tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53921197659576501002024-02-20T07:33:36.135-07:00From my kitchen table...and beyond...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger338125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-8294894771503356162022-11-12T09:17:00.005-07:002022-11-12T09:38:32.512-07:00Oh Marilyn<p>My Grandma Bessie's sister Opal's oldest daughter...Marilyn...I don't remember her as a Roth...Always a Davis...married to that guy Larry who all tough on the outside...but a big heart on the inside...maybe don't tell him we know! He spent time caring for Marilyn in her last days on this earth...to which I start writing to say goodbye.</p><p>Marilyn had three sons...Ron, Tom, and Hank...and though I haven't been around them in later years...I knew them better in earlier days...good times with Ron and Kathy...Marilyn's baby sister who left us way too soon. Tom coming to spend some time with us in Colorado and then Hank came and visited as well...but Ron's wife Anita shared the updates (thank you Anita)...of what going on in their life...and I think Oh Marilyn...and I think of laughter...</p><p>I think of the last time I seen her I think, and I did have some pictures of her and her sister's...One I loved was her and Nyla (always the cool one)...during another celebration of life of her sister Rhonda's husband...Jack...so many goodbye's...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdyGvdfO2jpAJ7xlPsNZMPrKOyUQ23kDkC_CPwF50pqDPiYBY6280ueFYMCvXEQE7Bn_hFb-GDv19qjfRcldEUxW-dEr3mHm81nnV1_yYJVNJ5aBhKVhI2SS9X3JH1B3kEuv7-wx0tJJE8xcoFmsSS3cLxCtBMW5_vkPEZtxSqslnP0ukSHS4p5uYhw/s4618/IMG_20190328_133623411_BURST000_COVER_TOP%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4618" data-original-width="3464" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdyGvdfO2jpAJ7xlPsNZMPrKOyUQ23kDkC_CPwF50pqDPiYBY6280ueFYMCvXEQE7Bn_hFb-GDv19qjfRcldEUxW-dEr3mHm81nnV1_yYJVNJ5aBhKVhI2SS9X3JH1B3kEuv7-wx0tJJE8xcoFmsSS3cLxCtBMW5_vkPEZtxSqslnP0ukSHS4p5uYhw/w480-h640/IMG_20190328_133623411_BURST000_COVER_TOP%20(1).jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>I ramble on here...and think how these blogs have been more thinking of those who I seem to be reflecting on their life than anything else...but maybe that is okay...a place to give a moment of love for one that has lived and been a part of our life...a part of who we are...a reminder of how this time on this earth is fleeting...unknown...</p><p>Marilyn was one of the "elder's"...a keeper of the family tree. One who would make others do skits and such that they didn't always want to but somehow...she convinced them that it would be fun...or at least something they needed to do... Her smile and laughter are part of what I remember most of her...I did a search for her pics and they pulled up one's of her baby sister Kathy too...and I think all had a beautiful smile...a gift from their mama!</p><p>When I searched pics there was one that wasn't from this time maybe a reunion...but it makes me think of the past...the future...how you loved history...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxDRIZV9eOzZgBg4c5gNUAQUDwyckKfNgYXGF3gCMqUTA2KHZDbh3bqPAenUth4rz22V8HWcehNqS7qTIr6Qp_essL6sAiBEEkBoz8nBpYycBeyLenIno_h7E5Yo-5CbPLYSVvkMehF6LqkR52aCwOGbjT_MqrtuR5ktaM15ZYJUqnpaXC_vnz-ctaiQ/s884/FB_IMG_1561944482246%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="884" data-original-width="448" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxDRIZV9eOzZgBg4c5gNUAQUDwyckKfNgYXGF3gCMqUTA2KHZDbh3bqPAenUth4rz22V8HWcehNqS7qTIr6Qp_essL6sAiBEEkBoz8nBpYycBeyLenIno_h7E5Yo-5CbPLYSVvkMehF6LqkR52aCwOGbjT_MqrtuR5ktaM15ZYJUqnpaXC_vnz-ctaiQ/w325-h640/FB_IMG_1561944482246%20(2).jpg" width="325" /></a></div><br /><p>You with a chocolate covered strawberry that you were excited to enjoy...laughing at me taking your picture with your napkin on your chest...just keeping it clean...with Kathy's daughter talking to you...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATsTpq3KgnVtQBlLBjz43jX4sH-wgFoSE5qbuuz7HNn__e4O2aBrqLJMSw_nCViH4vWo9m30wHLn3kl4hScTTEGkDHFZyeZnoxVV92wuXLJIzIY0kh_6xSUyaErVmYTgxKzxvZj_V61nDPiTRtIRJB8dLeLAvG57ei_Cu9n2RVKjWY3cKV4fdUGUKsw/s1371/FB_IMG_1572983981032%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1371" data-original-width="882" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATsTpq3KgnVtQBlLBjz43jX4sH-wgFoSE5qbuuz7HNn__e4O2aBrqLJMSw_nCViH4vWo9m30wHLn3kl4hScTTEGkDHFZyeZnoxVV92wuXLJIzIY0kh_6xSUyaErVmYTgxKzxvZj_V61nDPiTRtIRJB8dLeLAvG57ei_Cu9n2RVKjWY3cKV4fdUGUKsw/w412-h640/FB_IMG_1572983981032%20(1).jpg" width="412" /></a></div><br /><p>and I thought how you loved to laugh and play...I know I only seen glimpses...but this last time I seen you...these snapshots...maybe not the greatest capture...but I keep in my memories...you playing cards...you taking time to appreciate the flowers...the food...and the family...a reminder to us all...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrAw8FkbCARnWU3WHtb2cLgSJ1l3Aklh7Gr6q0d1B2hC5P8pz0Rq5olXvWES_BS3GLNXIghJmAwy1oqwb5g2HotKM_f4YnqYahT8Z6X9F0pFq9lNHQmWJU9Z5etgldnJaMrLhC3WkyrMbNaOGPvXsvH5SceW953v_RVA2d5ROCpFHzaBZREod5EVxjlA/s4618/IMG_20190328_150141209%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3464" data-original-width="4618" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrAw8FkbCARnWU3WHtb2cLgSJ1l3Aklh7Gr6q0d1B2hC5P8pz0Rq5olXvWES_BS3GLNXIghJmAwy1oqwb5g2HotKM_f4YnqYahT8Z6X9F0pFq9lNHQmWJU9Z5etgldnJaMrLhC3WkyrMbNaOGPvXsvH5SceW953v_RVA2d5ROCpFHzaBZREod5EVxjlA/w400-h300/IMG_20190328_150141209%20(1).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj9uHnSv9x3B6zznxgHcXcpR8beMbhEkjoiw3zo5BnlfYMDNMzWvavlD-3-kIHLwekVzQmfAKms6QHNbKzGeM3BEibzgQsTmM3XpaebOYCkkKgWvISSAy8bZpNt8bGKiW2ddaoZfMp1TW8Kk993YCin-YOfo7lIq7i6HrqX2Tq6UUZTCp_XyfIRafjTA/s4060/IMG_20190328_135429739%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3298" data-original-width="4060" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj9uHnSv9x3B6zznxgHcXcpR8beMbhEkjoiw3zo5BnlfYMDNMzWvavlD-3-kIHLwekVzQmfAKms6QHNbKzGeM3BEibzgQsTmM3XpaebOYCkkKgWvISSAy8bZpNt8bGKiW2ddaoZfMp1TW8Kk993YCin-YOfo7lIq7i6HrqX2Tq6UUZTCp_XyfIRafjTA/w400-h325/IMG_20190328_135429739%20copy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>Marilyn...you will be missed...though none of us would wish suffering on you...I think of you raising those four boys (haha sorry Larry I include you)...those younger siblings...and how sometimes your "innocence" I'm sure a protector from some of the things you lived...I missed your farewell but thought of all that were there...and those who loved you and said goodbye from afar...and so I send love and prayers to all...and maybe today stop and play a game and just laugh the whole time! lyp</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-8067655079780743402022-10-04T21:42:00.001-06:002022-10-04T21:42:16.879-06:00Randal Scott...<p> Today your birthday...you my cousin...my friend...many times like a brother. Today I think of you on your birthday and how I have not written about you since I got the news you have left this life...</p><p>I think of a favorite picture of you with my Dad. How he loved you and I wonder about Heaven and what it is like and if you two are reunited...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPRK1q3Les-2oZUPzOLz18lWEwlNqa0nVMMU8qd6ZQ5aQKZUA5VvyCbkczlOmV3O9-Opj8LnceWwo3mrdE9SDVRsXSYZ_cNdnFrOpC8SRCqxzH2HseSCvtMJc2BISFAG4fVtgaAPYH-5QJ0_4Dl8QKb7Z-qp0fmDEww_I112VHPHc5mr5RlpEraD5wvQ/s828/randydad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="828" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPRK1q3Les-2oZUPzOLz18lWEwlNqa0nVMMU8qd6ZQ5aQKZUA5VvyCbkczlOmV3O9-Opj8LnceWwo3mrdE9SDVRsXSYZ_cNdnFrOpC8SRCqxzH2HseSCvtMJc2BISFAG4fVtgaAPYH-5QJ0_4Dl8QKb7Z-qp0fmDEww_I112VHPHc5mr5RlpEraD5wvQ/w390-h298/randydad.jpg" width="390" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">This morning as I thought of you...the sun was working at coming up and I thought there it is...Randy's sunrise...and I turned my camera and there was a bird in the tree...a sparrow joining me in watching the sun come up over the hill. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQ7VT3otw5E6Uzrk5kjNMcLRGEtbyV2JIESN55R15ultU8-SJMOhZUunc7L9AWKD8dpc38mKrjqkdUNOu3VQIE-4zVGs-OwT3k_k0dzHvEm5N79lny3UKmgD7vojjCU9b5dSY1XnPlXibo2MSvQ7SG4blyXf77Yqom19OHeLo8ssbovKdxDnnYb63ug/s729/Randysunrise%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="729" data-original-width="454" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQ7VT3otw5E6Uzrk5kjNMcLRGEtbyV2JIESN55R15ultU8-SJMOhZUunc7L9AWKD8dpc38mKrjqkdUNOu3VQIE-4zVGs-OwT3k_k0dzHvEm5N79lny3UKmgD7vojjCU9b5dSY1XnPlXibo2MSvQ7SG4blyXf77Yqom19OHeLo8ssbovKdxDnnYb63ug/w311-h500/Randysunrise%20(1).jpg" width="311" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><p>I think of days gone by...Growing up with you down the road...times when I wasn't sure I had another friend...there you were playing basketball with me at recess. You doing a Cheech and Chong routine while milking the cow and I remember sitting and laughing so hard. You putting on heavy boots to run in so you could jump higher playing basketball. I think about how strong you were. How funny you were...There a picture that I came across...of days gone by...you messing around but still taking care of others...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNY-3gjkFG8zmTA7gvxdoIhF9ZIByPxhCoMflHnqTWmAH_7z-BUCRWgWNjo-psMnr_DRnETlZX7imj-T2JhPRge1Z6iwKfw2hy8Kw-5KEjq1-r6UkVrNXx6_DP2Z_79PSIu28cjMhvRXE9KPSn0VEO8tH1Qx2g7qzfko89EksCuUd3aeWVtrbow1FHw/s1159/Randycoffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1159" data-original-width="843" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNY-3gjkFG8zmTA7gvxdoIhF9ZIByPxhCoMflHnqTWmAH_7z-BUCRWgWNjo-psMnr_DRnETlZX7imj-T2JhPRge1Z6iwKfw2hy8Kw-5KEjq1-r6UkVrNXx6_DP2Z_79PSIu28cjMhvRXE9KPSn0VEO8tH1Qx2g7qzfko89EksCuUd3aeWVtrbow1FHw/w323-h444/Randycoffee.jpg" width="323" /></a></div><br /><p>I remember then how your life forever changed...that truck that you had worked on and made so sweet...and then there you were in a wheelchair. I remember weekends driving to Denver as you went through rehab and then you came home and fun times still...I still remember one night in Fargo's parking lot and again laughing so hard at you...of you coming and spending time with me and my family...helping do what you had such a gift for...fixing those motors...and such special times we had...</p><p>And this morning I asked why do we disconnect...lose touch from those that are so special to us...so many years pass by so quickly and before you know it...here we are...and though we spent some time texting and a call here and there...still I didn't make the trip to see you...and I think of if I had...what would we have talked of? I think of how God sent a couple angels in those last days...strong women who were such a blessing to be there with you! I think of you now free from the confines of a chair that held you for so many years. A bittersweet...but I feel you a Believer in Jesus...and you went on running and jumping to Heaven! </p><p>So I think of you not just today the day you were born...but I think of your life and how thankful that I am for you my cousin...my friend...at times my big brother! Thank you! Love you Randy!!! </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-84786613100344831472022-03-09T08:57:00.000-07:002022-03-09T08:57:04.490-07:00Eleven years...<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">March 9, 2022<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Wednesday…a snowy Wednesday…and I think of you...Jay…of writing a
letter to you…you where there is no sadness nor pain…I read and sing, “How Great
Thou Art”…taken from my thoughts…playing over and over in my head…and I read in
the book given to me…”Then Sings My Soul”…and there the very words I had sang…oh
when your soul sings…it seems to carry the tune much better!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I read a writing of the song’s history and it talks of a
poem written by a 26-year-old man…26 catches me…Jay 26 years old…a young man by
any means…Eleven years since that fatal day…fatal…I look up the definition…causing
death…death in the eyes of those remaining…but not in the hearts of those
believing!!!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I go back to thinking of how this poem written by this young
man…ended up touching one life and then another and then another…I think of you
today Jaybird…wondering why I refer to you now as Jaybird…perhaps since you
flew away…I came across a picture yesterday…titled “Snowy Days and Steller’s
Jays” photo taken by I believe Lori Fredrickson from Wyoming...but this photo captured me as I had never seen one before...And I laugh as I research more on this bird
as it says, “Steller’s Jays are large songbirds with large heads, chunky
bodies, rounded wings, and a long, full tail.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Yes, I hear you giggle…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgcZB26x9qYYhQi8OH5yawTvSfdXElqouf5Lwg-ytoBAoIzNgZRBqI3lZTODK8QvByaOSkAyk6VNhk4Mje8CRLGDqAeH9ktP0YuKoRzeb33J2gfDOPWpvXTcbBC9_1Iu9IdGGO0v6ieAxy7qTa3W8Idm3QpoAWBYipeRfKJiuEvzfrONNe7Hxi_DFccg=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgcZB26x9qYYhQi8OH5yawTvSfdXElqouf5Lwg-ytoBAoIzNgZRBqI3lZTODK8QvByaOSkAyk6VNhk4Mje8CRLGDqAeH9ktP0YuKoRzeb33J2gfDOPWpvXTcbBC9_1Iu9IdGGO0v6ieAxy7qTa3W8Idm3QpoAWBYipeRfKJiuEvzfrONNe7Hxi_DFccg=w463-h308" width="463" /></a></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Yesterday I spent time with your daughter…she has pieces of
you scattered in her personality…pieces of her Mom…of others…yet her own unique
person.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I think of how like a poem
written a long time ago…continues to touch lives today…and I think of how you
touch the lives of those that remain…and that for many is your laughter...your heart...your words...and yet your story
remains…and perhaps that is one of the reasons why I continue to talk of you…to
think of you…to remember you…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I don’t understand still…and maybe it is for me not to ever understand the why's…why
a young man would be taken from his wife and child…his parents...his siblings...his friends...yet was talking about you
the other day and this person said they felt like something was spared from
happening…and I know that even though a hard one…that you, Jay, would step up
and say I can go…I don’t know what happened…what was kept from happening…but in
this conversation we talked of how your wife and child…your family and friends…knew
you loved them…that you didn’t leave because you didn’t love them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think of many that do not have that comfort
in knowing that their daddy loved them…that their spouse loved them…and their
friend loved them…and their child or brother...or son-in-love...and I am reminded of the verse…<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoIntenseQuote" style="margin: 0.25in 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: helvetica;"><b>No greater LOVE </b></span></p><p class="MsoIntenseQuote" style="margin: 0.25in 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: helvetica;">than this who lay down one’s life for his friends.</span></p><p class="MsoIntenseQuote" style="margin: 0.25in 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: helvetica;">John 15:13</span></p><p class="MsoIntenseQuote" style="margin: 0.25in 0in; text-align: center;"><o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimGVP5FMPc4jTonLSpr2NoOmXv7dUx7i4GddrhGOMADbwT4BGkiN2rzCH3JBVgak680d5AANxHp-wcjQwk5-vrQswx2G5FvqcV_ejQNldG3_4Ze_EJ7I0lX27xY5qriKCHo-GbA8jR9jwMb_cYzHhB34WetRQEgccMvHdtiZTGHgt7jNdY7wOJWrEWiw=s2000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="2000" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimGVP5FMPc4jTonLSpr2NoOmXv7dUx7i4GddrhGOMADbwT4BGkiN2rzCH3JBVgak680d5AANxHp-wcjQwk5-vrQswx2G5FvqcV_ejQNldG3_4Ze_EJ7I0lX27xY5qriKCHo-GbA8jR9jwMb_cYzHhB34WetRQEgccMvHdtiZTGHgt7jNdY7wOJWrEWiw=w457-h257" width="457" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>These very words carved on your stone…and though I didn’t
know you a long time in terms of years on this earth…I knew you enough to know
that you would lay down your life for a friend…for a child you didn’t know…yes
even for me… ole “Sweetness”…so on this cold and snowy day…I lift my tea cup
and I toast you and give thanks for you and think of you taking in Heaven
without us…I think how my Mom I am sure adores you…and I am thankful to be part
of the ripple that your story has touched in my life…reminding me of the things
that matter…and the things that really don’t…and I thank God for you on this
cold snowy Wednesday…<o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And though I won’t join others who will gather at your grave
to remember you…you remain 4EVER in my heart!!!<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiInt_ZmBW7RQ-JjK5vgvOaQ36eb35WBrVC0GXADxd9RMLurmlZgY8MYPOTPaD7Ma9GvfoT10V9eXdxlM8DX6_xMr1b9Dc3S_VuC7Dv24gY4b4ubsrNwpyx-iaQJ9WaJ8K1nxVtsblPkLaU2vBkrVXmxErd1z-6K0s5mDFaKKYdHQ3d7IDfzW9PzOzSGQ=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiInt_ZmBW7RQ-JjK5vgvOaQ36eb35WBrVC0GXADxd9RMLurmlZgY8MYPOTPaD7Ma9GvfoT10V9eXdxlM8DX6_xMr1b9Dc3S_VuC7Dv24gY4b4ubsrNwpyx-iaQJ9WaJ8K1nxVtsblPkLaU2vBkrVXmxErd1z-6K0s5mDFaKKYdHQ3d7IDfzW9PzOzSGQ=w526-h395" width="526" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal">lys</p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-25325537143691472021-08-26T11:15:00.000-06:002021-08-26T11:15:05.669-06:00I'm there...<p> Yesterday a Kelly day...some days you don't know it until the close of day...but when you look back...</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzU7x3e9dDOzCTZ5N8puFnUOmk0f_2-ihM9WP0Er7Lm96Ugyd6lZCjX0VEqG7tVyyrs_Xhq-mBjCpSu6kuthlD82UQBn9XqpNzO6gryc86nGA0JvVfj0Pzlnrhe8ddHUsc71yFxPBarns/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1356" data-original-width="2048" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzU7x3e9dDOzCTZ5N8puFnUOmk0f_2-ihM9WP0Er7Lm96Ugyd6lZCjX0VEqG7tVyyrs_Xhq-mBjCpSu6kuthlD82UQBn9XqpNzO6gryc86nGA0JvVfj0Pzlnrhe8ddHUsc71yFxPBarns/" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div>Kelly my cousin...his mom and mine sisters. We the same age...in fact this year he would be 60! Kelly was the one that was always cool it seemed...one of the funniest guys with that dry sense of humor...I keep looking at this pic and him just looking right through me almost with that smirk...humoring me with a pic that I cherish...<p></p><p> I have a picture from when we were kids...even then while the rest of us geeks for sure...he was still looking cool...</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSVraxtDSKdpeenq5Np0V_0GZyzhfRRrg24LJNWmIpqRoR-Dp2v6E_V8d2Ts8NRstt0YJj4sA_A87uVYgPmPPAeDqFJCjy3Dz4x1QCToEqB8J1Xol0zAw6Og44iyWFcGdFMdkGyO5ZasDw/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="662" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSVraxtDSKdpeenq5Np0V_0GZyzhfRRrg24LJNWmIpqRoR-Dp2v6E_V8d2Ts8NRstt0YJj4sA_A87uVYgPmPPAeDqFJCjy3Dz4x1QCToEqB8J1Xol0zAw6Og44iyWFcGdFMdkGyO5ZasDw/" width="233" /></a></div><br />Anyway...back to my day...I had seen there on my timeline a message from Kelly to me August 25, 2010 saying simply, "I'm there". Me trying to figure out where there was. That it would show up on this day when I had read a devotional and the reading was Psalm 139...and there I had written 10/20/16 Ryder Kelly Petrie by the verse...<p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, </span></i><i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">And that my soul knows very well." Psalm 139:13-14</span></i></p></blockquote><p>Ryder Kelly the son of my cousin Vonnie's son Bret...who if Kelly would have had a son...I am sure would have been a lot like Bret...or maybe for fun he would have been like Vonnie...but later in the day I get a picture from Vonnie...Yvonne I suppose to some...saying Little Kelly...Axell...and after chatting with Vonnie...I share and think yep Kelly...a part of you there indeed...</p><p>So I share with my brother who said he on his mind too...rode Kelly's Harley...and so this morning and open tab on my computer and it is the message from Kelly..."I'm there"...and I go to see where there was when I think...maybe there is more than just where we were 11 years ago...and I feel love transcends...and so I feel a nudge to remember you Kelly and share with others...that you a special part in our lives...</p><p>And I find where we all were...at my brother's at the "cornpalooza" and thinking Jo had said we need another...and I came across a picture from there when looking...treasured memories for sure...</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY5ASXUlRktu7MxDBVolTD68Kh_nlKWFJvxAusIq6vah119ekhKjRaFbW3Kj8zquJXS5BA4ha8ylq_ISAXOplyo2cPbFbVDgDvN1KEF_1jVlvxsK6ga9YDOtP0AB-vum7otNTRlz1c9gDC/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY5ASXUlRktu7MxDBVolTD68Kh_nlKWFJvxAusIq6vah119ekhKjRaFbW3Kj8zquJXS5BA4ha8ylq_ISAXOplyo2cPbFbVDgDvN1KEF_1jVlvxsK6ga9YDOtP0AB-vum7otNTRlz1c9gDC/" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I come across a blog I wrote for you when we said goodbye...I remember parts of that day...and I remember hearing the motorcycles pull up while your niece played Amazing Grace...and how it hit me...and I see pictures and video of my great niece this morning...and I think of all of us getting older and these little ones...and this song on the blog <a href="https://pennify.blogspot.com/2014/01/forever-young.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR1O-8NpqumoQknd9G5Uo4Vp2HxR29ojHfGvBPp8tOB8RknNLcCBfC0xLAM">Forever Young</a>...and the song written by Bob Dylan seems to be a prayer and a thanks to the LORD for letting us feel a visit from one we love...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/K2p84Xdx8ck" width="320" youtube-src-id="K2p84Xdx8ck"></iframe></div><p>A reminder that we may stay forever young...with childlike faith and love for life...and I sing along...</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;">May God bless and keep you always</div><div style="text-align: center;">May your wishes all come true</div><div style="text-align: center;">May you always do for others</div><div style="text-align: center;">And let others do for you</div><div style="text-align: center;">May you build a ladder to the stars</div><div style="text-align: center;">And climb on every rung</div><div style="text-align: center;">May you stay forever young</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forever young, forever young</div><div style="text-align: center;">May you stay forever young.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">lyp</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><o:p></o:p><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-72660879781082329512021-03-24T10:52:00.001-06:002021-03-24T10:52:43.224-06:00Abundant...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyL8EoSLEVzXvhWelvjUyHleCTE8-Q-Y1vclYgffbQQtl318hcVEemK0FDoQuq3zcb-IY-EF4-uxMAXztpqa0q6QsFplJQ6WCNklXh8z7Cf0UfFn673MuOred0tFxFN2MmEtgXamXo3sX/s2048/sheep+on+grass+%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyL8EoSLEVzXvhWelvjUyHleCTE8-Q-Y1vclYgffbQQtl318hcVEemK0FDoQuq3zcb-IY-EF4-uxMAXztpqa0q6QsFplJQ6WCNklXh8z7Cf0UfFn673MuOred0tFxFN2MmEtgXamXo3sX/w506-h284/sheep+on+grass+%25281%2529.jpg" width="506" /></a></div><br /> As I read John 10:10…My thoughts go to the killings in
Boulder…such a different meaning taken on when the word kill is used…my prayers
for their families…for the police officer said to have 7 children. And a writing seems to come as I look at those
who were killed…<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Just like that…lives forever changed…and though there were
10 individuals killed…and that word just has such a haunting to it…and as I
seek a definition of the word as mine seems to say to take another’s life…I
find a search that asks if killed is a verb…and then it goes on to say, “extinguish
the life of”…so many lives forever changed!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I read what is written of each of these individuals…each a unique
individual in their own rights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In one
place I had looked, the news seemed to give that of what Facebook postings had
to say…yet others were given a few short sentences in what someone who cared
about them said…and I pause and wonder…what would be said of me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though this not about me…it is something to
reflect upon…isn’t our life more than a summation of a few words…or is it!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">One of the most mentioned is a police officer, Eric Talley… Officer
Talley leaving behind 7 children…and I do the math of him being an officer for
10 years…and I think of another police officer in my circle…killed 10 years ago…as
in life…one leaves and another begins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
thinking and praying for new officers who are beginning…and my heart goes to
this family of love…this family of blood…this family of duty…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I see the headlines…some trying to instantly make this political…to
fit in with agendas…yet LIFE isn’t supposed to be about political and agendas…it
is about the dashes…the love…of what we did in this life while here on this
earth…and I look back at the verse…John 10:10…life abundantly! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ABUNDANT…a word that could take on so much…yet
I find in definitions one that says…<span face=""Helvetica",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: #464e56;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><i>SHEFA (ABUNDANCE): Shefa is
a word in Hebrew literally meaning Abundance. This holy symbol is the symbol of
abundance in its highest form - as a Divine principle of the flow between
Creator to His creation.<o:p></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In having a faith in Jesus…I believe there is MORE…more than
just this life of a dash between the dates…I picture a baptism of my
granddaughter…at her daddy's mass...(I put a link to another writing of that time <a href="https://pennify.blogspot.com/2011/03/point-of-light.html">https://pennify.blogspot.com/2011/03/point-of-light.html</a>)…and she would use the signing taught to her
by her aunt…and as the water sprinkled upon her she signed for more…though the
choices made during the dash determines what comes after the date and the dash
and the date…there it does not stop…I know some think I use the dot…dot…dot…way
too often...of my sentences running together…Although…life is a continuation…sometimes
a single period will not suffice…life doesn’t always just simply stop…there is
MORE…ABUNDANT!!!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Yet there are those who come to try and steal and kill…to
destroy…and that is nothing but evil!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
can be fought all day of this or that being the cause of death…yet bottom line
is it goes back…back to the garden when we began with our “free” choices…to
live as we thought fit…not always taking the path of love and good…but instead hate
and evil…Though during this season…coming upon Easter…we are reminded there is
more…Jesus “killed” so that mine and your dot-dot-dot…my ellipsis more formally
defined…could go on beyond my dash—why?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Because death has been defeated!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There where One named Jesus took the bullet if you will…for me…for any
who would choose to believe…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I pray for peace and comfort for lives "extinguished" in what
seems way too soon… and this prayer extends beyond just those 10…others I know
who have given goodbye’s sooner than they would like…of families I have seen
and felt some of the pain they are feeling…and during this time…may prayers be
made for peace and comfort…prayers I have felt in times as this…prayers for
strength to get through the hard days ahead…and prayers that they will feel the
“Good Shepherd”… (talked of there in this Book I have opened by a man named
John…who seemed to be a part of Jesus’ inner circle)…that the LORD…our Shepherd…may
be close by their side…allowing them to “find the green pastures”…That they may have life…and have it more ABUNDANTLY…lyp<o:p></o:p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-60161692924189734022021-03-20T14:55:00.000-06:002021-03-20T14:55:02.880-06:00Farewell to Winter...<p> A day behind...as it is now the first day of Spring...yesterday after a beautiful walk by the pond I had written...</p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><i>Farewell to Winter…as I walk
around the pond and listen to the serenade of the birds…a lone duck swims
across and almost as it seems to see me…it retreats…I look at my barn…no it is
not mine…but it is one I love to walk past.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It still covered in snow…though it continues to melt away and give way
for precious moisture for the coming growth of spring time…SPRING…a new season…one
of new life…new birth…and I ponder my favorite…and it very well could be…though
I love fall…it is one of goodbye…of harvest…even though I think perhaps I in
the fall of my life…yet still bouts of Spring seem to emerge…<o:p></o:p></i></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9zh0U7eGItFXyESxSGeCpe2hWa5fUAf4JprPn_BhJ3LR9Q4XTuph7wx8VUsZ6q8hk8eJP2cCYoGyeRxnxtfNSObKIHTpKDgu6gqtjGqVfohbebV4aiwEbIFcv-wWqpAb1ULbV_5hCFxl/s1276/birdnbrn.jpg+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="1276" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9zh0U7eGItFXyESxSGeCpe2hWa5fUAf4JprPn_BhJ3LR9Q4XTuph7wx8VUsZ6q8hk8eJP2cCYoGyeRxnxtfNSObKIHTpKDgu6gqtjGqVfohbebV4aiwEbIFcv-wWqpAb1ULbV_5hCFxl/w400-h180/birdnbrn.jpg+copy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Winter is past I read in Song of Solomon...and so I place it on the snow covered barn picture that appears as though a chilly winter when in fact...the sun shining! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And a few other pics I capture on my phone...a glimpse of the moment...and prayers for the new season that awaits...may we enjoy the spring time...may we be made new...the grass is coming...breathe in the season!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaflJVklSoxIjdujZ_n7WS5XHGfIzprsW4rzU4lYCnkxinw2FzqSv-K58w3EuErhoi1u6cFl5CoSaKTD8PdS24fAyzlT9lo5J40UYxJXoBjcDXxTwIrrir74Yudh6mjt8uq7MRsdzlL51G/s2543/20210319_165421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaflJVklSoxIjdujZ_n7WS5XHGfIzprsW4rzU4lYCnkxinw2FzqSv-K58w3EuErhoi1u6cFl5CoSaKTD8PdS24fAyzlT9lo5J40UYxJXoBjcDXxTwIrrir74Yudh6mjt8uq7MRsdzlL51G/w400-h195/20210319_165421.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2MUaEBpD0fjwZJb9RS_T-lMuKoa7zrUNCF5o2VDF3MRVsv4XgXhGXp7Q0-TT20fhhJyyhWDpMHUpCvUOMagw8EOOS6Nx-W5ZL7Jv4n8yGf7OnFRm3R_LmZlY4PPgSI_hJEfIHq1BMB_Ol/s2543/20210319_170403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2MUaEBpD0fjwZJb9RS_T-lMuKoa7zrUNCF5o2VDF3MRVsv4XgXhGXp7Q0-TT20fhhJyyhWDpMHUpCvUOMagw8EOOS6Nx-W5ZL7Jv4n8yGf7OnFRm3R_LmZlY4PPgSI_hJEfIHq1BMB_Ol/w400-h195/20210319_170403.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNaRQ_MzVqp-M2s2rHNQUfP8cUHCbBCrPqCFkrsJOeKuCUQ1Rsth09QIqZvez0PJVGzYYVjludc2hzD58-b71mRURvmk3RaOyiIfwtKXh0R4SJAkFuYkY_Ym-if_tlsErQC4s6uaLTH12v/s2543/20210319_170441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNaRQ_MzVqp-M2s2rHNQUfP8cUHCbBCrPqCFkrsJOeKuCUQ1Rsth09QIqZvez0PJVGzYYVjludc2hzD58-b71mRURvmk3RaOyiIfwtKXh0R4SJAkFuYkY_Ym-if_tlsErQC4s6uaLTH12v/w400-h195/20210319_170441.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCavnVez4a2tRG1ueV4ph1FRQnVkgGArWKH6hBGrRUY0RSRC22CURam9unmHxYj3ss2IcM5da9YOMbXaV9FZdU4and_eDgI-J4R0cKleDchzoUSlTk8XduiJWgntbZxpRnXpHLgAiztSbW/s2543/20210319_170604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="2543" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCavnVez4a2tRG1ueV4ph1FRQnVkgGArWKH6hBGrRUY0RSRC22CURam9unmHxYj3ss2IcM5da9YOMbXaV9FZdU4and_eDgI-J4R0cKleDchzoUSlTk8XduiJWgntbZxpRnXpHLgAiztSbW/w400-h195/20210319_170604.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">lyp</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-8106660698208410782021-02-17T21:40:00.002-07:002021-02-18T08:03:27.232-07:00Ashes to ashes...<p> Today...Ash Wednesday...first day of Lent...and I not one who really knew much of Lent other than my friends I remember would "give up something"...and 10 years ago I did not know anything of Ash Wednesday...10 years ago...Ash Wednesday...and though it is not March 9, 2011...it does bring back memories...</p><p>On the morn of Ash Wednesday...10 years ago...just another day of going to work. Yet it was different in the fact that I had an experience that I may have not shared with many...though now the words seem to come out on my paper. I had a picture come to my mind...a dream if you will...though I wide awake. I don't know what it was...but I felt it to my core. In this vision of sorts...I seen people reaching out from the ground...reaching towards me saying, "Why didn't you tell me!" And as they reached...they cried out...as though reaching from their graves...</p><p>And then...that evening...the call came...the call that was as none I had ever received and pray never to receive again...the news that my son-in-law...Jay Sheridan...had been killed!!! My daughter's husband...my granddaughter's Daddy...and that night...I remember those that sat with ashes on their foreheads...a part of their faith...a Faith that Jesus died for our sins...even though we did not deserve...and I had faith that Jay a believer...not because he deserved...but because he believed.</p><p>I have a picture I took of fire...an intense fire that just seemed to capture me...and with my ashes theme decide to put verses on it...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_Eb0goR00EkzAz5i3ckIn4rfohvX9gGZKRmyC5dVWiDmCgDwSXTQN61KqcJslJ055vz8ktg8m3HagNTYo0PEI0xr7wL_OUaP4nLn8iD-xviP6bdZ1ESfs3sim-Do9I8ekmezgFKn296k/s2048/fire.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1413" data-original-width="2048" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_Eb0goR00EkzAz5i3ckIn4rfohvX9gGZKRmyC5dVWiDmCgDwSXTQN61KqcJslJ055vz8ktg8m3HagNTYo0PEI0xr7wL_OUaP4nLn8iD-xviP6bdZ1ESfs3sim-Do9I8ekmezgFKn296k/w400-h276/fire.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>The first verse I find is in Genesis...of Abraham talking to the LORD saying, <span style="color: #6fa8dc;">"I who am nothing but dust and ashes have taken it upon myself to speak to the LORD."</span> Just little ole me...and I thought sometimes how though not Abraham...have thought how I am not anything but here I am talking to the LORD...</p><p>...and then the other in Daniel...Daniel...one who could tell what a dream meant...one who was fed to the lions and came out to tell of it...of one who put on his sackcloth...sat in his ashes and prayed...prayed for those around him...in his sadness...and today I have been reminded from past and present...how precious life is...how we don't know...and I look around us...and I read further in Daniel's Prayer it was referred to and think of the word I have been given lately..."Mercy"...and I think of our nation...our world...both big and small...and these words stick out of how we all ignore many commandments...but the biggest...to LOVE...but the words I read a prayer indeed...speaking from our ashes...not because we deserve...but because we ask for Mercy...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: arial;"><i><span class="text Dan-9-17" id="en-NCV-21902" style="font-size: 16px;">“Now, our God, hear the prayers of your servant. Listen to my prayer for help, and for your sake do good things for your holy place that is in ruins. </span><span class="text Dan-9-18" id="en-NCV-21903" style="font-size: 16px;">My God, pay attention and hear me. Open your eyes and see all the terrible things that have happened to us. See how our lives have been ruined and what has happened to the city that is called by your name. We do not ask these things because we are good; instead, we ask because of Your mercy. </span><span class="text Dan-9-19" id="en-NCV-21904" style="font-size: 16px;">Lord, listen! Lord, forgive! Lord, hear us and do something! Daniel 9:17-19</span></i></span></p><p>I read something when looking on Ash Wednesday...something that sort of resonates with me...and there is an article with the date March 9...only 2014...as I search for ashes and sackcloth...because what exactly is sackcloth? Or as the New Century Version translation calls it "rough cloth". But I find an article from erortega.com...one not familiar with...but the words are just from the initial search where I read..."<i>In the Bible, sackcloth, and ashes was worn as a sign of repentance for sin. Simply put, sackcloth and ashes was an external demonstration for an internal condition.".</i> INTERNAL CONDITION...</p><p>Whoa and part of this faith that I cling to...is of repentance...of forgive us our trespasses...and forgiving others...of believing in Jesus...in His Love...in His Life...and there plays a song that does not add to the sadness and loss I have been reminded of from past and present...but that which makes this Faith I cling to...that those who believe will RISE!!! And so I leave with a song that picks me up...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YI_gXwoUcis" width="320" youtube-src-id="YI_gXwoUcis"></iframe></div><div><br /></div>As I sing along and give an Amen....<div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div><i><span style="background-color: #ddddee; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Well I keep on coming to this place</div><div style="text-align: center;">That I don't know quite how to face</div></span><span style="background-color: #ddddee; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">So I lay down my life in hopes to die</div></span><span style="background-color: #ddddee; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">That somehow I might rise</div></span></i><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"><i><br /></i></span></div><i><span style="background-color: #ddddee; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Yes I will rise</div></span><span style="background-color: #ddddee; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Out of these ashes rise</div></span><span style="background-color: #ddddee; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">From this trouble I have found</div></span><span style="background-color: #ddddee; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">And this rubble on the ground</div></span><span style="background-color: #ddddee; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">I will rise</div></span><span style="background-color: #ddddee; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Cause He Who is in me</div></span><span style="background-color: #ddddee; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Is greater than I will ever be</div></span></i><span style="background-color: #ddddee; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And I will rise</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>AMEN!</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhginOByDrfjWkSIQSPuweNLlkG5I_XWaqn7q-XrDSAFrtquhxeLGshMgHXuqLh-jAr3ayRP05tx93UMfG7P-bTo1bxgHIgPazPkCCYQvA62tN1Ytrk2KZ43tRDRRirF8Vh_1-JV7M6A15q/s500/Etsy+Shop+Icon+copy+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhginOByDrfjWkSIQSPuweNLlkG5I_XWaqn7q-XrDSAFrtquhxeLGshMgHXuqLh-jAr3ayRP05tx93UMfG7P-bTo1bxgHIgPazPkCCYQvA62tN1Ytrk2KZ43tRDRRirF8Vh_1-JV7M6A15q/w200-h200/Etsy+Shop+Icon+copy+copy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-50855203293182702242021-02-09T11:01:00.003-07:002021-02-09T18:03:44.033-07:00Peace Janie girl...<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">February 7, 2021<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Yesterday…and just the word…can mean the day before today…or
many days before today…a special friend from several yesterday’s ago…so long
ago I still call her Janie…though many refer to her as Laura…or Laura Jane…she
the youngest of six daughters to Tom and Mary…Her next sister in line…Nancy…my best friend in first
grade was the one who gave me the news that Janie went to be with God…but here on your birthday I write today which is now tomorrow…That you would leave this earth the day before you came...I think of your dash...that line in between your dates...and a
picture and verse had popped up and I had thought of your journey Janie…of your
sisters…this one from my kitchen table from a few years back…but funny it should pop up…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
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from my kitchen table The moon and a bright shining star...if you look close
you see...And an angel on my table holds the peace stone. I read one of my life
verses..."To give light to those who sit in darkness and the shadow of
death. To guide our feet into the way of peace. Luke 1:79 TODAY'S FORECAST:
When seeking....may you seek Peace...</i></blockquote></blockquote><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Janie that little sister that did much
with us. I have a picture of her from
Hanover grade school at the old country schoolhouse we all attended. She adorable I am sure since birth!!! I remember finding this picture and us laughing
of the culotte days and that beautiful long hair…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqipEAK_WDt3sp_oZo8S0vVwOncXT7FYTzhZcUVq5mnKXARAw9tNMtLBfHlsFRjZ0X_k-SVGgEr1k1nRnSQsxKGbPqfhTY-jyxw8KQ0zvaTcbWIh-ZAZhDoRNjUvbUHApAovh3cjR5WLW/s1012/Janie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="1012" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqipEAK_WDt3sp_oZo8S0vVwOncXT7FYTzhZcUVq5mnKXARAw9tNMtLBfHlsFRjZ0X_k-SVGgEr1k1nRnSQsxKGbPqfhTY-jyxw8KQ0zvaTcbWIh-ZAZhDoRNjUvbUHApAovh3cjR5WLW/s320/Janie.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<p class="MsoNormal">And then the yesterday’s turn to today’s and tomorrow’s…and
time and life passes so quickly and we lose touch with those that have been
such a large part of our lives and often we freeze them at some point in time…with
the Spencer girls…all 6 of them…each went off to Canon City to a different
school when they went to high school...but then somewhere along the way we
reconnected…and Janie and I talked about that time in between in a conversation
she told me, “I know so many adult years missed but when I think of you it's
your blonde blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and so much fun to hang out
with. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well when Nancy would let me.
She'd always say after you'd leave...she's MY FRIEND not yours...Rude but
always let me buddy in too.” But those friends who knew you when...even when they knew you when you and her sister would laugh so hard we would not always make it to the bathroom...yet the point...we laughed...those friends who have memories of your mom holding them and singing to them when they were afraid...childhood friends...friendships that you keep in your heart...even if you do not get to know them in later years...<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I learned of the "grown up" Janie…she had reached out I think
on Facebook…(Facebook not always the greatest place...but I do appreciate connecting with "old" friends) but anyway we just kept writing…we shared “Girlfriends in God” and as
I went back and read on her birthday...different writings back and forth…just the day after she had passed on…surrounded
by her sisters…and I found something she had told me a few years ago in September
of 2018…she had written, <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><i>“I remember that a friend going
thru chemo...I'll be ok with either way it turns out. If I don't make it look
what God has in store for us all if we believe. Happy Sunday muah!” ljs<o:p></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And it was as if she was writing it this very Sunday…a
message to many of us who grieve her leaving…and I came upon more of her
writings that Janie and I had shared a few years ago, “<i>Yes, I often go down the
dark tunnel and then I pray that whatever lesson not learned to help me get
through and gradually see the light and He is in control. I've been thinking
a lot about death...I used to be really scared... now not so much. I know more
than I used to and cherish every day.”<o:p></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Cherish
every day…that’s one to keep with us…and I think how Janie and I had started
writing back and forth…before…before cancer…before Jay killed…and I laugh as we
had an ongoing of the weeds getting in our gardens…but as I read through I
laughed as one of her words of wisdom to me after sharing some story and she
says, <i>“What a story.. it is how you handle your fear, struggle whatever the
case may be. Chin up and I love this saying move on like a dog cover that shit
and carry on</i>.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh Laura Jane…I
loved I got to know your fun side and include a favorite pic…just because you
adorable even making faces at me…<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfhUsYgyG8xKeUk99QbZvG91tyfio3UdqeBQH7j3WoLte5yJrRJ7T7xcq-iZSQOS65QXTSa2HZqVbU_2UyLtHWqPFgSuIXvbNmJDzAX6NK9ehMdS6XJ1YJpr2Z4lPCVrjTZM2F2GVWKr2/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="255" data-original-width="276" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfhUsYgyG8xKeUk99QbZvG91tyfio3UdqeBQH7j3WoLte5yJrRJ7T7xcq-iZSQOS65QXTSa2HZqVbU_2UyLtHWqPFgSuIXvbNmJDzAX6NK9ehMdS6XJ1YJpr2Z4lPCVrjTZM2F2GVWKr2/" width="260" /></a></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And I think how our lives were intertwined…and I had written, “So this morning I was thinking of you and another friend and had said
my friends with cancer in my writing. It was as though God slapped my hand and
said WHAT!!! This is not how to describe My child...and so it made me think how
we let cancer or many other things define us...so today I ask...how do you want
to be defined!!! Lyp<o:p></o:p></p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Janie replied back to me…”<i>Pretty!
Beautiful Smart, gorgeous lol I'm kidding. Tougher than nails. Thank you for
always thinking of me. Too many of us have cancer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>wth?
We push thru it all but I do hate that saying fight. ..so the ones that die
weren't fighting...ugh don't get me started…”</i></p></blockquote>
<p class="MsoNormal">I think of her reply…and she all the things…but yes tougher
than nails…to endure the time she went through what she went through…and I
think of her sisters and mom…each being there in their own ways…I continue with
some of her own words…because they touched me…and so I "borrow" a picture of
her that a friend had captured and I told her made me just say Janie…her words…”<i>We all have a hill,
mountain or bump in the road.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What I know
for sure is you pick yourself up and dust yourself off and try again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s life.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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me different things and I came across this verse… “Let us therefore come boldly
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time of need.” (Hebrews 4:16) Eagerly approach his throne and find help. He
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joy. I think of an arrow...pulling it back you have to just let it go. Take the
leap. </i><i>God's with you for sure. Quit putting on the skids lol”</i><i> </i> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Usually ending with laughter out loud…Janie
encouraged me to write…and so...that is what I do as I think of you...<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">My heart is with her and her friends…I think of her “ya ya’s… and especially her family...her mama who she loved dearly...her sisters... and especially my life-long friend Nancy…I know each of your hearts aching…yet knowing how blessed we all are…another couple pictures I steal…might be a little blurry because of copy and paste...but I love them all the same...<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVVz_E798cdp7z1VWrQ4Ewr0SQRenRNdhrCMLEVA8yzMx8zzwvhyphenhyphenZUAJBHxFLTEzX0Rnix3nJHR14LQYi01v5Dje1nqb1quPzH4Yln2gIBARTSMUgBvikRncaVGNtcKwon3KpK9RfTmPD/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="181" data-original-width="180" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVVz_E798cdp7z1VWrQ4Ewr0SQRenRNdhrCMLEVA8yzMx8zzwvhyphenhyphenZUAJBHxFLTEzX0Rnix3nJHR14LQYi01v5Dje1nqb1quPzH4Yln2gIBARTSMUgBvikRncaVGNtcKwon3KpK9RfTmPD/w199-h200/image.png" width="199" /></a></div><o:p> </o:p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikB10tUL_QkGbFm9EAfkZ17WLcd5eYvIjm_jo0jvokzlnZTx5zlgdRNb2qPAazhh-72DgforMn53gdApQqvzoW8kMHmKZbArZMXQEqyXDbK8r70LYofRSemPXF5l5-lrFqPWtwTE5behbC/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="177" data-original-width="178" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikB10tUL_QkGbFm9EAfkZ17WLcd5eYvIjm_jo0jvokzlnZTx5zlgdRNb2qPAazhh-72DgforMn53gdApQqvzoW8kMHmKZbArZMXQEqyXDbK8r70LYofRSemPXF5l5-lrFqPWtwTE5behbC/w200-h199/image.png" width="200" /></a><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>A</o:p><span style="text-align: center;">fter I had heard you
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I give thanks to our God for you…for Jesus taking you home and giving you rest…and
as I walked…I thought of your long beautiful hair and a picture in my mind of
you riding full speed on a beautiful horse…with both mane’s flying…Oh Janie
girl…until we see you again…thank you for being you…and thankful God shared you
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Yet I am reminded I also said a prayer which many times is the very most I can do. </p><p>When I thought of this line...I was reminded of a writing in Matthew 25...of people saying when did we see You hungry LORD? When did we see you thirsty? And His reply was when you did it to the least of these...sometimes least is more...I a least...you a least...and in this writing it writes this thought two different ways...when you did it and then when you didn't...yet saying the same thing...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyVWO5xcVgxuIb2fBIQ6B-3x5Bl-nkIEgmt66re0iUA9t0bZ6zLEk_1ucDKODok-7Cxt4SqVLHeAInAlAt9IikGc9j-gnFsyKYM4XbxaaUBzAKl3CKDaTjRw-wJjR8wacIIkZjpy5opDu_/s2048/cornstalk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyVWO5xcVgxuIb2fBIQ6B-3x5Bl-nkIEgmt66re0iUA9t0bZ6zLEk_1ucDKODok-7Cxt4SqVLHeAInAlAt9IikGc9j-gnFsyKYM4XbxaaUBzAKl3CKDaTjRw-wJjR8wacIIkZjpy5opDu_/w400-h266/cornstalk.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>Thanksgiving is rapidly approaching...the harvest is upon us...I read more of this writing...these "letters" if you will...of the sheep and the goats...of being prepared with our oil and lamps...of using talents...A lot to think on as I read these words that seem to speak to my soul.</p><p>As I write...I listen to Crowder singing, "Get ready...all the stories are true." These "stories"...these words that have taken life within me...me...the least of these...yet Jesus died for this least of these who shares her story...but it wasn't the least He could do...it was the "MOST" He could do...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9moCqVAF2ak" width="320" youtube-src-id="9moCqVAF2ak"></iframe></div><br /><p>TODAY'S FORECAST...Is it the least...or the most I could do?</p><p>lyp</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-52637275798693445772020-11-17T18:03:00.004-07:002020-11-17T21:48:53.058-07:00Ode to Joy...Ode to Deb...<p> I sit here and see I have started a few blogs and have not finished...but today...today I watch a video of "a celebration of life"...and sad that I am not there in person but my heart is there...I receive a text from Denise this morning and so glad she and her beautiful voice could be there...</p><p>Debbie Boomer Autry...Eva and Earl's beautiful daughter...wife and adored by Kelly...mama to Trent, Kimbra, and Whitney...grandmother to Zoe and Morgan...but to me...my beautiful friend who could make me laugh so hard...Blessed to know this part of this woman...my mind flashes so many memories friend...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOWXScsoSHoOEzYYputvKzX-7P0-MaOfFGxhnHOzFXUpFr0ukLzVWJZzpLme2s0vjNySikL6VOlITrUs8w7VJaT3-Y6SFyZJb_WiTP9_nHc4lWvJfwk8rdOrKtP7IAespTRrCaEJUF_Lk/s2048/debvegas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1356" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOWXScsoSHoOEzYYputvKzX-7P0-MaOfFGxhnHOzFXUpFr0ukLzVWJZzpLme2s0vjNySikL6VOlITrUs8w7VJaT3-Y6SFyZJb_WiTP9_nHc4lWvJfwk8rdOrKtP7IAespTRrCaEJUF_Lk/w424-h640/debvegas.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>I really not sure when I first met Deb? I think PTA and Fun Friday's and going through life raising our kids...but then there comes a time you just connect. It was these moments that the friendship starts...and then just like that...a forever friend...</p><p>My life highlight reel of Debbie is full. Full of laughter, tears, memories...Some pictures I have captured but many just there in my heart. A favorite was my daughter and I sitting next to her and Kimbra at Sonic...and Debbie with that accent trying to order extra ICE...you know for her Dr. Pepper. And she is spelling it through the speaker with the other end trying to understand and Debbie getting frustrated. Heather and I laughing so hard as she says, "ICE, I-C-E"...if you have heard her say it...you know what I am saying. And I still just start laughing as I hear her saying it...and then can hear her say, "Ya'll are bein ugly!" <br /></p><p>Her "twin brother" my husband another story in and of itself...regarding Olive Garden...dry salmon...a manager coming to check on it only to go to another table and so Deb in her southern voice calling the manager over letting her know it was in fact her salmon that was "dryyyyy". And she getting a complimentary meal and so Tim starts saying well what about his. I jokingly tell the manager that they were twins separated at birth...which then the manager believes...and so Deb keeping that straight face just goes with it with a story to tell. Her eyes twinkling and I of course as usual just laughing uncontrollably.</p><p>Her and Denise and I became special friends...I remember a Crowley County days they decide I should run for school board and begin my campaign throwing pennies from the car...my side still hurts from laughing...and with those two on your side...well I made the school board...Mr. Earl sightings...We three the "honky-tonk angels"...I more of the audience laugh track as I didn't wear my bow...watching on as we go to the Alamo Bowl and those two convince someone that they are singing during the Bowl game. Of Debbie finding a name tag on that trip in which she became "Jane" our tour guide! Oh one could just wind a little and watch her go. Many special Friday nights...nights taken for granted that we would be going out to eat or running a concession stand...One of Deb's favorite places...Felisa's...and I find one of the three of us together...a little foggy but the three of us together...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzujtk4jgm6SEFnz7x3NEIZYHihOE6dAhDjMchl4RDtbd9gyOGRuV1DgBJeLcz1c-UNMmL_As1B3wGJT41mV1XpKejyS-sEgFivj8mahLRlU7fL3TSX1AO-jkoPt2ZAfDt6pppxGPdyheT/s960/945914_644419846827_860152364_n-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzujtk4jgm6SEFnz7x3NEIZYHihOE6dAhDjMchl4RDtbd9gyOGRuV1DgBJeLcz1c-UNMmL_As1B3wGJT41mV1XpKejyS-sEgFivj8mahLRlU7fL3TSX1AO-jkoPt2ZAfDt6pppxGPdyheT/s320/945914_644419846827_860152364_n-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>We shared lots of laughter...but also other moments...raising children...weddings...loss of parents...and so much more...Probably a favorite memory was Whitney's wedding in Vegas...I was asked to take pics of before and after wedding...I put together a video...inspired by when we were watching the water fountain. A fun and happy time...and I say to her family...remember these...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/26EwB41u3jo" width="320" youtube-src-id="26EwB41u3jo"></iframe></div><br /><p>The last time I remember talking to Debbie...we talked of where we were in our lives. Laughing about there being tents available in Denver and we could be neighbors...I laughing thinking that a homeless community would never be the same with her organizing and motivating everyone...and then a message from Kimbra...to pray and what was going on with her mom...then texting Deb only to get a reply from Kelly saying our girl is sick. But thinking oh Deb...she always so tough...so alive...she will be better soon! And then the call...the call that you don't want to get...the call that says she is gone and how you do not know what words to give as comfort because you are hurting yourself...and the tears still fall as I still find it hard to believe...oh my beautiful friend...I so thankful for your friendship.</p><p>I often get sights...pictures that remind me of someone...someone who has left...the day after finding of Debbie's passing...I was following my husband to the mechanic...we were traveling slow. We came by some water that has some amazing views...and the fog was beginning to build and so I held up my phone and clicked...dirty window and all...yet this picture and the fog reminded me of we do not know what lies ahead...and though there is darkness and out of focus...there is more...there is blue skies and because of Jesus...a place called Heaven...and so I came across this verse...that I know my friend has conquered...and the words to "In Christ Alone" I include...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgALjpojyOZb_mPCwZaAOT8HrcggjVGHVFVDhrDN-d6G3IYkILbja7DS3JjDRdkwPP6Z7e53ly7mT89uE74qj3iubI3Wwtf_hP4ZsUM6xekChV2HShu7g15_22ceWLKFDs-oDPblX7oywD4/s1832/20201110_092834.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="925" data-original-width="1832" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgALjpojyOZb_mPCwZaAOT8HrcggjVGHVFVDhrDN-d6G3IYkILbja7DS3JjDRdkwPP6Z7e53ly7mT89uE74qj3iubI3Wwtf_hP4ZsUM6xekChV2HShu7g15_22ceWLKFDs-oDPblX7oywD4/w640-h325/20201110_092834.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>As I was in the shower this morning...this song came to mind...an older song...but we might be a little older...but I think that we share a faith...a love for Jesus...and so I know I will see this beautiful friend again. I picture her in Heaven...singing away...and I think...friends are friends forever if the Lord's the Lord of them...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KR8_-_04EEQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="KR8_-_04EEQ"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>So I will see you later my friend...and to your family...I love you all so much and my heart is with you...may you have many moments of laughter...love and prayers...love you my friend! lyp</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-91572137125283679882020-05-16T22:03:00.000-06:002020-05-16T22:03:25.063-06:00Not goodbye...but see you later Dean...<br />
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There was to be a celebration of your life today and hard to believe that so much has happened in the short time ago that you went to be with Jesus…and I think of your story. What a story! I have heard of becoming a new creation and know it is so…but I seen quite the amazing transformation in you…I seen relationships healed, bonds grown stronger, and you—you changed. I have scattered verses throughout my Bible that I have written your name…<o:p></o:p></div>
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My last memory of you was the day we moved your folks to come live with us and you came to check it out…and how we got a group picture of all...you next to your sister and the friendship that you two were given…and thinking of you coming and talking to the other Penni and I…and you putting your arm around us and saying my “Pennies”…and little did I know that we would have to let you both go…and though you were struggling…you posed with the group for the picture…a moment captured in time of a season gone by...</div>
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<o:p> </o:p>It was at that time…I thought that I might not get to see you on this side again…but knowing in my heart that I would see you on the other side…and one of my favorite verses came up and I thought of you…and the journey you took. I snapped a picture on the day you passed of the sunset…I was going to pick up my granddaughter and had not made the travels with your family as they tried to get to you but you decided to go on your own time…or actually God’s time…but I must say this moment when I was driving on that day…I could feel your peace. I added to this picture the verse from Luke 1:79 as it seems so fitting of those last days...</div>
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This morning I given a word...I am not sure why I receive these words though often I figure out...sometimes just to ponder. But this word--Aspiration. Now I do not really use this word and not completely certain of the definition which also gives me something to ponder...and so I look it up. </div>
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Both of these seem to hit. The first as I think of my purpose...I had listened to a man confined to a hospital room with no one to talk to him...and God sent a cleaner...this man had an accent it seemed Irish. Anyway he gave a testimony and how his life was touched by the man who cleaned the rooms. I think of how we don't have to touch every life...but if we just touch one life...that a hope...an ambition if you will. Which brings the next definition of drawing breath...drawing breath...and perhaps it should be with each breath we draw...may we achieve something. Sometimes it may just be doing that daily thing you do...yet it is achievement.</div>
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I had read in Jesus Calling by Sarah Young this morning of: "I have planted Peace in the garden of your heart, where I live; but there are weeds growing there too: pride, worry, selfishness, unbelief. I am the Gardener, and I am working in various ways. When you sit quietly with Me, I shine the Light of My Presence directly into your heart. In this heavenly Light, Peace grows abundantly and weeds shrivel up. I also send trials into your life. When you trust Me in the midst of trouble, Peace flourishes and weeds die away."</div>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><i>Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but things which are not seen are eternal. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18</i></span></div>
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This written by Paul and I had read something this morning of Paul who was quarantined...and yet how many people he reached talking of Jesus...his "letters" are cherished writings in the Bible...he did not have the social media platforms we have today...yet he shared the love of Jesus and here I sit at my kitchen "table" reading his words of not losing heart. </div>
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And there are so many things before us that we are missing...longing for...and we are afraid because people can die and I know this is true. Yet in our life before this season...didn't we do things quite often from which we could die...death something we all will do...they say your chances are 1 in 1. And I do not try to make light of what is before us. However, I have watched people with cancer...and other battles for life...for breath...told they have days to live...who seem to live life with hmmm...aspiration...with each breath...with purpose...because they did not know when their last day would be. </div>
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And here we have been given opportunity to be close with those we love. We are allowed to continue to communicate in a way many of us usually do on our phones...computers...yet now we long for face to face...for hugs...for sharing a meal...and maybe the bigger question is are we thankful? Are we living as such that if this were the day...would we be ready? I came across an old sunrise picture from days gone by that I had added words and just spoke to me...</div>
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And so a new day...today that green grass had covered with white...but the storm has passed for now. I think of an old Jessie Coulter song (she married to Waylon Jennings...okay maybe you don't remember...) But it was storms never last do they baby...and this one of those storms...so hang on and keep your faith...love your people...and try not to worry...so with that said I say good night...and thanks for listening in to my rambles and taking a little bike ride...God bless you and keep you! lyp</div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I see two blue roses sitting on the table…the third is in
Limon…No greater LOVE…that verse seems to be everywhere over the internet…I
think of Jay…of laying down his life…of those words on his stone…John
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<em><span style="font-family: "cambria";"><span style="color: #4f81bd;">These things I have
spoken to you, that My joy may remain in you, and that<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: #4f81bd;">your joy may be full.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: #4f81bd;"> </span></span><span style="color: #4f81bd;">This is My commandment, that you love one
another as I have loved you.</span><span style="color: #4f81bd;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">GREATER LOVE HAS NO ONE THAN THIS, THAN TO
LAY DOWN ONE’S LIFE FOR HIS FRIENDS.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></b></span><span style="color: #4f81bd;">You
are my friends if you do whatever I command you.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: #4f81bd;"> </span></span><span style="color: #4f81bd;">No longer do I call you servants, for a
servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends,
for all things that I heard from My Father I have made known to you.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: #4f81bd;"> </span></span><span style="color: #4f81bd;">You did not choose Me, but I chose you and
appointed you that you should go and bear fruit, and that your fruit should
remain, that whatever you ask the Father in My name He may give you.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="color: #4f81bd;"> </span></span><span style="color: #4f81bd;">These things I command you, that you love one
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Wow there is a lot there and my mind thinks of blogging…I
think of the message here…of how we get caught up in the symbol...BUT do we
remember…I mean really remember?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those
that lay down their life…it was not for the glory when it comes down to it…but
for something bigger…something deeper…something that they might not even
completely understand…but that they were put in this time and place for a
purpose…to take a stand against that which is evil…against hate…yet how do we
remember them…do we come from the same place?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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given the “ultimate sacrifice” they say…yet if those who have gone on…believe
in the one who the verse was originally written…of Jesus…who laid down His life
for each of us so that this world is not our end…and that this portion ends
with a commandment that if we TRULY followed…this in which we are told to abide
in…John’s writings…John the disciple from the inner circle…<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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stopped at my folks graveside…Jim and Peg…putting flowers at their stone…Mom and Dad…Granny and Hoopee...and
there is their headstone amidst a dry barren area…and yet I tell my brother…they
lived many years without a lawn…and where they are now…I think there is green
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And while on this journey…I stop and see…the folks still
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">and then I continue on to my favorite
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">and it is here that I read again…No greater Love…</span></div>
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some beautiful blue roses…and I leave one there and think how those we love
much like those roses…only here for a while…but what is their story while they
are here…and this rose…was given the honor of remembering one of the heroes of
my story…one in my “inner circle”…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Jay William Sheridan…Jay Bird…who lay down
his life for another…would he have said that is what he wanted to do…probably
not…but as each of us are called to do daily…we are put in this place at this
time…for a purpose that we might not understand…or choose…but if given a job…to
do that job…”in the line of duty” they say…what is in our line of duty and it
comes down simply to one thing…Love one another…yet in place of that Love…we
(and I use “we” collectively as I know I point more fingers back at myself that
I point at another)…we choose to pick apart each other…we choose hate over love…and
I don’t seem to see a loophole of love one another IF…BUT I do read the next words
that follow and the section in John 15 of hate…says “They hated Me without a
cause.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do we really have a cause in
our hate…yet I believe we have a purpose and a cause in our LOVE…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And I bring two more blue roses with me…for my girls…these
are part of the memorial for me…those who are left behind in the “No greater love’s”…and
I am reminded that we are all left behind in one way or another…yet with the GREATER
LOVE of JESUS…the Capital “L” kind of LOVE…we will see them again…and later on
in John he says…that our sorrow will be turned to Joy…and so though we may
remember and we may feel sorrow…may we also feel JOY…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And so now I need to go before a little Firecracker wakes up…because
yes…she oozes Joy!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She a reminder of
her daddy for sure…and I got<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a few pics
of her and “Oppy” and I up at the ranch and I smile as she tries to touch her
nose with her tongue imitating the calves…and then just feeling the joy of the
ride…and yes she is part of the tribute to her daddy...a part of his legacy of love…and in LOVE may bring JOY to the ride…<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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I was on the road again on Wednesday...and stopped for a pitstop in Bennett...as I was getting ready to leave when a pickup pulled up and out climbed a guy who I took a double take as he made me think of Jay...and out of the other side a girl maybe a little older than the Firecracker...but close enough that I paused and wondered what kind of trouble those two might have got into...one I guess I will never know.<br />
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And I headed on down the road to pull into Limon, Colorado...those who know me...This town holds some very special people...but also a place where we said goodbye to my favorite son-in-law...and though his EOW was 3/9/11...it was a Wednesday...and traveling into town...I noticed the street was lined with a blue line flag...and I steal post and pic shared by the town...<br />
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The Limon Police Department would like to give a shout out to the Town Administration and Rich and Donna Metcalf at Pronghorn Country ACE for purchasing and Town Employees for displaying these Thin Blue Line flags! They are being flown on E Avenue and Main Street in honor of Officer Jay Sheridan's 7th Anniversary LODD.<br />
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Such a touching tribute and I also know that a fundraiser is in place with efforts to raise money for body armor for the Lincoln County Sheriff's office...<br />
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After a stop at the cemetery...I am back on the road...and go to the office...make a trade-off of hats and go in to do a little bit of work...I find out that a lifelong friend... Doris Ball...has passed...not completely surprised...but did not think she would go so quickly...damn that cancer...I had stopped to see her Friday in the hospital...the 7 year anniversary of her husband...on the "other side"... Curtis leaving us on a Wednesday as well...a week before Jay left us...and this morning while messaging with Jay's mom this song comes on by Colton Dixon...I had not heard it...but those who know me know often when I travel I will say see you on the other side...one of those phrases that takes on different meanings...<br />
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The other side...and at my kitchen table this morning had the visual of a red Rover game...and so many I love being called right over...only to be taken in loving arms...the loving arms of Jesus...of those gone on before...and I hear a story behind the song and it is a beautiful addition to...<br />
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And I think of some shared of choosing joy...and I think of wanting to take a find a frame for a picture I have that I want to take when I go back to Limon and join others as we stop and reflect on the life of Jay Sheridan.... pictures... I also wanted to see the Ball girls...but I head to find a frame at the Light House in LaJunta and walk in and there are those Ball girls...and after they leave I try to find a frame...after not seeing one I am told there are some in the back...we go back and the owner hands me one that she pulls off the shelf almost without thought or even being sure what it is...I had not told her what I wanted or what it for...but the frame handed me says No greater Love than to lay down your life for a friend...and tears and laughter come thinking what a God we have...<br />
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and here in the wee hours I seem to be able to ramble even on my phone...and the days begin to blur and getting later and I think about pictures...which do I pick...or will my eyes close first...and I think of Jaybird...of my friend Doris...and think of my friend...Doris' daughter talking of the circle being unbroken...and I listen to this song...<br />
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and I think of a picture Heather had shared...one I took of a Firecracker looking at her Daddy's stone and look at her and her daddy dancing and the words...three things...and she holding up three fingers...right there by the...three things will last forever faith, hope and love abide...but the greatest of these is LOVE...<br />
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There may be some who think that I speak too much on this...actually some think I speak too much period...of why do you want to remember so much... maybe because they loved so much and it is a part of me a story teller...to share this legacy of Love...and a verse that has become one of my life verses...from 2 John 1:6 says:<br />
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And I think of this life that we live and want others to know that this life matters...this life made a difference...my daughter has a wreath that hangs on her door...this season before spring...<br />
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I think how much she has changed...how life has changed...Yes she survived the first day...a little tired...but doing pretty awesome considering...and so I wonder what Fall will bring...cooler days...excitement...and I hear the words....cha...cha...changing...talking to a friend today and seemed to be a message...Embrace the season...okay perhaps that isn't entirely about school...and I read something from a special "soul sista"...and she wrote...Thank you for sharing Cheryl...</div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And the song comes on from Eric Church…Springsteen…and the
line that catches me every time…sometimes a melody sounds like a memory…music such a part of me and my family...and my
mind began to think of Micky…okay Mick…but my thoughts were of Micky (a younger
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">When younger…he was like my big brother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all looked up to him and listened to what
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joined forces…are you following me…My mom, Peggy, and Mick’s mom, Betty, were
sisters…and in our younger days…we spent some time together…good time...at
least when you are a kid or looking back…you remember the good times…or it
seems that is what I remember…not wanting to take the hard times with us…the
good memories are my melodies…a few pics from those good times...Mick, me, Tracy and down under Kelly...we were performing or something...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">When I think of Mick…the first thing I hear is his
laugh/giggle whatever it was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And when
you heard it you knew that his teasing was involved or something made him laugh
to his core…I remember lots of laughter with him…however, my memory involves
some anger eventually accompanied by laughter…the summer before my freshman
year in high school…I guess it would be 1975…and Mick and Tracy came to
Colorado in Mick’s sweet ride station wagon…it was cool we all thought…so that
is really what matters…though I don’t remember exactly the year and make…I can
still see that car…but anyway when it came time for them to return to Tucson…we
convinced my mom I should go…WHAT WAS SHE THINKING!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I think that of our parent’s…they really
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seems.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember windows
down…laughing…I am sure the music blasting…Mick driving us…Tracy…being Tracy…and
then Trace seems to have the idea to take Mick’s hat…when he grabs…Mick begins
going after Tracy…yes this is while we are driving…my mind pictures mountain
area…me in shotgun…Tracy was in the middle seat…but in trying to get in the
back so Mick can’t reach him while driving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Mick thinking his hat blew out which it did but I think it came back in
the window but he not knowing and so he was not happy…and next thing I know…Tracy
hopping over seats to avoid Mick’s wrath…and there he is out the back window of
the station wagon standing on the bumper…wind blowing…and I am thinking we are
going to die (or at least Tracy)…but we all seem to be laughing at least in my
mind’s story…did we stop…oh no…Mick just told him to get back in…so Tracy
climbs in and seems like he came up with the hat…and our adventure continued…and
maybe one of those stories you had to be there…but the point I guess being…I
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Upon getting to Tucson…a good HOT summer…I remember meeting
Mick’s next door neighbor…Jeannie Scofield…we all spent a lot of time
together…and then I remember Mick came to Colorado…driving truck with Uncle
Glen and Randy…I remember Jeannie came up…don’t remember how she got there but
Mick knew she was coming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her and I had
been hanging out and so it was late when the truck pulled in…I can still
remember her hiding behind a chair in Grandma Bessie’s house and me telling Mick she wasn’t there…his face as he searched the house I can still see…and
then finding her behind the chair…and tears still come to my eyes when I
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and Preston staying with us for a short time while at the dairy…and then as
time does and raising families…it seemed we went a long time not really seeing
each other…just getting on with the business of life I guess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think I remember a basketball game in
Ordway where Preston was playing ball…we seen each other…a time in Pueblo…not
many family gatherings…but seems like hardly any time at all for being so close
when younger…and you wonder why we go through these seasons of distance and
those that were so close are sometimes almost strangers to us…then sometimes we
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Sometimes connections come in unusual ways…I ended up
connecting with Mick’s son, Jared and his wife, Lanita, by way of facebook.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A way of connection in these days I guess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anyway, in reconnecting through Lanita, I
got a chance to meet sweet McKenzie…Her name a part of her grandfather…as Mick
was after his…Grandpa Mick…family…and so I flash forward to Mick’s sister
Vonnie’s daughter Michelle’s wedding…(yes I love to see if you can keep up with
these connections…but I with my camera…this time in an official capacity…I
caught some pictures of dancing…One with Mick dancing with his mom…and I love
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granddaughter and daughter dancing nearby…and I love McKenzie’s expression as she
is not sure of it all…of the laughter of his son’s and their wives (Lori...I have more footage with your joyful dancing moves even if Preston wouldn't join you)…and
these…these are the memories we hold on to (though my videography needs some work)…and McKenzie…may
you always feel the love in that hug…I think of Mick staying with you...saying goodbye...and able to
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Hard to understand the why’s and wondering the what if’s…but
we each have our own story…our own path…and I take comfort that Mick had the
Grace of Jesus…and so I think about seeing him again…he is Home…Home where there
is no more pain or sorrow…and so this morning thinking I would stay in bed a
little longer…when it seemed to say…go look at the sunrise…and I think Mick’s
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thought of the Mercy Me song Even If…and I hoped that Mick would get more time
with his boys…with his grandchildren…with his family…but of all I wanted it to
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And with morning…the BB King song when Love Comes to Town
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Walt from the album Those we loved along the way…Mick with his boys…his
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family...my family…my aunt losing another son…a rule I think there should be that parents
get to go first…though I not in charge of the rules…of his siblings losing a
brother…of his son’s and grandchildren…and I know firsthand how it is not
having your folks with you…but you know…they still are…because though the other
fades…Faith, Hope, and Love abide…but the greatest of these is Love…and it
transcends…See you on the other side Mick!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-42788015721895218932016-12-10T22:13:00.001-07:002016-12-10T22:13:31.739-07:00Hats off to you..Denise...And today at my kitchen table...a little something different...one of my good friends, Denise, was graduating from Regis University and I was planning to go. Instead I decided to stay home with my sore throat and headache and think of her. So when I received a text that told me I could watch the graduation...yes I could be there right from my kitchen table...in my flannel pants and all! I got the link for the live feed and then a pic of the hat to look for. A hat specially designed by her daughter Jenn. I loved the hat! <br />
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I think of what an awesome woman she is and how proud I am of her...I remember the first time I noticed Denise...she walking down Main Street in Ordway on the way to the post office with such joy...then we ended up working next door...as our kids grew...so did our friendship...remembering Jennifer would come over to my office...sitting under my desk visiting with me of so many things...of Steve not very old dancing on the car...of getting a slide...of Mr. Earl...of Friday night dinners...her political career as mayor..of being there for the other when losing those special to us...sharing her awesome voice...and even though not living as close...still such an awesome friend. Today I am thinking of here another accomplishment graduating Summa Cum Laude. <br />
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I think of not too long ago...Denise taking on another job within her job and I was called as a reference. They asked her faults...I said well not sure if it is a fault...though she does take on a lot...but you know she seems to get it all done adding her MORE to it all (still blame it on the Dr. Pepper). I think of all the time and energy she put into this and a check off of something she has wanted to do for a while...she inspires me and I am thankful to call her friend.<br />
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lypUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-12131613202021020612016-11-13T23:26:00.000-07:002016-11-13T23:55:02.974-07:00Light...looking at the super moon...Tonight at my kitchen table I caught sight of the moon...I believe they are saying super moon...whichever the case...an amazing moon...I look it up and read at this link... <a href="http://www.latimes.com/science/sciencenow/la-sci-sn-2016-supermoon-20161111-story.html" target="_blank">Supermoon story</a><br />
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<span style="color: yellow;">"Supermoon” is a non-technical term for a moon that turns full at the same time it hits perigee — the point on its orbit when it is closest to Earth. The moon’s path around our planet is shaped more like an oval than a circle, so there are times when it is closer to us (perigee) and times when it is farther away."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><em><span class="text Luke-11-33"><sup class="versenum">33 </sup><span class="woj">“No one, when he has lit a lamp, puts it in a secret place or under a basket, but on a lampstand, that those who come in may see the light.</span> </span> <span class="text Luke-11-34" id="en-NKJV-25440"><sup class="versenum">34 </sup><span class="woj">The lamp of the body is the eye. Therefore, when your eye is good, your whole body also is full of light. But when your eye is bad, your body also is full of darkness.</span> </span> <span class="text Luke-11-35" id="en-NKJV-25441"><sup class="versenum">35 </sup><span class="woj">Therefore take heed that the light which is in you is not darkness.</span> </span> <span class="text Luke-11-36" id="en-NKJV-25442"><sup class="versenum">36 </sup><span class="woj">If then your whole body is full of light, having no part dark, the whole body will be full of light, as when the bright shining of a lamp gives you light.” Luke 11:33-36 NKJV</span></span></em></span><br />
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<em>There's a Miracle of Friendship that dwells within the heart,</em></div>
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I decide to look for a picture of this special lady...and know I have some somewhere...but for now I take one off of facebook...one of the places I have got to stay in touch with this special friend! So thank you Jennifer Walsh Porter for sharing...I love this pic...but cropped it up a bit...<br />
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So just wanted to say thank you Aunt Mary Lou for always sharing your heart to so many of us...you giving me a special connection to my mom...for being such a role model to me...You are in my thoughts and prayers always!<br />
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I search for songs on friends and one comes up that I know you will enjoy...of the most perfect Friendship...<br />
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And then this other comes up filled with hearts...and I think of you and mom...how even after she gone...a connection...a friendship...and no matter the distance between us...friends are friends forever...thank you for being one of those friends!! Love you lots my friend!!!<br />
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And there above John 15:13.. (a Veterans Day verse perhaps)...I read these words...fitting for the day...<br />
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Storyteller...that seems to be something that has been a theme perhaps for me as of late...I love stories...listening to...telling them...and when I take pictures they sometimes a story in themselves without saying a word. So when I was asked to take photos for a special person in my life...Michelle Petrie...I was honored to share in her story...this new chapter of her life...I think one of her joy chapters and definitely a LOVE chapter...<br />
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Michelle...the daughter of my cousin Vonnie...Vonnie the one instrumental in setting me up with my husband...Michelle the granddaughter of my mom's sister Betty...Yes we are family by blood...but I have been blessed to connect with Michelle on a complete different level...through music...through faith...our connection "underground" but connected all the same. I have had the privilege of getting to listen to some of her songs in progress...she taking some of my words and putting music and voice to them...music a part of her story...</div>
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She an amazing talent who has experienced some things in her life...moments that sometimes break one...but moments she captured through writing and singing of...storytelling...I feel God has been with her through this journey and though we connected initially through perhaps some sad chapters in our life...in time spent recently...it was as though the girl could not stop smiling. What was this difference? God brought a man called Jake into Michelle's life...and so on February 20, 2016, I was given the honor of capturing moments of real love and real life in the marriage of Michelle Petrie to Jake Seaton...and so at the Tapestry House in LaPorte, Colorado...I got to share in this real life...real love story...and a brick left behind as a memory of this day...<br />
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Michelle and Jake set up by special friends...husband and wife themselves...one performing the ceremony...and the other Maid of Honor...I loved of her talking of praying for Michelle...of in her prayers..."consider Jacob Seaton"...and of Jake's story of talking of their first meeting...and so I share one of the components of any wedding story...the kiss...but I love how these friends just seemed to reflect the joy that this couple seems to ooze...<br />
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Michelle asking if I would take pictures for her wedding...though honored...I do not think of myself a professional photographer...when asked by the coordinator if I was the photographer and I paused and thought well I guess I am (though I am thankful for the help of two amazing photographers Tonya and Jeff Rylant who helped me tell this story...sharing their gifts) but I see myself as one who loves just capturing moments of life...and due to equipment malfunction...not sure that the correct word as my camera fell off the bed...NO I did not knock it off purposely...but a whole other story in the fact that I was blessed in getting a new lens that made this experience even more fun...so I share a few of those moments...that grabbed my heart...a part of the story of Jake and Michelle...<br />
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A favorite song and a beautiful wedding song...Bless the Lord Oh my soul...oh my soul...<br />
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One that I loved and I seemed to keep playing with it until finally I ended up with this one...but also kept many different versions of this...Michelle saying she actually has a picture of her smelling the flowers as a little girl...and I pray that you always take that time to stop and smell the flowers...she just seemed to glow...<br />
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Michelle getting ready and a kiss on the cheek from two of her women in her life...her mom and her mom's mom...G-Betty...<br />
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Then I hope you don't mind me showing your tears Michelle...but a touching part that many did not get to experience...Michelle surrounded by many of the women in her life praying for her...and then her G-Betty prayed over her...and just an amazing touching moment...I think the room did not have any without a tear...Michelle and Jake many prayers over you...God is with you...This picture part of your story...of the real life...of the real love of those who love you and support you...<br />
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These moments...yes that is where a beauty deeper than the eye can see...the beauty of love...passed down through generations...and I think of beauty and just Michelle and I in the room when her dad walked in...he looked at her with such love and with a crack in his voice said, "you're beautiful"...and yes Randy she did glow...<br />
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And then a kiss on the forehead...a hard job for a dad to do...give his little girl away...<br />
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Moments...and before the wedding these two pull up with the flowers...Michelle's sister-in-law Kallie...chauffeuring one of my favorite peeps...my Aunt Betty...but lovingly called "G-Betty" by her grands...<br />
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And amongst the flowers delivered was Kelly's flowers...Kelly receiving his own place at the ceremony. Kelly, my cousin, Michelle's uncle in which is part of her story...one of her songs...one who we lost too soon but his love could be felt there...as we know he would have been there with that cool smile of his...<br />
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Probably one that just made me laugh...and the bride and groom as well...the grandmother's...when excused from their photo responsibilities proceed to walk off...right in front of the bride and groom...one of my favorite pics and one that is held extra special as Jake and his family have since had to say goodbye to such a special woman in their life...my Aunt Betty to such a special friend...But how can you not feel the joy...the love...the story it tells...<br />
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And so through some technical difficulties and procrastination on my part...I have some additional pics that just seem to be my faves...I know I have several to pick through...but I add a few of them...and for the sake of finishing this blog...I do not add so many other stories of this day but for now...<br />
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Following the wedding...everyone gathered together and while Jeff and Tonya took the view from above...I had the lower view...in it I caught Michelle's parents looking up...another favorite for some reason...It really doesn't seem that long ago...that I was standing beside Vonnie on her wedding day and Tim standing beside Randy...and you wonder where the time goes...<br />
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Which brings me back to the bride and groom and my favorite pic...one so intimate as I stood in the background during the communion portion of their vows...and the love and intensity of this moment took my breath away...not sure I captured it completely but this view...the picture of a thousand words...the look in Michelle's eyes and Jake solid beside her...An amazing love...with Faith as their Foundation...</div>
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I wonder what songs will come in the future...I caught Michelle singing this song off of my phone...an original written by Michelle and accompanied here by Tabitha Joy Campbell...Michelle's song Real Love is Real Life...a song honoring her grandparents who were not able to make it...but also a song Jake wanted her to sing and the words of this song have always captured me...and I think the thing in this video is if you watch Jake...he does not take his eyes off of Michelle...I think of how Jake has shared his smile and Michelle has shared her song...may you continue smiling and singing through the stories that await you.. I am excited to hear the songs that will come (I think Michelle will be singing soon in LaPorte...and I believe is continuing to work on her recordings). But for now...listen to this one...<br />
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I found a little carving that I gave the couple...Love......when each thinks they are the lucky one....and I really feel that each of these two think they are the lucky one...May God continue to bless this union to such an awesome couple!<br />
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Today I got an amazing call. You know one of those calls that you know that the Good LORD directed just for you. One in which I took it standing out in the beautiful sunlight of an amazing fall day...A call that though part of it was hard...someone you love calls to let you know that they are beginning Hospice...but it was a call I will cherish forever. We talked of the little things really being the big blessings...of family bonds...of what an awesome God we love...of writing our stories...of old souls...of purpose...mine...hers...of love...of life and death...how one when told they have something such as cancer...lives with the thought we don't have much longer...when really none of us really know...and as we spoke I watched a dragonfly dance...and it was a reminder to hold on to times as these...to listen...<br />
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Yesterday I had the song People get ready there's a train a coming...and I come across this song...and it makes me think more of our conversation today...of one who is ready to go...but perhaps it not her time just yet...I always wonder...what is it that is unfinished...PURPOSE comes to mind again. I think of losing some of my people...Dad and Grandma...slowly with time for conversations...Mom and Jay without much notice...The thing of life is...we don't know when our season will end and winter will come...but it comes...<br />
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<em>Seek...Oh little child...why do you make it so difficult? Why must you go kicking and screaming instead of with skipping and awaited anticipation knowing the best is yet to come...the Best ultimately being our heavenly Home. This Jesus of Nazareth--He came for me...for me and sinners just like me...He abounding in Grace--filling me with a Love beyond compare.</em></div>
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Our conversation had went of those that we have loved and lost...of those we love that are near and dear to us...of generations before and generations after...and I come across a picture from a recent time at the ranch...a reminder of all of the seasons all in one...the color of fall...the green of life of spring and summer...and then those trees that have died...all aware that winter is coming. I think of how sometimes though we have not left this earth...we can live as though not living...and I think let me be color and light even while dying...let me choose life while I live...</div>
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<em>Solace companionships filters and relays a Light that permeates my very existence deep within the soul that can't always be seen from the exterior but it is there all the same. Unpronounced as if a small flicker of an ember awaiting to catch a fire that the glow will ultimately give Light to another...but for now it simmers...</em></div>
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And the word here...Solace...where did that come from but when I look it up it says "comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness"...and I think how it fit today...a prayer for not only this woman I love who seems to have a Peace (the Philippians 4:7 kind of peace...the kind that passeth all understanding...the kind that keeps our hearts and minds through Christ Jesus kind of peace)...for others who seek comfort and consolation...for others whose paths I crossed today hoping to give a little light to them as they gave to me...</div>
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Now here it is July 2016 and I get a text from my BFSB...that would be Sheryl Chisman Saine...telling me<em>..."Hi HP! I just wanted to let you know that my dad passed away this morning. We were planning on bringing him home today but God took him home!."</em><br />
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There are those that are a part of your life and then there are those who impact your life and you are forever changed just because you knew them. Paul was one of those people to me. I had shared that once in Sunday School...Paul said you may be the only Bible some people ever read...he talked of how at work....he a cement truck driver...that some would give him a hard time of his faith...though he really not one to preach...you knew that he believed in Jesus. But he talked of how some of those same ones when faced with hard times...would want to know about his Jesus...I steal a picture of Emily's...Shane and I talking of this being one of my memories of Paul...<br />
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Paul was laughter and fun...I remember stock car races...one of our favorite memories...he and Fred Hardman racing the Chevy against the Ford on the 4th of July...and it was mentioned at his memorial...but I had thought I wonder if cars in Heaven...cause I bet Paul is ripping it up...<br />
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On my way to the memorial...going to what used to be home...Hanover...where I grew up...but on the way I get behind a cement truck and have to follow it...I smile thinking of it being a concrete truck as I on my way to join others who are celebrating the life of one truck driver....when I get up to pass it...yes Transit Mix and thinking I will take donuts as my desert...because one couldn't think of Dunkin Donuts and Paul not come to mind (and when I get to the service...a table loaded with Dunkin Donuts)...and there waiting on the light...another Transit Mix truck and so me running late (yes Randy I did listen closely about the whole margin thing...one to pray on). But as I headed out Hanover road...I taken back and can remember my mom saying well you probably won't drive slow so drive careful. Sometimes going faster than one should...but I wondered how many times Paul opened up on that old road...<br />
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And I get there with a few minutes to spare...hugs to some and then there is Carol. A second mom to me...she our cook at school...and I will never forget the hug and how she held on so tightly to me as I to her and I could feel her heart...her loss...her love. This woman who has lost an amazing part of her life tells me Paul loved you. As I think of this I think...yes I knew that. There are some in your life...you really never knew...but yes I knew Paul loved me and I loved him.<br />
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I see it is written and Paul suffered...and I believe much like my dad...he suffered until he thought his family was in a place...and that we could let go because we didn't want to see them in the pain they endured...and I think of these two men who are a part of who I am...<br />
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During the memorial first Sheryl's family spoke...Kendra holding a sweet little one who brought joy to his great grandpa and I think of Kendra probably being near that age she with her parents came to visit my dad in the hospital and Kendra hopping on the elevator...by herself...scaring us all...she not one worry and I see the woman she has become...a wife and mother and still seems pretty fearless as she took care of things helping out...of Kelsey giving her thank you. I heard stories of the special bond she and Paul shared with their cars...she just has that gentleness...I think of her mom...Randy speaking and playing piano...a man that Sheryl talked of reminding her of her dad...us laughing of how I had told her she needed someone to loosen her up for fun...and yes Randy you did. <br />
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Then Sheryl got up to speak and we had already shared this conversation but Paul had suffered for a while. He kept getting chances to "go home" but then would not be able to. The family had helped move Paul and Carol not too long ago from their Hanover home on Chisman Lane not far from where he grew up...a place where I had spent many a fun times...a place always welcome...I know a hard move for them to make. But then Sheryl said on Tuesday...they were told Paul is doing better he will get to go home on Friday. Carol told Paul the news that he would go home on Friday...and they said he lifted his arm and said Hallelujah...<br />
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And yes Paul did go "Home" on Friday...and one ponders...did he know the home they were meaning or did he know the Home he was thinking. Knowing Paul and his faith...that he knew Jesus was waiting for him...because he believed Jesus paid the price for him to live forever...I choose to believe Paul knew which Home...he had fought the good fight...<br />
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The gymnasium filled with friends from past...from present...family...as I walked in a woman helped me carry in my stuff...and she a friend of Yvonne's...I remember her last name...Yoder so I look and I see Cynthia Yoder...and she says she knew of me from facebook...hmmmm...glad she still spoke to me!<br />
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One of the deep breath moments was when the fire department gave honor to this honorary firemen...and with quite ceremony two firefighters carried the axes and then the flag and the presentation of the flag so honoring...the ringing of the bell...and then the hard one...the last call...and perhaps it is not only the loss of one but it triggers memories of others we have lost...but I was told that we remember them with the love...not the dark and the loss. And so I think on that...<br />
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As I am writing...Third Day sings Nothing Compares to the Greatness of knowing You Lord...and a dove flashes by my window...and a peace fills my soul! <br />
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I think back of the memorial...listening to Brenda's words read by Tony...Tony sharing his own words...Tony...And when I see him to give a hug...I call him Burt and he calls me Doris...and more memories come...and then Emily...I have got to know her as a grown woman via the social media...and love her...have loved watching her children grow...and some of her stories...I feel I have lived them somewhat...her Gunner makes me think of my Lance and speaking of there was one pic that I love of the guy...well he happens to be one of those that my camera wants to follow...but he riding down the hall the John Deere that his mom had received from Grandpa Paul and Grandma Carol...and I think of Emily sharing:<br />
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<em>"Trying to explain death to small children is difficult. After telling Tressie and Gunner that Great Grandpa had gone to Heaven, three-year-old Gunner became inquisitive. I explained to him that if he loves Jesus and has Jesus in his heart, one day he'll get to to Heaven and see Great Papa again. "Well I love Jesus and I want Jesus in my heart" was his response. If you want to see Grandpa again someday, that would be the greatest gift to him, if you'd love Jesus and have Jesus in your heart."</em></blockquote>
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And I wonder how I missed Emily and Tony and Randy...a little off of my game ;) but I loved getting to see my favorite brother and his bride...they no matter how long I see them...fill my heart with love...<br />
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And another long time friend...Mary Spencer...another part of my story...her daughter Nancy and Sheryl share the same birthday...making them much older than I! :)</div>
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As I walk through the halls of a school that seems familiar but far from the little school house I attended many years ago...there is a sign that seems very fitting of Paul Chisman...</div>
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I always like to look at what things are put together to represent a life...some beautiful momentums...the one probably catching me most the worn Holy Bible's...and love notes to Carol...and Carol and those who love...may you continue to get those love notes...when you see a sunrise...a butterfly...a sunset...or just a cool breeze gently kissing you on the cheek...know that Paul is HOME...I think of the song that played at the end...click here... <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6gSilpimpc" target="_blank">Far Side Banks of Jordan</a></div>
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And before I left Hanover...I journeyed down the road to see my uncle...who had been there but I hadn't got to talk to...and we talked of Paul...of other things...he and his dog...I know missing a friend...<br />
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Each of us grieving and giving respect to a special man each in our own way...seeing many faces from long ago...and I say see you later my friend...see you later!<br />
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And so you suppose there is a Chisman Lane in Heaven...Paul meeting up with those who have gone Home before him...and we will see you on the other side! <br />
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lypUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-6103973680831839492016-05-25T22:29:00.001-06:002016-05-25T22:31:47.865-06:00Moments of kindness...And so yesterday I got a copy of an e-mail from my daughter...a proud mama moment she said...and I went on to read that the Firecracker would be presented with a "Kindness award". I took it that it was voted on by the other kids...but it was a surprise to be presented at the assembly today. Her mom snuck to the assembly and said Izzy caught sight of her...turns out Izzy was told by a friend that she must be getting it because the parents show up...and I think about the parents showing up and how proud of my daughter I am...and wishing that another could be there and feel a part of him was there...<br />
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And though I missed getting to go watch...her mom caught a picture...and I think how she just keeps growing up on us...almost ready for the 2nd grade...and I wonder where the time does go.<br />
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But it was one of those moments that I must say a proud Ahma moment not only of my granddaughter but for her parents and all those that have shown this thing called...Kindness...one of those fruits...one never knows how our little ones are when they are not under our watch. I know she not perfect...though I still think a special gift to be chosen for a kindness award...just makes your heart smile. I think of how she makes me think of her mom...but then I see things of her dad. How I know he would be proud of her receiving such an award...as we all are. I love that they acknowledge kindness...and I look at my rocks that have the fruits of the spirit...and think something we could all work on...<br />
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There is a song by Tim McGraw and think that seemed to come to mind Humble and Kind...even if no one is keeping track...<br />
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But for now...just wanted to stop and say we love that Izzy Bell...and how she just brings special joy to us all. So good job Izzy Bell...Ahma is proud of you...<br />
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lyaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-13701458563054414442016-04-07T22:42:00.000-06:002016-04-08T14:13:11.395-06:00Hope...an anchor to the soulLately I have been reading different chapters of Scripture...and taking them verse by verse. Today I read Hebrews 6:19...<br />
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In my Bible by this verse is written Linda and Kelly...Linda being Linda Lyons...one of my first to feel like I got a sunset and a verse to go with it. Kelly being my cousin Kelly Hollis...And so I include Linda's sunset...and think of those who have gone on before us to be with our Lord...<br />
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Hope being an anchor to the soul...and I wrote earlier...sure and steadfast and I think does our soul need an anchor? Isn't our soul supposed to soar? And then later after I left my kitchen table...to my place of reflection...the shower!!! And I ask...what is it that we allow to anchor our souls? fear... hate...greed...jealousy...to name a few...<br />
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And with that I think HOPE...it is more an anchor like a hot air balloon...that allows us to be anchored yet still soar...and as I wrote this the song Crave was playing by King and Country...<br />
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After I had pondered this...I seen my cousin Kim had posted a picture on facebook...<br />
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And so without stealing I include her (Kimberly Adams the TequilaFairy) picture...I love this one and I tell her that I think taking pictures allows us to focus on what is good or beautiful in something and we can crop out that which takes away from the beauty that surrounds us. And she replies...It's the wistfulness of peace and calm...<br />
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And I think....HOPE...anchoring our soul in our faith...that there is Something bigger that one day there will be some Place better...behind the veil...and this thing Hope...anchors our souls...<br />
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Here is to HOPE...<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392119765957650100.post-53097072111287617902016-02-10T23:58:00.000-07:002016-02-11T00:08:29.787-07:00And another...Today Ash Wednesday...I never really knew of Ash Wednesday until 5 years ago...though Ash Wednesday does not come now that I don't stop and think of Jay...I always think anyone reading this knows immediately who Jay is. Jay Sheridan...loving referred to as my favorite son-in-law...a person whose life and death touched many...And one would like to think of Jay's loss of his life in the line of duty...doing the job he loved...was an unusual occurrence...though just today officer's killed in the line of duty...a few days ago...a Colorado officer had his life taken...and I look up ashes in the Bible...and I find this verse...a prayer for those who mourn...<br />
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My heart goes out to those who have lost...as I know the depth of pain of losing those we love...and it has seemed part of my story...to keep Jay's memory with us...today as I headed from the north to home...I stopped by the cemetery to drop off some flowers and a LOVE balloon...and after my walking through the snow...and I think how Jay would be laughing at me...how a siren goes off as a Limon police car drives by as I am out there as if to say I share with you...and as I look back when getting ready to leave...I snapped a pic on my phone...and this verse just seemed to go with it...with the day...<br />
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And I talk to Izzy before I got there and she talks of preparing her Valentine's for school...she so full of life and love...reflections of her daddy and her mom...and I stop and think how I wish she would have got more time with her dad...but she has no doubt that her daddy loved her...that is a precious gift in and of itself...LOVE...it is an unending gift that seems to transcend and stay with us...<br />
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I think of the verse...the foundation of faith...For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son...that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life...And I come back to Ash Wednesday the beginning of lent...a time to reflect on the life of Christ...40 days (excluding Sundays) until Easter...I read those who observe lent...use it for reflection...I have seen something on choosing a photo a day to reflect...I may try to do it just to reflect...<br />
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I think back of Jay and reflecting on his life as well...stopping to give thanks that I knew him...thanks that he was the daddy of my precious granddaughter...and as I look at another picture taken...I think of something that Heather left..."You have left my life...but you will never leave my heart."<br />
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And so on this Ash Wednesday I stop and reflect on my faith...but I also think of one who will also never leave our hearts. Jay bird...we LOVE you...and thank you for your service!<br />
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