Hindrances or Appointments


I’ve been north helping with my grandchildren. They all contracted fevers days apart from each other, so time stretched out.

Two nights ago, I asked my daughter if I could borrow her computer so I could blog. It wouldn’t work.

Then, I used my old computer which she has for a back up for her job. That didn’t work either. So much for blogging while I was away.

When I got home, I went straight to a meeting. In the morning, I arose early so my sister could get to the hospital for an operation which got delayed for three hours.

I’ve been reading a book on and off for over a year now. Today worked perfectly to finish it up. Now, I’m highlighting the significant parts of this non-fiction book and working the exercises.

One suggestion the motivational writer said that I read today, “Take care of yourself.”

I’ve noticed that the older I get, when I’m busy writing or babysitting or cleaning, whatever I’m doing, I may not pay attention to changing my position, or using correct posture, drinking enough water, exercising, or grabbing a healthy meal. I appreciated the reminder.

(I found this photo at http://www.barnesandnoble.com/p/thinking-for-a-change-john-c-maxwell with more letters and symbols for the address on Google.)

Years ago, I read a John Maxwell book entitled, Thinking for a Change, copyrighted in 2003, which I bought. Warner Books, Inc., New York, NY published it.

I thought my husband may like it as well, because he’s studied management principles and applied them to his life for years.

I don’t know if he read it, but I remember John Maxwell saying that he worked hard to achieve goals throughout his life so he neglected taking care of himself.

At that time, he realized he needed to work on his well-being or he’d be sorry. So, he too, recommended paying attention to one’s health.

I love spending time with my grandchildren and my children, but after almost twelve full days together I told my son I hadn’t done any writing and sometimes I feel like time is slipping away. He asked me, “Don’t you think this week with the kids is the best use of your time?”

That stopped me longing for working computers. I began the first book I mentioned while the children slept. So, I did do something else besides cooking, washing dishes, babysitting and laundry. Also, we played games and read books and I got to understand the rhythms of their lives in a way I didn’t comprehend before.

Plus, extended time with my grown children is a rarity, which I thoroughly enjoyed as well.

It’s amazing how a well framed question can turn my thoughts in another direction.

My sister’s surgery went well today and she is recovering for a day here unless New York weather gets so bad that the roads get closed down tomorrow. Then she’ll be here for two days. I don’t remember such crazy weather. February had been so warm. I wonder if that’s why so many folks have been sick. Warm spells and then a few days of cold and back to balmy weather. A few years back, we had a warm winter, but it was consistent.

Well, God knows what He’s doing in regards to the climate. He knows what He’s doing in regards to my schedule. I’d been feeling like I needed to play some games and relax. I got to do that with the children.

May God bless you and watch over you and protect you.


Finding Favor with God and Relatives



Dea Warford, an evangelist we know sent a message about “Ridiculous Favor” for Christians. Today as I read Proverbs 3:3-4, (NKJV), it stated, “Let not mercy and truth forsake you; Bind them around your neck, Write them on the tablet of your heart, And so find favor and high esteem In the sight of God and man.”

Proverbs 3:5-6 says, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.”

The heading of Proverbs 3 is “Guidance for the Young,” and there are gems about money and health and peace and delights and correction. We all need God’s favor to navigate calm and rough seas, no matter what age we’ve attained.

Proverbs continually stresses wisdom and tells us the fear of God gives wisdom and gives knowledge. The Bible gives insight for daily living.

Ephesians 5:15-17, (NKJV), says: “See then that you walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be unwise, but understand what the will of the Lord is.

The following verses in Ephesians 5 show us what to do to please God and Ephesians 5: 22-31 instructs husbands and wives how to live together with love, submission, and respect.

Those three acts under God’s authority and with God’s help will cause marriages to thrive and families to prosper and feel secure. Ephesians 6 begins by teaching children and parents how to get along.

Talk about enabling favorable circumstances! We’re not perfect, but my husband and I have found them to be true.

May God bless you!

Favorite Things About Christmas

Do you have favorite things about Christmas?

I got some Christmas cards in the mail today. I really enjoy sending and receiving cards because we’ve moved enough times that I have friends I don’t hear from like I used to. At Christmas time, as I write out the cards, my mind gets flooded with fond memories of family and friends.

I love hearing the Christmas story in Luke and in Matthew. I try to picture how Mary felt and I feel awe for Joseph’s brave stances to buck society’s standards and follow God’s directions.

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This is the first year our church didn’t do the Christmas Eve candlelit service because of Christmas falling on Monday. My husband thought families would want to spend time together at night since they went to church in the morning. I always cherish the time listening to the people share their blessings. Seeing the expectant faces in the shimmering candle light with the overhead lights extinguished is precious. And beautiful.

Shopping for gifts for my loved ones is fun when there’s money in the budget. We always limit the amount and tell our family not to expect extravagant items. Some folks go into debt, we don’t go for that. To us, Christmas is about the Savior’s birth.

I think it’s fun to get presents, my husband doesn’t. So, our kids respect that and either give to charity in their dad’s name, or just say “Merry Christmas,” and leave it at that. His dad didn’t want us to spend money on him either, but an occasional small antique item, like salt and pepper shakers and a magnifying glass caused a smile to light up his face. I don’t expect anything from my children, but if they choose to get something, they know I prefer an inexpensive gift.

I’ve been more sentimental lately, and when my husband told the Christmas story from Mary’s point of view, her willingness to listen to the angel and then her obedience to the privilege of being mother to the Son of God, with all the unanswered questions she pondered over, well, I almost cried in church.

As my husband said, she really didn’t know what she was getting herself into, but she never hesitated. She trusted God. When I read Daniel a day or so before the sermon, I noticed that Daniel fainted when the angel spoke to him. The angel told him not to be afraid. When Daniel said his strength left his body, the angel supplied strength to Daniel’s body, mind and spirit. When the heavenly being told about end times, it kind of scared me, because so much of what was said seemed like it could be current events. Other things, I couldn’t make sense of. I wish I had my youngest son nearby because he graduated from college with a degree in History, and I thought he might be able to interpret some of the military battles. Some of the verses might have been referring to the conquests of Alexander the Great.

Mary heard the same thing from the angel that visited her, “Be not afraid.”

She also was called “highly favored among women.”

She is never called extraordinary. It doesn’t say anywhere in the Bible that she should be prayed to. I think she did her best to follow and honor God. I also assume she was one of the best moms ever, imperfect but gentle and wise is how I imagine her.

Christmas carols prevail on the radio at this season of the year. There are so many beautiful tunes and choruses. I’ve heard some new ones this holiday time that touched my heart.

Well, those are some of my favorite things. Nice meals, Christmas cookies, and family and friends gathering for games need to be included as well.

I tried to write Merry Christmas and include a picture of a creche, but my computer kept freezing up, so I decided to let it rest for a day or two around the twenty-fifth. That’s how life goes sometimes, smooth as whipping cream or bumpy like a topping of walnuts.

May God bless you!




Christmas Play

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As I stacked dishes to wash, I listened to a recording of lines I need to memorize for our annual Christmas play.

I don’t think I’ve ever memorized lines for a play and I’ve only been in three, maybe.

We have two more practices and then the play! I hope the kids will be ready. It’s amazing how fast time goes before a main event.

There’s a tree, candy canes, Christmas songs and lines declaring Jesus’ love. I’m praying God will bless our efforts.

Are you doing anything fun before December the 25th?

May God bless you!


What About Prejudice?

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When my husband preached on Matthew 15: 21-28 from the New Testament of the Bible this last Sunday morning on the desperate Canaanite mother with her demonized daughter, he made a comment that grabbed my attention.

“Prejudices are inherent, we all have them. We need to recognize them and fight them until they are gone.”

I like to read children’s easy reader books by Eve Bunting. One of her tomes placed a Hispanic boy in a big city with his mom. A local grocery store owner from an Asian country had a fat growly cat. The lady yelled at the children in the neighborhood, the cat hissed at them.

When their tall building caught on fire it changed all of their lives.

Such a great story: Smoky Night by Eve Bunting and illustrated by David Diaz, portrays people in a powerful way without preaching about their attitudes or circumstances.

This award-winning book was published by Voyager Books, San Diego; New York, NY; and London, and copyrighted in 1994.

I hope you are well. May God bless you.


Another Movie for Thought

theyoungmessiah_05Last night, my husband and I, and my sister watched a DVD entitled, “Young Messiah” presented by Focus Features, a Comcast Company in association with Ocean Blue Entertainment, a 1492 Pictures/CJ Enterprise Production distributed by Universal with imaginings of what Jesus’ life would have been like at age seven.




When I saw the hills of Jerusalem, an urge to visit there rose up within me. So, tonight I


saw a lady that traveled to Israel with a group earlier this year.


She said it revolutionized her life to walk the “Stations of the Cross” and at one place to bear the cross until it was time to pass it on to another.


If I don’t get to Jerusalem in this life time, eventually there will be a new heaven and a new earth with a new Jerusalem as described in Revelation 21 and the beginning of Revelation 22.


The movie, “Young Messiah” showed the times, the culture, spiritual warfare up close, miracles and family unity.




Every time Jesus faced danger, I thought, it’s not His time to die yet.


God has a plan for us, according to Jeremiah 29:11, to give us hope and a future.


May God bless you!


A Movie for Thought

My husband and I, and my sister watched the movie, “The Shack,” the other night. We ordered it from Netflix.


I wrote my thoughts before I read the review from “Plugged In” from Focus on the Family website. Here’s the link I copied: http://www.pluggedin.com/movie-reviews/the-shack-2017/

I got the photo from that link.

I read the book years ago and if I saw the movie, I didn’t remember it. The idea of an African-American woman being God didn’t set well with my pre-conceived belief of God, the Father.


As I heard her explain that since the main character’s upbringing might cause him to reject an image of his cruel daddy, the three in the godhead agreed that “I Am,” aka God, should show up as a female.


That same person comforted him as a young child after a trauma and I wondered why he didn’t remember her in his adult years.


As the movie progressed, it got into some deeper issues. Why does God allow evil? Also, Romans 8:28. Additionally, where is God when we suffer?


Wisdom, a female as represented in Proverbs, had the main character put evil ones on trial. He was the judge. As an adult, he got to see his father traumatized as a child.


We noticed a contradiction to Scripture when they said God is not a god of wrath. He does get mad and metes out punishment-just read the Old Testament. God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.


It seemed as if all of mankind gets into heaven, if I understood the movie correctly. That is definitely unbiblical. Yet, by the end of the show I felt as if I knew God more. I experienced an infusion of hope.

“Plugged In” gives sidebars:


Sam Worthington as Mack Phillips; Octavia Spencer as Papa; Radha Mitchell as Nan Phillips; Megan Charpentier as Kate Phillips; Gage Munroe as Josh Phillips; Amélie Eve as Missy Phillips; Tim McGraw as Willie; Avraham Aviv Alush as Jesus; Sumire Matsubara as Sarayu; Alice Braga as Sophia; Graham Greene as Male Papa



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I believe the producer is Summit Entertainment because that’s at the movie’s website http://www.theshack.movie


God bless you all! Any thoughts you’d like to share?


Two Answered Prayers


This past weekend, we got invaded by children and grandchildren.
It’s so quiet now it’s almost surreal.
They called me earlier and I wasn’t home so I called their mother at 9:30 p.m. and they answered the phone. It must be summer. They’d better enjoy their laid-back schedule.
As hard as it seems to believe, school starts soon in New York State.
Yesterday I prayed fervently, “Please God, help me to find the lost library book. I don’t want to buy a new one to replace it.”
When the grandkids first came in the door on Saturday, I told them I’d give them fifty cents if they’d help find the picture book.


The second oldest set to work right away. I thought being here would stimulate their memory and in moments the tome would be in my hand.
He worked so diligently I treated him to shopping at a dollar store. They’re young and pleased with a small amount which helps Grandma out.
He scurried under beds, peeked in closets and even dumped the toy box as he thoroughly searched the premises. I stayed by his side and helped picked up toys and placed some items in a give- away bag. After half an hour, I told him we had to stop. I felt ready to drop. They didn’t get there until nighttime and I’d had a busy day already.
Once the other children heard of his trip to the store, they wanted to help. Only one got the chance, so the others helped mommy clean her vehicle. They earned more from her and worked a bit longer.
His sister helped the next day and she ended up waiting for me to get ready. We didn’t look for the book this time because I’d spent so much time already on my own, I couldn’t think of any other place to look.
I set the timer for 30 minutes and gave her the same amount of money to spend. She’s not as easy to shop with as her brother. I almost gave up after 45 minutes but I allowed her to go to a second store even though I told her earlier we were only going to one place.
When it seemed she wouldn’t find anything there, I told her we’re leaving and I’d give the money to her mom for them to get something later.
Then she looked in earnest. She found six items compared to his two and received 50 cents in change back as well. He took maybe 15 minutes to decide; she took an hour and 45 minutes before we left for home!
He got new stuff, she chose used stuff. I’d rather take him because she kept trying to up the payment and didn’t want to take “No,” for an answer.
I love them equally, but from now on I think I’ll choose visits to the playground for an outing instead of down a toy aisle.
Anyway, God certainly answers prayer. The book sat in my house in their luggage hidden in an outer pocket of their suitcase. Unfortunately, they didn’t find it until they drove home.
I asked her to mail it directly to the library. Who found it? The second born son. “Grandma, I found the book. Am I going to get 50 cents?”
“Yes, you are,” I told him.
“Get to bed,” I heard his mom tell his siblings.
Others wanted to talk and my daughter spoke into the phone, “I’m sorry, Mom. They have to go to bed.”
“That’s okay, I know it’s getting late.”

Two answers to prayer today. At the dealership for my car I asked God very sincerely, “Please let the repair be free or for a very low cost.”

About a month ago they replaced a part in my car because the horn beeped for no apparent reason, sporadically. Once, in the middle of the night.

I paid their hefty labor bill and a tiny amount for the part and thankfully they needed very little time to exchange the parts. Still, at the small shop I go to they charge about $40.00-$50.00 per hour less than the place I went to today.

Which is why I prayed today.

They kept the automobile for about 40 minutes and checked every wire and every part of the system attached to the horn and couldn’t find anything wrong with it. So, they gave me the paperwork-N/C, $0.00 on the bottom. No charge, “Thank you very much.”

And to Jesus I said, “Thank You, Lord!”

God is good.

May God bless you


Soccer, Anyone?

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Last week, my husband and I drove a couple of hours north to see our children and grandchildren. The eight year old got placed in the defensive section of the soccer field after having had a taste of offense and the heady experience of kicking the ball into the goal. I noticed he stopped an aggressive players well placed boot which would have caused another scored point. He effectively sent the black and white sphere in the opposite direction to one of his waiting teammates.

I congratulated him on a game well played. “I didn’t make a goal this time.”

“I know it, but you stopped their team from getting the ball to the goal posts twice.” Then Grandpa added, “You kept your focus.”

Mom said, “You stayed in position, and that’s important.”

She played soccer for many years, even though at a young age she wasn’t sold on the sport. Her dad asked to stay on the team for the season and then if she didn’t like it, she could quit. She is our oldest and I was inclined to let her off the hook. When he explained that her team was counting on her, it made sense to me to have her stick it out. She agreed and after a few more games, she fell in love with the sport.

I remember in ninth grade, I think, she got up at five a.m. to practice soccer with her dad in the summer hoping to make the team. He went to college to be a physical education major, played soccer throughout high school and whenever he could after graduating, and he coached soccer teams for many years as a volunteer. It amazed me that they were so dedicated. I wondered if her coach had any idea how hard she worked, only to be cut during the tryouts. At her young age, she was philosophical about it. “Mom, you should see the girls I competed against. Their talent and speed surpasses mine. I get it.”

I forgave the coach, but I saw him at a meeting once and he came across as a person that made up his mind and there was no changing it. I felt better after she explained the circumstances. Then the next year she tried again, and that coach apologized to me for having to cut her. She went to a smaller college in her freshman year and they put her on the team, so I rejoiced with her.

As I watched her oldest face competitors, he took it all in stride. I don’t know whether he’ll continue playing soccer or if he’ll go for swimming like his dad. He loves to read and he’s a deep thinker, so he may not pursue sports at all. Only God knows what his future holds. All I know is that I’m privileged to be a grandma.

May God bless you.



Medieval Days

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About two weeks ago, I took my grandchildren to our local library. Then three days later, we went to another of the branch libraries.

While there, the six year old insisted on a chapter book like the oldest was getting. I said, “No, you’re not able to read it yet.”

It was close to supper time, Mommy was due to return the next day, they all had busy days so their patience was almost gone; mine, too, so I gave in.

We picked two middle grade chapter books for this kindergartener, which never got opened.

Before one of them came due I decided to read it. It’s a Newberry Medal winner entitled, The Door in the Wall by Marguerite De Angeli.

She wrote and illustrated it beautifully and had it copyrighted in 1949. It was published by Doubleday & Company, Inc. from Garden City, NY all those years ago.

I really like books about medieval times. I read one that I own, written and autographed by Ethel Herr, called Dr. Oma: the Healing Wisdom of Countess Juliana Von Stolberg (Chosen Daughter), copyrighted in 2006.

P & R Publishing from Phillipsburg, NJ published her book.

As much as I like reading about medieval times, I always think I’m happier living now. Women didn’t have much of a chance to live a life of their own choosing. Living in America gives me opportunities that other women may not have as well. I’m aware of that. Something else I understand is that I don’t really know what it’s like to be in situations outside of my ken.

No matter where I live, I’ve purposed in my heart to follow hard after Jesus. That will keep me as content as any human being can be this side of heaven.

May God bless you.