Traveling through New York State

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My husband and I drove through the Southern Tier to get to Poughkeepsie, NY last week to go to a conference there. The Catskill Mountains towered over our small sedan. Many of the cities end with the word kill. I searched the web to find that “kill” at the end of a location refers to a body of water, like a creek and is from the Dutch influence in America.

We ate a great sub soon after we entered Fishkill, NY. Sal’s Pizzeria and Restaurant caught our eye. We both ordered eggplant subs, mm good. Friendly service made the stop worth making and bears repeating if we head that way again.

Craig and I order the same thing at Rico’s Pizza shop in the Southern Tier and their’s is excellent, too.

This is my season to get around. Craig and I went to Buffalo to see our daughter, the grandkids, our son and my two sisters. One of my sisters moved to TX shortly thereafter. I wanted to see her before she headed to warmer climates. I admit, I cried a bit at the idea of her being gone. Part of the reason is because my youngest sister died almost a year and a half ago, so my siblings feel more precious to me.

Sometimes I take family for granted. As a Christian, I have brothers and sisters in Christ that I rub shoulders with on a daily basis, so maybe that’s why I lose track of the real deal when life gets busy.

But there’s something about blood relatives with the same history, some of the same memories, different slants on shared events. It adds a deeper dimension of relationship, a richer hue from the artist’s palette, so to speak.

I love every one of my brothers and sisters even though we’re separated by miles and sometimes philosophies. They show their love for me in kindness and hospitality.

One of my siblings offered me a trailer to move into if ever I found myself in need of a home. Tears welled up at the thought of his caring attitude. He has family of his own to support sometimes.

Whenever I feel anxious about the economy, God often reminds me, “Trust Me.”

There are many promises in the Bible of God’s provision for those who love Him and seek Him. With His help, I do love Him and seek Him, as imperfect as I am.

I thank Him for my flesh and blood family, for my siblings and mentors in Christ.

If you haven’t expressed love and appreciation and possibly forgiveness to your family and friends, don’t waste another day. It’s worth the time, it’s worth any uncomfortable feelings.

When you do, the results are up to others and God, ┬ábut you’ll know you did your best and that will give you peace.

Did I mention I’m heading to Buffalo the day after returning home from Poughkeepsie for eight days? New York State is diverse. Not a hill to be seen in the Buffalo neighborhood.

God bless!