Green Pastures

Trial and Anticipation

2011-12-16T16:51:00.000-08:00

In my last post I talked about the family calendar I worked for months on. I was excited to be taking it to the printer. I got a flash drive and thought I got it all on there, but, no such luck. Even more unfortunate, my computer died. Now I am computerless and having withdrawals. Thanks be to God for libraries.

On a positive note, I am hoping to start pursuing a part time job soon. Oh to be productive again. Without old Maxwell my computer, I am bored out of my gourd.

Family Calendar

2011-11-29T22:10:00.000-08:00

For months I have worked on making a family calendar. Now I've got the following year's almost done. Here is a beautiful photo my son Scott took and I am making it a Christmas theme for the calendar.

Zoo Tales

2011-11-27T20:37:00.000-08:00

Okay, I heard one more story. I'll tell you the story then call it a day.

A man is down on his luck, big time. He lost his job, ran out of unemployment, and just can't seem to get a break. A friend comes by and says, "Joe, I saw there is some sort of job opening at the zoo. Why don't you check it out."

Joe knows nothing about animals, but what the hey, it's a job.

During the interview, the zoo director says, "I'm sorry, that position has been filled, but I do have one more I think you might be perfect for."

"Oh, what is it," asked Joe.

"Well, we recently lost our Gorilla and he was our most popular exhibit. We are looking for someone to don a Gorilla suit and play Gorilla all day. The pay is good and it's a fun job."

"Well, I guess I could, sure."

The next morning Joe puts on the Gorilla suit and makes a few Gorilla noises, postures a bit, and swings from some vines. Each day he gets more rambunctious. The zoo has never seen such crowds around one exhibit. One day, Joe gets so carried away swinging on the vines that he flies right out of his area into the lion exhibit next door. The lion looks at him menacingly and begins to stalk him with an evil eye. Joe is scared spitless and backs away from the lion. Suddenly, the lion roars at Joe ferociously. Joe screams "Oh my God, help me, help me." The lion gets up close and mumbles in his ear, "Shut up stupid, or you'll get us both fired."

Shut up stupid or you'll
get us both fired

Time Flies, but You're Never Too Old

2011-11-27T20:21:00.000-08:00

I am looking at the calendar and seeing that it is the end of November. I don't remember agreeing to time flying so quickly. But, as I am a sheep, and He is the Shepherd, I guess He doesn't need my okay. Best make the best out of every day. I had a day with opportunities to be a light to others and I did.

On another note, I heard a story about an elderly couple who were engaged to married. Want to hear it? I thought so:

A 92 year old man named Jake has fallen in love with Bessie, who is 89 years young. He proposes and she accepts. This is the first time for both so they are very excited. One day Jake and Bessie visit their local pharmacy. Jake found the owner of the establishment and said "Sir, do you sell heart medication here?"
"Why, yes we do," said the owner.
"How about Arthritis and Alzheimer's medication?"
"Yes, we sell that too."
"And what about medicine for Parkinson's, and hemorrhoids, and high blood pressure?"
"Of course."
"Good. And how about wheelchairs, canes, walkers and reading glasses?"
"Sir, we sell all of those things and more."
"Good," said Jake. "Cause Bessie and I are getting married soon and we want to register here for our wedding gifts."

Sam

2011-11-26T10:22:00.000-08:00

All glory to God for Birthday Cake

A force to be reckoned with

Oh you're so delicious

2011-11-26T10:17:00.000-08:00

Suite 101 loved my article on Bible idioms so much they made it a feature article under the protestant category and asked me to do a series.

1. Bible Idioms Relate to Culture of the Day

2. Puzzling and Misunderstood Idioms in the Bible

3. Idiomatic Terms Jesus Used Against the Religious Leaders

Pretty is as pretty does

2011-11-20T13:58:00.000-08:00

Went to a banquet last night. People really dress up. I had the clothes, but I am pitiful when it comes to hair and make up. So my dear friend Peggy got out the old cosmetics and the hair this and the hair that and did a miracle. I got some comments. So, I am trying not to think, Man, do I look really bad all the time for it to make such a difference? No, I don't think I'll go there.

Menu was seasoned tri-tip, rosmeary over roasted potatoes, and ceasar salad with bits of salmon. I hope it's on the Lords banqueting table. Ymmm.

Fiction

2011-11-17T20:28:00.000-08:00

Trying my hand at fiction the last couple of days. Although people are enjoying it, I think it is quite substandard. Having said that, it's still fun and the only way you improve something is to keep on keepin on. It's not that the technical part of my writing is bad, I am good at describing and holding the plot throughout the chapters, and I would read it if I was someone else. But if I was someone else, I would catagorized it as something to read for fun. It is not a fun story, but it is enjoyable to read, as my commenters have said. I don't intend to go into a life of fiction, but it will be fun once in awhile.

Bible Study Madness

2011-11-15T12:15:00.000-08:00

This fall has been great for a variety of reasons. Beautiful weather, leaves, trees, crisp temps. It's also the time when the church blooms anew with activities and bible studies. So, I have been facilitating a BS since the summer time on Wed nights. Last week, a Monday morning BS started which I am also committed to called Living Above Worry and Stress. Monday night my good friend Linda is conducting a home study with just about 3 or 4 of us. It is a good one too, so I attend. Thursday at church is a study in Mark. But I have passed on that one. I decided to bow out of teaching the BS on Wed until after the holidays but really want to keep going. We are studying the Book of Acts. Oh my, exciting stuff. Plus it is followed by a prayer meeting which is much needed. I have an idea of which one I will cease with should I get burnt out. The thing is, there has been an incredible response to bible study and prayer meetings in the last several months. It warms my heart. I have hope for our little country church. Lord, I invite your Spirit to come fill us and lead us in the way we should go to glorify you.

Three Generations of Veterans: Thanks for Serving!!!

2011-11-11T08:48:00.000-08:00

Today is veterans day. Here is a brief photo and video tribute to the veterans in my life.

This photo always moves me.
My former mother-in-law is
presented with a flag in honor
of her veteran husband, who is
being laid to rest. RIP Norbert
Warkocki. Thanks for serving
our country in WWII

My father-in-law's flag draped casket and
the MIA/POW flag displayed. He was a war
hero who led an escape out of a concentration
camp.

My son, Kenneth M Warkocki II
who served as an army ranger and
served over in Panama as well.
Thank you son.

Here is my former husband Sgt Kenneth Warkocki
A special forces medic holding Kenneth II.
Thanks for serving Ken.

Norbert Warkocki with Grandson & future
Army Ranger Ken Warkocki II

Norbert Warkocki with Grandsons Ken &
Troy Warkocki, and great granddaughter
Brynn Amy Warkocki

Star Wars goes Pumpkins

2011-11-11T08:29:00.000-08:00

My son Scott is showing signs lateley that he is more gifted in creative arts. Dig this star wars pumpkin he carved. Took him two hours.

Star Wars 2011: Maxwell Skywalker Conquers the Dark Side

2011-10-25T20:43:00.000-07:00

Very, very recently, on a planet very, very nearby, was a young Jedi padawan named Maxwell Skywalker, great, great, great nephew of the legendary Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker. He was assigned to the Rebel Alliance Jedi Academy, located in happiest place on earth, a magical kingdom named Disneyland, to begin his Jedi training.

It was a land with strange creatures, like dwarfs, talking mice, dogs, pigs, chipmunks. There were beautiful princesses like the Sleeping Beauty and a dark haired maiden by the name of Snow White. Most of them were friendly, some of them were crazy, some of them were dumb, and some were evil. Maxwell arrived eagerly at the Jedi Academy Training Center in the Tomorrow land sector. Donned in his brown Jedi Padawan robe, young Maxwell fastened on his new hi-tech light saber. He stood in line with all the other Jedi trainees, and watched as they dueled with evil characters.

Suddenly, Maxwell's name was called. He ran out onto the training platform, and for a split second, he was shaken to his core. It was the most evil enemy of all from the dark side, the despicable, black helmeted, Darth Vader. But a voice whispered in Maxwell's ear: "The force is with you Maxwell, use the force." Maxwell then aggressively lunged forward with his mighty neon light saber, and battled valiantly with the evil Vader. It was a challenging battle, but Darth Vader made a slight mistake, and lunged forward, just as young Maxwell lunged forward, and the neon light saber of Maxwell Skywalker, sliced through Darth's legs, and rendered him legless. Maxwell Skywalker, on his first training battle, won against the infamous Darth Vader. Hooray Maxwell! If you'd like to see this mighty battle, click here, and you will not be disappointed.

After his battle, Maxwell was in need of some R & R. The Jedi Academy Master excused all the trainees, and they spread out to see the sights of the Magic Kingdom. But Maxwell had barely gone 5 steps, when he found himself surrounded by Storm Troopers. They aimed their hi-tech laser guns at him and called "Halt, you puny little padawan, or we'll shoot!"

Halt you puny padawan
or we'll shoot

But once again, Maxwell heard the voice, "Use the Force, Maxwell, the Force is with you." Maxwell whipped out his light saber and wielded it menacingly at the storm troopers. "You don't scare me storm troopers. The Force is with me, and I'm gonna slice you in half just like I did to Darth Vader. Take that, and that, and that, and that." With in 30 seconds, all the storm troopers lay in a heap. The crowds surrounded Maxwell Skywalker, and hoisted him on their shoulders crying out, "Maxwell Skywalker is our hero."

The next morning, the Jedi padawans were to don disguises and infiltrate the the Galactic Empire base camp in the Magic Kingdom. Maxwell Skywalker, after dressing as a Dark Side Wookie, snuck into the camp, and nosed around. He found himself tiptoeing down a long corridor that ended in the infirmary. There on cots, lay the injured storm troopers and Darth Vader himself. There were droids working on them feverishly, to put them back together so they could defeat the now famous and revered, Maxwell Skywalker. Maxwell was not afraid. He quietly slipped away and found all the other disguised Jedi padawans and they formulated a plan.

Maxwell Skywalker
disguised as a wookie

Young Maxwell led the way as they surrounded the infirmary, light sabers at the ready. The droids were still not done putting the evil dark side warriors together. So, Maxwell motioned for another padawan to create a distraction. The padawan crouched under the window of the infirmary, knocked on the window, and ran away and hid. The droids ran to the window to see what was going on. As soon as the droids turned their backs, Maxwell led a might charge, and the pack of Jedi padawans finished of the storm troopers, Darth Vader, and pulled the chargers out of the droids. Maxwell Skywalker succeeded once again, in overcoming the darkside.
A week later the Jedi Academy held a graduation ceremony. Maxwell Skywalker not only received a diploma, but was awarded the highest award for valor. Yoda, the Jedi Master called Maxwell forward. "I Yoda, Jedi Master, do crown Maxwell Skywalker to be the new Jedi Master of the Magic Kingdom Jedi Academy." Yoda placed a Mickey Mouse Crown on Maxwell and the crowd went wild, applauding and whistling and saying, "Hail Jedi Master Maxwell!"

Maxwell is crowned with the coveted
Mickey Mouse Crown, and promoted
to be the new Jedi Master

The End

Happy Birthday

2011-10-25T19:44:00.000-07:00

Today is my granddaughter Ashynn's birthday. She is 11 years old and quite a beautiful young lady. Here are some things I love about Ashlynn:

She's smart
She's a good student
She's sweet
She has a great sense of humor
She loves her sisters
She's extraordinarily fun
She is very loving

This is Ashlynn with her mom.
It's an older photo, but her per-
sonality shines here. She is
so fun.

She is unique

So Happy Birthday Ashlynn! I love you!!!

Praying for New Writing Venture

2011-10-25T19:35:00.000-07:00

Applied today to write for Examiner.com, an online newspaper. I applied to write as mental health examiner. Hope it works out. If you want to check out the paper, here is the link.

Bumped Up

2011-10-16T16:11:00.000-07:00

My article on Seattle's Pike Place Market was bumped up to feature article for the Northwest US travel section:
BTW the images by Andy Larsen greatly contributed to this honor. Thanks Andy.

A wonderful shot of the market at dusk.
Courtesty of Andrew E Larsen

At the Cross

2011-10-07T17:50:00.000-07:00

Alas! and did my Savior bleed

And did my Sovereign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

For sinners such as I?

[originally, For such a worm as I?]

Refrain

At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,

And the burden of my heart rolled away,

It was there by faith I received my sight,

And now I am happy all the day!

Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine—

And bathed in its own blood—

While the firm mark of wrath divine,

His Soul in anguish stood.

Was it for crimes that I had done

He groaned upon the tree?

Amazing pity! grace unknown!

And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide

And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker died,

For man the creature’s sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face

While His dear cross appears,

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt my eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne’er repay

The debt of love I owe:

Here, Lord, I give my self away

’Tis all that I can do.

Thank You Jesus!

October 2011 Gratitude List

2011-10-05T22:45:00.000-07:00

Almost a year ago, I nearly died. My life was shattered in a million pieces, and it had been for two and a half years. I never thought that within a years time, I would still be here, let alone living in joy and/or helping others through what I have gone through. To God be the glory, great things He has done.

Had I died, here is what I would have missed:

Meeting two new grandchildren
Helping people who have suffered in the same way that I have
Leading Bible study
New special friendships
Hope fulfilled in returning to wellness
Deepening relationships with old friends
My son Jake's high school graduation (a huge deal)
Being able to advocate for the mentally ill in my county
Writing and publishing things that I care about
Saying goodbye to a few who would fly away
Praying for friends and family who were suffering

The list could go on and on. Suffice it to say, these are all the things I have placed on my October gratitude list.

Glad to have shared these family celebrations

"Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life." Prov. 13:12

It's Official

2011-09-28T16:45:00.000-07:00

Well, it's official. My grandsom Samuel officially became a member of the Warkocki family. Here are some photos of the big event:

The Newly complete family

The honorable Max Warkocki presiding

I love adoption

How to Settle Crucial Disputes in the Church

2011-09-21T22:54:00.000-07:00

We've been going through the book of Acts in our Wed
evening Bible study. I was passed the baton a few weeks
ago to facilitate. I was really enjoying it from the very beginning, really learning a lot. But you know, when you have to prepare the lesson yourself, God really shines the light. I have a tendency to break things down verse by verse. I actually try not to do that all the time, but I just can't seem to help myself. Probably because for many years after becoming a Christian, the bible studies I attended were that way. Anyway, this week we studied chapter 15 where Paul and Barnabus are in Antioch and some Jewish men, probably leaders or Pharisees, arrive and start telling the church (full of gentiles) that they must be circumcised to be saved. So there was a bit of a vehement dispute between Paul, Barnabus, and these Jews. The Antioch Christians must have been very distressed and confused. After all, these Jews were men from Jerusalem, where Christianity began, and they were supposedly believers, who are telling them they are not saved and won't be unless they get circumcised. I don't think it too implausible that there was the thought that perhaps they were sent there by the Jerusalem church. It's understandable that Paul and Barnubus strove so hard to stand their ground and dispute these men's claims.

However, what I really tried to focus on was the way that the Antioch church handled this mess. They weren't sure who to believe, so they made a corporate decision to send Paul and Barnabus to Jerusalem to where the Jerusalem church, Apostles, and elders resided. Surely they could all discuss it prayerfully and come to an agreement through the Holy Spirit.

Now in this day and age if that happened in a church, a situation like this could easily have erupted into an all out war, not only between the church and Paul and Barnabus, or with the Jewish contingent, but between church members and church leadership. I imagine these things did happen back then, but not in this particular situation.

We are not talking here about differing on styles of music, women in leadership, and other non-essential issues. This was about salvation. As long as there are human beings on earth we are all going to have differences of opinions, we will have our squabbles, but in cases like this, where an essential Christian issue is at hand, it calls for unity in truth. That means working together to discern the truth by calling on the Holy Spirit, and reading the scripture.

Unfortunately, these folks in Antioch didn't have the New Testament. The Old Testament was mostly law, but they, as Gentiles, did not know enough of the OT to see the prophecies that predicted and pointed the way to Christ.

So off Barny and Paul go to Jerusalem. Here again, when they come before the church, the Apostles, and the elders, there could have been a heated exchange, finger pointing, disorder and all the other junk that goes with humans who are not seeking truth so much as to be "right." And there were the Pharisee "believers" present, who again insisted circumcision was necessary for salvation for the Gentiles.

But both sides were heard, then the Apostles and elders went into executive session and discussed it and debated it, in an orderly manner, without flaring tempers, motions made and seconded for killing off the Pharisee trouble makers, or flippantly making a decision without discussion and seeking God's will. Peter spoke first and made a good case that God had already been filling Gentiles with the Holy Spirit, etc. Then Paul and Barnabus took the floor and told about how God had been doing all kinds of signs and wonders with the Gentiles they had ministered to. The point being, God would not do those things if He decided that they all needed to be circumcised first. Then James, the brother of Jesus, makes his case from the Old Testament passage in Amos 9:11-12. He offers some advice: Lets send them a letter saying they need to obey God in certain things, but they are saved if they have faith. No circumcision is necessary.

There is agreement throughout the council. They write the letter, and the Apostles, elders and Jerusalem church send Paul and Barnabus off with the letter, along with some of their own people to verify and assure that Antioch church folks that letter is legit, and to further encourage and strengthen the church. The end result is that the Antioch Christians "rejoiced," and were encouraged. I can imagine in their heads they were saying, "Oh, thank God, we really are saved and don't have to jump through the hoop of circumcision to be right with God."

I look at this passage and find myself grieving, and rejoicing both. Grieving for all the times churches around the world, particularly churches I have attended, have not worked things out calmly, with love, and with order. I can put myself on the list as an offender, though not very often intentionally.

Rejoicing, because here we have in black and white, not only a way to deal with disputes, but that serious disputes and debates need to be focused on critical, essential, Christian doctrines.

If only we would all get off our high horses. If only we would stop trying to annihilate the men in error rather than focus on a proper course of action that would not detract for the most important thing . These situations call for humility so that our behavior in settling such an important dispute can be handled without chaos, turmoil, hate, and devastation.

Next week we will study the quarrel between Paul and Barnabus. This ought to be good.

Beautiful

2011-09-13T21:30:00.000-07:00

As I look into the stars

Andrew E. Larsen

Pondering how far away they are

How You hold them in Your hands

And still You know this man

You know my inner most being, oh

Even better than I know, than I know myself

What a beautiful God

What a beautiful God

And what am I, that I might be called Your child

What am I, what am I

That You might know me, my King

What am I, what am I, what am I

As I look off into the distance

Watching the sun roll on by

Beautiful colors all around me, oh

Painted all over the sky

The same hands that created all of this

They created you and I

What a beautiful God

And what am I, that I might be called Your child

What am I, what am I

That You might know me, my King

What am I, what am I

That You might die, that I might live

What am I, what am I, what am I, what am I

What am I

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands." psalm 19:1

"...what is mankind that you are mindful of them,

human beings that you care for them?" psalm 8:4

“For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16

Writing, Writing, Writing, Learning, Learning, Learning

2011-09-12T14:58:00.000-07:00

Man, I am on a roll. I have written 16 articles in one month. That is an all time record. It is such a joy, and I have been spreading my wings on topics. Not only that, but I have met some fascinating people on Hubpages, my favorite writing venue. You find a whole network of friends and acquaintances with fresh perspectives on similar topics, and professional resource people.

I am mutual follower to 4 pastors, 2 mental health professionals, a veterinarian, dozens of Christians, professional writing teachers, and oh so much more. I am writing on places, mental health and Christian topics, personal stories and testimonies, book reviews, and a few other topics. The most important thing to me though is that all this writing has helped me to learn a lot. Sometimes I get on one of my writing networks and just peruse the different topics that people write about and I learn so much. I also learn a lot during my research. You know, I learn more quickly and completely outside of a school environment, with no one having expectations on me. I don't have to pay tuition, and don't have to worry about tests. I have to deal with the editors of course, but on the occasions I have had my articles flagged, again, I have learned a lot. I no longer take it personally and actually welcome learning more about writing.

Sometimes though, there is too much variety on individual topics. For instance, a couple of weeks ago I was perusing hubpages on the topic of dog food. Some people insisted that all store bought dog food was crap and that they should eat only a raw diet (bones and raw meat), then there were articles on the dangers of raw diets. Others had recipes of fancy cooked doggy casseroles and dog treats. Still others said chicken bones are fine, and some said absolutely no chicken bones, and some said absolutely no bones of any kind. Oy vay, I was so confused. Everybody was the expert, you see. HA! I finally ran across a vet and he listed the Brands of dog foods that are best, not all on the thousand dollar a bag list. One brand he recommended was Kirkland from Costco. I have a friend who uses is and says it is extremely healthy. So I went down to Costco and checked it out. It is most definitely quality food. I got a 40lb bag for only a few bucks more than the 30lb bags of a Purina product.

I have had a few articles stolen or used without my permission. I never know whether I should feel flattered or ticked off. Usually my name is still on the article, it was just used on some other website without prior permission.

Another thing I am enjoying is finding images and/or videos to enhance or illustrate my articles. You have to be careful because twice now I have clicked on sites that claim to be free photo sites and when i clicked on them I instantaneously got a nasty virus. Don't know what I'd do without my friend Wes, who deals with all my computer needs and is very tolerant of my computer ineptitude.

I'm done for today though. I lost my glasses and my eyes are killing me.

Lori Speaks, Camping, Wishes, God's Rest

2011-09-03T12:41:00.000-07:00

I am speaking tomorrow at an AA speaker meeting. My first time. I have to talk for 50 long minutes. Oy vay, I better have some jokes to fill up the time. My story is very short.

Everyone is at family camp this weekend. Tomorrow at church is Camp-no-go for all of us who stayed home. I actually prefer it because we don't have to pitch a tent, ward off mosquitos, and suffer through cold nights. However, if I had one wish right now, it would be to find a good running car and go on a retreat somewhere in solitude where there are blue pristine lakes with no one there, mountians and forests, my dog, hiking boots, and streams of pure water to drink from. This would be the place I would go I think.

Since that ain't possible, I will find my rest in God here at home, in my little RV home, with the washing machine and dryer humming and churning.

The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want for anything,
He makes me to lie down in green pastures
and he leads me beside cool waters.

Nellie, my best friend

2011-08-29T13:40:00.000-07:00

Here is an article I just published about the life of Nellie, my Collie, and I have had together from the beginning.

http://lambservant.hubpages.com/hub/A-Perfect-Match-A-Rescued-Collie-and-Her-New-Master-Journey-Together-in-Healing-and-Hope

Gun-Collectors, Not Soldiers

2011-08-27T22:44:00.000-07:00

Stumbled across this video from an event called the Elephant Room which is the meeting for different pastors discussing issues in the church, leadership, social issues, doctrinal differences etc. Food for thought.

Gun-Collectors, Not Soldiers

Walk with God

2011-08-27T22:05:00.000-07:00

I would give anything right now if I could be down at Penrose Point State Park walking in solitude with my sweet doggie.

Suffering with Someone You Love

2011-08-27T21:58:00.000-07:00

For the first time in my life, I am on the others side of the bed, the other side of a situation. I know what this person is going through by my own experience, I understand her behavior, the things she says, the things she thinks. etc. I know I have said and done and thought the same things. But now I see where the frustration was for friends and family when i was going through this trial. It just hurts so bad to see people you love suffer and not be able to give it a quick fix. They want help, but its not the kind of help they need. So when you offer them what they need, they get so frightened they rage at you. I am not mad or have hurt feelings. I see a mountain of needs for this person, and I cannot provide it all. Others expect me to, because they know I have had this same experience and they are incapacitated with fear and helplessness. What I have offered has been received and passionately rejected.

In one way, it is good for me to observe for futures sake. Hopefully, should I be in crisis ever again, I will listen to others who care about me, and remember Gods goodness, and what the true needs are from this experience.

The bible says weep with those who weep. It's just not working in this situation. I am weeping because it is too big for me. But I rejoice that it is not too big for God.

I just noticed the verse of the day to the right side of this blog. Seems to sum it up just right: “Jesus answered, “The work of God is this: to believe in the one he has sent.”” -John 6:29

Gallery of Random Favs

2011-08-21T00:11:00.000-07:00

By Scott Warkocki (son # 3)

Alone in a crowd (Romani De Roma)

Unfortunately, this is how people communicate nowadays

Bitchin shot of Christopher on his board

I love New York (Christopher Warkocki)

Are you as confused as I am?

A self-portrait sculpture of created by my cousin Dave Brigham

Depression by Coco Mariposa

The deceased arranged for parking meters that had "expired" to surround his grave.
Photo by leah nahmias

Father and son bowling league by Scott Warkocki

God knit me together in my mothers womb
Photo by Lunar Caustic flickr

A strange fish by Scott Warkocki

I love this photo of my great grandmother and my aunt.
They were sharing a special moment of discovery

Galloping Gertie Collapses

My mother the mermaid

Spiritual Warfare

Blessed are the hands of the aged
Photo by Gabriella Fabbri

No Devil

This is Scott napping with baby Jake in his first week of life

A famous photo op shot by Andy Larsen
I like how Jesus' name stands out.

I have no idea who took this, but isn't it cool?

My son Ken, enjoying a stogie

My son Troy dips his Nana in a wedding dance

My son Troy dips his brother Ken in a wedding dance

Scott took this photo from a drawer in the church kitchen
I like to call it dare to be different

I love the look on Max's face. Such hilarity

My hero, Larry the Cucumber

My Favorite Photos by Andy Larsen

2011-08-20T17:24:00.000-07:00

Calm Waters

A Brilliant Bloom

A Moroccon Widown and Her son

Mount Rainier Panorama

Colorful Manhattan in the Rain

Bubble Gum Wall at Pike's Market

Tulip Field in the Pacific Northwest

A Crocus: First Sign of Spring

Sun Setting Over Downtown Seattle

My Favorite Eatery in All of California...Don't it Make Your Mouth Water?

This Photo Should Be Used Commercially

An ancient street in Jerusalem...But Isn't that a man talking on his cell phone?

A happy day at the park

Standing on the solid rock

On the Beach

Breathtaking beauty of the Oregon Coast

Pike Place Market at Dusk

Pike Place Market at dusk # 2

Homeless man

Mount Rainier Cliffside...is that beautiful or what?

Serenity

Space Needle: Landmark of Seattle

Yellow Fall Tree

I love this one. It reminds me of the tree by streams of living water from the Bible

The Door

All Photos are copyright of Andrew E. Larsen all rights reserved. Do not use these photos in any way without permission.

If you would like to see more of Andy's work go to his flickr photostream where he has hundreds of photographs that are of the highest professional quality. You will be dazzled.

Photo Gallery of Rachel Smolinski

2011-08-20T16:41:00.000-07:00

Here is another gallery of photography by my future Daughter-in-law Rachel.

Ra Ra Shish Boom Ba

This is the Life

Butterfly Circling

Palm Tree in Paradise

Footprints in the Sand

Yummy on My Tongue

Study

Twighlight Over the Puget Sound

Breathtaking Hawaiian View

Standing Out

Feather in Flight

Friendly Butterfly

Walking on Water?

Sharing Bubble Gum

Brandy and Wine

Butterfly

Bird Observing Berries

Making Footprints in the Sand

Sunshine on the Water

Ta Da

An Origianl Work of Art by Rachel Smolinski

Kissy Face on the Beach

Photos by My Friend Kate Hamilton

2011-08-20T16:02:00.000-07:00

Daffodill in all its glory

Fall Foliage on the Side of the House

Bumble Bee Buxy at Pollinating

Life is a Bowl of Cherries

Daisy Daisy, Give me Your Answer Do

Fall Fire Blazing Foliage

Christmas Holly

Huckleberries

Spring Display

All photographs are Copyright of Kate Hamilton

Joemma Beach Pier at Sunrise

Sunrise over the Puget Sound

If you would like to see more of Kates work click here

Senior Discount and Pick 5

2011-08-18T13:06:00.000-07:00

On August 2nd, I went to our local market, which is very expensive, to pick up a couple of things. Well, they had this deal there called Pick 5. You go to the meat department, and for those items marked Pick 5, you can buy five of them for just one set price of $19.99. That's a good deal. So I loaded my cart with pork chops, chicken, a couple of beef steaks, and ground beef. Normally, that would have cost me a fortune because these were not small packages. I continued shopping and as luck would have it, they had some good bargains that day (a rarity let me assure you). With my basket full and overflowing, I piled my groceries at the checkstand. The checker reminded me that it was senior Tuesday (55 and older for which I qualify) and I would get 10% off. Glory to God, He lives. The final total came to $80. I swiped my food stamp card with glee, entered my code, and waited. Guess what, DECLINED!!! Maaan, that stinks. For some reason, my food stamps are renewed every once in a while on different days. Sometimes it's the 2nd, the 3rd, or the 4th. Very embarrassed, I bought just a couple of necessities and the checker rolled her eyes and called for someone to come a put back all my groceries. The other customers in line are sighing, rolling their eyes, and glaring at me as the checker has to void the transaction and redo what I was going to buy. So much for senior Tuesday and Pick 5.

Gratitude List for August

2011-08-18T12:55:00.000-07:00

My heart if fuller than full with gratitude, because despite the craziness of this world, God's glory shines in many ways and in many places. Here is what I am grateful for today:

The Holy Spirit who almost 32 years ago convicted me of my sin and drew me to repentance and to Christ.
To Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, who died for a sinner such as I. I am grateful for His eternal love, His grace, His mercy, and His justice.
I am grateful for the call of God on our Pastor and a few others in the congregation to return to a regular prayer meeting for our church, community, and our world.
I am grateful for the body of Christ, who not being perfect (and of course that includes me) we can still, if we are willing, love one another and give grace to one another.
I am grateful for the abundance of quality friends in my life.
I am grateful for my family.
I am grateful for God's continuous provision in my life for spiritual, emotional, and physical needs.
I am grateful for my precious constant companion Nellie, my Collie.
I am grateful that God can used cracked pots like me.

I am grateful for forgiveness

I am grateful for eternal life and that someday, when this life is over I'll fly away to glory.

New Online Writing Venue

2011-08-09T15:04:00.000-07:00

Just published my first article on a new Online Media Source. The article itself is probably not of interest to many people, but this was their suggestion of a topic so I took them up on it. I will be writing more in the future. You may see my profile page and link to my uninteresting article here.

An Opportunity Sent by God

2011-08-09T13:10:00.000-07:00

Received word yesterday that I have been accepted onto the mental health advisory board for the mental health system in my county. What an honor and a privilege. It has been my hearts desire for almost a year now to advocate for mental health consumers. The Lord has closed some doors in the past, but he opened the door for this one. I am very grateful.

God Shouts and Runs to Us in Our Pain

2011-08-08T15:35:00.000-07:00

Our church has been very blessed to hear some awesome sermons in the past two months. Pastor Dan returned yesterday after a couple of months off. And boy, he preached a wonderful sermon. "God runs to us," he said, "in our pain." Right away it took me back to a quote by C.S. Lewis in his book The Problem of Pain. It says "God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world." I would say that God is very enthusiastic and loves us so passionately, that when we are in pain, He makes Himself known earnestly, but are we listening? Do we have our arms open to receive Him? Something to think about.

Judge Not, But Love With Grace

2011-08-06T13:07:00.000-07:00

Just a few seconds ago I was listening to a sermon by a pastor of a church in Elkhorn NE called Relevant. I know very little of the church, but this sermon has brought me to my knees in repentance. I would love to pontificate on the sermon, but since I need to be focusing on my sin and repentance, I will leave you with the sermon to hear for yourself.

Relevant Message on Why do you judge?

Interview: Please Pray

2011-08-01T20:45:00.000-07:00

Wednesday, I am going to be interviewed by Optum Corporation and it's board of advisers. This is not for a paid job. Optum is the for-profit corporation that is now running the current mental health system in Pierce County. They are looking for private citizens, especially consumers, of which I definitely qualify, to serve on the advisory board. I usually do well in interviews, but this will be several people interviewing me all at once. At least I have a list of some of the questions they will ask.

I have a passion to advocate for consumers (people who are getting mental health services). I care very deeply about consumers getting the services they need. Economics are bad as we all know, and there have been some big budget cuts. I have been praying a long time for God to direct me to the best way to advocate and serve in some way, shape or form and offer what I can. I believe without a doubt, I have something to offer. I don't know if this is God's will or not, but I asked the Lord to close all doors if this is not His will for me.

If there is another human being who even reads this blog, I covet your prayers, not only for my interview, but for all of the consumers around the country who have been stigmatized, misunderstood, and their services have been cut, as many other systems have. These are tough times. But God is greater. Amen!

Re-Commitment to Gratitude

2011-07-23T19:39:00.000-07:00

It's been forever since I've made a gratitude list, public or private. So, I am making a re-commitment to posting them weekly if at all possible. Not only will I list what I am grateful for, but I will praise Him to whom all glory is due. Oswald Chambers said about praise to God:

"Everything that God has created is like an orchestra praising Him. 'All Thy works shall praise Thee.' In the ear of God everything He created makes exquisite music, and man joined in the paean of praise until he fell; then there came in the frantic discord of sin. The realization of Redemption brings man by way of the minor note of repentance back into tune with praise again. The angels are only too glad to hear that note, because it blends man into harmony again (see Luke 15:10).

Praising God is the ultimate end and aim of all we go through. 'Whosoever offereth praise glorifieth Me.' What does it matter whether you are well or ill! whether you have money or none! It is all a matter of indefference; but one thing is not a matter of indifference, and that is that we are pleasing to the ears of God." ~ From Apporved Under God

All Thy works shall praise Thee
Source: Andy Larsen

Internet Forum Bullies

2011-07-23T18:59:00.000-07:00

My most recent pet peeve is disrespectful, forum bullies, who behave like Cyber Satan, roaming forums to and fro, seeking whom they might devour. My most recent discourse on the matter.

The menacing hands of an internet bully

Driving and Texting Don't Go Together

2011-07-18T18:12:00.000-07:00

How Dare You

2011-07-16T12:27:00.000-07:00

Ran across this message from Pastor Mark Driscoll of Mars Hill Church in Seattle WA. This message, and the way it was delivered was much criticized. Although I agree with most of Pastor Driscoll's theology, which most of the time is biblical, I often dislike his delivery. But this message, and the way it was delivered was right on. The sin he is speaking of, and the men he addressed, need to be given the hard line. There are many things women should be called on as well. We are all sinners. Certainly I am chief, as Paul claimed for himself, but this sin he is talking about, is a serious problem in the world today, and most sadly, in the church. I wish pastors everywhere would be bold enough to call men, adamantly on their sin. Church discipline is in order, and not only for the men, but women too. Watch and see what you think. I wept at this message.

What Happened to Seattle Summer?

2011-07-16T10:51:00.000-07:00

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Rio: A Must See Family Film

2011-07-13T19:33:00.000-07:00

During my trip to Sacramento we went to the movies with Max and saw a very colorful, lively, and thoroughly entertaining movie called Rio. It's a Pixar animated film. The two minute opening scene alone (in the video above) was worth the $7.50 I paid to see it.

The plot goes something like this:

Blu, a blue Macaw ( the only male Macaw in world), was found in a city in America with a broken wing and could not fly. He is rescued by a woman and they spend 15 wonderful years together.

Meanwhile, in Rio De Janeiro there lives the only other Blue Macaw in the world, Jewel, who is being taken care of by Túlio, who has an aviary of rare or endangered birds. Túlio goes to America and convinces Blu's owner to bring him to Rio so that the two can mate and produce more birds so they don't go extinct. So off they go and things don't exactly go smoothly.

Jewel is a tough cookie, feisty, and very uninterested in an insecure, inexperienced, broken winged male. Blu fumbles terribly to get into her good graces. He falls in love with her immediately but has no clue how to woo her. Jewel longs to be free and that is all she can think about.

Blu meets a Red-crested Cardinal named Pedro and his Yellow Canary friend Nico. Blu and Jewel are captured by a young boy named Fernando and a Sulphur-crested Cockatoo named Nigel, who works for a group of smugglers led by Marcel. Nigel tells the two that he was once a popular performer on a television program, but he was soon replaced by a parakeet. Embittered by this experience, Nigel specializes in capturing exotic birds such as Jewel. Blu and Jewel flee from Nigel and the smugglers, ending up in a jungle.

I won't spoil the movie plot, but it is non-stop adventure and Blu and Jewel do learn some life lessons. The closing scene is a beautiful one as well. The colors throughout the movie are startling and add a sense of positive energy to the film.

This is a great family movie, which means that some of the dialogue will go over the heads of children, but will add a lot of entertainment value to the adults. Unlike movies such as Shrek, there isn't a lot of crude, vulgar dialogue. But there are a few remarks made by Blu's friends when they pressure him to get started making babies. At one time he is teased as someone says something to the effect of "Well blu, did you get some beak?"

This movie is rated PG. I plan to get it for my own DVD library. It is a movie I hope to enjoy for years to come.

The true value of a woman

2011-07-13T01:16:00.000-07:00

I am one of those people who wastes time on Facebook. I love hearing peoples comments and finding out what people are up to. I sometimes enjoy perusing friends and relatives photos. But in doing so, I have noticed a disturbing trend with young men and women (and once in awhile 35+ persons), particularly the young women. It frightens me for my sweet granddaughters who are entering their teens soon.

Some of the young women that I see, seem to be caught up in showing pictures of themselves. Yes, there are friends in some, or even many of them, but it is usually quite apparent that they want the viewers of their photos to know how that they are the show piece and we need to see how beautiful and sexy they are. They look into the camera with a provocative, supposedly alluring tilt of their heads, their eyes open as wide as they can get them, and sexy poses of the body. Usually, they are at parties, in short, short, low cut dresses. A lot of times, the ladies group together and all look sexy together. Many times with drinks in their hands. "See how sexy I am. See how beautiful I am. See how big my breasts are. See how classy I am with this drink in my hand." Then they show up with the guys. They pose with as many different guys as they can so you will all know how popular they are with the opposite sex.

Much to my revulsion, I have been coming across "lots" of photos with everyone (girls with guys, girls with girls, guys with guys) with their tongues all hanging out, or all over each other. Often, it is to show off their tongue piercings, but as the months go by, now it seems "cool" to lick someones face, or to touch tongues. Is this for shock value? Is it supposed to be erotic? Is vulgarity such as this supposed to get them the reputation they want? I am baffled. But then again, I am an overweight, middle aged grandmother. I am not pretty, but I look decent. When I am in a photograph, I usually am with friends around similar age, and we look happy in our own skin. I have cleavage I think, but the only one who knows it is God. Neither God nor I care about whether I have good cleavage or not. I don't want a man to be attracted to me because of chest size or how much of me is exposed in my scanty clothing.

I have a tongue, but I don't have to lick my friends to be cool. The only one on earth who gets to lick me is my dog. Yes, we are the same sex, but she is a canine after all. And hear me now: I DON'T LICK BACK! The only things I lick are ice cream cones, envelopes, my fingers after a salty snack (when I'm alone, and I guess that's my vulgarity).

So my concern for the wonderful ladies I know who pose for and post these photos, is that the only way they feel that they are of any value to the viewers, is to look sexy, sophisticated, and popular. Maybe the sophisticated and popular has been around a while, but I don't ever remember, nor have any evidence from my young years that I had to pose provocatively and prove my sensuality, popularity, sophistication by exposing as much of myself as possible and licking everyone who came my way. It pains me to see these young ladies, and young men sometimes, who feel so little about their value, that they resort to this sort of behavior.

I don't think I am being a prude here, or jealous because I can't wear a sexy little black number and surround myself with virile, handsome, or loathsome looking men. When I had a nice body, and was pretty, I wanted people to think I was pretty, but more than anything, I wanted to be liked for the person I was, I wanted to be respected. I wanted meaningful relationships.

When I was in my teens, I was very self-concsious about my flat chest. In my mind, all the girls who wore a B-cup instead of an A-cup like me, were actually triples D's. I look back on those pictures now, and I see that they had little nubs too. I was really torn then. A part of me wanted to fit in and have breasts, but only so I wouldn't be unusual, or be put down and made fun of. The last thing I wanted was for a boy to like me because of what was under my clothes. I just wanted to be liked for me, and to fit in.

When we posed for photos back then, we just stood there and smiled normal friendly smiles, or would would make silly faces and do the rabbit ears. Maybe rarely the girls would get silly and pose a little sexy, but it was just clowning, not an attempt to show the world how special they were because they were sexy.

I once witnessed a scene in junior high school that impacted me so powerfully, that I knew I didn't want to be known for being sexy, or getting into sex, and being popular for my prowess in the bedroom. There was a young lady, who I will call Charlotte, who was overweight, wore very, very short skirts, and had enormous bosoms. She was considered the school hussy. She would outrageously say out in the canteen at lunch hour things like, "Tommy, what did you do with my damn bra last night."

One sickening day, I was headed to the canteen for lunch. I suddenly saw a large crowd of people walking along side Charlotte. As I got closer, I realized the people that were surrounding her were all the boys she'd slept with and any other guys that wanted to join in the fun. What was the fun? Hocking up mucus and spewing it all over her, calling out names like slut and whore. I will never, ever, ever forget the look on her face. She kept walking, eyes straight ahead, but her face was utter humiliation and trauma to the nth degree. There was every color of sputum, globbed and hanging off her hair, her face, her clothes, and her cleavage.

I stopped seeing her that day as a floozy, and saw her for the desperately insecure, needy young girl she was. I saw her as someone who needed love, and respect. I felt love and compassion for her. I don't think its out of the realm of possibility that this girl was not shown respect from the adult men in her life, or that she was shown a healthy love and affection by a father. It probably wouldn't be stretching matters to think that perhaps there was abuse going on in the family between the parents, and perhaps with she herself and her family.

I did not bring up this story to say that all these young women today are like Charlotte. I know many of these girls, and I don't think they are floozies and loose women. But nonetheless, it breaks my heart to think that their whole sense of value is wrapped around being sexy. Perhaps this isn't really new. Girls for several decades have found their own self worth in being sexy. But I see it snowballing by the year. Some of these young women are beautiful inside, but they hide that part, and only show what leering eyes want to see.

I don't want my granddaughters to think the only way they can be cool, and well liked by either sex, is to be busty, and revealing as much as themselves as possible. I don't want them to think licking each other on camera is an acceptable form of behavior.

I have many slender attractive female friends around my age who probably are considered sexy to the opposite sex. However, they are modest. They don't wear low cut shirts, and wear skirts that stop at the just below the pelvis. They don't lick each other and pose for the camera as the model of the month. They are just themselves and comfortable and confident in who they are. And though I am not a man, that is much more attractive.

I have decided since my divorce not to marry or date again. I love being single, no big deal. But I am not dead. To me an attractive man is not muscular, with glistening hair, and impeccable dress. He isn't the Marlboro man, or the athlete or handsome business man. I have found many men with a paunch and love handles to be attractive. Because I am not looking at perfect looks, perfect bodies, drop-dead gorgeous. I am looking at what I nice person he is. Kind, funny, articulate, fun, intelligent, warm, moral, respectful of all people. I am drawn to the person, not the body.

This post is going to long, so let me end with this: Girls, you are valuable, beautiful and wonderful, because God made you, and if you live for Him, to please Him only, you will never have a problem attracting a quality man if God so desires you to marry someone. By respecting yourself, you are respecting and honoring the God who made you. If you have a big nose and small breasts, that does not mean you are not an attractive woman, nor are you less valuable to anyone. True Beauty is not skin deep, is comes from deep within.

Now for anyone that knows me well, I gave myself away at 16 and was married and a mother at 17. He was the only man I was ever with, but my regret is that I gave in against my own promise to myself and my mother, and God, that I would remain pure until I was married. I didn't want to give myself away. I mean I really didn't want to. But, I did, because I didn't think I could hold on to this man any other way. When it came down to the marrying part, I begged my parents not to make me marry him. It's not that I didn't care for him or that I didn't love him. I was just scared to death. I knew I was not ready to be a wife. I had plans to go to college. I wanted to wait until I was ready to marry him. I felt I just needed a year or two or three. But, I made my bed so to speak, and I had to lie in it. I may have been reluctant, but in the end, I gave myself away and that made me half responsible. Both my parents deeply regretted forcing me to marry when I was not ready. But in all fairness, I can see why they did. When I see a young couple who got themselves in a "family way," I tend to want to say to the young men, "Man up, sir, take responsibility and give that girl and your child the dignity of making it a legal family. Support them and love them." And to the young women I sometimes want to say (if they guy is not an abusive, or chemically dependent person) to quit bed hopping and settle down if you want to have children. One of my greatest regrets in life was giving myself away. The only good that came out of it was that I had a beautiful son whom I love dearly. But for all of our sakes, I wish it had happened in another way.

This little boy was the light of my life. I love him so much to this day.
But I wish I would have waited to have him until I was ready, and
married first. His quality of life would have been so much better.

So Long, O Beautiful Man

2011-07-10T15:34:00.000-07:00

A Poem for you Cousin Dave

David Lyle Brigham
A very beautiful man

So Long, O Beautiful Man

Our memories of you

We treasure, O beautiful man.

The twinkle of kindness in eyes that loved us;

The heart that beat with passion and strength;

The soul that you laid bear

When sorrows and struggles overwhelmed;

And the spirit of life and adventure you spread

With every word that encouraged,

With every word that made us laugh,

With every word that said, “Let’s do it.”

We treasure your life of offering strength and hope

To those who crossed your path.

From you we learned compassion,

Passion, wit, and love that touched

Deep into the crevasses of our hearts,

A soothing balm

When understanding was needed.

Your ruggedness and zeal for God’s

Paintbrush in the mountains, the lakes,

The oceans and the forest

Energized us, and caused us to

Savor the moments

that you allowed us to see

Through your eyes.

Most of all, you showed us

What tenderness was,

What care was,

What life was.

God gifted us

With your sweet

And beautiful ways.

We will not however

Say goodbye,

But so long, O beautiful man.

R.I.P. David Lyle Brigham

2011-07-09T18:34:00.000-07:00

My beloved cousin, David Lyle Brigham, left this earth yesterday, July 8th, 2011 as he climbed Mount Shasta with family and friends. I have looked up to cousin Dave all my life. He was a football star throughout high school and college. But what we all loved about him was that he was just a regular guy, full of fun, gentleness, and he always took interest in others. He was a marriage and family therapist for years and in the last few years did some sculpting. He was a great lover of art.

Dave always made my sisters and I feel special when we were small, and when we grew up. Everyone loved him. He was a father and grandfather, brother uncle, husband, and cousin. Just a few days before he died he announced on FB he was heading to Mount Shasta to climb with family members and to remember his soon to be born (any day now) grandson. How tragic the little fellow will never know what a beautiful man his grandpa was.

David Brigham's Self-portrait sculpture

I love you cousin Dave. Say hello to mom for me.

My Cousin and Her Eating Disorder

2011-07-07T14:03:00.000-07:00

My cousin Kari Adams was featured on NBC News Tonight two days ago, then again on the today show. She was on the health segment. Unbeknownst to me, Kari has a struggle with an eating disorder. She lives in New Jersey so I only see her via Facebook. She is a gorgeous woman but I have noticed that she is extremely thin. I had no idea how thin and what struggles were going on in her life. She is now getting help and was very courageous to go on national television, not once but twice and share her story. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/
Click on the title Health and scroll down to More adult women battling eating disorders. We all wish Kari well in her journey through recovery.

Kari Adams

Memories of May

2011-07-04T15:27:00.000-07:00

May and June were great months.. I went to Sacramento to visit my son and his family. Jake celebrated his 19th birthday, and he graduated from highschool. Here are some of the photographic highlights.

Jake and I in front of the Tacoma Dome

Can you find Waldo (aka Jake)? He sure looks happy

Our sweet little guy Nicolas.

Here is our little Samuel, which means "asked of God".

And the little fella we all know and love, Max.
Batman extraordinaire!

Brandon Bee - Your Holiness

2011-06-29T01:44:00.000-07:00

One of my favs.

Brandon Bee Pre Production

2011-06-29T01:38:00.000-07:00

Brandon is a new artist from Gig Harbor. I first met him at Calvary Fellowship of Gig Harbor a few years ago. He's doing very well. I really love his heart and his music.

Saying Goodbye

2011-06-28T11:01:00.000-07:00

Just got off the phone with my son Scott (and got to talk to Max too). It seems their little foster son is going to be returning to his mother and it is really hard, heartbreaking. I fell in love with this little guy the moment I saw him. What a love. My heart aches that I may not see him again. And my heart aches for Jenn especially. She's been a fabulous mother to him and done wonders in his life, as he is a special needs child. What a gift he has been to their little family.

As for Max, he had the audacity to tell me I was full of beans. It's a little game we play. Usually, it is me who starts it off:

Me: Max, you're full of beans

Max: No, you're full of beans

Me: No Max, you've got it all wrong buddy. You see, you're full of beans.

Max: No Nana. You need to understand that you are the one who is full of beans.

Me: Now Max, don't try to confuse me. The way I see it, you are full of beans.

Kind of dumb but he loves this little game. Today he told me about his new chicken. At first he told me it was a real chicken, which I highly suspected wasn't the case. So, when I suggested they eat it for dinner he admitted it was a pretend chicken. So we hemmed and hawed and gave it a name. Or rather he gave it a name, but I couldn't understand what he said. So then he told me about the spider population in the house, particularly in the play room. Which led of course to our singing a rousing rendition of the itsy bitsy spider. Such simple delights.

Unusual, Whacky, and Intersting Names of Places in America

2011-06-27T14:00:00.000-07:00

So, I'm doing this article on unusual names of cities, towns, and communities in the United States. This little study and keep you entertained for hours. Here are some of the names I found.

I am writing a new article on Unusual and funny names in American cities, towns, and communites. Some of them are so ridiculous they make you scratch your head and laugh. Here are a few samples:

Places with animal names:

Deadhorse, Alaska
Hungry Horse, Montana
Spotted Horse, Wyoming
Buffalo Mop, Texas
Mule Barn, Oklahoma
Lame Deer, Montana
Sleeping Buffalo, Montana
Monkey's Eyebrow, Kentucky
Possum Trot, Kentucky
Possum Grape, Arkansas
Elephant Butte, New Mexico
Turkey Scratch, Arkansas
Billy Goat Hill, Alabama
Bat Cave, North Carolina (Being a Batman fanatic, Max would love this one)
Spunky Poodle, Ohio
Toad Suck, Arkansas

My favorite is Monkey's Eyebrow. And how'd you like to tell someone you live in Buffalo Mop, Texas or bought property in Possum Trot, Kentucky? Yup, that'll impress 'em.

Here's a couple for Alcoholics:

Bootlegger Crossing, AZ.
Booze Crossing, AZ.

And in the Spiritual realms:

Angel City, TX
Angels Camp, CA
Little Heaven, Delaware,
Pray, Montana
Covenant Louisianna
Hell, Michigan
Hell Hollow, New Hampshire
Half Hell, North Carolina
Devil's Backbone, Connecticut (this one gives me shivers down my spine.
And my favorite, Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina

To read the next list, you will need to plug your ears. These are some of the nosiest places in America:
Yelling Settlement, Alabama

Yellville, Arkansas
Yell, Tennessee
Screamer, Alabama
Screamersville, Virginia
Loudville, Massachusetts
Hoop and Holler, Texas

Now grab your remote control and visit these cities:

Bonanza, Oregon
Dallas, Texas
Falcon Crest, North Carolina
Ironside, Oregon
Lost, Minnesota
Mannix, Montana
Matlock, Washington
McCloud, Tennessee
Monk, Oklahoma
Rawhide, Nevada
Truth or Consequences, NM (click on this and you will find out the origins of the name)
Twin Peaks, California

Since I am a resident of Washington state, here are some really funny sounding town names that are mostly from native American origin:

Chautauqua
Snee Osh,
Skookomish,
Skamania,
Umtanum,
Walla Walla,
Wawawai,
Kumtux,
Klickitat,
Kittitas,
Ne'sqhwaqhwe

$50 to the person who can pronounce and spell without looking that last one. That's worse than deciphering Polish.

Here are a few other interesting named places in this great state of Washington:

Humptulips
Chew
Cozy Nook
Duckabush
Chuckanut
Steptoe
Stuck
Loop Loop
Honking,
Tumtum
Opportunity
Relief
Starbuck

Here are just a few odds and ends in various places in the US:

Knockemstiff, OH
Cut and Shoot TX
Jot "EM Down TX Tightwad, MO
Monks Hammock, LA
Monks Misery, Maryland
Bug Tussle, OK

Well I could go on and on. There is a great website to check these out in more detail.

This is a restaurant in Kill Devil Hills North Carolina. The name of
the eatery? Bob's Grill: Eat and Get the Hell Out

Well wonders never cease!

Proof positive, there really is a Money's Eyebrow, Kentucky

End of Construction and other stuff

2011-06-27T00:11:00.000-07:00

Whew! Got this blog all fouled up when I changed the design. I finally have it the way I want it. Hope you like it.

So, life has been busy. Went to Sacramento the last week of May to see my son Scott and his lovely wife Jenn and their brood of boys, Max (whom we all know and love) Nicolas, and Samuel. Below is a pic of Scott Max and Nicolas taken a few months ago before I arrived. The other is of the whole fam damily taken in March. Had a great time. Little Samuel came into the family a day after he was born back on November 3rd. He is the most content little guy I have ever known. Such a lovable, sweet boy. Nicolas is their foster son, but very much a member of the family. He has some special needs and it is quite a challenge for Jenn. In one months time last fall, they went from a family of 3 to a family of five. But my heart was captured by them.

From Left to right: Max, Scott, and Nicolas

From left to right: In the rear is Jenn, Samuel, Scott, up front is Nicolas and Max.

Another great thing that happened just this month is that my youngest son, Jake, 19, graduated from Gig Harbor High School. It was very exciting because he worked so hard this year. He was in the top 5% of his class for his senior project paper (which made me cry) and scored very highly on his speech as well. Yes, I guess this bragging of sorts, but I can help but rejoice over his accomplishments. Since he came to the Lord in November at the Seattle Harvest Crusade, he, (or should I say the Lord) has completely turned his life around. What a difference a Savior makes, eh? Still don't have pics yet, but soon.

On a more somber note, my good friend Molly passed away suddenly earlier this month. She was only 62. I am still not sure what happened. But at her memorial service, her best friend spoke about how she and Molly had both accepted Jesus as their Savior years ago and share a special faith bond. I never knew that Molly was a believer and it was such a peaceful blessing to hear. I only knew Molly for about a year, but in that time I watched her fight a courageous battle in overcoming some difficulties. She and a mutual friend Maria and I would meet about every other month over at Crispy Creme or IHOP in Tacoma and eat, drink lots of coffee, and talk and laugh for 2 or 3 hours. I miss her so much and she inspired me. I can't wait to see her in heaven some day. Perhaps she will greet me at the pearly gates and show me around.

Under Construction

2011-04-28T15:23:00.000-07:00

New look here, but not finished yet. The pastoral scene photo is attributed to my good friend Andrew (Andy) Larsen. A brilliant photographer. I've got this sight all fouled up and am trying to work out the kinks but overall I like the new look. More posts to follow.

Sacramento in the Near Future

2011-03-18T14:01:00.000-07:00

The date is not set yet, but within the next few months I will be headed to Sacramento to see the new and old grandkids, and my son Scott and his wife Jenn. Cannot wait. I talked to Max the other night and told him I would soon come to visit. The first thing he said was, oh we'll have to clean the house. Funny thing for a four year old to worry about. But we are all very excited. Some very good friends offered to send me as a birthday gift using their air miles. Words cannot express my thanks to them.

Nothing else much is new and interesting. But life is getting a littel more stable now and thtats good.

2011-01-31T13:56:00.000-08:00

Well its the last day of January. Don't get much opportunity to post here. Internet service got turned off and I can only post when I go the library. Been busy volunteering at church a bit. Been working at finding solutions to reduce stress in my life. Making a little headway.

Son Scott and his wife have two new little ones. A two year old named Nicholas who is there foster son with hopes of someday adopting. And a new baby named Samuel.His adoption will be final any minute. My how precious they are. Max is adjusting well. I wish I would inherit some money so I can go and see them.

My older sister Chris and I are only a year and ten days apart. Ever since we were small children we have had similar recurring dreams at the same time. For quite some time the last few years she would have dreams that I was being really vile and mean to her (never happened, every, in real life). In the meantime, I was dreaming that she was being vile and mean to me. We talked about it and can't come up with any resentments toward each other. We just laugh about it. In recent months, she and I have both had a recurring dream about our mother. She has a secret life and will not communicate with us. My sister gets mad and screams at her. I cry. The dreams are so painful. I often feel like Chris and I are twins and we are still connected the same umbilical cord.

Well nothing much else to say. See ya soon.

Christmas

2010-12-21T18:10:00.000-08:00

I have talked to more middle aged people this year who say they hate the Christmas season and I have to concur. I love Jesus, and rejoice in Him in my quiet moments, but for the most part, there is nothing Silent or Holy about Christmas. I can't wait for it to get over. Perhaps I will pull out of this funk by New Years. I hate to feel this way, but I missed my parents who are gone now, and most of my kids and grands are out of state. I wish Christmas was Merry, but for the world, Christmas is mostly Harried. For me, it is gray. Harried Christmas everyone.

Checking In

2010-12-14T14:25:00.000-08:00

Internet service turned off a few weeks ago. The car is broken. Begging for rides. Finally got to a library today and caught up on email and facebook. The withdrawals have been gnarly. But so thankful no trees fell on my house and the power was out only a short time last night when a fierce storm hit. Lightning, downpours, and thunder. Thanking God today I do not live near a river. Got a fridge full of food and heat. Yahoo. My dog got a bath and she looks so pretty. Max turned 4 the other day and he told me he got a gumball machine. Looking into doing some mental health advocacy with NAMI (National Alliance for Mental Illness). My oldest son, a devout athiest, sent me a spiritual devotional the other day out of the blue. This gift was very meaningful to me. Knowing how he feels about God, church etc. Getting that gift said, "I love you mom and want you to find comfort in this little book." So thanks Kenny. Mama shed a tear. Meeting with a lawyer in a couple of days to get help getting on disability. Oh Joy! Started doing yoga this week to manage stress and learn to relax. Doug got my old beat up laptop going and now I can watch DVD's. It's so nice. God a Christmas bonus from the lady I clean for. Aunt sent me $50 for Christmas. Gonna spend Christmas with my son Kenny, his fiance Rachel, and and my three grandsons. No money for gifts so I hope they don't hold me in contempt for it. Well, that's my life recently. Now I am going to focus on Baby Jesus and how I can honor him on His birthday. Merry Christmas and God bless us one and all.

Memory?

2010-11-09T19:19:00.000-08:00

Long day today. Took a bus, then another over the river and through the woods then over the bridge and across town. Walked in the rain for a block, and when I walked into the building where I needed to conduct business, all the computers went out. I tried not to take it personally. So the place cleared out except for a few of us who did not want to waste a whole trip in the rain. I was called to the window in about an hour cause there were very few waiting. Normally I would have waited three hours. I filled out volumes of paperwork, then had to take an evaluation in which they took some tests. Several of the tests were for memory. I have know that my memory is poor, it is hard for me to learn new things and to track with things people tell me from places like unemployment, social security, doctors, etc. I hear it and understand most of it, but some things I just can't get the first or second time, then I forget it all and when my friends or family ask what did they say, sometimes I get it right, but sometimes I can only remember parts of it. It takes me a long time and a lot of repetition. But I blew just about every test on memory. Some of them I question as being something that should be easy for anyone but a mathematician. But I had to count backward from 100 by 7's. I got the first one, 93. From then on I had to use my fingers. He said, no, you have to do it by memory. I felt so stupid. But I asked one of my friends about it later and she said it would be hard for her too. Then he asked me "What does this saying mean? People with glass houses shouldn't throw stones." I gave him a literal answer, "If you throw a stone at a glass house you break your own house." He said no, he wanted a metaphorical answer to be used in reference to life. For the life of me I couldn't think of anything. DUH! So I asked two friends later on, figuring they would know it right off the bat and confirm that I am stupid. Thankfully, that was not the case. Neither one could come up with anything that made sense. If you know what it means please fill me in. So, I hope I don't have Alzheimer's, although that is not what I was being tested for, I don't think. It was just to see how my general memory is working. It was a rather humiliating experience. At least I didn't have an audience. But then, why am I sharing this on my blog? Well, cause only one or two or three people read it and I think my secret is safe with them. Ha!

It's all the danged meds I take I think. I don't know what's worse. The side effects or the problem the meds are supposed to be helping. I guess the answer is I'd rather take the meds and suffer the side effects, but it is hard to not be the sharpest knife in the drawer anymore. I am blessed to have friends and family who love me whether I can count backwards from 100 by 7's or not. And I believe they will still love me when the find out I don't know what throwing a stone at a glass house means. I can still write and communicate well so that's the most important thing to me. Well off to eat my pumpkin pie if I can remember where it is...Ha Ha.

Another grandchild

2010-11-09T08:32:00.000-08:00

Max and his new brother. No, Scott and Jenn did not have a baby, this one is hoped to be adopted by them. Max does not look too thrilled by yet another addition to the family. But this is cute nonetheless.

Yo Jesus, He Did It

2010-11-07T23:11:00.000-08:00

Somewhere in this mass of humanity, is my son Jake
committing his life to Christ

In the spirit of Rocky Balboa, I am saying, "Yo Jesus, He did it!" My 18 year old son Jake went forward at the invitation at the Harvest Crusade and gave his heart and life to Christ. Not only did he go forward, but he was the first one out of his seat and out onto the floor. He nearly ran down there. I will never forget the look in his eyes as he left the seats to go down, and I will never forget the joy and peace and newness on his face when he rejoined us. I am bruised from pinching myself. I am glad I am here to have seen it. Greg Laurie preached better than I have ever heard him preach before. At first I heard the same old stuff, he tends to recycle when he is evangelizing. Most people have never heard him before so it's new to them. But then the Holy Spirit got a hold of him and stuff came out of his mouth and we in the stands who know Christ are saying Uh huh, preach it brother! All together through the whole three day crusade, 4,225 precious souls came to Christ. Glory be to God. My Biblegateway verse for today at the right of this blog says this: “But if serving the LORD seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD.””

Jake Ryan Warkocki, Born unto new life Nov. 7, 2010 Welcome to the family of God precious boy.

Friday and Saturday of Seattle Harvest

2010-11-06T22:36:00.000-07:00

Friday night at Key Arena in Seattle where the first of three nights of Seattle Harvest with Greg Laurie went awesome. 10,000 came out and 1,100 came forward to receive Christ. Here are a couple of photos Greg Laurie's wife Cathe took of the evening.

The top photo is just a shot of the 10,000 strong crowd Friday night. The one below is a wonderful shot of the crowd that came forward to accept Christ into their hearts.
I pray the Lord will make it possible for my son to attend tomorrow (Sunday) night and that he will be in a photo like the bottom photo here, looking up with expectancy to receive Christ into his heart.

Tonight, Saturday, there was 14,000 in the crowd and once again, over 1,000 decisions for Christ. Here is a slide show of tonight's event.

Tomorrow Mercy Me (my favorite band), Jars of Clay, and the Katina's will be performing and ministering to the crowds. Greg Laurie will be preaching the gospel of course, and there will be a special guest Nick Vujicic who was born with no limbs. He has a powerful testimony and is quite a speaker to young people all over the country, kind of a motivational speaker for Christ.

Oh my, someone just reminded me to set my clock back. I didn't know anything about it. Don't want to be late for Harvest tomorrow.

Can You Figure God Out?

2010-11-06T20:17:00.000-07:00

I can't. At this moment, I am supposed to be at Seattle Harvest, and evangelistic crusade. For a year I have been praying for my friend to be open to the message of Christ as I knew would be offered at this crusade. She agreed to go and her husband too and they were very excited and looking forward to it. At around noon today we touched base and they said they could not be out that late because of child care. To say I was disappointed?... Not for me, but for them. I prayed precisely against this sort of thing. My son called and he was very disappointed that we were not going as he was willing and excited to go to. So I went to bed all day and tried to shut out my disappointment. But what I hear God telling me is that Greg Laurie and all those fine Christian bands are not the only ones who can share the good news with my son and my friends. So, I have a job to do. And it will be a pleasure.

It turns out though, that a friend who attends the Nazarene Church nearby is going with a caravan from her church tomorrow and says my son and I are more than welcome. It lifted me some and I am definitely going, but I am still aching with disappointment about my friends who said they cannot go tomorrow either because of the lateness of the hour it ends. There will be some coordination issues to get my son there, but perhaps God will have mercy and allow for him to be able to go.

God's ways are mysterious.

Trying

2010-11-01T17:14:00.000-07:00

"Be still and know that I am God." (Psalm 46:10)

I'm trying Lord.

See ya soon perhaps

2010-10-20T11:07:00.000-07:00

Going off for a week or so for some r&r. Life gets to be too much sometimes. When that happens I have a place I go and stay for awhile to melt down if I need to, then allow myself to heal, where people will care for me, where I don't have to do and be someone or something. Hopefully, I will come back and ready to get back into the game of life.

When it Rains...

2010-10-16T22:50:00.000-07:00

Last Sunday Doug put in a new thermostat because my car kept overheating. A few weeks before that we put a new radiator cap on because it was overheating. Since last Sunday I have driven it far and wide. Tonight, coming home from a town about 25 miles from my home, it heated up again. Fortunately, the gal I was riding with had had the same problem previously and told me to turn on my heater and fan full blast. Thankfully this worked to cool the engine and I made it home safely. To say I am frustrated is an understatement. Everyone says, this too shall pass. I know that, but don't feel it, or maybe the other way around. In the vast scheme of things, no job, no money, no car, and a stack of unpaid bills is not a big deal, but it's not fun. So I'm venting. God forgive me for complaining. But I am human after all.

Wading Through Disappointment

2010-10-14T17:22:00.000-07:00

Ah, yet another big disappointment this week. Yesterday to be precise. A really big one. After two and a half days at World Vision, I was let go. To say I was in over my head is an understatement. I had no idea the complexity and sophistication of the computer call center system. At my exit interview I was told that 3 out of 10 trainees never graduate from the training program. This has been a hard blow. They had the need to let me go, yes, it was certainly justifiable, as I am just not that savvy on complex triple program systems being used all at once and bouncing back between the three just to clock out for break or end a phone call. Just clocking in and filling out a time sheet there you have to go through about 18 steps. I just am not that keen and quick of a learner and the training does not allow for you to learn at any pace other than FAST!!! With the exception of one other gal, everyone else was 20-30 years younger than I. The youngest ones got everything right off the bat, but have vast more computer experience than I do. Which leads me to wonder how it came to be that they hired me. I guess it doesn't matter, because what's done is done.

Even though I knew the second day that I would was not qualified for this job, losing the job after only 2 days was like being in an escalator at the top floor of a building, and free falling down to the basement. The disappointment is great. Working for such an organization gave new meaning and purpose to my work, or what would have been my work. I wanted to do something to make a difference in the lives of children and families who are less fortunate than I, and to do it in the name of Christ. The second day, a dear little Finnish gal in my training class kept inviting me outside during breaks and lunch where we would walk and pray, walk and pray. She was struggling as I was. I hope she is able to finish.

When I woke up yesterday morning I had a sore throat and knew something was coming on. Then of course my day went south at work. So this morning I awoke to a head cold. I slept most of the day, but eventually had to go to Costco to do a couple of important things. It perked me up a wee bit, but when I got home I opened my mailbox to find a brightly colored gift catalogue from World Vision. I left it in the mailbox, counted to 10 and went into my house. Taking orders for the gift catalogue was going to be my primary duty at WV when training was done. Sigh!

Sitting on the pity pot is not healthy. I detest self-pity. It shows complete ingratitude toward God. Sadly, though, I have been sitting on the pity pot a bit since this all happened. I know I have much to be grateful for, tons and tons of stuff. But I am very sad, disappointed, and even a little angry (not sure why, just am). So, I guess I fall in with everyone else...I am human. That does not mean I am going to wallow. Each day will get better and my phone has been ringing off the hook today with precious friends who only want to call and tell me they love me and to keep the faith.

SO, God, I am very grateful for the friends you have given me. I know there is something to learn from this experience and hope to get out of my own way so I can see what that is. Today as I sit in my little office in my humble abode, with the rain pouring out my window and my little space heater on, I am thankful for the roof over my head and the electricity to keep me warm. I am better off than most of the world's women and children in third world countries. There are other things I can do in this life to help others. Thanks be to God we always have hope in Him and that He knows His plans for us. Disappointments may come and go, joy and gladness as well. But God never changes. He is the same yesterday, Today, and forever. That's the one thing I can count on.

The Most Amazing Work Day Ever

2010-10-11T20:43:00.000-07:00

Today was an amazing day. Started my first day at World Vision. Of course we start with three weeks of intensive training. So, the trainer says, "before we get started, let's have a word of prayer." At noon, every World Vision office on two campuses (there are many offices) stops what they are doing (computers and phones automatically shut down) and all employees spend 25 minutes participating in what they refer to as "devos." In other words, each office has someone lead a devotion. And of course it ends in prayer. Today, they told us, was a little different. Last week, they sent out several million prayer request sheets to all donors and sponsors of World Vision. More than a million came back. So, each person in my department (the call center) was handed ten personal prayer requests. Each prayer request had an address sticker on it of the person who sent in the request (the donor or child sponsor). So we went to our individual desks and prayed for our requests one at a time. Each time we finished praying for a request, we took off the address label and affixed it to a post card informing the donor that we personally prayed for their request. Now, to keep it personal, I had to sign each postcard with my signature and we are allowed to add a little something if we want, such as God bless you. Iwrote Prov. 3:5-6. What an awesome way to spend 25 minutes of a work day. As soon as we were finished, we left for an hour lunch.

There are so many wonderful people working for World Vision that I met today. There were 10 of us being trained today. One gal was from Kenya, Africa, another from Finland, and another from some Spanish speaking country. Their personal history was fascinating. All of the trainees are God fearing, born-again Christians who love the Lord. How refreshing to talk about church, faith, etc. instead of complaining about management and unpleasant customers (I know, I was guilty of that in my last job). As a matter of fact, you are in deep trouble if you are caught discussing anyone, no matter how unpleasant or difficult they were, to anyone else on the premesis.

Security is very, very tight. You can't enter any door without a special card through a laser beam. Even the restrooms have a special code to get in. No cell phones are even to be seen. The only time you are permitted to use a cell phone is if you are on break or lunch in the lunch room, or outside the building. The corridors are not allowed. You will be dismissed if you fail to comply.

The first thing the HR person said today before she handed us over to the trainer is that our job is going to be very, very (yes, she added two "very's) difficult and quite frustrating at times, and they have very high standards and expectations for everyone at all times. It should be that way of course anywhere you work, but I have never had a first day where they emphasized this so strongly. The code of conduct is quite high, as you might imagine for a Christian organization. Basically, they go by the "What would Jesus do?" code of conduct.

They were right. The job is going to be hard. It is not just answering phones and saying may I take your order please and filling out a form. The computer system is quite complex and a lot of multi-tasking. I did well for my first training day today though. It is the first time I have ever had a first day of work where I did not feel seized with fear and insecurity. The environment is very conducive to learning without the pressure of someone yelling at you or making you feel small. Everyone is treated the same, with the utmost respect. I think I am in "Workplace culture shock." But it is so wonderful.

Lunch is a full hour and I found out there are nature trails behind the campus and lots of employees spend their lunch hour taking nice walks or jogging.
I have spent the last year being grateful for the basic things in my life. And if I lost this wonderful job today, I would still thank God for all that I have. But...I am looking at this job not only as God's provision of a basic necessity for my life, but to me, it is the icing on the cake; an added blessing; my cake and eat it too, and to say that I am grateful is a gross understatement.

"Thanks be to God for His unspeakable gifts."

Fly Away

2010-10-06T19:17:00.000-07:00

I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest- (Psalm 55:6)

Grateful: 101 Things to be Grateful For

2010-10-06T00:51:00.000-07:00

Ripplemaker (the author of this piece on gratitude) is a woman after God's own heart. This wonderful woman is indeed making ripples in our hearts with this wonderful reminder of all we have to be grateful for.

Grateful: 101 Things to be Grateful For

Bible Study, Seniors, Pasta, and Potty

2010-10-05T20:43:00.000-07:00

Went to a bible study this morning that was full of seniors. There were three of us that were under 55. One gal I think only in her early 40's. The study was about growing old gracefully. It was fun. Wish I could continue to keep going but I start work Monday.

Had lunch at my best friends house after the study. Pasta salad with turkey.

Went into town this evening and when I got home had an announcement on my voice mail from Max telling me he did a poo poo today. I sent him a congratulatory message. He's in with the big boys now.

It reminded me of when my youngest boy was about 4 or 5. He had to go the bathroom at church so I sent my other son in his teens to take him into the boys bathroom for a change. I always brought him into the women's before. He came out with the funniest look on his face. I said, "So honey, how did you like the boys restroom?" He smiled and said, "I went pee in a sink." Yep, he was mighty proud to have used a urinal for the first time. I don't remind him of this little story. But it is a funny memory.

Another Day Observing God's Work

2010-10-01T23:45:00.000-07:00

Today I ate a lot of cheese with my "Whine". They almost called me a WAAAmbulance. Last night my bronchitis, which I have been battling for three months now, took a turn for the worse and of course this created all kinds of problems for me. How do I afford a doctor? How do I get there with a broken car? What's going to happen if....? You probably get the picture.

My friend never showed up to take me to the doctor so I called and left her a message and gently but firmly told her that if she would have just called me and let me know she couldn't make it I could have found someone else. I got a call back 15 minutes later and she was having a horrible day, horrible week, horrible month... And she really is on the edge. She is going through some horrific things right now. So she picked me up and off we went. She again recounted the details of her life the last year, month and day, and I was just starting to think of how God would like me to share His hope with her. Before I could do so she said, You know Lori, I think I need to start going to church. A year ago this never would have come out of her mouth. But this statement prepared the way for me to invite her to the Seattle Harvest Crusade. She was very interested and said she thinks her husband would be open to it. They have no where else to turn, she realizes. She is the one I first started praying for a year ago when I heard Harvest Crusade was coming to Seattle. But in telling her what would happen at the crusade, I was able to tell her about Christ. I am sick this week and don't know if I am going to make it to church, but Lord willing, I hope to be able to invite she and her husband and kids to church on Sunday.

After hearing all her heartaches and trials, which made mine look like fairy dust, I realized I had nothing to complain about. People get sick all the time. People's cars bite the dust all the time. People lose their jobs all the time. But the things she is going through are no where near as insignificant as mine. She asked me on the way if she was the only one who goes through this many serious life trials at once. I was honest and said, no, you are not the only one. But God considers everything, great and small as important. And the things she is dealing with are not your average garden variety of daily problems. But God can be by your side bringing hope, help, and comfort. You will never be alone as you feel so much now. Then I reminded her that God has been with her all this time. All she need to is reach out.

Then we reached the hospital and she dropped me off and went on to work. I am not going to rest on my laurels now and stop praying. As a matter of fact, I am going to double my efforts. Satan does not want her and her husband to find Christ. I am sure he will do his usual ploys to keep people from going to the crusade.

I am really praying that my son will be willing to go too. He is down a very dark road. We have a great relationship as far as loving each other, respecting each other most ways, and we talk about God and Christ a lot, but he puts up a wall when I get to a certain point. Even though he says and tells me a million times a week how much he loves me and loves spending time with me, when it comes to my suggesting making some changes or better choices, immediately he has some dire emergency that needs to be attended to immediately. So I take that as two things:

I don't have a clue what his life and problems are like and therefore cannot fully understand why he isn't ready yet to make those changes.
He has not gone low enough to see his need for God.

So, two other friends and I are all praying that our wayward kids will be willing to go the the crusade. Sometimes people (especially kids) will listen and respond to an objective person that their own close friends or family member. Of course in reality, they will not be listening to the speaker as much as the Holy Spirit speaking through the speaker.

Marcie and I drove all the way to Seattle this week and picked up some free materials for the crusade. The first thing we did when we got out the door to go to our cars was put on a bumper sticker. Now, I have to say that I hate bumper stickers. When you try to take them off the adhesive sticks to the car and it looks like crap. However, Ashley, the manager of the Harvest office, assured me that these did not have an adhesive on them and that they come off very nicely with no crud stuck to your bumper. I have learned from Harvest in years past, that bumper stickers have surprisingly been an effective way to draw people to the crusades. So I thought, why not. It really feels strange though to have any kind of sticker on my car. But I care more about souls than I do about making my car look a certain way. Actually, as I am writing this, it just occurred to me that if my friends omen is correct that my car's long life is over, than my poor sticker will not be seen.

Here is my gratitude list, and hopefully, it will make up for all the whining I did today. Today I am grateful for...

The Holy Spirit's amazing power to draw we sinners into the arms of Jesus.
That God has moved in the heart of my friend and is drawing her to a relationship with Him.
For my pantry with food in it.
For some very longsuffering friends who have had to drive me hither and yon the last few months.
For pastors, more specifically my pastor (hi Dan). I have been blessed in my 31 years to have had the most wonderful, God fearing, compassionate pastors imaginable. I can see had it not for the way God used them to guide me in life through their sound preaching, teaching, and counsel, that I could have very well succumbed to some very bad teachings, sin, and any other variety of things. So, love your pastor today.
A roof over my head and my landlord/friend's assurance that she will not kick me out on my ear.
For my sweet little grandkids. Ever bringing a song in my heart and a twinkle to my eyes.
For some amazing people I have made friends with through Hubpages, one of the online writing venues I work for. Their work and comments and discussions have greatly ministered to me and enriched my life.
That my persistent illness is not terminal, just very ANNOYING!
That I have the ability to bask in the precious love of Jesus and share it with others.

That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!

Old Cars, Bah Humbug

2010-09-30T13:44:00.000-07:00

Well, the ol' car overheated again today. The time is growing near for me to start work. There is a very big possibility that it has a cracked head. I don't know if that is fixable, but I guess it's time to start figuring out how I can buy another car with no money.

The Bible says in Habakkuk 3:17-18, "Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD,I will be joyful in God my Savior."

Now let me quote the Modern Colbo Translation of Habakkuk 3:17-18,

"Though my automobile does not run, and there are no funds to fix it; though my patience may soon fail, and my wallet produces little fruit; though my cupboards produce little food, and there is little in my pantry,and no money in the bank, Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior."

That being said, I am not quite as desperate as it seems. I got $100 the other day from an old friend who felt I might be in need of some money. That is designated for gas to get to work and back until I get my first paycheck, and $60 from my housekeeping job to cover my water and insurance bills, and another $100 to cover the $63 deficit in my checking account and to cover the bounce fee I am going to get from a check someone sent me. Money goes fast doesn't it. But it's money well spent.

I already have a line on two cars. Nothing is definite and I still have to figure out how I am going to pay for them. My paychecks will be spent quickly to catch up on two and a half months back rent, some debts I have not been able to pay, blah, blah, blah. But you know, I am hardly going off the deep end with stress. In spite of all the woes I have had this past five months, God has been very, very, good to me. I am very, very, rich.

My Article on Mental Illness in the Church

2010-09-29T16:01:00.001-07:00

My Article on Common American idioms

2010-09-29T15:52:00.001-07:00

O Fall Glorious: Autumn Poems and Photographs

2010-09-26T20:30:00.000-07:00

O Fall Glorious: Autumn Poems and Photographs

World Vision - Child trafficking and exploitation

2010-09-25T02:24:00.000-07:00

World Vision - Child trafficking and exploitation

New and Hopefully Improved

2010-09-25T02:00:00.000-07:00

Made a few changes today on this blog. Added some more favorite websites, added a feature to link those who are interested to a video and website about how to know God. There are some new posts with a promo about the upcoming Harvest Seattle Event where they will be having a three day series of top name Christian artist concerts and special speaker Greg Laurie with three messages about God. Have a look around, all one or two of you who read this silly little blog.
And just for the record, I am not a Greg Laurie groupie, but his Harvest event is coming up so I am promoting it pretty heavily on FB and Blogger. If you are a believer, come and bring your friends and family members who are not believers. If you are not a believer in Jesus Christ, come, it's free, you get to see a great concert, hear a simple message about God by a dynamic speaker.

Other than that, nothing new and interesting. Later dudes.

Greg Laurie: Harvest Seattle 4:00 Promo

2010-09-25T01:37:00.000-07:00

New Day for Children Introduction

2010-09-24T23:36:00.000-07:00

Yahoo! I'm a Working Stiff Again

2010-09-20T21:39:00.000-07:00

Over the last five months I have been doing a lot of this.

And I have done my best to do this.

And today God opened a door...

And now I am going to be back into the workforce by working here

And my heart is overflowing with joy and gratitude like this.

All my friends and family are joining me in doing this...

Right now I feel like this

And truth be told, I am up here like my friend Andy

I kept this most of the time.

Now my burden is gone and I feel like this

But those who wait on the LORD Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint. (Is. 40:31)

Thanks for all your prayers!

The Trouble Maker

2010-09-16T17:48:00.000-07:00

I am not one of those people who finds the devil behind every door, but I do believe he's real, and that when God is about to move, Satan goes into hyper drive, seeking to cause havoc, turmoil, stress, fear, and sickness with the intention to steal the Lord's blessings away from his people. Tomorrow I am going to go away for three days to a women's retreat with our denomination. The camp has the largest group to ever occupy the camp. The speaker is a power house and whenever I hear her speak, her words stick with me for years. God uses her in a mighty way. So she has over 400 women sacrificing a weekend away from life (kids, husbands, work, etc.) to listen to what the Lord has to say through her.

I decided to be a part of the prayer team when an email came through last week saying they needed a few ladies to help in prayer teams. I can do that I thought, and I love to pray for people so I wrote back and said sign me up. I figured most of our praying duties (poor choice of words) would be when we got there. But, it seems that Lucifer is not a happy camper (no pun intended) with this retreat coming up. I have had quite a few prayer requests come in for the wonderful hard working women who are trying to organize and work to make this a well run, wonderful experienced retreat. A prayer request came in for the registrar I believe it was, who asked for prayer at 4 a.m just as she was going to bed, so she could sleep 2 hours before going to work. Her car was overheating and she has been working feverishly all night to make sure every woman has a place to sleep, juggling room assignments, etc. There have been several of these requests.

I have been looking forward to this retreat for weeks. Last Sunday in the ER I kept saying to Marcie, I hope I can be well enough to go to retreat. All week long things have been piling up on me. Life, you know, just stuff. My moods have been like a pendulum. Last night I went to bed with a mental list of all the important things I needed to do today to go on the retreat. I was worried how I would be able to get them all done. I was in a great mood today when I woke up for about 1 hour. But new stuff came up and old stuff rose up and I spend most of the day in bed full of anxiety and a sense of overwhelming. The only thing I got done today is my laundry. Nothing else out of all those 1000 things got done, and for the life of me, I cannot even remember what they were. Then I was whining over the email to my friend feeling sorry for myself for having bad things happen all week and I realzied I had to come up with a little devotional to share one morning at retreat. I sat at the couch thumbing through the psalms praying about what God might want to say to me and the laides who show up for the prayer meeting, I tagged some things, but I just couldn't feel a definite yea or nay from God. I fell asleep again. I woke up later to my phone ringing. A friend whose life is falling apart called to tell me her woes. Then I talked to my best friend who is a godsend at times like this. We just chatted about life. We laughed, we were serious, we were silly, and I felt a little better. But it is now 6:11 pm and I still don't have a devotional. I probably would have if I weren't sitting here writing a blog post that is in the vast scheme of things (actually in small scheme of things too)unimportant. It is just my processing my stuff. It probably belongs in a journal not a blog. But just to say that everytime God is going to do something big, like at a retreat, the devil does his best to rain on our parade, and even do us harm. I take comfort in the verse that says Greater is He who is in you, than he that is in the world. So, I am off to seek God. Pray for me if you have a mind...oops, I said that to my friend the other day and she was jokingly offended. I know you have a mind, but please all of us Ladies of the North Pacific Conference could use your prayers.

A Day to Remember

2010-09-12T22:09:00.000-07:00

If you had told me a few days ago what today would be like, I would be a tad surprised, but maybe not so much after all. Nonetheless, it was a day to remember. For weeks I have been anxiously waiting for this day because my and our whole churches good, dear friend Andy, (in the photo, he loves climbing mountains, so this is a good shot) who used to be our pastor a few years back, was returning for a visit to share with us the new and exciting ministry he started and has been involved in for the last 2 or so years.

When I got to church I was pretty tired, but, yada, yada, what else is new. Been struggling all summer with the worst allergies I have ever experienced, and have probably gone through an estimated 100 rolls of TP at my desk (I even carry a roll in my purse)in the last couple of months. Been through two rounds of antibiotics with little results. So for the last couple of weeks, I have been wheezing, hacking, blowing, blowing, wheezing, hacking...you get the picture. To top off all this barrel of fun, I lost my inhaler. So my lungs sing to me all through the night and cough into my sleeve so often, that I have taken to patching them (okay, I lied, I am just trying to make a point). So big deal, everyone gets sick.

So we enjoyed a wonderful worship time and we all enjoyed our special stop everything and greet your neighbor, which at my church, lasts longer than the pastors sermons. I am sure that doesn't mean anything Dan. Just a coinkidink. I said hello to Andy and sat down and listened with rapt attention to Andy's message.

Andy has a ministry called Mosaics. It is a ministry to Muslims and it seems the Spirit is really moving. His ministry is establishing friendships with Muslims, not only here in the beautiful northwest, but all around the world. By creating friendship relationships, and establishing trust, it has opened the door to healing between the Muslims and Christians he engages with, and to share the good news of Jesus Christ with our Muslim friends, without slapping them around with the bible and the venom that so many Americans and Christians have towards Muslims. Now, while I don't ever recall hating a Muslim, or Muslims as a religious/cultural group, I have been guilty of fear and stereotyping. I learned so much today. It cleared some things up for me. On the same token, Andy has taken the time to listen to their beliefs in a friendly, respectful manner. I have found in my own personal life, that that is the only way to share Christ with anyone. If you don't know what they believe, and you don't care, you are not going to effectively lead them to Christ, or show them the love of Christ. I believe somewhere in maybe Timothy, Paul says to share the gospel with gentleness and respect (paraphrase). Sharing the gospel with people is very, very, very important. We should do it because we love the lost. We should not just tell them about God's love, but we should be God's love to them. 1 Corinthians says it best, If I have not love, I am a banging gong and a clanging symbol. Yada yada. Christ did not witness to the woman at the well to win a convert and earn another badge on his tunic. He loved her as no one ever had, and he wanted her to know it, and live it, and share it with others. I think Andy is loving Muslims to Christ, as well as telling them what he believes and why. Actions speak louder than words.

Andy told some moving stories about his experiences with the Muslims. A Muslim friend invited him to speak at the mosque service, where Andy told them about the gospel. Afterward, there was food and fellowship, love and graciousness, hugs and kisses (which made the Scandinavian Andy a bit out of his comfort zone), and they talked until midnight wanting to hear more from him.

At one Muslim Christian event, a fiery Baptist preacher who once hated and feared Muslims, preached with true love and care to his Muslim friends and unbelievably, the Grand Mufti (kind of the pope, or big Kahuna of Islam) embraced the guy and could not say enough good things about what he heard and saw in preachers message and loving presence there that day.

We also learned some Muslim facts at the service and I was so moved about the whole message, that when we were closing in prayer, or maybe it was the benediction, tears were slipping out of the corner of my eyes.

One thing I have not mentioned is, that during the service, I started feeling a bit unwell, nothing distinct except for feeling very tight and short of breath. I found D, a fellow asthma sufferer, who just happened to have a brand new inhaler in her purse and gave it to me because she had two more brand new ones at home. I thought the day was saved. I sucked up three lungs full of albuterol, had coffee and cookies and waited for a chance to talk to Andy. As time flew by, I knew I was a little more under the weather than I thought, I felt like I was going to faint, so I went home to rest. And come hell or high water, I was going to go see Andy's lecture at the community center at 4. I walked in the door and realized I might need a ride to the lecture. I left my phone at a friends house in GH, so I drove back to the church with drop of gas I had left, and was going to see if someone would take me at 4. As I got out of my car, I realized I probably needed medical attention. So, Marcie and I went off to ER, praying all the while we would get out of there in time to make the lecture. Well, I wasn't even in the cubicle yet and they were all over me doing this, asking questions, doing that. I had a breathing treatment going in probably 10-15 minutes if that. My side had been tight and sore all day so they decided to do a chest x-ray. So, they wheeled my gurney into x-ray and when I stood up against the x-ray thingy, my body went weak, my legs started giving in, and things started to get kind of starry then kind of faded. He sat me back down and i managed to stay conscious the second time around. Scared me to death and I started thinking all these horrible things that could be wrong with me. More breathing treatment, a repeat blood test, an egg salad sandwich and OJ later, I was released with a half dozen prescriptions, and no diagnoses other than the combination of severe allergy and a wicked weeks long bout with acid reflux had created my problem. I still felt terrible, but I could breathe pretty well so off we went, and we arrived, much to my disappointment, at Andy's lecture about 35 minutes late. But again, learned some pretty interesting things which I will elaborate on in another post because all of a sudden I realize it is 11pm, I need to suck on my inhaler again, and I am going to fall of my chair if I don't get to bed. I realize that this post is not real, shall we say, coherent, kind of rambling, but I am sure you will forgive me, as I have been oxygen deprived a bit today. Ha ha.

Lord willing, I will wake up tomorrow to live another day and share more coherently about my day today. Goodnight.

A Pictoral Review of my Day Yestderday

2010-09-09T23:30:00.000-07:00

Started the day with this
Then this
along with this
While I did this.

Soon, I tried doing this
And while I was doing this I started worrying about thisThus began a battle between these
While they were doing that, I felt like this
Then God won by doing this to the evil one
So I said AMEN! and went on to do this
Followed by this
When I was done cleaning, I ate something similar to this for lunch
When I was done with that, I talked on this for quite a while
When I got done I started worrying abou this again
And then these two started up again
God won again so I decided to do this
So I tried to write on my blog and apply for a job or two with this
I decided I needed to do this and enjoyed it very much
When I woke up I felt like this
I was also hungry, so I enjoyed a fine nutritious meal of this
and a couple of these
I felt some stirrings in my spirit and read this again
and wrote a few things.Then I needed a breather and went for a walk with Nellie
As you can see, my final act of the day was to put together this stupid little pictoral review of my day...as if you care. But it was fun and got me mind off of this
As get ready to to this
I am going to take a moment to do this

to say thanks to

I leave you with these words: "Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly beyond all that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us, to Him be the glory..."

Random stuff, on a random day, by random me

2010-09-09T14:55:00.000-07:00

Feeling really anxious and down the last few days. When I get up in the morning and head to my computer to look for jobs I get a huge knot in my gut. I can only stand job hunting for a very, very short time. It seems like I have applied for everything but brain surgeon, rocket scientist, and garbage man (I do have my limits). Getting an article done is painstaking. Writing this blog is an effort. Well, I think this is a good time for a gratitude list. Here goes: I am thankful...

1. That Max has a new possible brother living in his home now. Nicholas, a blond, blue eyed sweetie. He is in Scott and Jenn's custody as a foster child with the intent to adopt. Things are going splendidly.
2. That I woke up this morning.
3. That I put on my shoes and socks (It would really be a bummer not to have shoes and socks).
4. That I had a great glass of OJ this morning (could not live without it).
5. That Jesus died for my sins and rose again so that I could have eternal life (wish I was there right now).
6. That I can take a nap in a few minutes.
7. That I am breathing.
8. That my cupboards and refrigerator are well stocked.
9. That I have a good supply of medication to keep me well.
10. That I didn't succumb to the coffee temptation today.
Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Lastly, I am trying to write an article about Common American idioms. For all one of you who read my blog, got any favorite idioms? If so, let me know, and I will add it to my list to research.

That's it for today. I am on computer overload right now and must be off to my nap. Remember the days when we thought a good long nap was only for old people who don't have a life anymore? I am here to tell all of you who think like that napping for us old people is a huge blessing in our lives and the rest we get re energizes us so we can keep up with you young'uns.

PS the photo is of Max who dressed up and grew a goutee to impress his new brother.

Keith Green - Altar Call

2010-09-04T13:49:00.000-07:00

Let all heavem and earth rejoice. Weep no more, rejoice that Christ is died for you.

Copyright Infringement...AAARRRGGGHHH!!!

2010-09-04T00:28:00.000-07:00

I often peruse the web to make sure my articles are not reused on other websites without my express permission. The articles I write for suite101 are all copyrighted to me. Well, today I found three of my articles reposted without my permission. Apparently, this is a very big, and common problem. Suite, being the professionals they are, have someone to help you with such issues, and a link to a legal website that handles these kinds of problems. So I wrote some letters to the administrators, or their webhosts and kindly, but firmly informed them of their sin, and gave them a list of actions they must take to make it right.

I must say, though, that in a way it's all very flattering. They have found my articles to be informative, interesting, helpful, and well written enough to post them in their websites. One was an online news site. However, it is not nice when they don't ask to use it, and don't always put my name or link to it. Ah well, we'll see how they respond.

Went to the dr. today and found out I have sinusitis and bronchitis. Yippee! A bottle of antibiotics will hopefully douse it out. Off to bed. Later.

GOSPEL WORMS Psalm 22-6

2010-08-27T15:29:00.000-07:00

I found this today and rather liked it. In fact, I enjoyed it very much. Hope you do too.
GOSPEL WORMS Psalm 22-6

Update on Adoption

2010-08-24T10:08:00.000-07:00

Here is an update on the adoption process my Son Scott and his wife Jenn are going through. In a previous post, I told of their wait for a couple of little ones, I believe they were brother and sister. It turned out that they placed the babies in another home because their emotional needs were so great that they wanted to place them in a home without other children. They were very much at peace about it and are now still waiting. Waiting is really hard. But Scott and Jenn are patient people. They know God and know he will bring the right child to them in HIS time. Please pray for Jenn at this time as she is going through some difficult health problems.

The Cardboard Testimonies

2010-08-23T12:11:00.000-07:00

Could not get through this dry-eyed. Oh the Wonderful transforming power of our God!

The Cardboard Testimonies

My Redeemer Lives - Team Hoyt

2010-08-20T16:15:00.000-07:00

New Writing Venues: Check it Out

2010-08-20T15:53:00.000-07:00

I am now writing for the Hub, another online writers network. I will actually have three hubs: Inspirational Christian Devotions, Help and Resources for the Mentally Ill (not up and running yet), and one on Book Reviews (also not up and running yet). I like this particular network as the rules and guidelines are much looser and allow for a lot more creativity and I can share personal experience, thoughts, and opinions (within reason)openly. I catagorized my devotional site under the Christianity, Jesus, the bible: devotionals subject. That means I can write about Christianity as truth. Yay! I am still going to write for suite 101 as I am still under contract, and I do like writing for them. Suite is a professional company with professional standards and guidelines, run by professionals, therefore, it will be good for my portfolio, hone my writing skills, and give me greater exposure. The writing there is challenging and I am enjoying for them very much.
The first published devotional is available so if you want to check it out have at it. It is actually a recycled devotional I published in our church newsletter, the Church Mouse. I like writing it because of what I was experiencing at the moment I wrote it. I was feeling God's abundant joy and grace after a long two year bout of depression. I don't plan however to provide all recycled stuff. What would be the point?

My God bless you and keep you.

Bring the tithes into the storehouse: Actions speak louder than words!

2010-08-15T13:14:00.000-07:00

photo by Monochrome
Wow! I don't know if any of you have ever heard James McDonald preach, but he is a powerhouse, bible-expositing, Holy Spirit-filled preacher. Everytime I hear him preach, something in my life changes, either by coming to a deeper understanding of God and his will for my life, or being brought to repentance and making a major change in my life. Today he preached at Harvest Christian fellowship and I watched via webcast. And I have to say, I was very convicted in regard to tithing. Not so much that I found out I should be doing it, or that God will bless me if I do, or that this is the one place in the bible where he tells us to test him in this one thing, but I learned more than any of these, just how important a test it is to my faith, how important it is to my relationship with God, how important it is to worship God, and how what I do with my money speaks for who is God in my life.

In the beginning of the sermon, McDonald asks all several thousand parishioners to get out their wallets and hold their wallets in one hand, and their bibles in the other hand, and sit like that through the whole sermon. He points out that so often we Christians separate in our mind and actions money from God. So holding them both in hand during the message, they will mentally and spiritually "get it" that they are very much connected. What we do or do not do with our money speaks volumes as to who comes first in their lives. GULP!!!

When I was married, my husband was not a believer, therefore, his idea of passing the plate around in church meant throwing in a buck. It pained me greatly that I could not tithe. On occasion I would get a job outside the home and told my husband right up front, I am going to tithe this money. It was with my whole heart, filled with gratitude and love for God, to give him what belonged to him.

After the divorce and I was on my own, I was tickled pink that I could tithe and did so with a thrill in my soul every time the basket came around. No, I am not tooting my own horn and letting you know what a good little two shoes I was. I share that to say, my heart was in the right place, I was full of faith, and gratitude, and worship.

Then I got very sick in my soul. In the last few years, my giving has slowly dwindled to where I hardly every give anything. Oh, it pains me to say it. Last summer, when I was still working, I got a $3.50 per hour raise, and my giving went down instead of up. Now tell me, who was on the throne in my life?

I regularly make gratitude lists on this blog, and indeed meant every word I said. I thank God in my prayers for a million things in my life. But today, after hearing this sermon, I realize that my gratitude is best expressed by my actions. Sure, I am not working now except a few cleaning jobs. But only once, since I lost my job have I given from my meager earnings. And even then, it was not a full 10%. Today, I want to step out in faith and show God, not just tell him, that I love him, and am grateful to him, through my giving.

If we are spiritually dry, lukewarm, money and job is not going right, God's blessings seem to have dwindled in our life, it might do well to examine our lives in the area of giving and ask ourselves, "who is Lord of my life?" "Who have I had faith in?" "Who and what has priority in my life?" From this day forward, it is my prayer that I will show God my faith in him, and my gratitude to him, and my love for him, by tithing to him what is his. No matter how little, how much, how many bills I have to pay or cannot pay, even if I didn't tithe, to give what is due God. Actions speak louder than words. It is time to start putting my money where my mouth is.

Max's evil twin just arrived from Guatemala

2010-08-12T17:06:00.000-07:00

Two Men Who Have Made a Differnce

2010-08-10T14:44:00.000-07:00

A father I know, a wonderful man who has made a diffence in many lives, lost his 17 year old daughter the other day in a tragic accident. I can't even imagine what that feels like. But what a powerful thing to see people surround him with love, calling him every day, praying for him, and a multitude of other tangible ways of support.

Another dear man, wonderful friends he and his wife are to me, has been struggling with cancer for quite sometime. I only found out recently and was very surprised because not only does he look the picture of health, but there is a perpetual smile on his face. His wife says the only time he isn't smiling is when he sleeps. This man is probably one of the kindest, most compassionate men I have ever known. He has helped many, many people, not only by his kindnesses and understanding, but just by being who he is. I admire him greatly and look forward to seeing he and his wife twice a week. Today I found out his cancer is terminal. He and his wife have known this for some time, but I didn't and I felt like I was kicked in the stomach when I heard. He never lets on he is suffering. He continues to show up, week after week with a smile on his face, and exhibiting selfless care to others. He is someone I would like to be like, although utlitmately Jesus is my primary model (oh, how I fall short).

I am praying for these two men today. I don't believe these two men know Christ, but they both believe in God in their own way. The second man has shared that he is almost a Christian. They have touched so many lives by sharing themselves. May God grant them peace, strength, and grace. And may they come to know the risen Christ through their difficult journey's. Amen!

Another job interview

2010-08-05T16:50:00.000-07:00

Yesterday's interview was at the YMCA as a party coordinator. Today's interview was for a merry maid. Wonder what I'm going to be when I grow up!

Job interview

2010-08-03T16:13:00.000-07:00

Job interview @ 1:00 tomorrow. Film @ 11 (tomorrow). Prayer please.

New Arrival(s)?

2010-08-01T15:05:00.000-07:00

My son Scott and his wife Jenn have been in the adoption process for quite some time now. They are ready to be placed with a child. Today I read on facebook that they are being considered for two babies possibly. Apparently Scott tried to call me and tell me about it, but I was too busy (shame on me) to get back to him right away (sorry Scott). I am praying little Max will make a good adjustment whoever comes to be his new sibling. He has been the focus of his father, mother, and everyone else for 3 years now.

Praying also for Jenn and Scott to make the adjustment successfully too. Especially Jenn who will be home with more than one child. But they are a godly Christian family and are awesome parents. Bless you guys. Mom's praying for you.

Fickle Weather

2010-07-30T11:24:00.000-07:00

So, the last three days have brought more strange weather. We wake up to cold, gray, even a little drizzle, weather, and by 1:pm it's bright, sunny, 80 degrees. So this is the way my wardrobe metamorphoses during a day:

Wake up:
Throw on hooded sweatshirt with bathrobe tightly closed over it.

Make hot coffee and drink it:
bathrobe allowed to open naturally. My innards are warming up.

Take shower:

Put on Jeans, long sleeve or three quarter sleeved shirt and denim jacket. Socks and athletic shoes.

Get in the car to go to town:
Car is warm, jacket off. Windows remain in the up position.

Get to town, sun is peeking through:
Still a bit cool outside away from the car, so Jacket goes back on.

Go to meeting.
Come out to brilliant blue skies, radiant sunshine, 80 degree temp, and balmy breeze.

Go to my car and open the trunk:
Remove a summer shirt from the trunk, summer shoes, and go into a restroom and change.

Go back to the trunk:
Place jacket and long sleeved shirt, socks and athletic shoes into trunk.

Do stuff all day in town. Meeting gets over at 6:30:
go to trunk, remove and put on jacket. A slight coolness settling in.

Go home, house has been locked up all day and thermometer reads 80 degrees.
Take off jacket, open windows.

Write at my desk until 2a.m.:
Pajamas and Jacket. Close windows.

Go to bed:
Winter blanket, wear sweatshirt to bed.

Wake up...

Jane of All Trades

2010-07-28T08:50:00.000-07:00

I apologize for my manic ramblings yesterday. I deleted it for such personal information.

I did go for a lovely walk with Marcie yesterday though. Before I drove away from her house, I checked my messages. There was a call from someone who received my resume and had more questions. I wasn't quite sure which company it was. She talked fast and I didn't quite catch the name. So I called her and I had this really wonderful phone interview. She seemed to respond to my answers very positively. But then...she said, "I just have to stop right here and let you know that this position is strictly commission." DRAT! I thanked her for letting me know and that that indeed made a difference. I told her I don't have enough sales experience to rely only on commission. I am kind of glad though cause I just can't see me selling insurance. What was I thinking. I guess I am desperate.

I was sharing with a friend yesterday that the other day when I spent 12 hours job searching that I applied for such a wide variety of jobs that it kind of strikes me funny. I applied for:
Insurance sales
house cleaner
bank teller
reporter
a temporary magazine writer
dining services for UW
customer service at a fabric and craft store (I hate sewing)
customer service at Lowes Hardware
Those are just to name a few. I had to make a whole new resume for the writing jobs too. What a hassle.

Today I am going to be out and about also. Spending so much time at home is not necessarily a good thing for me. Might as well get away and get some of my physical energy expended.