my best friend has been with me for going on 33 yrs. now. we have never lived even remotely near each other except for one month rooming together at school. but still to this day when we call each other the conversation never goes,
“hi, how are you? how’s the family? how are things going for you? blah, blah, blah “
“so this just happened and i’m wondering if i am right to feel the way i do , tell me what you think……..”
and of course because we have been together so long, she knows i will be brutally honest and because we have been together so long, i know she can take it.
and she does. only because we have been together so long.
and she knows i love her
recently we laughed together because i told her,
“boyfriends have come and gone, husbands have come and gone, friends have come and gone but we still are together” :)
cherish your best friend .you only need one.
share life…. with all its joys and tears
To those who say I’m an inspiration, I truly thank you. I would, on the other hand, like to turn you attention to the woman that has inspired me all my life: my mother. As always, Glory be completely to God. It is by His hands that we have been molded. →
(posted by my baby , olivia, on her tumblr )
i used to do this !!! the bells range in size and weight which gives each it’s unique sound. the smaller bells have a higher pitch and the bigger heavier bells sound low and deep. because i am small, i only rang the smallest bell so i was bell #1. the other bells were too heavy for me. one person yells out the bell numbers and you ring according to the sequence he yells out. when he wants to change the melody he yells out a new order and you change accordingly. it’s very beautiful.
the history behind the ringing of church bells is that people back in medieval times didn’t have timepieces so the church would ring a bell to let the villagers know that services were beginning. it was “a call to worship”.
we always prayed before ringing the bells. after being there a few months i was asked to lead us into prayer. my prayer always went something like this,
“Heavenly Father, we delight to ring these bells to fill the heavens with our praises to you. we pray that as these bells ring it will cause those who hear it to be drawn to come and worship you. “
after a few weeks i was told i would be leading us into prayer henceforth. the reason ?
it seems the pastor noticed a marked increase in visitors attending services and they had all commented that they came in only because they heard the bells ringing and felt drawn in by it. :)
Glory to God
why i love donkeys:
No matter what their color, almost all Miniature Donkeys share the distinctive mark of a cross that extends down their back and across their shoulders.
it is said that because the donkey carried mary who was pregnant with the Lord, to bethlehem and that he also carried Jesus into jerusalem a week before His death he bears the cross on his back.
he carried the Lord just before His birth and just before His death.
i have always taught my girls to talk to God just as they would talk to mom and dad. that’s what prayer is. simple conversation. talk about anything and everything.
talk about your fear of forgetting your lines for the school play, about your frustration with learning math, your desire for a new pet that mom says you’re absolutely not getting because the last critter stunk up your whole room and you didn’t clean his cage enough and he was up all night on that little wheelie thing, going around and around and around and around keeping you up til you had to set him in the hallway so you could sleep and so the rest of us could be annoyed by his going around and around and around and around…… whew, hold on let me take a breath, ok you get my point, i think i am finished with my little rant, anyway„„„ no really, how can such a small animal be such big trouble ? i think a giraffe would be easier to care for. sorry, guess the rant isn’t quite over. sorry hehe.
oh yeah, see THIS, all adorablyness. that’s how they suck you in.
but it’s a massive diabolical trick, i tell you, because instead you really get this:
see what i mean !! enough already !! makes me crazy ! around and around and around and around, it’s a conspiracy, i tell ya! they really need to come with a warning label oiy…. oh yeah, sorry, i’m still ranting, aren’t i ? :/
ok i’m done
where was i going with this story ? my brain is all kerfuzzled now
oh yeah, talking to God a.k.a prayer. so one night i was tucking olivia (age 5) into bed and i told her,
“don’t forget to talk to Jesus”
“i don’t know what to talk to Him about, mommy”
“just talk about your day, share with him. when i shut the door behind me He will be sitting right there in your chair in the corner waiting to hear everything. He can’t wait for this part of the day. it’s the best for Him”
so i gave her freckled cheek a kiss and a lick and as i was shutting the bedroom door behind me i heard her say,
“well Jesus, wait til you hear THIS. You… are… never…going… to…believe what… rebecca…did…in…school…today. she got in soooooooo much trouble. uh huh, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.
you know i honestly thought i heard Jesus chuckle. the hair on the back of my neck stood up. i guess he finds her as comical as i do.
Lord, thank you for my loved ones , they bless me richly,
thank you for my friends who have chosen to be a part of my life,
thank you for my tiny apartment looking out over a gorgeous blue sea,
thank you for the little kitty that has taken to me,
thank you for the peace that only you can give,
thank you for each new day,
thank you for providing for my needs,
and for indulging me with my wants at times too.
thank you Lord for your son Jesus who gave me my life as a prize
and your Holy Spirit that comforts me and gives me insight and wisdom.
THANK YOU GOD FOR ALL THINGS
I LOVE YOU BEYOND MEASURE
we struggle in life because we are trying to drive while looking in the rear view mirror. you can’t move forward while always looking back. you’ll crash.
grab that rear view mirror with both hands and THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW !
God won’t bring you your future while you are clinging onto your past.
i love christmas. no i mean…. I LOVE CHRISTMAS !!!! i love everything about it. first off it’s Jesus’ special day. the wonder and the sacredness of that alone is enough to do it for me. that’s all i need for this glorious season. Jesus alone.
but i do also love all the rest that goes with that. the christmas carols, the excitement, the colorfully displayed stores, the christmas movies. every year i would watch all of them with the girls. i mean ALL of them. from ” it’s a wonderful life” to “rudolph the red nosed reindeer”. my favorite as a child was “little drummer boy”. but that one always made me cry. that little lamb, baba, getting run over. year after year after year after year. oiy, it just did me in. major blubbering fest. anyway, my new favorite is a tie between “love actually”,( major grown up movie) and “elf”. elf is great isn’t it? you gotta love it.
yup gotta love it. anyway where was i going with all this? hang on let me check my title for a clue…………………………..
oh yeah olivia’s paddington bear. sorry about that , i tend to get off course easily. hmmm need to work on that challenge.
(look how smartly dressed he is. quite a dapper little guy and a real cutey too.)
anyway, when olivia was 4 her favorite “toy” (yup sorry liv, he wasn’t “real”) i think at this point she can handle the truth. well, maybe. anyway. see there i go again. gaaahhhh. so for christmas one year i decided to have a little fun. now as time goes on and you read these stories you will see this is quite usual for me. well christmas morning arrived and i always had a strictly adhered to” house rule”. no one was allowed to unwrap any presents until i was awake to watch. now i am not a meany head that would sleep until 11:30 to torture them. hey i was a kid once too. so i would wait for them to wake me at 7:30. no earlier ! and we would then go downstairs and proceed with the unveiling. more like massive hysteria ,of opening the precious, long awaited gifts. you get the scene. played out in most U.S homes every Dec. 25th.
well olivia reached over to grab a gift. she had just unwrapped 3 pairs of socks with each sock being wrapped individually. yup you got that right. that meant 6 separate packages (drove them crazy ! although i found it quite amusing) at that point she noticed a jar of marmalade sitting under the tree with the lid off and the wrapping paper torn off around it. she picked it up and looked at the tag on the paper and it read,
” to paddington bear, love santa”. she jumped up excited and showed me her find. she then ran up to her room and found paddington and as she brought him downstairs to show me, she began wailing,
“mom, no fair. paddington opened his gift up before we all came down this morning.”
you know most kids would probably instead be wondering “what the heck?” but you know, we are talking liv here
“what makes you think that?”
“because he snuck back up to my room and look, he has marmalade on his face and paw”
“why that little rascal” i exclaimed with surprise. “he is a naughty bear, i think he needs a time out in the corner. give him to me. i need to talk to him.”
now it being christmas day i decided to go easy on the little guy. i scolded him and reminded him he broke the rule. but you know he just gave me that blank stare. yeah, right. like he didn’t know what i was saying.
“look” i told him, while olivia looked on (another good teaching moment, disobedience will not be tolerated, BY ANYONE). ” i know i don’t speak bear but i know that you know that i know that you know….gahhhhh….i’m getting all confused. other people sound so clever when they do that whole routine. me? my brain gets tied up in knots. anyway, i told him,
“you were a naughty bear and i expect better behavior from you in the future”
i then asked olivia to go get me a washcloth and we proceeded to wipe all the “evidence” off his mouth and paw.
a week later olivia asked me,
“mommy have you been eating the marmalade?”
i made a face and said,
“no way, i don’t like that stuff at all, why?”
“well because the jar of marmalade is almost empty”
hmmmm we both pondered this great mystery and before i said anything i thought to myself… wait for it, wait for it…. and then as i had figured, she raced up the stairs and came down with you know who.
yup all over his face and paw were marmalade.
word of caution. if you want a neat and tidy bear do not get a paddington bear. their table manners are atrocious and they can make a sticky mess.
“how does he get into the fridge ? and how hungry can one little bear be?” i questioned.
but all in all he is a good bear and actually for such a little guy he is packed with personality. he kept us quite entertained.
oh and the marmalade lasted only a month. we never could catch him in the act.
very crafty, very crafty
sunday mornings were always a bit hectic around the house. getting everyone out the door in time for church was more often than not a challenge. so as we once again arrived a little late for church we did what most late comers do, we slipped quietly into a back row so as not to be disruptive.
but of course, not olivia. after the service the pastor’s wife who taught olivia’s children’s church came over to me and asked,
” you have raised very confident, self assured daughter’s haven’t you?”
i inwardly groaned. “yes, i suppose that’s very true. why what did she do?” i knew it had to be liv she was talking about.
“Olivia was late coming into children’s church this morning and we were in the middle of the lesson. the children were doing their craft project while i was reading them the bible story. instead of quietly coming in and taking her seat, she instead, threw open the door, strode in , raised her hands in the air and loudly announced in a sing song manner,
” I HEEEEEYA” !! ( I HERE). at which point all the children applauded wildly.
she took a bow , then took a seat.