Good a morning Everyone.
I am off in a bit to get Little Miss. she has been over two weeks without us. Papa is still iffy to drive so it will be me. Do you think she has forgotten who we are?
Much to do today and at some point I am going to have to figure out taxes. Ugh
Thanks for the prayers everyone.
She is still here, but not conscious for two days now. It has been a great ride, but it”s over.
I told you before that the first time I saw her, I wrote her name in my Bible.
Oh, Chas. Such a true and faithful love that we all have been privileged to be witness to even through this transitioning time of the first to heaven. You both are so precious to all here. The eyes of our hearts cry with yours through this final waiting. May God comfort you through.
Morning….praying over you and TSWITW this morning Chas…and amen Janice ♥️
Giving Lu her calm down pill with her breakfast this morning…she has her yearly vet appt along with a booster shot of some sort…this will help with her anxiety..and make it easier on our vet…
Good morning. I went out and got the game camera this morning. Seems I forgot to put the deal in to record pics. Oops. No fresh tracks so probably did not miss anything.
And a final post before I get to work. It’s a curious feeling to get up and discover your blog post has already been read by a lot of people Who knew the artist would like the post first?.
I meant to tell you this story. The girls, of course, are Adorables 10 and 8.
50 years ago today was the scariest day of my life up to that point. The date, February 9, 1971, is my personal “day that lives in infamy”. Michelle remembers it, I’m sure. (Maybe DJ, too, I’m not sure when she moved to California.)
It was the day of the Sylmar earthquake, centered in a corner of the San Fernando Valley and shaking all of LA hard. There hadn’t been any sizeable earthquake in LA since 1933.
I was 13 years old. My alarm had just gone off at 6:00 am and I was sitting on my bed trying to wake up when everything started shaking. I did not know what was going on. I feared the Soviets had dropped the bomb on us. I ran down the hall screaming “What is it?”, and my mom called out from her bed, “It’s an earthquake”. My dad, who’d fallen asleep in the living room, met me at the front door, unchained it, opened it, and pushed me outside, just before the shaking stopped. (These actions made sense only if, like us then, you have no knowledge of what not to do in an earthquake!)
School was cancelled that day, of course, and I spent much of the day with my next door buddy Gary, swapping our experiences of the morning and trying to understand what we were hearing on the radio about an endangered earthen dam that would flood much of the San Fernando Valley if it collapsed any further.
There was a lot of damage around LA, including freeway overpasses and a couple of hospitals, one of them brand-new, and dozens of people died. It led to a lot of advancement in understanding how earthquakes can affect buildings and improved building codes.
Aftershocks went on for months, so I was constantly anxious, had little appetite, and lost some weight from my already-skinny frame, but by summer I settled down.
I appreciated your post, michelle. It is a shame to make history boring; same with the bible.
Today it was sourdough pancakes with homemade lemon curd and blueberries we picked and had frozen. I find it amusing that one of my daughters would just love this and two think it is horrible. That is one of the inside jokes in our family.
There are so many of those inside jokes with those we love and know well. It is part of the grief when we lose them. So many prayers for Chas and family are going up.
I woke up to the windows above my bed shaking. I think we ran outside, but even down at the harbor of Los Angeles, it was over by the time we realized what was happening.
I was happy to have a few days off from school. I had to memorize a part for my English class play.
An interesting side note. My grandmother lived in Burbank, and always complained/fretted afterward that she was feeling many aftershocks.
No one else felt them, but she was totally unnerved and fearful.
My siblings and I spent a few days with her during Easter break, and I shared her double bed with her. It shook all night long–whenever one of us rolled over.
I reported this to my family, and my father bought her a new bed.
So, I have a surgery date. It isn’t until late March, but at least it is something.
Tomorrow, I need prayer. There will be a meeting with management and union about me again. I seem to be becoming a bit of a bone of contention during these stressful times and I don’t like it.
Interesting story Michelle. Many of you know that I used to watch Ancient Aliens. I loved all the history I learned from it–not so much that aliens visited in ancient time. My new favorite show comes on the Smithsonian Channel and is Secrets of the Ancient World. Recently they had a show on the copper mines of the Timna Valley and surmised that is where all of Solomon’s wealth came from. They have even had a show that proved Jonah lived and was in Nineveh. Another talked about an archeological dig that proved people lived in cities way before common history says. This one dates back to hunter/gatherer times yet it shows people lived in groups and somehow through the animal bones they surmise this was a large community. It really is interesting. The only problem is a use it to fall asleep so I don’t always get all the information. Sometimes it weaves it’s way into my dreams.
Late March sounded like a long time away until I realized it isn’t — it’s already into mid-february range.
Like all of this pandemic timeframe, I seldom can keep the months or days straight, time just goes by because everything in this environment feel so much the same.
I finally just read through the last four chapters of Deuteronomy yesterday and now have joined Joshua and company entering the promised land.
Ever since I read Exodus in AD COVID time, my brain has been meditating on the parallels between the “escape from Egypt” (representing our freedom from sin through Jesus’ death) and the Israelite’s entry into the promised land (would that, therefore, be life with God?).
This morning’s commentary in EW, Joshua 1:8:
For then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success: God’s Word so lived is a guarantee of Christian success. Not that it promises a life without problems, but it does insure a life able to deal with anything, because it takes full advantage of God’s presence and promises.
i. And Christian success is not measured by the same standards as the world’s success. Even if the world accounts us as sheep for the slaughter, we are actually more than conquerors through Him who loved us (Romans 8:36-37).
Okay, returning to my attempts to follow the parallel . . . . What counts for success for us? Are we more than conquerors in that we are no longer slaves to sin?
Michelle’s QoD:
My personal vision of success as a Christian: Jeremiah 45:5
More generally Hebrews 12 and 13 and Paul’s summation of his success in II Timothy 4:6-7.
The portions of Hebrews 12 and 13 I had in mind:
“Therefore, since we also have such a large cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us lay aside every weight and the sin that so easily ensnares us. Let us run with endurance the race that lies before us, 2 keeping our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that lay before Him endured a cross and despised the shame and has sat down at the right hand of God’s throne.
“For consider Him who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, so that you won’t grow weary and lose heart. In struggling against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood. And you have forgotten the exhortation that addresses you as sons:
“‘My son, do not take the Lord’s discipline lightly
or faint when you are reproved by Him,
for the Lord disciplines the one He loves
and punishes every son He receives.’
“Endure suffering as discipline: God is dealing with you as sons. For what son is there that a father does not discipline? But if you are without discipline—which all receive—then you are illegitimate children and not sons…
“Therefore strengthen your tired hands and weakened knees, and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be dislocated but healed instead.
“Pursue peace with everyone, and holiness—without it no one will see the Lord. Make sure that no one falls short of the grace of God and that no root of bitterness springs up, causing trouble and by it, defiling many. And make sure that there isn’t any immoral or irreverent person like Esau, who sold his birthright in exchange for one meal…
“Let brotherly love continue. Don’t neglect to show hospitality, for by doing this some have welcomed angels as guests without knowing it. Remember the prisoners, as though you were in prison with them, and the mistreated, as though you yourselves were suffering bodily. Marriage must be respected by all, and the marriage bed kept undefiled, because God will judge immoral people and adulterers. Your life should be free from the love of money. Be satisfied with what you have, for He Himself has said, I will never leave you or forsake you. Therefore, we may boldly say:
“‘The Lord is my helper;
I will not be afraid.
What can man do to me?’
“Remember your leaders who have spoken God’s word to you. As you carefully observe the outcome of their lives, imitate their faith. Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever. Don’t be led astray by various kinds of strange teachings…
“For the bodies of those animals whose blood is brought into the most holy place by the high priest as a sin offering are burned outside the camp. Therefore Jesus also suffered outside the gate, so that He might sanctify the people by His own blood. Let us then go to Him outside the camp, bearing His disgrace. For we do not have an enduring city here; instead, we seek the one to come. Therefore, through Him let us continually offer up to God a sacrifice of praise, that is, the fruit of our lips that confess His name. Don’t neglect to do what is good and to share, for God is pleased with such sacrifices…”
May we all be able to say with Paul:
“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. There is reserved for me in the future the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me on that day, and not only to me, but to all those who have loved His appearing.”
I still have the Bible I wrote Elvera’s name in, but it is in pencil and was 66 years ago. It is no longer discernible. But that doesn’t matter anymore.
But Chuck and others know about it if anyone cares.
I suspect they don’t.
Michelle, your “international” story, I followed that case with some concern and prayed for them occasionally. I’m very glad her daughter safely made it to adulthood–I would love to interview that daughter and hear her perspective on all of it–and I really hope that the case gets thrown out. Yes, technically she broke the law . . . sort of. Judges’ inappropriate interpretation of what was not law. It probably is right for her to turn herself in now, and it may also be her best chance to have a normal life rather than hiding the rest of her life. But she was her child’s mother, and she had no real choice but to do what she did, and hopefully with that child now an adult (and likely able and willing to testify that her mother’s choices were in her best interest), it will be seen as rather pointless to incarcerate a mother for acting in her own child’s best interest after that child is grown and the case thus moot.
We had five or six inches of snow last night, continuing the trend of quite a snowy year. (The two previous winters here, we had snow one time each winter, either in November or December, and other than that mostly just flurries. (We did have a light snowfall in March two years ago.) This year we have several snowfalls and some quite cold weather, and when it has snowed it has stayed on the ground for a good while–I don’t think we have had any time without snow on the ground between the last three snowfalls, which is a bit unusual this far south. And it may get down to zero in the next few days which, again, isn’t that common this far south.
Anyway, recently I have mostly stayed inside, which I tend to do in winter, but too much of that isn’t good for me. So this morning I went out for a walk, and ended up going on a second walk before I finished my first one (meaning that I walked to a totally separate location that usually is a second walk). I was out for more than three hours in 22 degrees or so and half a foot of snow, five miles of walking. Now if we do get zero, I’ll be OK since I got to stretch my legs for a bit and get a break.
I had to consult about something with my insurance guy today — he’s new, took over for my 30+year guy who passed away a couple years ago and we’ve never spoken personally. He’s maybe 30 years old, if that.
Anyway, he was looking up my house online and he says, “Is it the orange one?”
“It’s BRANDYWINE,” I (over) reacted.
Oh, sorry …
Sheesh.
My old insurance guy knew just about everyone who’d ever lived in this house through the years, steeped in the community.
I have a hymn book that belonged to my paternal grandfather. My grandmother left it to me, because I had played hymns for her the last time I saw her. I also have a nursing textbook that belonged to my maternal grandmother, who studied nursing before chronic health issues forced her to stop her studies. I also have a reader she used in high school. The penciled inscriptions are faint but still visible. Books inscribed by ancestors are heirlooms in our family.
Donna, the primary reason I’m keeping that particular Bible is that I used to preach out of it years ago. I never went into the ministry, but worked a lot with Campus Crusade for Christ. et.al.
I have a couple old Bibles, including one from an ancestor on my mom’s side of the family who was very involved in the (then) Methodist-Episcopal Church.
I think you should right it up, how you saw her and decided you would marry her, writing her name in your Bible. Fun story, a lesson on hope and trust. Good for the descendants. Tuck it in the book. God is faithful.
Mumsee @ 7:02
I will do that tomorrow. I already have the Bible out.
As I said, I have some notes about it but I think I will type out the story and replace the notes.
Thanx
Thankful to know you will do that tomorrow, Chas. I had asked my mother to write down some things, but I don’t think she ever did unless my brother has it and will not share with me which is entirely possible.
are you all saving 49 for me?
How sweet.
just got home from school.
with two days subbing, going out three nights in a row, and getting up at 5:30am for market, I’m tired.
a very nice birthday. Got to talk or get a video from each of my kids and ended up with someone giving me a car to use which means that I can go out at night.
Wandering Views 
The first shall be last and the last first.
Last last night, First this morning.
Have a wonderful day, Wanderers.
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Good a morning Everyone.
I am off in a bit to get Little Miss. she has been over two weeks without us. Papa is still iffy to drive so it will be me. Do you think she has forgotten who we are?
Much to do today and at some point I am going to have to figure out taxes. Ugh
Chas – thinking of you this morning.
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Thanks for the prayers everyone.
She is still here, but not conscious for two days now. It has been a great ride, but it”s over.
I told you before that the first time I saw her, I wrote her name in my Bible.
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Oh, Chas. Such a true and faithful love that we all have been privileged to be witness to even through this transitioning time of the first to heaven. You both are so precious to all here. The eyes of our hearts cry with yours through this final waiting. May God comfort you through.
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Morning….praying over you and TSWITW this morning Chas…and amen Janice ♥️
Giving Lu her calm down pill with her breakfast this morning…she has her yearly vet appt along with a booster shot of some sort…this will help with her anxiety..and make it easier on our vet…
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Good morning. I went out and got the game camera this morning. Seems I forgot to put the deal in to record pics. Oops. No fresh tracks so probably did not miss anything.
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Of course, we’re thinking of you/praying for you and your family this morning, Chas. xoxox
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Meanwhile, here’s an interesting international story via World: https://world.wng.org/2021/02/lisa_miller_mother_in_kidnapping_case_in_us_custody
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Kizzie left a message on FB saying she would be having emergency gallbladder surgery sometime today.
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And a final post before I get to work. It’s a curious feeling to get up and discover your blog post has already been read by a lot of people Who knew the artist would like the post first?.
I meant to tell you this story. The girls, of course, are Adorables 10 and 8.
https://www.michelleule.com/2021/02/09/historic-photos/
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50 years ago today was the scariest day of my life up to that point. The date, February 9, 1971, is my personal “day that lives in infamy”. Michelle remembers it, I’m sure. (Maybe DJ, too, I’m not sure when she moved to California.)
It was the day of the Sylmar earthquake, centered in a corner of the San Fernando Valley and shaking all of LA hard. There hadn’t been any sizeable earthquake in LA since 1933.
I was 13 years old. My alarm had just gone off at 6:00 am and I was sitting on my bed trying to wake up when everything started shaking. I did not know what was going on. I feared the Soviets had dropped the bomb on us. I ran down the hall screaming “What is it?”, and my mom called out from her bed, “It’s an earthquake”. My dad, who’d fallen asleep in the living room, met me at the front door, unchained it, opened it, and pushed me outside, just before the shaking stopped. (These actions made sense only if, like us then, you have no knowledge of what not to do in an earthquake!)
School was cancelled that day, of course, and I spent much of the day with my next door buddy Gary, swapping our experiences of the morning and trying to understand what we were hearing on the radio about an endangered earthen dam that would flood much of the San Fernando Valley if it collapsed any further.
There was a lot of damage around LA, including freeway overpasses and a couple of hospitals, one of them brand-new, and dozens of people died. It led to a lot of advancement in understanding how earthquakes can affect buildings and improved building codes.
Aftershocks went on for months, so I was constantly anxious, had little appetite, and lost some weight from my already-skinny frame, but by summer I settled down.
https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2021-02-09/50-years-ago-1971-sylmar-earthquake-shook-la
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Chas, does TSWITW have beautiful penmanship?
My mom did, she was lefthanded. My dad does not. I take after my dad.
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I appreciated your post, michelle. It is a shame to make history boring; same with the bible.
Today it was sourdough pancakes with homemade lemon curd and blueberries we picked and had frozen. I find it amusing that one of my daughters would just love this and two think it is horrible. That is one of the inside jokes in our family.
There are so many of those inside jokes with those we love and know well. It is part of the grief when we lose them. So many prayers for Chas and family are going up.
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Even I can’t make up this stuff:
https://breakpoint.org/ancient-purple-threads-discovered-in-israel-confirm-biblical-history/
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I woke up to the windows above my bed shaking. I think we ran outside, but even down at the harbor of Los Angeles, it was over by the time we realized what was happening.
I was happy to have a few days off from school. I had to memorize a part for my English class play.
An interesting side note. My grandmother lived in Burbank, and always complained/fretted afterward that she was feeling many aftershocks.
No one else felt them, but she was totally unnerved and fearful.
My siblings and I spent a few days with her during Easter break, and I shared her double bed with her. It shook all night long–whenever one of us rolled over.
I reported this to my family, and my father bought her a new bed.
Miraculously, the aftershocks disappeared! 🙂
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So, I have a surgery date. It isn’t until late March, but at least it is something.
Tomorrow, I need prayer. There will be a meeting with management and union about me again. I seem to be becoming a bit of a bone of contention during these stressful times and I don’t like it.
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Does G stand for Gestapo?
https://ministrywatch.com/lgbtq-community-organize-petition-against-max-lucado-preaching-at-washington-national-cathedral/
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Interesting story Michelle. Many of you know that I used to watch Ancient Aliens. I loved all the history I learned from it–not so much that aliens visited in ancient time. My new favorite show comes on the Smithsonian Channel and is Secrets of the Ancient World. Recently they had a show on the copper mines of the Timna Valley and surmised that is where all of Solomon’s wealth came from. They have even had a show that proved Jonah lived and was in Nineveh. Another talked about an archeological dig that proved people lived in cities way before common history says. This one dates back to hunter/gatherer times yet it shows people lived in groups and somehow through the animal bones they surmise this was a large community. It really is interesting. The only problem is a use it to fall asleep so I don’t always get all the information. Sometimes it weaves it’s way into my dreams.
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I want to know if Chas still has that Bible.
Yep, I surely do remember that earthquake, though our area (near LAX) didn’t get the brunt of it.
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Late March sounded like a long time away until I realized it isn’t — it’s already into mid-february range.
Like all of this pandemic timeframe, I seldom can keep the months or days straight, time just goes by because everything in this environment feel so much the same.
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I finally just read through the last four chapters of Deuteronomy yesterday and now have joined Joshua and company entering the promised land.
Ever since I read Exodus in AD COVID time, my brain has been meditating on the parallels between the “escape from Egypt” (representing our freedom from sin through Jesus’ death) and the Israelite’s entry into the promised land (would that, therefore, be life with God?).
This morning’s commentary in EW, Joshua 1:8:
For then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success: God’s Word so lived is a guarantee of Christian success. Not that it promises a life without problems, but it does insure a life able to deal with anything, because it takes full advantage of God’s presence and promises.
i. And Christian success is not measured by the same standards as the world’s success. Even if the world accounts us as sheep for the slaughter, we are actually more than conquerors through Him who loved us (Romans 8:36-37).
Okay, returning to my attempts to follow the parallel . . . . What counts for success for us? Are we more than conquerors in that we are no longer slaves to sin?
Hey! A QOD!
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We’ve had a spritz of rain on this cloudy day. I can barely recognize the sound anymore
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Michelle’s QoD:
My personal vision of success as a Christian: Jeremiah 45:5
More generally Hebrews 12 and 13 and Paul’s summation of his success in II Timothy 4:6-7.
The portions of Hebrews 12 and 13 I had in mind:
“Therefore, since we also have such a large cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us lay aside every weight and the sin that so easily ensnares us. Let us run with endurance the race that lies before us, 2 keeping our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that lay before Him endured a cross and despised the shame and has sat down at the right hand of God’s throne.
“For consider Him who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, so that you won’t grow weary and lose heart. In struggling against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood. And you have forgotten the exhortation that addresses you as sons:
“‘My son, do not take the Lord’s discipline lightly
or faint when you are reproved by Him,
for the Lord disciplines the one He loves
and punishes every son He receives.’
“Endure suffering as discipline: God is dealing with you as sons. For what son is there that a father does not discipline? But if you are without discipline—which all receive—then you are illegitimate children and not sons…
“Therefore strengthen your tired hands and weakened knees, and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be dislocated but healed instead.
“Pursue peace with everyone, and holiness—without it no one will see the Lord. Make sure that no one falls short of the grace of God and that no root of bitterness springs up, causing trouble and by it, defiling many. And make sure that there isn’t any immoral or irreverent person like Esau, who sold his birthright in exchange for one meal…
“Let brotherly love continue. Don’t neglect to show hospitality, for by doing this some have welcomed angels as guests without knowing it. Remember the prisoners, as though you were in prison with them, and the mistreated, as though you yourselves were suffering bodily. Marriage must be respected by all, and the marriage bed kept undefiled, because God will judge immoral people and adulterers. Your life should be free from the love of money. Be satisfied with what you have, for He Himself has said, I will never leave you or forsake you. Therefore, we may boldly say:
“‘The Lord is my helper;
I will not be afraid.
What can man do to me?’
“Remember your leaders who have spoken God’s word to you. As you carefully observe the outcome of their lives, imitate their faith. Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever. Don’t be led astray by various kinds of strange teachings…
“For the bodies of those animals whose blood is brought into the most holy place by the high priest as a sin offering are burned outside the camp. Therefore Jesus also suffered outside the gate, so that He might sanctify the people by His own blood. Let us then go to Him outside the camp, bearing His disgrace. For we do not have an enduring city here; instead, we seek the one to come. Therefore, through Him let us continually offer up to God a sacrifice of praise, that is, the fruit of our lips that confess His name. Don’t neglect to do what is good and to share, for God is pleased with such sacrifices…”
May we all be able to say with Paul:
“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. There is reserved for me in the future the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me on that day, and not only to me, but to all those who have loved His appearing.”
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I have suggested a solution to the union. Pray management is willing to accept it.
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Yep. Already prayed for management. What’s the references on the second to last text? (Asks the lazy Michelle).
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I still have the Bible I wrote Elvera’s name in, but it is in pencil and was 66 years ago. It is no longer discernible. But that doesn’t matter anymore.
But Chuck and others know about it if anyone cares.
I suspect they don’t.
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Michelle the second to last is Hebrews 13:11-16.
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Chas, they do. As will some grandchildren and greatgrandchildren.
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QOD: to know God and to be known by Him. John 17:3 and I Corinthians 8:3 among others.
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Michelle, your “international” story, I followed that case with some concern and prayed for them occasionally. I’m very glad her daughter safely made it to adulthood–I would love to interview that daughter and hear her perspective on all of it–and I really hope that the case gets thrown out. Yes, technically she broke the law . . . sort of. Judges’ inappropriate interpretation of what was not law. It probably is right for her to turn herself in now, and it may also be her best chance to have a normal life rather than hiding the rest of her life. But she was her child’s mother, and she had no real choice but to do what she did, and hopefully with that child now an adult (and likely able and willing to testify that her mother’s choices were in her best interest), it will be seen as rather pointless to incarcerate a mother for acting in her own child’s best interest after that child is grown and the case thus moot.
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We had five or six inches of snow last night, continuing the trend of quite a snowy year. (The two previous winters here, we had snow one time each winter, either in November or December, and other than that mostly just flurries. (We did have a light snowfall in March two years ago.) This year we have several snowfalls and some quite cold weather, and when it has snowed it has stayed on the ground for a good while–I don’t think we have had any time without snow on the ground between the last three snowfalls, which is a bit unusual this far south. And it may get down to zero in the next few days which, again, isn’t that common this far south.
Anyway, recently I have mostly stayed inside, which I tend to do in winter, but too much of that isn’t good for me. So this morning I went out for a walk, and ended up going on a second walk before I finished my first one (meaning that I walked to a totally separate location that usually is a second walk). I was out for more than three hours in 22 degrees or so and half a foot of snow, five miles of walking. Now if we do get zero, I’ll be OK since I got to stretch my legs for a bit and get a break.
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Chas, that Bible will be passed on through the generations. I’m sure some of the penciled inscription can still be seen 🙂 I’m glad you kept it.
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Here’s one for Kim.
I had to consult about something with my insurance guy today — he’s new, took over for my 30+year guy who passed away a couple years ago and we’ve never spoken personally. He’s maybe 30 years old, if that.
Anyway, he was looking up my house online and he says, “Is it the orange one?”
“It’s BRANDYWINE,” I (over) reacted.
Oh, sorry …
Sheesh.
My old insurance guy knew just about everyone who’d ever lived in this house through the years, steeped in the community.
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I have a hymn book that belonged to my paternal grandfather. My grandmother left it to me, because I had played hymns for her the last time I saw her. I also have a nursing textbook that belonged to my maternal grandmother, who studied nursing before chronic health issues forced her to stop her studies. I also have a reader she used in high school. The penciled inscriptions are faint but still visible. Books inscribed by ancestors are heirlooms in our family.
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Donna, the primary reason I’m keeping that particular Bible is that I used to preach out of it years ago. I never went into the ministry, but worked a lot with Campus Crusade for Christ. et.al.
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Scan it and enhance the contrast. That’s the way to “save” it.
At the least, take a photo.
#Genealogistadvice
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And tuck a note inside
I have a couple old Bibles, including one from an ancestor on my mom’s side of the family who was very involved in the (then) Methodist-Episcopal Church.
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Chas, does it have your notes in it?
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Mumsee. NO
I kept lots of notes, but other than marking and underlining, I don’t put them in my bibles.
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I think you should right it up, how you saw her and decided you would marry her, writing her name in your Bible. Fun story, a lesson on hope and trust. Good for the descendants. Tuck it in the book. God is faithful.
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Hi Jo. How was the hymn sing birthday?
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Mumsee @ 7:02
I will do that tomorrow. I already have the Bible out.
As I said, I have some notes about it but I think I will type out the story and replace the notes.
Thanx
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Thankful to know you will do that tomorrow, Chas. I had asked my mother to write down some things, but I don’t think she ever did unless my brother has it and will not share with me which is entirely possible.
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I have some of my mom’s old letters to and from her mom. Fun to read as they talk of the day to day happenings.
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From my sister: My Dad was taken to a hospice facility tonight. He is hallucinating. They are giving him pain meds to keep him comfortable.
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Peter, I’m sorry. May he get the best of care, and may you be able to rest.
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Prayers Peter.
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Cracked me up. 🙂
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are you all saving 49 for me?
How sweet.
just got home from school.
with two days subbing, going out three nights in a row, and getting up at 5:30am for market, I’m tired.
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a very nice birthday. Got to talk or get a video from each of my kids and ended up with someone giving me a car to use which means that I can go out at night.
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