Precious Memories


Life is full of precious memories.

Since 1965 Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers has been one of my favorite songs, and my youngest son, even in his teens, was aware of this. He was born in 1967.

At his wedding in 2000 he chose this song as the mother and son dance. As you can guess, I was very touched.

I just heard the song yesterday, after a long time, and it brought tears to my eyes as I recalled one of my most precious memories, dancing with my youngest son at his wedding to his thoughtful choice of my favorite song. I hope you have the luxury of recalling some precious memories today. Happy Saturday.

Good News and Bad News


This month, November, one of my dear friends of many years lost her sister at age fifty-nine.

In September of this year this same friend’s mother died.

In November of 2019, less than a year before her mother, her father was the first of the family to go to heaven.

That’s the bad news. (Not that they went to heaven but that they died.)

The good news is that Anna’s complete faith and trust in God is giving her the peace, comfort, strength, and stamina she needs to release her family into His loving arms, when her arms can no longer hold them.

Yes, the bad news is that my friend has lost her parents and only sister, but the good news is she has not lost her trust. Amen.

Considered Prosperity


Scripture makes mention of the fruit of the womb in Deuteronomy 28:11…The Lord will grant you abundant prosperity in the fruit of your womb.

And again in Deuteronomy 30:9…Then the Lord will make you most prosperous in the fruit of your womb.

Deuteronomy 28:4 says The fruit of your womb will be blessed.

My prosperity consists of three daughters and two sons; seven grandsons and seven granddaughters; eight great-granddaughters and four great-grandsons.

Our prosperity comes in many different ways and I consider mine to be the fruit of my womb. Whatever your prosperity, may it bless you in all ways. Happy Sunday.

A Canadian Thanksgiving


This year Thanksgiving is going to be considerably different with all the precautions being taken for Covid-19.

Families aren’t getting together in large groups, and some aren’t getting together at all.

Me, myself, and I are celebrating the day with Chinese food for one.

Does it matter if we are one person or a group of ten; if we have turkey or Chinese food?

No. Thanksgiving is for giving thanks for everything, whether together or not, whatever the meal is. And giving thanks should be a daily prayer rather than a once a year celebration.

Happy Thanksgiving, Canadians, wherever you are.

Who Needs a Hug???


I’m hoping everyone is coping as well as can be expected with isolation and social distancing. As for me, I’m in severe hug withdrawal, so am sending hugs to all my friends and family including the blogging world. Happy Saturday.

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Sunshine in a Dark Place


Although the world looks dark at the moment with all the closures, social distancing, dying, frustration, anxiety, etc., when I think of my family and friends and the closeness we can still share via social media it brings a smile to my face and hope to my heart. This little image is for all of you who light up my life.

Sharing


The best part of caring is sharing. Here is one of my great-granddaughters sharing a cookie with me on a recent visit. What makes this picture so special is that I had done the same thing with her mother with a french fry thirty-six years ago. Do your share of sharing today. Happy Saturday.

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Saying Thank You


There is always so much to be thankful for but do we always remember to give thanks? Today I am thankful for spending quality time with family for the past few days, seeing some of my precious great-grandchildren, good food, companionship, conversation, seeing selflessness in action and lots of hugs. I am renewed, restored and looking forward to worship and fellowship as I now head out to Sunday services and more opportunity for saying thank you. Happy Sunday.

There Are No Words


Yesterday I learned of the death of twenty-seven-year-old Jona Kay who died in a car accident on May 7th. Jona is the granddaughter of Butch and Bonnie Dean, fellow bloggers and lovely people.

In their own words “There Are No Words” to describe the pain and anguish this family is suffering.

No, there are no words, but each of us can find words of prayer for God’s peace and comfort for Bonnie and Butch and all of Jona’s family.

Thank you for helping to ease their pain.