Tuesday, May 29, 2012
When I had granchildren, I realized what a treasure trove of stories I had missed out on because I didn't keep an orderly record of the funny things my children said and did. I remember lots of those episodes and do have some jotted down on anything I could get my hands on at the moment. Some are on torn out tablet pages, some on the backs of envelopes, even some on a scrap of unknown origin. I made a promise to myself that I'd keep an orderly record in a journal of the funny things my grandchildren said and did. I have been faithful to that promise. Here is the journal I used.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
When Tuesdays roll around, I usually am at a loss what to blog about. This morning I prayed about it. This is what the Lord impressed upon me to share. It is actually from a little devotional booklet that I use every day, called OUR DAILY BREAD. It's amazing to me how these little lessons are often so "right on". They seem to apply directly to something I need to hear or to know, exactly right then. The devotion for each day has a scripture portion along with a life illustration. Today, the scripture was Isaiah 43:1-4. The life lesson that was the other half of today's devotion, was shared by a husband whose wife had a very difficult pregnancy. She became weaker and weaker. There was danger that he would lose both his wife and newborn child. The promise in this scripture was a great comfort to him at that time - just knowing that the Lord was there with him, had not abandoned him - knew what was happening in his life. At one time in my life, the Lord made this portion of scripture very personal and real to me. I was a new believer at the time and didn't even know there was an Isaiah 43. But, somehow, He took me there and showed me His heart and it lifted me out of a very scary place. There were several times in my life (before I was a believer) where I was so frightened that I literally couldn't think straight. During those fearful times, I didn't eat, had no appetite (for me this is VERY unusual), just moved about on "automatic pilot". Nothing registered in my mind. My mind was so focused on what I feared. Drove places and had no memory of how I got there. As a new believer, again walking through a dark place once again, I had confidence that I never had before. I KNEW the Lord was with me, He was carrying me and I was lifted. I mean, I, literately FELT, lifted up. I did not feel that disconnected effect I had in the past. It's never returned. I had a vision of what these experiences looked like. As an unbeliever, walking through these kinds events, I felt like I was drowning, in dark, swirling, murkey water up to my shoulders and rising. After I was rescued, walking through some of the same kinds of events, I saw myself running through ankle deep, clear, refreshing water. All the while splashing like a child in a kiddie pool.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
When Sammy visits Grammy, we usually include a visit to the canal. I'm speaking of the Erie Canal, built in 1825 and opening up points west to economic development. The canal cut the cost of transportation by 95% and was a monumental feat of engineering with its locks to move the water through varying elevations. The canal brought goods and services from Albany NY to Buffalo NY, a distance of 363 miles. The barges were pulled by mules which walked along the canal banks pulling their precious cargo. None of this means a hill of beans to Sammy though. To her, it's a wonderful place to visit because there's an ice cream store that sells fresh homemade icecream................plus she gets to feed the ducks who make their home in the canal's waters. Grammy empties her cupboards of every half finished bag of crackers, pretzels, gold fish, stale bread, cereal, etc. and we set out for the canal. We usually run out of our own duck food and end up buying some from the shops along the canal. Sammy runs like a tornado along the banks, bag of "duck food" in hand, shouting to her sister, "c'mon Megan, there's a thousand pieces of duck". (This is the terminology Sammy uses to describe a huge amount of anything)
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
A couple weeks ago my brother and sister-in-law came to visit for a couple days. He's a semi-retired radiologist and had a week of freedom from reading x-rays. They arrived on Tuesday at lunchtime. We headed directly for Wegman's for lunch. Strange to eat at a grocery store. You usually buy food there and bring it home to prepare it and have meals. But Wegman's offers something extra. During lunch hour there's a section right in the front of the store where a chef with a huge hot grill does his act from 11:30 until 2:30 every day. It's always a surprise what lunch is going to be. The Tuesday afternoon we went it was a Greek gyro. The main ingredient is that wonderful combination of beef and lamb that is used for gyros. Then the "fixin's" are all your choice. Lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and tzizicki sauce. If you don't like one, just say so, if you like a lot of one, again, just say so. It's made to order. We took our lunch up the elevator (an elevator in a grocery store??????) We ate on the balcony overlooking the shopping area. Nirvana......... While we were visiting with the chef, we told him we were hoping that today would be the day for Philly cheese steaks. He said, "no, that's tomorrow". So, naturally, lunch on Wednesday would also be at Wegman's. I'll leave the rest of our adventures for another post and get to the point of this post, which is a house tour. My brother loves to shoot, shoot, shoot with his smart phone. He walked through my house shooting pictures. He sent me all the pictures of our very busy two and a half day mini vacation and I made him a paper bag scrapbook as a remembrance. Come along with me on a tour of my home.............