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"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believed in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life." (John 3:16) During this time of Black Friday madness and Christmas shopping craziness, let's remember we have already been given the most precious gift of all. Sometimes, it is better to receive. I hope you receive God's love during this Christmas season

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Texas needs rain. Texas has never needed rain this badly before in the four decades that I have been alive. Everything is dying; our crops, our cattle, our lawns, our lakes and rivers, and our trees. Oh my, how the trees are dying; looks like winter in New England around here they are so golden and brown. It would be beautiful if it were not so sad. The people charged with knowing such

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Getting older is not as fun as I thought it was when I was younger. When I was little, all I wanted to be was older than I was. I had such big dreams, and they just could not come true at my current age. When I was six, I could not wait to be 10; double digits. At 10, I wanted to be 13, a teenager. At 13 all I could think of was being 16 and allowed to drive. And so on it went. I loved

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To date, I have not been “blessed with children,” as they say. At least it would appear that way to the casual observer. On closer inspection I have more beautiful children than I could ever have dreamed for. I am the proud aunt of three dynamic nieces, and one profoundly adorable nephew with another addition on the way. I love my nieces and nephew. I watch them with the pride and adoration

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I love listening to songs on the radio. I almost always have the radio playing when I am driving in the car. When I was a kid I loved listening to the radio with my friends as we would try to be the “25th caller” and win prizes from the DJ. Funny, how every time I seemed to be the 24th caller. And I don’t remember ever falling asleep growing up without setting my alarm clock/radio’s timer and

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Nothing, Ever, Changes; Immovable, Immutable, Invariable; Unchangeable, Unalterable, Unwavering; Steady, Stable, Still; Constant, Continual, Ceaseless; Nonnegotiable, Nonadjustable, Noncancelable; Nothing, Ever, Changes; His love, Is, Forever. ~

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Ahh, Spring is in the air.  I love this time of year.  Everything is new and budding.  The days are longer.  The world seems fresh and alive from its Winter slumber.  Spring means new possibilities around every corner. Unfortunately, Spring also means cleaning around every corner.  What is it about the Daylight Savings sunlight that tends to highlight the dust and debris in my life.  I like

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I am not where                I want to be. I am exactly where                      God wants me to be. I have          a choice . . . ~

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The story is as old as time – new kid moves to town, girls instantly like him, guys instantly hate him. He’s rather mysterious, bringing with him new fangled ideas that upset the established order and threaten an age old way of life. This new fangled idea is so upsetting that it not only turns friends against each other, the fear of it pits family members against one another. Eventually the

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Living with faith is hard,           living without faith is impossible. Consider Matthew 17:20. ~

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It is one of the most majestic places on the earth. It overwhelms the senses to stand and try to take it in all at once. Which, at 277 miles long, 18 miles wide and a mile deep, is impossible from standing at its edge. The Grand Canyon is beautiful and inspiring. Its power is hard to ignore. Scholars cannot agree on the exact age of the Canyon, but most agree it is very old and has been around

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Because I need this today. ___________________________________ Let’s get one thing straight right here at the onset, I have a bit of an independent streak running through me. I realize we’ve talked about how we are created to live in community and I agree with that. However, at times I find that I know what’s best better than the community. I know you do too. Don’t even sit there and try to

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“Inspirational,” . . . “like a choir of angels,” . . . “a true instrument,” . . . “bravo!”. . . “it brought me to tears,” . . . these are words people never – ever – say to me when I sing. How I have longed to have a voice like Julie Andrews, or Diana Krall, or even Cher. But alas, when I raise my voice in song it lands with a dull thud. I have been told by those who know such things that I might

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I love and adore dogs. Cute, soft, cuddly, playful, happy. Dogs are ready for action at any moment. Is there anything sweeter than a dog curled up and relaxed taking a nap? They love with such uncondition and loyalty that it puts people to shame by comparison. I have been blessed to have been owned by several amazing dogs during the course of my life. And I say owned by them because, well its

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Joy to the World , the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare Him room, And Heaven and nature sing, And Heaven and nature sing, And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing. Joy to the World, the Savior reigns! Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy. No

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I am a child of the 60s and 70s. Being such a child, one lived under the threat of nuclear destruction at any moment – or so we were lead to believe. In order to prepare for such eventualities by our enemies we were always practicing safety drills. I recall that at Noon every Friday a huge air siren would blow from the top of City Hall, as an “all clear” signal. If we heard that siren at any

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"How do I protect myself?" "Integrity is a good shield."     - James A. Michener, The Covenant       Ephesians 6:10-20 ~

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Have you ever been driving down the highway lost in thought? So lost in thought that if asked you could not report what road side attraction you just passed or even what mile marker you were approaching. You were comfortable just cruising on autopilot. Then out of nowhere, a car whizzes past you and startles you from your little world. Shaken, you decide in an instant to dare the driver to a

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Did you ever have one of those little rubber balls as a kid? The indestructible kind that came in a bright swirl of color? It was hard and compact and it could bounce for days. And boy, could those little balls bounce. I had them. All kids did. I usually lost mine pretty quickly. It would start bouncing and then just bounce and roll out of sight – generally under the refrigerator into no-man’

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When I look at the state of the world it can make me a little depressed, to be honest. We are in the midst of a deep global recession. There is hunger, disease and devastation at almost every turn. It is almost enough to make me throw up my hands and proclaim all is lost, that it’s hopeless. Because after all, what can I do? I’m just one person and one person can’t do much of anything. Tell that

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Horse racing is an interesting sport. The central athlete in the competition is a huge thoroughbred. Like it or not this animal generally comes with plans of his own. There is the jockey of course. He is perched precariously atop his mount, urging him on. But really it’s the horse that does all the work and grabs all the glory. Horses have been raced in organized races for over a hundred years

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Today is my Mother’s birthday. We have planned a fun dinner in her honor. One that incorporates who she is and the traditions she has given our family. It should be a hilarious night if nothing else. My Mom is a lady in every sense of the word. She is beautiful and graceful, she is loving, kind and generous. She is gentle and down to earth. Although not noticeable at first glance my mother is

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There are certain milestones in a girl’s life that mark her progression and journey into adulthood. There are milestones for boys too. These milestones are important because as they are met they signify our step up to a higher level of maturity. And the shedding of another layer of infancy. These milestone’s start small – walking, and grow larger – starting your own family. But in between there

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“Opposites attract,” it’s a phrase we’ve heard all our lives. It’s said as a compliment, particularly when said of two completely wrong for each other people who have found themselves in a relationship and it somehow works. To the uninformed sometimes it doesn’t make sense. The republican and the democrat, the nerd and the beautiful actress, the millionairess and the pool boy (no wait, that one I

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How do they get to where they are going? Do they even know where they are going? Perhaps they just go in the general direction of their destination and hope for the best. They certainly never travel in a straight line, not even for a few feet. You’ve seen them; they look like drunken sailors as they fly from flower to flower. Seemingly no rhyme or reason for the way they fly. But somehow,

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Gibraltar. It is known the world over. Gibraltar has been important to world history for centuries. Gibraltar occupies a strategic piece of land at the Southwest tip of Spain just across the rightfully named Strait of Gibraltar from Africa. Oddly, it is not under Spanish rule. They lost in it 1713 to the British. The Spanish are still pretty hot over it and as recently as 2006 they were still

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Tarzan is an amazing man.  Raised in Africa by apes after his parents were killed when he was a baby, Tarzan learned the ways of the jungle early.  He can communicate with the animals.  He is strong and tall. He can hunt with skill. And survive in conditions most men would find extreme.  Tarzan is at home in the jungle. Tarzan’s days are wild and free. Tarzan has captivated our minds and

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People don’t take long trips by train much anymore.  In parts of the country many people commute by train every day to and from work.  But here in the United States if we are interested in long distance travel we typically do it by air or auto. Back at the turn of the last century train travel was still the way to get around.  Travel by train looks to be so much more civilized and genteel than

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Pink Cadillacs. If you lived in Texas for any length of time in the 1970s and 1980s you saw these obsequious Cadillacs everywhere. And you see them today in all 50 states, these pale pink trophies announcing that the driver is held in high regard by her company and peers. Mary Kay Ash was known as one of the greatest woman entrepreneurs in American history. The company she founded, almost by

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One of the things that I look forward to at the end of a long day is to sit and relax on my front deck and watch the evening roll over my neighborhood. I enjoy greeting my neighbors as they pass by. My dog Gracie loves to sit and do this with me. She enjoys greeting the neighborhood dogs and cats as they pass by. Unfortunately Gracie does not always come out with me when I first go to the deck.

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I like to think. I think a lot. I mull. I dwell. I contemplate. I worry. I fret. I vex. I analyze. I strategize. I plan. I like to think. I think a lot. I consider. I postulate. I project. I imagine. I question. I presume. I deliberate. I speculate. I ruminate. I like to think. I think a lot. I wrestle. I debate. I cogitate. I reason. I obsess. I fixate. I review. I explore. I brood. I

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The world waited and watched. With great anticipation people the world over sat riveted by TV screens and live steaming computers watching as the impossible became reality. 33 men pulled up one by one from deep within the earth in a capsule – Phoenix 2 – built in a Chilean Navy workshop just for this rescue. But while the men reached the surface beginning on October 12, 2010, their rescue began

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This is the day which the Lord has made, Let us rejoice and be glad in it. (Psalm 118:24) Today is not a mistake. Today is not an accident or a coincidence. You are alive today on purpose. Rejoice in that! ~

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This is not the post I planned to write today. But the events of yesterday intervened and really I had no choice. Last night’s Playoff baseball game between the Texas Rangers and the New York Yankees mandates today’s writing. After yesterdays’ post you’re probably rolling your eyes thinking I’m becoming a sport’s writer but I’m not that lucky and this post is not about sports, it’s about second

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The Boys of October – that’s what they are called. The baseball players who are still playing baseball because their teams are in the Playoffs. I love baseball and I love October so this time of year I am pretty much in hog heaven. I think my love of Playoff baseball started around the time I was in the 7th grade. The Dodgers were playing the Yankees in the World Series. My Grandmother was a

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“Some assembly required” are three of the most terrifying words. Every parent has at one time or another been confronted with these words, usually on Christmas eve. Left over parts, lost instructions, part A definitely does not fit into part B and so on goes the many disasters awaiting ahead. I had the pleasure of doing a bit of assembly myself recently most unexpectedly. All I wanted was a new

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I have a little black and tan dog named Gracie. I adopted her from the city pound a few years ago when she was a puppy. I don’t know what breed she is specifically but she has lots of Border Collie in her genes. She’s great at herding me down stairs and staring at me for hours. The staring part can get a little disconcerting after a while. It’s like living with a stalker. Gracie loves toys. She

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I don’t know if Rod and Van set out to create a beautiful psalm/hymn, but the words speak for themselves. Have I told you lately that I love you, Have I told you there's no one else above you, You fill my heart with gladness, Take away all my sadness, Ease my troubles, that's what you do. For the morning sun in all it's glory, Greets the day with hope and comfort too, You fill my heart with

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Michelangelo Buonarroti is considered by many to be the greatest artist that ever lived. His works encompass all art forms including frescos, paintings, and sculptures. One of his most famous of course is the fresco he created on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel at the Vatican in Rome. The work is a masterpiece. It took Michelangelo more than 4 years to complete the Sistine Chapel ceiling.

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“And whenever you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone, forgive him, that your Father in heaven may also forgive you your trespasses. But if you do not forgive, neither will your Father in heaven forgive your trespasses.” (Mark 11:25-26) Never underestimate the power of the words “I’m sorry, please forgive me.” ~

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It is said that life is a journey. Well, if that’s true then it is one big car trip because there is just no way to fly to our destination. If we want to get where we are going we are going to have to drive. The road is long and the miles add up. There are certainly lots of days when the drive is hard and lonely. It sure would be nice to get a little Howdy from time to time to encourage us along

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A coach once said “winners never quit and quitters never win.” That is as wise a statement as you’re likely to find. I am here to report I have been a non-winner many times in my life. I have quit on things more than I like to admit. I’ve gotten so well practiced and good at quitting that sometimes I quit before I ever start. I always have good reasons though - I don’t have enough time, it’s

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Ever have one of those days? One of those days when everything and everyone around you is going haywire? When everyone has lost their mind and they are making you lose yours? Days when, quite frankly, everyone you encounter is playing the part of the fool? It begins by retrieving your newspaper out from under the bushes because the paperboy missed the driveway, again. Then the guy at the coffee

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Life is full of extraordinary circumstances. As we move through it we encounter chance happenings and unexpected moments that forever change our lives. We try to control the outrageous unknowns we experience by choosing the people in our lives. Its one of the few things we truly have control over. But the people we choose can be a grab-bag of sorts. Some will fit and some will not. Some will

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The beginning of the journey is generally an exuberant time. There is the anticipation of what lies ahead, the expectation that goals will be met and dreams will come true. We are full of energy and determination. Nothing can stop us now. Then reality sets in. The road along the journey is longer than anticipated. It is steeper and harder than it first appeared from the safety of our living

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“Tag, you’re it!” That is the point of Blind Man’s Bluff, a children’s game I spent hours playing with the kids in the neighborhood growing up. One of us was wearing a blindfold chasing the others in a game of tag while the others shouted things bluffing about their location. A sort of Marco-Polo on dry land. Being “it” was terrible. You had to wear the blindfold and fumble around with arms

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“For He shall give His angels charge over you, To keep you in all you ways. They shall bear you up in their hands, Lest you dash your foot upon a stone. You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra, The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot.” Psalm 91:11-13 As we think about the new week ahead, with all its opportunities and challenges, let’s remember we will not walk the road

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The other evening I was out with a friend of mine having a very pleasant time. We were sitting outside at a little bistro during what was one of the few wonderful Autumn days in Houston. Our pleasant time was interrupted when we heard the distinct sound of a rock being thrown against a car window. Immediately the entire group of patio patrons stood, looked over the hedge toward the direction of

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Dear God, I accept this day just as it is. You are the Lord over my life. I rejoice in this day that you have made, trusting that You are present with me. I will not regret or resent the way things are. I thank You for all things, the good, the bad, the great. I trust You and will not let fear be my guide. I love you, Me ~

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“Early adopters.” It’s a phrase I hear thrown around quite a bit these days. It refers to people who adopt or buy-in to new ideas or technology early. Early adopters are first generation people. They accept things before all the bugs get worked out and before the general population accepts it. They get on board early with a new idea and help spread the word. All sorts of people are early

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Golf is an interesting sport. It is known as a gentleman’s game. Invented in Scotland, it is to be played in all kinds of weather. All kinds of bad weather. If you ever watch it on TV – or nap in front of it on TV – then you know the only time the golfers stop playing is because of lightening, flooding or darkness. But mere rain, golfers laugh at mere rain. This past weekend a big international

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Origami – the Japanese tradition of taking a plain piece of paper and within a few simple folds creating a beautiful work of art. God’s Origami – God’s tradition of taking a plain human heart and unfolding it with His love and creating a beautiful work of art. Let’s let God play origami with our hearts today. Never know what may unfold. ~

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I have a dear friend who, Lord love her, I think will be late to her own funeral. She is late for most everything. Parties, meetings, airline flights, movies, hair appointments, dinners. If it has a start time requirement she will, try as she might to make it on time, be late. And I’m not talking about a mere five or ten minutes late. I talking the twenty to thirty minute variety. That kind of

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“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever belives in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16). That sentence is perhaps one of the most well known and often repeated scriptures in the bible. The scripture is so well known that the text is no longer necessary, just the citation will do. “John 3:16” can be seen on posters at sporting events

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Have you been to a rock concert lately? They are loud, raucous, vibrant, and exuberant affairs. The crazy costumes, make-up, and hairstyles – and I’m just talking about the audience. Gone are they days of the lighter raised in tribute; replaced by the cell phone screen-light raised in tribute. It looks a bit odd but at least it reduces the chances of a fire hazard. The shows themselves put on

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When I was about thirteen, for my birthday my parents threw me a surprise birthday party. I typically don’t care for surprises too much especially the type where people jump out of hiding and shout “Surprise!" It tends to unsettle me and throw me off my game. But this surprise party had a twist – the surprise wasn’t on me – it was on my guests. I woke up early and while still wearing my

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Ever have one of those days when you get nothing on your to-do list accomplished? When life gets in the way of your, well, life? Busy-ness begets tiredness. Tiredness begets procrastination. Procrastination begets ignoring priorities and what matters most. That has been happening to me a lot. All of a sudden my world and my life are full of busy-ness. And because things have gotten so busy,

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Its okay to trust and follow your heart, God is in your heart. ~

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A friend of mine loves mornings. Relishes them. She loves rising early while the day is still collecting its breath. She’s always up with the sun welcoming in the day. Sunrises are one of her favorite things. She loves being part of them. Me, not so much. By the time I awake most days the sun has already kissed the day Hello. I don’t dislike mornings so much as I just try to encounter them on

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One of the greatest things about summer is baseball. I love baseball. From the surface it is such a simple game of pitch and catch. In reality, it is a game of skill, technique and strategy. The best hitters in the Hall of Fame are only successful three or four times out of every 10 at bats. That shows you how tough the game can be. Baseball is called “America’s Pastime.” And for good reason.

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Gap-toothed and buck-teethed. That was me growing up. And not in a Lauren Hutton-beauty sort of way. But rather a close-your-mouth-when-you-smile sort of way. (Well that’s what my brothers usually said.) Thank heaven some smart dentist-come-orthodontist invented braces. However before I could get the braces I needed some work so the braces could fit. I had to have 6 teeth pulled. Six! All at

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While doing my morning calisthenics today, I think I pulled my Gratitude muscle!  Happy Mother's Day to you if you are a Mother, have or had a Mother or ever met a Mother!  To my Mom - I love you - huge.  Thank you for loving me.  You have made all the difference.  XO ~Deesie

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I love birds. They are beautiful, majestic and can do something I can’t – fly. I love them so much and find them so fabulous that I have owned many during the course of my life. Currently, I own a wonderful little Sun Conure named Captain Morgan. Well, it’s more accurate to say he owns me. “Captain” is a small little guy from the parrot family. He is bright orange and yellow with green and blue

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I love singing along with the songs on the radio. If I turn the volume up loud enough I sound really good too. I am very bad at knowing the names of songs or who the group or singer is but regardless when I hear a song I know and love I can’t help but join the band. I addition to getting the title of the song and the name of the band wrong from time to time I might also get the lyrics wrong.

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"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life." John 3:16 ~

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I grew up in the era of Jack LaLanne. I would watch him all the time as a child growing up. There he’d be next to his chair in his dark, taught work-out outfit; long pants mind you, no Richard Simmons-type shorts in those days, coaching me through simple calisthenic exercises. He’d get the viewer involved in jumping jacks, sit-ups, knee bends, push-ups and all kinds of things. I really like

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I consider myself to be quite a good hostess. I always try to put my best foot forward and make my guests feel right at home. I don’t throw a lot of parties but when I do they are usually something special. I only have a couple of party rules – show up on time, leave on time (just ask the guests I once politely asked to leave while I brandished a golf club. Hey, when the invite says 7-10, I don

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I am not a numismatist but I do enjoy coins. Coins give you a little glimpse into history if you study them. A US coin has the year it was minted, a letter referencing the city in which it was minted and the profile of one of our countries historical figures. Coins are not static either. Ours keep changing. Take the penny. It once had a “wheat” back. On its reverse side there were two wheat

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As the year turns to all things new and unknown it is time that I do as well. I started this site as a place to express and expound on my journey through life via the written word. I love the art of writing and from time to time God allows me to use language to describe what truly is the indescribable - His beauty and everlasting love. I plan to continue writing and exploring even more in the New

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I’m not allowed to dance. Not in public, anyway. My friends and family discovered, long before I did, that I was not blessed with the grace or ability to dance. It seems that while my knees function just fine during walking and bending, my knees completely fail me when I dance. I sort of look like a stiff robot. This makes onlookers quite uncomfortable (or so I have been told.) So, I usually

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My fortress is mighty Strong And tall The walls hold back the winds The rains And the storms A mighty fortress Whose protection is solid Fierce and true The rain seems relentless The storm appears endless The night feels bottomless I do not fault the storms for coming I do not fault the waves for raging I do not fault the darkness for falling A wall becomes mightier when fortified by rain A

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"Can't doesn't live here."  ~ Kelly Sumners ~

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Let’s get one thing straight right here at the onset, I have a bit of an independent streak running through me. I realize we’ve talked about how we are created to live in community and I agree with that. However, at times I find that I know what’s best better than the community. I know you do too. Don’t even sit there and try to deny it. It’s the reason we constantly find our selves in troubling

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Once upon a time I had a dream. It was a big dream. Bigger than any other I had. But I dreamed it anyway. I dreamed I was elected student-body President of my high school. You might think that as I was Vice President the year before that my dream was not such a big dream. That my dream was easily within my grasp. I’d say “Ha!, you’re wrong.” I was running against our Valedictorian, the smartest

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Hell? No!

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“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” How many times did I sing that little rhyme when I was a child? Whenever someone would say something that hurt my feelings I would turn to that familiar refrain and say it to them and then say it over and over to myself. Trouble was it never did make me feel better. Whatever hurtful thing was said to me had a tendency to stick

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I love optical illusions. Those drawings and creations that look like one thing at first glance but if you keep looking at them they morph completely into something else. You’ve seen them. The drawing that looks like a curvy vase but if you look long enough the vase disappears and the silhouettes of two lovers kissing appears. Some of the craziest optical illusions have to be those 3-D

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It’s Autumn and that means its harvest time. Harvest time is a time for celebration. The hard work is over and the bounty is here. I suppose that’s why there are so many harvest parties and festivals this time of year. (Not to mention the ritual of the crowning of the many varieties of Harvest Queens complete with fancy sash.)If we look only to the harvest, we would think it all so easy – all

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You have to face the clouds to see the silver lining. ~

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I have fallen in love for the last time in my life. That’s a pretty heady statement I realize but it is true. Before I tell you about my last love, let me tell you about my first.Oh, how handsome he was. He was tall, dark, had this mane of thick magnificent hair. He had a dazzling smile framed by a devilish mustache. And had strong hands to hold me. I ran to him every time I saw him and

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A few weeks ago I was driving to a friend's birthday party. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a giant rainbow appeared directly in front of me. It was huge. I could see almost the whole thing from end to end. The road I was driving on was centered right in the middle of it. If I could have I would have driven through the very heart of it.The rainbow stayed there in the sky above me the

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Grace. I really need it. God gives it to me more than I deserve it. I imagine He gives it even more than I realize too. There is an amazing hymn about Grace. We've all heard it, sung it, hummed it. It was my grandfather John C.'s favorite hymn. He requested that it be sung at his funeral, which we did back in 1988. I still recall how beautiful the church sounded with all those broken hearts

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Here now is a re-post of an earlier post on one of life's favorite little games. I do hope you don't have to play today.I hated rainy days in junior high. First off, my 8th grade class - of 14 people - was housed in a temporary building. You know, the kind that never survives a hurricane, tornado or lightening strike. There was no covered walkway from the classroom to the main building; we were

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I love this time of Summer. The days grow later and the shadows grow longer.As I sit here on my patio the squirrels are busy hunting, gathering, and burying their pecans. The birds are busy gathering berries from the trees. The mud-dauber is busy building his mud hut on my ceiling fan. (And the sports page is happily full of pre-season college football again.) The world is preparing

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If Barbara Walters ever interviews me I am ready for her. Bring on the questions, well, bring on the question. Specifically, the question which prompted Katharine Hepburn to respond by saying which type of tree she thought she was. Because I know the answer I'd give. I am a Redwood. I know what you're thinking; I must think of myself as tall, strong against the winds, sturdy and old. Actually,

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In the spirit of summer re-reuns, this is a re-post of an earlier post. It's one of my first and one of my favorites. Enjoy the read, as for me, I'm heading out for some sushi. Sushi. It used to scare me. I was scared the first time I tried it. In fact, the first time was an accident. I ordered off the wrong side of the menu. The left side was cooked fish, the right side was raw fish. But what

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I thought you should meet some of the friends I met along the way...I am part of all I have met...and that includes you. ~

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I have been away. Sitting on a mountain; pondering the view. I have a lot to ponder and it was a beautiful view upon which to do my pondering. What I have found is that at times when I seek answers I end up with more questions. But the new questions take me past the old questions but on to new, higher horizons. I was very much looking forward to this summer’s trip because my trip last summer

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Today is not a dress rehearsal;your Audience is watching.~

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Happy Independence Day! Today is the 233 birthday of these United States of America. Today we stop and celebrate the brave men and women who took a courageous stand against tyranny and evil and sacrificed their lives and livelihoods so that we can enjoy ours in prosperity, peace and freedom. Today we celebrate our freedom fighters. But as the saying goes, “freedom isn’t free.” No, freedom

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"The way it always was is no longer good enough..."~Nichole Nordeman~

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Summer is here and its time to play. One of the great things about living 45 miles from the Gulf Coast is living so close to the Gulf Coast. The beach, the sand, the surf, the sun – there is so much to do. It’s hard to pack all the fun into just 3 months of summer.One of the greatest things to do at the beach is surf. Wax up the board, paddle out, pick out the perfect wave and then ride high and

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"If you want to make God laugh, tell Him what your plans are."- Lou Holtz~

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I don’t like to brag but I am an expert map folder. (folderer? I fold them, I don’t file them.) Anyway, I can put the map back together in correct folded-order on the first try. Even while driving. Please don’t tell the DPS. This used to be quite a handy skill in the days before GPS navigation systems. Now, it seems paper maps are headed the way of Polaroid film. I love maps. Spread one out

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Roadkill – the remains of an animal that has been killed on a road. Dead, done, flat out gone, expired, Elvis has left the building. The longer the animal lies dead in the roadway the flatter, deader and less identifiable the animal becomes due to repeatedly being run over. You’ve seen them and may have even run over the remains of one a time or two. Poor little animal. All it was doing was

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The greatest hitters in the baseball Hall of Fame failed 7 out of every 10 times they batted.

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What if one day you accomplished something really cool you had always wanted to do? And what if you decided to throw a party to celebrate? What if you threw the party in your parents' house because it could hold more people than your own? What if you sat down and wrote out your guest list? What if you personally selected each person on the invitation list? What if you made sure your dearest,

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I am weary. Dead-dog, bone-weary tired. Putting that thought on paper and articulating it “out loud” seems only to increase my weariness. I have been so busy lately focusing on the lives of others that it has been conveniently easy to overlook that I have been overlooking myself. But my world of duties has quieted overnight. That months’ long do-to list is done. And now I am left with me.

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I’m not much of a gardener. Plants do not last long in my care. My yard, small as it is, is a hodge-podge of errant weeds, patchy grass and hearty greenery that thrives on in spite of my best efforts to ignore it into oblivion. Every so often I forget to remember my lack of Mr. Green Jeans’s talent and take a field trip to the local nursery. I always buy way too much more than I have the

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It all began so innocuously. I was just going through the mail. I almost didn’t read it, it looked like junk mail. It was a little white postcard no bigger than a 3x5 card. No fancy writing. No four-color graphics. But read it I did and things have never been the same. We all have dreams and desires for our lives. We make plans when we are young and pursue certain paths that we think will

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