PEACE
This is my first blog after a long absence due to chronic migraine. My neurologist has changed my medicine so I have been reborn from a zombie to possibly being able to think beyond the next moment.
No matter who you voted for, we know there is change coming. America is not the same. The country is deeply in debt. People feel discouraged not knowing what the future holds.
I teach a Bible Study Class of adults. I was startled to study this week’s lesson “Living in Truth.” We haven’t heard much truth during the past weeks of election campaigning. We long for truth. Just tell us what is true, so we can vote for the right man or woman. We knew what we wanted; we just didn’t know which candidate would give us what the country needed. Well, the election is over. We have the candidates that will rule our Country, State, and counties in the future. Still people don’t know which way to turn, how to plan for their future. What about their health care? Should they change their investment portfolio? What about their job? What will happen to our country?
I don’t know the answers to those questions. I only know one thing. God is in control. He made the world. He knows what is happening in the world. I trust Him. I gave my life to Him many years ago. He saved me and promised me a home in heaven when I die. I trust and believe what he said because it is in His Word, the Bible. I will not worry about tomorrow or next week or next year. I will pray to my Father in Heaven for His Will to be done. He cares about us and when we trust Him for all our tomorrows, he will take care of us. “Casting all your cares upon Him for he cares for you.(1 Peter 5:7)”
Monday, November 12, 2012
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Family Vacation continued
We got an early start the next morning, well, early for us. With many hugs and waves, we started toward Nashville, our friendly but aggravating GPS directing every turn. Early morning coffee necessitated a stop and more coffee for me.
How it happened I’ll never know but my hot (make that HOT)coffee landed on my crisp clean shirt and went right on down to my white pants. Not a drop of it landed on the seat of the car – it all soaked into the front of me. I exited the car with a gasp. Hot coffee will do that. The waitress didn’t or couldn’t say a word. My family was all sympathy and began dabbing me with napkins while I was trying to hold the hot fabric away from my skin.
After dancing around in the parking lot for fully five minutes and assuring the waitress we wouldn’t sue, we decided that since my suitcase was on the bottom on the trunk, I could wear the mess to Gatlinburg.
I will not bore you with the details of the rest of the drive. We stopped for lunch somewhere with me hiding behind one of the granddaughters before sinking into a seat in the restaurant. Maybe people thought my coffee stained shirt and pants was the new look in tourist wear. Yea sure!
We arrived in Gatlinburg in time for a quick tour of the ‘burg and steaks on the grill at the fabulous cabin the family had reserved for our stay.
Words cannot describe the beauty of the Smoky Mountains. We saw a Momma bear and twin cubs in Cades Cove; we loved the old buildings that are kept in good repair by the park service. In one place, we were amused to see a crowd gathered around a long black snake. We stayed well back from that phenomenon. Being from the Ozarks, we were all too familiar with that kind of wild life.
One evening we arrived back at our cabin to find that a bear had been clever enough to open the trash bin and scatter our trash all over the yard. The next morning we saw the culprit, scoping out the possibilities again. That is a little too close for comfort. We took his/her picture safe on our cabin deck.
The granddaughters introduced me to geocaching. I don’t think they will take me again. My comments consisted of, “You’ll catch poison ivy. Don’t stick your hand in there. There could be snakes in there. You are gonna get lost, running round the country side in strange places.”
Needless to say, our trusty GPS got us home safely and so ends our family vacation of 2011.
Family Vacation continued
Family Vacation 3
We got an early start the next morning, well, early for us. With many hugs and waves, we started toward Nashville, our friendly but aggravating GPS directing every turn. Early morning coffee necessitated a stop and more coffee for me.
How it happened I’ll never know but my hot (make that HOT)coffee landed on my crisp clean shirt and went right on down to my white pants. Not a drop of it landed on the seat of the car – it all soaked into the front of me. I exited the car with a gasp. Hot coffee with do that. The waitress didn’t or couldn’t say a word. My family was all sympathy and began dabbing me with napkins while I was trying to hold the hot fabric away from my skin.
After dancing around in the parking lot for fully five minutes and assuring the waitress we wouldn’t sue, we decided that since my suitcase was on the bottom on the trunk, I could wear the mess to Gatlinburg.
I will not bore you with the details of the rest of the drive. We stopped for lunch somewhere with me hiding behind one of the granddaughters before sinking into a seat in the restaurant. Maybe people thought my coffee stained shirt and pants was new look in tourist wear. Yea sure!
We arrived in Gatlinburg in time for a quick tour of the ‘burg and steaks on the grill at the fabulous cabin the family had reserved for our stay.
Words cannot describe the beauty of the Smoky Mountains. We saw a Momma bear and twin cubs in Cades Cove; we loved the old buildings that are kept in good repair by the park service. In one place, we were amused to see a crowd gathered around a long black snake. We stayed well back from that phenomenon. Being from the Ozarks, we were all too familiar with that kind of wild life.
One evening we arrived back at our cabin to find that a bear had been clever enough to open the trash bin and scatter our trash all over the yard. The next morning we saw the culprit, scoping out the possibilities again. That is a little too close for comfort. We took his/her picture safe on our cabin deck.
The granddaughters introduced me to geocaching. I don’t think they will take me again. My comments consisted of, “You’ll catch poison ivy. Don’t stick your hand in there. There could be snakes in there. You are gonna get lost, running round the country side in strange places.”
Needless to say, our trusty GPS got us home safely and so ends our family vacation of 2011.
We got an early start the next morning, well, early for us. With many hugs and waves, we started toward Nashville, our friendly but aggravating GPS directing every turn. Early morning coffee necessitated a stop and more coffee for me.
How it happened I’ll never know but my hot (make that HOT)coffee landed on my crisp clean shirt and went right on down to my white pants. Not a drop of it landed on the seat of the car – it all soaked into the front of me. I exited the car with a gasp. Hot coffee with do that. The waitress didn’t or couldn’t say a word. My family was all sympathy and began dabbing me with napkins while I was trying to hold the hot fabric away from my skin.
After dancing around in the parking lot for fully five minutes and assuring the waitress we wouldn’t sue, we decided that since my suitcase was on the bottom on the trunk, I could wear the mess to Gatlinburg.
I will not bore you with the details of the rest of the drive. We stopped for lunch somewhere with me hiding behind one of the granddaughters before sinking into a seat in the restaurant. Maybe people thought my coffee stained shirt and pants was new look in tourist wear. Yea sure!
We arrived in Gatlinburg in time for a quick tour of the ‘burg and steaks on the grill at the fabulous cabin the family had reserved for our stay.
Words cannot describe the beauty of the Smoky Mountains. We saw a Momma bear and twin cubs in Cades Cove; we loved the old buildings that are kept in good repair by the park service. In one place, we were amused to see a crowd gathered around a long black snake. We stayed well back from that phenomenon. Being from the Ozarks, we were all too familiar with that kind of wild life.
One evening we arrived back at our cabin to find that a bear had been clever enough to open the trash bin and scatter our trash all over the yard. The next morning we saw the culprit, scoping out the possibilities again. That is a little too close for comfort. We took his/her picture safe on our cabin deck.
The granddaughters introduced me to geocaching. I don’t think they will take me again. My comments consisted of, “You’ll catch poison ivy. Don’t stick your hand in there. There could be snakes in there. You are gonna get lost, running round the country side in strange places.”
Needless to say, our trusty GPS got us home safely and so ends our family vacation of 2011.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Family Vacation 2
Forgive me; I’m behind on relating this little saga of the family vacation. Age has a way doing that to me. There is much to relate, so please bear with me. After the granddaughters got the luggage settled, they declared no one could buy anything to take home unless they wore it home. We all promised we wouldn’t buy a thing on vacation. Fingers crossed. Everyone settled in and down the road we drove. It was fun talking and snacking and drinking. Water, we were drinking water.
As I said, our destination was Gatlinburg, TN, but son and daughter-in-law had just built a new house in Cunningham, TN and we couldn’t pass by with seeing it, could we? Of course not! Besides not visiting would be rude and if we stopped they would ask us to spend the night and save the price of a motel. We couldn’t just drop in and saw hi and by. Of course not!
But before Tennessee was lunch. Yes, I said lunch. You don’t think those snacks were lunch do you. Of course not! But could we make a decision between us? Of course not! Four women, four ideas. We decided we would have to stop at Poplar Bluff as there wasn’t much between there and Paducah. I’m not sure where they stopped. I just remember this old woman and the creaking bones when she got out of the car. “You’all go on and get a table. I’ll be there directly.” Glad I wasn’t sitting humped up on that cooler.
We will not mention the bridges that came before entering the beautiful state of KY or was it TN. I'm not really sure which state it was. Because the river was in flood stage and Grandma hates bridges especially if they have water under them. Believe me there was water under those bridges. At least I saw water when I peaked through my fingers. Note. There wasn't any bathroon until we reached Paducah either.
The kids house was truly beautiful. I will call them kids all their lives I guess. They deserve a beautiful home as they have lived in military housing for over twenty years. Son, David was off on one of his missions, as usual. But, we enjoyed a scrumptious dinner at The Catfish House. Afterward we split our sides laughing, playing the game Balderdash. Then granddaughter Kim sent us over the top with the meaning of qwif being when you jump off a cliff at the lake if you have a lisp. I think it was after that grandson Jared said he had to go to work. That is reasonable. What 19 year old wants to hang around the house at 11 p.m. with six, count ‘em six hysterical females.
Stay tuned for Family Vacation 3. We actually make it to Gatlinburg.
As I said, our destination was Gatlinburg, TN, but son and daughter-in-law had just built a new house in Cunningham, TN and we couldn’t pass by with seeing it, could we? Of course not! Besides not visiting would be rude and if we stopped they would ask us to spend the night and save the price of a motel. We couldn’t just drop in and saw hi and by. Of course not!
But before Tennessee was lunch. Yes, I said lunch. You don’t think those snacks were lunch do you. Of course not! But could we make a decision between us? Of course not! Four women, four ideas. We decided we would have to stop at Poplar Bluff as there wasn’t much between there and Paducah. I’m not sure where they stopped. I just remember this old woman and the creaking bones when she got out of the car. “You’all go on and get a table. I’ll be there directly.” Glad I wasn’t sitting humped up on that cooler.
We will not mention the bridges that came before entering the beautiful state of KY or was it TN. I'm not really sure which state it was. Because the river was in flood stage and Grandma hates bridges especially if they have water under them. Believe me there was water under those bridges. At least I saw water when I peaked through my fingers. Note. There wasn't any bathroon until we reached Paducah either.
The kids house was truly beautiful. I will call them kids all their lives I guess. They deserve a beautiful home as they have lived in military housing for over twenty years. Son, David was off on one of his missions, as usual. But, we enjoyed a scrumptious dinner at The Catfish House. Afterward we split our sides laughing, playing the game Balderdash. Then granddaughter Kim sent us over the top with the meaning of qwif being when you jump off a cliff at the lake if you have a lisp. I think it was after that grandson Jared said he had to go to work. That is reasonable. What 19 year old wants to hang around the house at 11 p.m. with six, count ‘em six hysterical females.
Stay tuned for Family Vacation 3. We actually make it to Gatlinburg.
Family Vacation 2
Forgive me; I’m behind on relating this little saga of the family vacation. Age has a way doing that to me. There is much to relate, so please bear with me. After the granddaughters got the luggage settled, they declared no one could buy anything to take home unless they wore it home. We all promised we wouldn’t buy a thing on vacation. Fingers crossed. Everyone settled in and down the road we drove. It was fun talking and snacking and drinking. Water, we were drinking water.
As I said, our destination was Gatlinburg, TN, but son and daughter-in-law had just built a new house in Cunningham, TN and we couldn’t pass by with seeing it, could we? Of course not! Besides not visiting would be rude and if we stopped they would ask us to spend the night and save the price of a motel. We couldn’t just drop in and saw hi and by. Of course not!
But before Tennessee was lunch. Yes, I said lunch. You don’t think those snacks were lunch do you. Of course not! But could we make a decision between us? Of course not! Four women, four ideas. We decided we would have to stop at Poplar Bluff as there wasn’t much between there and Paducah. I’m not sure where they stopped. I just remember this old woman and the creaking bones when she got out of the car. “You’all go on and get a table. I’ll be there directly.” Glad I wasn’t sitting humped up on that cooler.
The kids house was truly beautiful. I will call them kids all their lives I guess. They deserve a beautiful home as they have lived in military housing for over twenty years. Son, David was off on one of his missions, as usual. But, we enjoyed a scrumptious dinner at The Catfish House. Afterward we split our sides laughing, playing the game Balderdash. Then granddaughter Kim sent us over the top with the meaning of qwif being when you jump off a cliff at the lake if you have a lisp. I think it was after that grandson Jared said he had to go to work. That is reasonable. What 19 year old wants to hang around the house at 11 p.m. with six, count ‘em six hysterical females.
As I said, our destination was Gatlinburg, TN, but son and daughter-in-law had just built a new house in Cunningham, TN and we couldn’t pass by with seeing it, could we? Of course not! Besides not visiting would be rude and if we stopped they would ask us to spend the night and save the price of a motel. We couldn’t just drop in and saw hi and by. Of course not!
But before Tennessee was lunch. Yes, I said lunch. You don’t think those snacks were lunch do you. Of course not! But could we make a decision between us? Of course not! Four women, four ideas. We decided we would have to stop at Poplar Bluff as there wasn’t much between there and Paducah. I’m not sure where they stopped. I just remember this old woman and the creaking bones when she got out of the car. “You’all go on and get a table. I’ll be there directly.” Glad I wasn’t sitting humped up on that cooler.
The kids house was truly beautiful. I will call them kids all their lives I guess. They deserve a beautiful home as they have lived in military housing for over twenty years. Son, David was off on one of his missions, as usual. But, we enjoyed a scrumptious dinner at The Catfish House. Afterward we split our sides laughing, playing the game Balderdash. Then granddaughter Kim sent us over the top with the meaning of qwif being when you jump off a cliff at the lake if you have a lisp. I think it was after that grandson Jared said he had to go to work. That is reasonable. What 19 year old wants to hang around the house at 11 p.m. with six, count ‘em six hysterical females.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Family Vacation
Destination: Gatlinburg Tennessee
What could be more fun than four females on a road trip? We get along fine, I kid you not. I am blessed with family who invite me on vacation. But four of us, cooped up in a car for two days – would it work? We would make it work. My daughter and two grown granddaughters and I, planned to have an rip roaring good time without husband, father and son-in-law Greg who wisely decided to take to the back roads on his new motorcycle. And we were pleased to let him do it. He of the “Why do you want to stop for a soda? You’ll just need a rest stop. We can’t stop at every flee market, antique store you see.” And “If we are going to get to Gatlinburg we have to keep truckin.”
Needless to say, we planned to stop at every flee market, every antique store, every cute restaurant and every time one of us needed to ‘rest.’ And if he made it to the Gatlinburg cabin before us, he could shop for groceries, prepare dinner and wait for us to appear. Our battle cry was ‘of course, we’ll stop for ice cream, we’re on vacation.’
We had every type of snack invented in the car. We weren’t going to get hungry, no siree. Had them handy too. Snacks in the back seat. Snacks in the front seat. There was chocolate – oh was there chocolate. We are related remember and we have chocolate in our genes. There was twizzlers. I really haven’t figured out why people like twizzlers. They taste like flavored wax to me. But I go along with the crowd and chew and chaw like everybody else. We had crackers and cookies and M&M’s. We had water and tea. Like I said we had everything. Everything that is but room.
The Luggage Snafu
And that is where things became interesting. Four adult females on vacation have a lot of baggage. Daughter Dayna has a large luxury car with lots of luggage space but… Besides our luggage, we had a cooler of water and soft drinks and a motorcycle helmet. A motorcycle helmet? How did that get there? Well, let me explain. If any of us gypsies of the road wanted to ride on the new motorcycle, we needed a helmet. Capice? So let’s begin again: that is four suitcases, a motorcycle helmet, a cooler, and each of us had a small bag besides our suitcases. Oh come on, you didn’t expect me to get everything into one small bag did you?
We packed the trunk of the car. We unpacked the trunk of the car. We packed. We unpacked. I gave up. They packed the trunk of the car. They unpacked, they packed. They finally put the cooler in the back seat of the car. Crowded, but that made sense didn’t it? It if we wanted water or tea, it was right there. “Sure, right there, under someone’s feet.”
“Well, we will take turns sitting on that side of the back seat.”
“Grandma can’t sit back there all doubled up. She already has back trouble.” And so – age has priviledges.
Stay tuned for episode number 2 of Family Vacation coming soon.
What could be more fun than four females on a road trip? We get along fine, I kid you not. I am blessed with family who invite me on vacation. But four of us, cooped up in a car for two days – would it work? We would make it work. My daughter and two grown granddaughters and I, planned to have an rip roaring good time without husband, father and son-in-law Greg who wisely decided to take to the back roads on his new motorcycle. And we were pleased to let him do it. He of the “Why do you want to stop for a soda? You’ll just need a rest stop. We can’t stop at every flee market, antique store you see.” And “If we are going to get to Gatlinburg we have to keep truckin.”
Needless to say, we planned to stop at every flee market, every antique store, every cute restaurant and every time one of us needed to ‘rest.’ And if he made it to the Gatlinburg cabin before us, he could shop for groceries, prepare dinner and wait for us to appear. Our battle cry was ‘of course, we’ll stop for ice cream, we’re on vacation.’
We had every type of snack invented in the car. We weren’t going to get hungry, no siree. Had them handy too. Snacks in the back seat. Snacks in the front seat. There was chocolate – oh was there chocolate. We are related remember and we have chocolate in our genes. There was twizzlers. I really haven’t figured out why people like twizzlers. They taste like flavored wax to me. But I go along with the crowd and chew and chaw like everybody else. We had crackers and cookies and M&M’s. We had water and tea. Like I said we had everything. Everything that is but room.
The Luggage Snafu
And that is where things became interesting. Four adult females on vacation have a lot of baggage. Daughter Dayna has a large luxury car with lots of luggage space but… Besides our luggage, we had a cooler of water and soft drinks and a motorcycle helmet. A motorcycle helmet? How did that get there? Well, let me explain. If any of us gypsies of the road wanted to ride on the new motorcycle, we needed a helmet. Capice? So let’s begin again: that is four suitcases, a motorcycle helmet, a cooler, and each of us had a small bag besides our suitcases. Oh come on, you didn’t expect me to get everything into one small bag did you?
We packed the trunk of the car. We unpacked the trunk of the car. We packed. We unpacked. I gave up. They packed the trunk of the car. They unpacked, they packed. They finally put the cooler in the back seat of the car. Crowded, but that made sense didn’t it? It if we wanted water or tea, it was right there. “Sure, right there, under someone’s feet.”
“Well, we will take turns sitting on that side of the back seat.”
“Grandma can’t sit back there all doubled up. She already has back trouble.” And so – age has priviledges.
Stay tuned for episode number 2 of Family Vacation coming soon.
Family Vacation
Family Vacation
Destination: Gatlinburg Tennessee
What could be more fun than four females on a road trip? We get along fine, I kid you not. I am blessed with family who invite me on vacation. But four of us, cooped up in a car for two days – would it work? We would make it work. My daughter and two grown granddaughters and I, planned to have an rip roaring good time without husband, father and son-in-law Greg who wisely decided to take to the back roads on his new motorcycle. And we were pleased to let him do it. He of the “Why do you want to stop for a soda? You’ll just need a rest stop. We can’t stop at every flee market, antique store you see.” And “If we are going to get to Gatlinburg we have to keep truckin.”
Needless to say, we planned to stop at every flee market, every antique store, every cute restaurant and every time one of us needed to ‘rest.’ And if he made it to the Gatlinburg cabin before us, he could shop for groceries, prepare dinner and wait for us to appear. Our battle cry was ‘of course, we’ll stop for ice cream, we’re on vacation.’
We had every type of snack invented in the car. We weren’t going to get hungry, no siree. Had them handy too. Snacks in the back seat. Snacks in the front seat. There was chocolate – oh was there chocolate. We are related remember and we have chocolate in our genes. There was twizzlers. I really haven’t figured out why people like twizzlers. They taste like flavored wax to me. But I go along with the crowd and chew and chaw like everybody else. We had crackers and cookies and M&M’s. We had water and tea. Like I said we had everything. Everything that is but room.
The Luggage Snafu
And that is where things became interesting. Four adult females on vacation have a lot of baggage. Daughter Dayna has a large luxury car with lots of luggage space but… Besides our luggage, we had a cooler of water and soft drinks and a motorcycle helmet. A motorcycle helmet? How did that get there? Well, let me explain. If any of us gypsies of the road wanted to ride on the new motorcycle, we needed a helmet. Capice? So let’s begin again: that is four suitcases, a motorcycle helmet, a cooler, and each of us had a small bag besides our suitcases. Oh come on, you didn’t expect me to get everything into one small bag did you?
We packed the trunk of the car. We unpacked the trunk of the car. We packed. We unpacked. I gave up. They packed the trunk of the car. They unpacked, they packed. They finally put the cooler in the back seat of the car. Crowded, but that made sense didn’t it? It if we wanted water or tea, it was right there. “Sure, right there, under someone’s feet.”
“Well, we will take turns sitting on that side of the back seat.”
“Grandma can’t sit back there all doubled up. She already has back trouble.” And so – age has priviledges.
Stay tuned for episode number 2 of Family Vacation coming soon.
Destination: Gatlinburg Tennessee
What could be more fun than four females on a road trip? We get along fine, I kid you not. I am blessed with family who invite me on vacation. But four of us, cooped up in a car for two days – would it work? We would make it work. My daughter and two grown granddaughters and I, planned to have an rip roaring good time without husband, father and son-in-law Greg who wisely decided to take to the back roads on his new motorcycle. And we were pleased to let him do it. He of the “Why do you want to stop for a soda? You’ll just need a rest stop. We can’t stop at every flee market, antique store you see.” And “If we are going to get to Gatlinburg we have to keep truckin.”
Needless to say, we planned to stop at every flee market, every antique store, every cute restaurant and every time one of us needed to ‘rest.’ And if he made it to the Gatlinburg cabin before us, he could shop for groceries, prepare dinner and wait for us to appear. Our battle cry was ‘of course, we’ll stop for ice cream, we’re on vacation.’
We had every type of snack invented in the car. We weren’t going to get hungry, no siree. Had them handy too. Snacks in the back seat. Snacks in the front seat. There was chocolate – oh was there chocolate. We are related remember and we have chocolate in our genes. There was twizzlers. I really haven’t figured out why people like twizzlers. They taste like flavored wax to me. But I go along with the crowd and chew and chaw like everybody else. We had crackers and cookies and M&M’s. We had water and tea. Like I said we had everything. Everything that is but room.
The Luggage Snafu
And that is where things became interesting. Four adult females on vacation have a lot of baggage. Daughter Dayna has a large luxury car with lots of luggage space but… Besides our luggage, we had a cooler of water and soft drinks and a motorcycle helmet. A motorcycle helmet? How did that get there? Well, let me explain. If any of us gypsies of the road wanted to ride on the new motorcycle, we needed a helmet. Capice? So let’s begin again: that is four suitcases, a motorcycle helmet, a cooler, and each of us had a small bag besides our suitcases. Oh come on, you didn’t expect me to get everything into one small bag did you?
We packed the trunk of the car. We unpacked the trunk of the car. We packed. We unpacked. I gave up. They packed the trunk of the car. They unpacked, they packed. They finally put the cooler in the back seat of the car. Crowded, but that made sense didn’t it? It if we wanted water or tea, it was right there. “Sure, right there, under someone’s feet.”
“Well, we will take turns sitting on that side of the back seat.”
“Grandma can’t sit back there all doubled up. She already has back trouble.” And so – age has priviledges.
Stay tuned for episode number 2 of Family Vacation coming soon.
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