A long short story

The story, as of Sunday afternoon, October 2

FOR THOSE WHO WANT THE CLIFF NOTES, I'LL MAKE AN OUTLINE AT THE END, SO JUST SCROLL DOWN.

     Thursday morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Edd keeps insisting I must move 'home' and marry him, or at least stay at his house when I'm in town, since my house is rented out. That always makes me angry, at worst, and frustrated, at best. I mean, who does he think he is, anyway?? He gave up that option decades ago, and hasn't endeared himself to me by his repeated demands of the same over the years, no matter where I live, nor to whom I'm married.
     I've not been very faithful with my bible reading (I'm being generous) nor even the devotionals that show up in my email daily; those I tend to read the title and think “okay; got the idea” but don't delete them because “I'll read it later.” Sure. Well, for some reason that morning I read both of them. The first was Romans 12:8c he that sheweth mercy, with cheerfulness.
So, Lord, you know I'll need your help with that...and then I Cor 15:58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.
     Go see Edd, help him cheerfully, work as unto the Lord, ask him the questions about his life to justify his claim of 'being ready to die'. Carry on.
As the day went on, I was thinking about 'what if's': what if Edd has advanced cancer, and he needs someone close who can take him to the doc frequently? What if I have to move back to Jesup to do that, because no one else seems inclined to help him, nor does he seem inclined to ask him (mostly estranged) family? Basically, since I have no serious commitments anywhere (even my TX lease has a 'buy-out clause', which the manager was certain I'd be interested in) I can relocate at the drop of a hat. And could this trip by why God keeps telling me to get rid of stuff? Because if I were to move back, I wouldn't take much with me – I might, maybe, put that hitch on the car and pull a 4x8 trailer. Or I might pack what will fit in the car and one box to mail.
     Wanderlust was taking over, but there was no reason to leave before the next morning, so I went to lunch at Golden Corral to tell my favorite server I would be gone for a week or so, then drove around town aimlessly for a bit. Oh yes! The oil needed changing, so got that accomplished. On the way home, I saw a walking trail, and stopped. Amazing how the view is so beautiful, but my eyes were on my feet most of the time...
     I threw a few things to take on the trip in a pile to take: tent, small tool box, electric drill and charger, 4x6 tarp, small carry-on bag still mostly unpacked from the trip to Alaska 2 weeks ago, important legal papers. My new vitamin regimen was prepped for the morning. I debated what route I would take, looking up the location of a festival in GA where friends were selling stuff, and a few campgrounds along the way. I made a few different arrangements for where to stay in Jesup, depending on my mood when I arrived. I went to bed around 11 – very early for me.
The dang alarm clock went off at 7am... A friend called at 7:15 to remind me to get out of bed. Good thing. The snooze didn't work. My plan was to be out of the house by 8am. Since packing the car the night before is almost unheard of, there was still that to do. It was 8:20 when the car rolled out of the parking lot headed southeast.
     The trip was uneventful, except that I missed the exit off I-20 just across the Alabama line. No problem, that just solidified my decision to take the interstate all the way, except the last few miles.
Except that at Tuscaloosa there was an accident on the interstate that the GPS said was expecting to take 45 minutes to get through. Well, it seems more logical to drive instead of sit in traffic, so I located a route that would get me back to the original route. Sort of.
     Did you know that on the west side of the Eastern/Central time zone line it gets dark about 6:30 or 7? I had no idea! Skip the camping idea. I drove as far as Columbus, GA and would have gone much further had I realized that US 80 was a 4-lane road almost all the way to I-16.
     Saturday, and Google maps and I became good friends. One would expect nothing less from me. There were probably half a dozen 'route changes' (I got lost.) When I saw the Dublin VA sign on I-16, it seemed a reasonable idea to take that exit to see where I'd be going on Thursday. Well, since US 257was headed north, and US 80 (the highway the festival was on) was north of I-16, so it seems logical that they should cross. Lo! Some days my brain wins!
     A strange thing happened. There were myriad yard sale signs along the way, and cash was in my pocket; but I didn't stop, because – what did I need?? Except one out in the middle of nowhere. God said to turn around and go to that yard sale. Okay. I pulled in and offered to buy the red 2001 Silverado that was for sale for the $20 in my pocket and trade the Civic. In jest of course. Which was replied to in the same manner. Bill and Melissa were inclined to talk, so I mentioned that I had no idea why God wanted me to stop, but he did. Melissa said last year the same thing happened. I mentioned that I'd seen a cool way to make yard sale signs from poster board: take a wire coat hanger and bend it into a diamond shape, then tape it on the back of the sign to keep the paper from sagging and being unreadable. Interestingly, she had a whole stack of wire coat hangers. Since I was only traveling, and being uncertain of my next move (literally) there was no point in buying anything. We talked a bit more about their lives – log truck drivers, new car, needing tires for the truck, unnamed medical issues – and Melissa seemed to want me to pray for her, so I did. Then she showed me a bruise about the size of an egg, saying that they come and go, and she is worried she might have cancer.
     Instantly I knew why God had me stop. In the car was the set of Wholetones CDs. I gave them to her, with instructions to look up the website. (www.wholetones.com) Who knows what they will do for her, but God does. She gave me a handful of wire coat hangers. We both laughed and said they might come in handy sometime... Pray for them, would you?
     After I left, the realization that I had everything with me I absolutely need to move to a new location (not including family stuff that I could have Susan mail to me.) That feeling is strong. What it means is questionable.
     “In The Bosom of the Father” by Alyosha was still in the CD player. I was going to link up to it on youtube, but this is, instead, the search result.https://www.youtube.com/results…
     The festival wasn't far from the yard sale, and I visited with my friends for a little while when I arrived at the Turpentine Festavil. When I mentioned going camping for a few days, they suggested Hillside RV Park in Cochran. Before leaving town, of course there was a junk shop or two that bore investigation, now that I had decided to go camping. The one thing I didn't pack was a pair of tennis shoes... As I was out by the road, someone stopped to ask for directions to the festival. I pointed out the road, and suggested they stop to see my friends, and to buy a ping pong launcher. Which reminded me! I had intended to get one of those myself! Back I went. There were only 2 left. Hmmmm... what can I use for a target out here in the wooded area of the campground?
     On the way into town, just off the interstate, I passed a cop on the side of the road. Whew! Only doing 65. With out of state tags, I'm fair game. They probably wouldn't be impressed with the GA tags in the trunk...
     I found the campground with no problem. How's that for a surprise?! () The price was good, and they have free wi-fi! Thanks, Lord! Because my data is about used up for the month. The … (I must remember to pay the bill!) month starts on the 5th. Or it will, if I pay the bill!

      Ah, tent camping... It's not so bad.
     Those wire coat hangers? They were because I forgot the tent stakes!

     The brand-spanking-new twin air bed with built-in pump? Sure. I didn't feel like finding the hole in the other one in the back seat of the car, so I broke the tape on the box, albeit hesitantly. You know, of course, that once you open the box, the air mattress belongs to you, no returns. I failed to purchase the $4 2-year warranty, so...
     Say what??
     Inside the $44.94 box was another sealed box – with an $8 air mattress!
     It was getting late, and now I had to make a trip to Walmart to try to convince them to replace the air mattress. I figured worst case, I would have to keep the flimsy one. But no! The manager at the Cochran Walmart said without hesitation “Go get a replacement.” Except there was no replacement on the shelf. And mine run up at Customer Service as $11.95. It had been on clearance, and since I had no receipt, that's the best they could do. That amount would get a pump... but they'd want to keep the $8 air mattress. So I asked if someone could call to Eastman and see if there was one on their shelf. After checking twice, the clerk in Eastman said, yes, they did have it, complete with onboard electric pump. The price quoted was what I remembered the air bed without a pump to be, but things cost more in Texas, so I figured it could be. She did, after all, insist it was what I was looking for.
Away I went, in the almost dark. I don't like driving in the dark...
     I pulled in at about 8:20, after getting lost a few times. Good ol' Maps to the rescue. My data is running lower by the minute.
     I went straight to Customer Service, assuming they knew what was going on. After waiting in line for a while, I simply put the box on the counter, the lady behind me said she'd explain to the cashier, and I headed back to pick up a new air mattress, with onboard electric pump. Only they didn't have one! As I expected. The stocker looked in the batch of boxes and didn't find one, either. The only thing I could do was get the air bed without electric pump and pick up a pump to go with it. That would be about the same price.
     When I got back to Customer Service, I expected to have to try to convince the cashier of the story. There was a nice young man with gorgeous long blonde hair at the register, and I mentioned that it seems the guys get the good hair. He smiled and said his girlfriend threatened to cut off his thumbs if he cut it in response to a picture of his hair stuff up under his hat. Is anyone else singing “Signs” by Ace of Base? The 20-something cashier is the one who supplied the name of the group, much to my surprise. The blonde school teacher sounded interested in the song, and more so when I mentioned that it was a story, so I wrote the info on one of my business cards – any excuse will do to pass them out, as the gospel is clearly presented on the back! It would be fun if he sent me an email.
When it was my turn to explain that the box she had put on the shelf in back of her was mine, she said no problem, she was willing to be the problem solver. When I explained, she shook her head and said someone probably forgot to check the return. “No,” I said, “the box hadn't been opened.” More head shaking, but she scanned my original $44.94 box. I was afraid it was going to come up the same $14 as at Cochran. Lo! God was watching over me! Full price! She rang up the replacements, called the manager to approve the over ride, and gave me the difference of $2 and change. The manager was also shaking his head at the situation.
     Through that whole exchange, not once did anyone try to give me a bad time about returning an air mattress! Unheard of! Thanks, Lord!
     So, a quick trip to Dollar Tree in the same parking lot. Except that I forgot to get the two things I planned to get earlier in the day.

     On the way back to the campground, I ran a red light trying to figure out where to turn... Lord, you're going to have to drive from here to the campground... When the town was behind me, the road got dark. There was one truck ahead of me. I hadn't seen a speed limit sign, so when I passed the cop sitting in a parking lot with no lights on the black vehicle at all I was hoping we were good, Texas tags and all. Since he didn't turn on any lights, I was feeling safe. However, I made sure not to exceed what I assumed to be the 55mph speed limit (plus allowance.) The truck pulled off, and a car was ridding my bumper. It was tempting to tap the brakes and say “back off” but I didn't. I also didn't speed up. Since there was no good spot to pull over and let him pass, I just maintained 60-64 mph. When the road widened into a 4-lane, I immediately moved into the right hand lane, but the car lagged in my blind spot in the left lane. After half a mile or so, I got tired of that and stepped on the brakes, sending the car well passed me. It was the cop!
     The campground was right there, so I pulled in, muttering something about 'attempted entrapment'.
With the new air bed inflated, I decided sleep was a good plan.

     This morning the church I planned to attend wasn't where I thought it should be (I turned around about ¼ mile from it!) so I went to another one. The sermon was about the Kingdom of God, and many things the preacher said were reminiscent of the blessing from “In the Bosom of the Father”, specifically that we are loved by God for no other reason than that we are alive; there is nothing we must do to earn it.
     That brings you up to 3:25 Sunday afternoon. I'll probably leave hear tomorrow morning, but it's up in the air yet if I'll head to another campground or go down to Jesup. Morning will tell.

**************************************Cliff Notes:
Left Friday. Missed the exit off I-20, so I decided to take the Interstate the whole way. Ran into bad traffic in Tuscaloosa, AL. Rerouted back to original route via US 80. Got lost several times. Stopped at a yard sale Saturday. The lady gave me wire coat hangers, which was good, because I forgot tent stakes. Visited friends at a festival in middle GA. Set up my tent at campground suggested by said friends, and was going to set up the air mattress, only to discover the one in the box wasn't the right one. The manager at Walmart would have happily exchanged my erroneous purchase for the proper one, but they didn't have it. I went to another one where the merchandise was supposed to be, only they didn't have it either. I ended up with a slightly lesser product, but in the end it works. And then a cop followed me for a long time, on my bumper. He evidently was satisfied that I wasn't a risk because he didn't stop me. The end. Thanks Lord!

Watchin' God

Ah, Love!

Ah, Love!

Love is exciting!  

The ding of the phone letting you know you have a new text message sends little charges of electricity through your body.  To see the object of your affection unexpectedly makes your heart go pitter-patter.  Hearing that they are coming to see you might even make you bounce - literally! - and dance around.  

Yeah, I know that feeling.

It must be love!

Except when it's only infatuation, or worse, addiction - being in love with love and the adrenaline rush.  

Take some time for that to wear off.  You know - a month maybe?  Better yet, make it 6 months.  

Talk to them about real stuff.  Heck, even argue with them about nonessential things (to see how they will act if you argue about important things.)  Determine what they consider "arguing."  It may well be a lot different than your definition.  

Play board games with them; something you like, something they like.  

Go to a restaurant that has a reputation for slow service or bad food.  See how they react.  Be nice to them.  Ignore them (for a little while.)  

Go without your usual hygienic routine (you know, skip the makeup or shaving.)  

Meet their friends.  Have them meet yours.  

Ask them to go somewhere you really love to be.  Go with them to their favorite place.  

Discuss your philosophy of life and (if it's important to you) spiritual things.  

Verbally set boundaries for actions you consider important to your mental and physical well-being.  See if they intentionally cross them.  

Ask them to do something that would inconvenience them.  And costs money.  Something altruistic, even.  

Work with them doing something you enjoy, and something you might not, especially if you know more about the subject than they do.  

Say "no" - on more than one occasion, and stick to it.

Oh yeah.  Notice that most of this requires face to face, not social media.

You get the idea.  Be creative.

And then pay attention.  Without all the excitement.  

And then wait a little while longer to see if they are just playing the game for an ultimate goal that is a little less than savory.

Then, look for the peace.  Not until then is it a good idea to call it "love."

Yeah.  Experience.

Have you ever been in love, only to find it wasn't?

bi-fold door/shutter shelf

So... I moved.  Since the last post - twice!  I've been too lazy about writing.  Sorry, folks.

It's been quite a while since I lived in an apartment complex.  Sixteen years, to be exact.  And then I had just moved from Alaska to South Carolina, with only a few boxes and airplane luggage, albeit back in the day when you could check 3 70 pound pieces of luggage, in nearly any shape, not just suitcases.  Anyone from Alaska knows that suitcases are inconvenient for the things we haul around.

Anyway, this time, I moved with waaay too much stuff, and not much by way of storage.  So... time to get creative.

How about a broken bifold door and rescued rough cut 1x12 pine boards?

The broken slats are what gave me this idea.  Well, I got it from here in a image search for what to do with shutters.  As you will see, I didn't follow the instructions!  But hey, I remembered what it looked like.  What do you want from me, anyway??

Onward.

My bi-fold door came to me with two slats broken out beneath the center piece.  Well... If I put one of my extra dining room chairs in front of it, who's gonna know - or care?

I desperately need more space to display glassware, since the house I moved from had a corner china cabinet that was stuffed to the max.  Here, barely enough space to store one set of dishes - and I have  fetish for collecting dishes!!

Time to get to work.  I checked out my supply of wood (that I'm sure my friends who helped me move were shaking their head at.)  Sho' nuff, some reclaimed 1"x12" rough cut boards that came with that old trailer in New Hampshire. Perfect fit.

Now, here comes the part where I started winging it, because I didn't know there was an easier way!  I reclaimed a box that was destined for the dumpster and started making a template for the shelves.  Notice the black tape. That's because I cut off too much. 

It fit, so I marked two of them on one board. 

There is no way I'd make good straight cuts, so I got out my old chop saw that I picked up for $30 off one of those fb sale sites.  The table top is a reclaimed table from the side of the road.  The metal rolly cabinet is from a friend who was moving and going to throw it on the side of the road.  I love friends!

Alas, it's only a 10" saw, so it won't cut a 12" board at a 45degree angle without some contortions. 

The first one wasn't quite perfect, but would do, so I adjusted the next one cut 2 of those.  The smaller cuts were done with a miter box saw because I couldn't find the jig saw blades. Again, no pictures.  I was working, not taking pictures.  Gimme a break, okay?Sorry, I didn't take a picture, and I'm not going to unload the shelf just to take a picture.  Suffice it to say, it looks very similar to the cardboard template. 

Here's the shelf minus the top.

And then the top.  Much easier to cut.  Just a triangle with the front corners cut off.  I laid the piece on top of the shelf and scribed where the corners needed to be cut.  Easy.  Then, as luck (and God, who is a lifesaver when it comes to me getting anything done!) would have it, I drilled holes in the front corners exactly where the holes for the door hardware are!  The screws are left over from a knockdown bed that is no longer.  They are simply dropped in for stability,

And done!

Thanks to my cousin for the fake plant - the only kind I can grow!


See?  When you put the chair under the bottom shelf, the broken slats disappear.

What you think?

It's OFFICIAL!!

Xulon Press just listed my revamped and retitled book! 

  

Watchin' God Book One: Listed Alphabetically The Prodigal Daughter 

is available in paperback
Kindle

Nook

  

                                                 

There!!  Now... to start thinking about Book Two!  I have plenty of good stories about the cool stuff God has done in my life!

Pretty please order a copy from Xulon in paperback (where I get a reasonable royalty) or Amazon if you need/want a copy for Kindle (where the royalties aren't so much...) or Nook.   Starving artists the world over will appreciate it!  Especially this one!

Then share this!!  Think of it - by sharing this post, you may be able to help someone who really needs it!  

And I'd love to hear comments. 

Happy Birthday Rachael!

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            Today is Rachael’s birthday!  She would be 29.

         Rachel was full of life, and joy, and happiness.  She loved people, her family and Truman.  Her faith in God was unstoppable.  And some day I will get to meet her!  Bc When we all get to heaven def

         Funny story.  Rachael evidently didn’t waste time.  She even had a practice of praying while she was in the bathroom!  She invited a gentleman to join her club. 

         “Club?” he asked, quizzically. 

         “Yes!  The “Pray When You Pee Club!”  she said with what I can imagine was a mischievous little grin.

         “Sure.  But I won’t be folding my hands,” said the gentleman with an even more mischievous grin!

         So here is a sign for you.  It’s in several formats.  There is the jpg with a transparent background so you can print it out on whatever paper you would like, with or without flourishes, and one with a blackboard background if you want to use the picture online. Until I figure out how to make a PDF file, you will just have to right click on the picture, save it to your computer and then print it.

         Enjoy!  And don’t waste a minute of your life! 

I Was Bored

What do you do when the usual pursuits are boring??  You play with the blog template! 

What do you think?  Yay? Nay?  

Gluten-Free Gingerbread

½ cup soft butter

½ cup brown sugar

1 cup dark unsulphered molasses

¾ cup sour cream

¼ cup water

1 ½ cups rice flour

¼ cup sorghum flour

¼ cup flaxseed meal

1 teaspoon baking soda

½ teaspoon xanthum gum

1 ½ teaspoons ginger

½ teaspoon cinnamon

Cream butter and sugar.  Add molasses, sour cream and water, stirring until well blended.  (I'm usually using the last of the molasses, so I pour the water in the jar after I get tired of waiting for the last drop to come out.  Swish the water around in the jar to get the last bit of molasses and pour it in with the rest of the stuff.  Viola!  A clean jar for recycling.)

In a separate bowl, combine dry ingredients.  (Seriously.  Use a separate bowl, otherwise there will be lumps.  You don't want that, trust me.)

Add dry ingredients to wet ingredients.  Mix well.

Spoon batter into 2 buttered 7x11 biscut pans.  (I used a 7x11 divided cornbread pan and a muffin top pan.  I haven’t used this exact recipe before – I altered the recipe as I was mixing it up! – but in my past experience with regular flour, this doesn’t bake very well in a regular bread pan or a wide cake pan.  You don't want the batter to be too deep in the pan.)

400 degree oven, bake for 15-20 minutes, depending on the pan size.

I baked the muffin tops for about 15 minutes and the pan for about 20 minutes. If you use a smaller pan, it will take longer, because it will be thicker. Keep an eye on your baking.  It’s the standard “when the cake pulls away from the side of the pan, it’s done” test, or the “tooth-pick comes out clean” test.  If it startes smelling good, check it!

Don't you just love my 50's 24" gas stove!  Tiny little thing, but does the job!

I must tell the truth... I gave away 2 of the muffin tops to my neighbor and ate 3 of the other 4.  I did let my sweetheart have a little bit!  But he's not supposed to eat all that junk, ya know??  So, it was nice of me to save him from himself!  Right??

Let me know how your gluten-free gingerbread comes out!  The other readers would probably like to know what size pan you used, and how long it took to bake.

Enjoy!

Merry Christmas!

That Baby in the Manger

Today is guest day, by way of facebook posts from a friend of mine, Jim Hatfield.  The following are posts and comments from his page (with his permission, of course.)

December 6  ·

The Wise Men first came to Jerusalem looking for Jesus in the palace. They were surprised to find - not only was the newborn king NOT there, but the old king had to ask others where He might be found. When the Wise Men finally found Jesus, they did not doubt that He was the King they sought . Even though He was not in the palace, He was clearly the King they came to worship and bestow gifts upon.

December 7 ·

Back to the Three Wise Men who came looking for the Baby Jesus: How did the Wise Men know to come looking for the New Born King of Israel? Well, ... where ever they came from (Babylon?) they had seen a star in the East. Of course there were many stars to the east of their home region. BUT, this star was a new star, and it was somehow different. The fact that they noticed it is very interesting. But the fact that somehow they questioned it's importance, and God gave them an answer is indeed a wonder. AND, they took the information from God and took off on a journey to see this new King. Following the normal trade route it would be around 800 - 900 miles and take about 4 months (if you made good time). I am thinking .. it would be nice if I were as observant as these men, and if I would ask for guidance on what to do with what I learned, AND , if I would have the faith (and the guts) to do the right thing.

Nancy Spencer Carlson: Isn't that the truth, Jim? Sometimes, even when we get the wisdom, we still lack the faith to move.

Jim Dale Hatfield: People often go to great Bible conferences and then come home excited about what God has done in their lives. What if... someone went to a great conference and then sent a post card home - from the mission field where God had led them. Just a thought....

Nancy Spencer Carlson: sign me up!! But Paul had better be with me at the conference, I suppose... My preacher would look at me more askance than he did when I mentioned that before Paul and I got married I told him that God sends me all kinds of places, and I needed to be able to continue that; if he (Paul) wasn't up for that, speak no or forever hold his peace. He agreed. And he has kept his word! But I don't think going off to a missions conference and then sending him a post card from some foreign place would be a good idea! (Though a 4 day trip to GA turned into a 2 week trip to GA, LA, TX and home by way of Chicago last summer...)

Jim Dale Hatfield: Ha Ha, Nancy, I guess I was more picturing a young person sending a card back to their parents - not to a spouse.!! But, I think you got my point..? Lot's of people get excited about the messages that make them feel good and dedicated, but it produces mostly smoke. We need to get our wheels turning.

December 12  ·
One of those Prophesies that King Herod had read:
Isa 9:6 For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
 

December 14·

Okay... back to that baby in a manger.... Maybe you remember who His first visitors were - besides the cow in the next stall. Yes.. it was a group of shepherds. Some of you may know that shepherds were looked upon as lowly citizens in many societies - including Israel. They dealt in the types of things that made them almost continually unclean and therefore could not go into the temple. But these people God chose to make the first - and probably greatest - announcement of the birth of Jesus. A choir made up of multitudes of angels sang to the shepherds as part of the announcement. And so the shepherds went to the stable where the newborn King was staying. And doesn't it make sense that shepherds should be on hand at the birth of the Lamb of God?

Janice Kopsho: Just as God chose David, a shepherd, to become the great King for the people.

Brenda Hatfield Adams: Thank you....so true.

December 21 ·

Back to the Baby in The Manger: This morning. our pastor mentioned Mary's perspective. Here is a woman who has been given the very difficult task of being pregnant before marriage - in a society that stoned women for that. But, beyond that, she is the mother of our Savior. ... So, how much of that did she understand? Did she realize when He was an infant how young He would be when He died? Did she realize that He was born for the express purpose of being crucified - one of the most horrific ways to be killed. (The word Excruciating comes from the same root word.) And, did she know that she would have to stand and watch as her Son was whipped, and then nailed to a cross to die from loss of blood, and suffocation? I don't think I can even imagine how she must have felt .

Janie Craig Chenault: No, but you raise a point I'd never considered....Mary did you know?

Becky Roe: All we know is that Mary pondered all these things in her heart.
One other thing I ponder about Mary: how much Jesus loved & honored her. The wedding shindig, He told her plainly it wasn't the time for Him to get involved & even so He turned water into the best wine of the party. Bearing the sin of the whole world, He struggled for enough breath to tell John, "Take care of Mom." I also think about the fact that Mary was there with Him when He came in & with Him when He went out. Wow.

Stephen A Morrison: What happened to Joseph during this time? He was there in the beginning. Jesus took on Joseph's trade originally, which is a tremendous compliment to any father, but how did Joseph feel when Jesus said, "Why do you seek me? Did you not know I must be about my Fathers business?" Ouch!
So much is written about Mary, and rightly so, but what about the guy who married the pregnant mother. I can't imagine the emotional turmoil he must have felt as he raised this son as his own. If you knew you were rearing the Son of God, how would you approach that one? Did they have a Dr. Dobson then? Or for that matter a bookstore to go to? Hmmm...."How To Raise The Son of God, by Nicodemus Dobson...?"

Nancy Spencer Carlson: Hey ya'll - can I copy/paste this on my blog or NC Carlson page? Pretty please? It's great!

Jim Dale Hatfield: Nancy, No problem on my part....I am glad that you like it that well.

Nancy Spencer Carlson: you have wonderful friends who make very thoughtful comments. I might even steal all of them from your page if no one has any objections.

Jim Dale Hatfield: Friends? Speak now or forever hold your peace?... LOL

Stephen A Morrison: Sure, any post is public property. I'm honored.

Lana Meadows: I think God protected Mary and only let her know what she needed at the time she needed to know it. Otherwise it would have been to much for her to bear. I assumed Joseph died mid way in Jesus life. He was probably older than Mary.

Lana Meadows: I always just guess that when Jesus said he was in his father's house that they would realize what was happening.

Stephen A Morrison:  I'm just seeing a lot of opportunity for an emotional roller coaster for Mary and Joseph. Knowing yet not knowing. Knowing yet hoping not. Joy in the blessing, but sorrow in knowing or maybe suspecting what was ahead for their son. THE SON OF GOD!

Brenda Hatfield Adams: It's like having Bible study online.

There you have it: Jim and his friends on the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  

I'm in agreement with Lana: Mary probably didn't know much, or she wouldn't have been able to bear the pain.  Can you imagine knowing ahead of time all the trials you have had to go through? 

Do you have any other thoughts? We want to hear them!  

Merry Christmas! 

update on "The Book"

Just a quick update on the book.

After some editorial advice, and more importantly, practical advice from a reader, I am doing some fairly extensive editing.  It seems I need to implement the cardinal rule of speech-writing:  tell them what you're going to tell them; tell them; tell them what you told them.  Several people have commented on the content recently and said I needed to put "xxx" in the book, or wanted to know about something - and it is plainly written, right there in front of them!!  So, evidently I must emphasize it twice more.  ;-)

The "dead stop" came a few weeks ago when I wrote a two-page addition where there was a gap (though the editor was surprised, not realizing there was a gap.)  The computer was acting up, and that two-page edit is gone without a trace!  How can it do that?!  That was about enough discouragement, since it was also accompanied with a few other changes in my life (like thinking about selling the trailer...)

All prayers that the words would flow from my fingertips with wisdom and power greatly appreciated.  Wouldn't hurt to ask for organization skills and a better use of the time I have available, also.  Not to mention a little stability in my life, so other things don't get in the way!

Thanks, ya'll!

Nancy

The Cutest Use for Old Keys!

Have you seen these snowmen yet?  I found them on The WHOot 

Amanda, of Crafts by Amanda designed these wonderful little guys!  

There were a few other suggestions in the comments, like making brooches or pendants.  I was thinking a key chain! 

My friend's daughter saw the picture and went into peels of delight!  I guess that means I must take over the supplies and we will make them.  Breaks my poor little heart, ya know?  

What would you do with them?

UPDATE!
Would that my photography skills and equipment were a bit better, but here are the snowman keys we made:

Check out the guy third from the right.  He looks evil!  We had a grand time making these.  Thanks, Stacey!  Great idea!

Feeling a bit like nothing is ever going to get finished. 

Really, only The Book.  It seems there are several things that I neglected to include that would make it more logical to an uninitiated reader.  So, back to adding more pages!

And then... to make it cheaper for me to get copies when I want them, I'm working on a Blurb.com version, also.  Which means making a cover.  I could work on photos forever and ever amen... always something to tweek!

Here are the two frontrunners.

Someone one pray for me that I can get this thing finished!!  Thanks!

Home again, home again, jiggity jig

November 30, 2006  (unedited from the email I sent to several of my friends.)

What an amazing trip!  This will be long! 

Some of you are aware that I was quite nervous about going on a last second cruise by myself.  Like God couldn't take care of me, or something!!  Really, the concern was finding someone to talk to (a necessary thing, don't you know!) and hang out with for 4 days.  God is good.

Let me start with getting sick the first night.  Well, several people actually got SICK, I just felt like it.  The sea was a little rough.  Come morning, things were much better.  There is a pressure point in the crease of the wrist, which, when pressed hard enough and long enough, will relieve motion sickness.  Works fairly well.

Dinner the first night was nearly uneventful compared to the last 3.  There were 3 men, 2 women, all traveling alone.  Then Joan arrived.  She took over the table, requiring all of us to introduce ourselves.  She ended up running the conversation (can you imagine, it wasn't me!) for most of the rest of the trip, which wasn't so bad.  Cheryl and Greg, both in their 30's and partyers, spent a lot of time together.  Bob, Joan and I kept up our end of the chatter.  The other gentleman was an eldery very soft-spoken Peurto Rican who didn't really have much to say, or not that we could tell.  Of course, with 3 chatty women, who would have been able to hear him, anyway!

Monday night the waitstaff sang "O Solo Mio", none of them being Italian.  Tuesday night they danced around the dining room, along with several of the guests.  Gerry, the head waiter for our section, dressed up like Batman.  He was a hoot!  Wednesday night Gerry ala Michael Jackson showed up while the rest of the staff was doing something equally noisy and fun - seems they sang and choreographed "Pretty Woman".  Perhaps Greg, the 30 something gentleman, will send pictures of Michael Jackson.

The first day, Sunday, was at sea.  Can't remember what on earth I did that day.  Nothing memorable.  Monday we stopped in Freeport Bahamas.  The port isn't very close to 'downtown', which looked more residential than business.  There were several government buildings of more than one story, but everything else was low, old, very colorful (my favorite part about the islands).  Then the tour took us to the beach and resort area.  Night and day.  On the way we saw lots of houses that would have fit in just about any coastal town subdivision in the south.  Again, the colors were wonderful!  Mostly warm medium shades of green, coral, pink, yellow.  A few smurf blue shades.  Most had various colored tile roofs, with a few metal ones that replaced the hurricane-damaged tile.  Lots of fruit trees.  Several damaged houses that appear to have been abandoned.

The resort was - a resort.  The standard complement of Gucci, Cartier, etc, shops.  On the way back from the beach, having a few minutes to spend before Charlene and I (lawyer from Regina, SK, Canada who said several times to my comments "I was just thinking that!")  headed back to the bus, we stopped in a jewelry store.  There was a beautiful blue topaz/peridot necklace and matching earrings for $500.  I'm sure the price was decent, as the stones weren't small.  However, the thought crossed through my mind "how many Bible could you buy with that much money?"  I didn't buy the jewelry.

Ah, Nassau!!  This could take a while. 

My tour wasn't one that was operated or contracted by Celebrity Cruise Lines.  I was the only one from the boat to take that particular tour.  There was an 84-year old taxi driver waiting to pick me up.  His baseball cap said "Jesus is my Boss".  Of course we got to talking about salvation and other good conversation along that line.  I told him about the John/Romans I planned to deliver after returning from the tour.  He said he knew the church and would take me there. 

The taxi stand is no longer beside the boat.  Since 9-11 there is now a coast guard cutter with 50 cal. in the pier area, and the passengers must walk about 1/4 mile to the shopping area that is behind a fence.  It's accessible to the local public on foot, but not by vehicle. 

From the taxi stand Leroy (the old taxi driver) took me through very narrow and congested streets to the tour bus - a van.  There were 5 of us in all.  The driver was a preacher.  Reminded me somewhat of James Earl Jones.  As we were running late, there wasn't much sightseeing until we got to Paradise Island.  A wrap-around aquarium was very nice.  There were the standard yachts, brightly colored condos, and the Atlantis resort.  There is a walkway connecting two buildings, which look like a castle.  Above the walkway is a suite that rents for a paltry $25,000 a night - with a 4 night minimum!!!!  Now, let me ask you, "How many Bibles could you buy with THAT much money"!!??

Upon returning to the taxi stand, James Earl Jones made sure I found Leroy, who then took me to Calvary Hatian Baptist Church.  He made sure that Marcelyn (the church secretary) was a respectable fellow, and was willing to make sure I was taken care of.  Marcelyn called the preacher, who had just gone somewhere, knowing only that I was to arrive that day, but not when or how I would get there.  While we were waiting for the preacher to arrive, we had a tour of the building. 

They have recently more than doubled the size of their buiding.  It's a very nice addition.  Pastor Henri Cher-Aime said they have about 400-450 people attending services of a Sunday morning, including about 100 kids.  It's beyond my imagination to figure out how all those people would have fit in the original two-story building!  God has blessed them with a very nice place now.  Pastor Henri did mention a need for parking and a place for homeless people.  There is a building next door, but the price is $300K!!  A daunting number for a healthy American church with that many attendees, let alone one in the Bahamas! 

After Pastor Henri arrived, we went to the pier so I could retrieve the Bibles.  On the way back to the church, it was beyond me not to comment on the driving skills of the locals, not to mention that he was turning the wrong side of the street!  Well, according to our custom in the US.  You see, they drive on the left side of the road in the Bahamas.  So when he turned right from the left side of the road and stayed in the left-hand lane, it was for all the world like we should get run into any second!  He thought my reaction quite funny!  Even volunteered to let me drive 'when I come back'.  He and Marcelyn were certain that I should have stayed, and, failing that, I must return at my first opportunity.  To which I told them that I can come back anytime.  Just pray me down there!  They have need of many more bibles and tracts, which I would be happy to deliver any time God allows such a trip.

Pastor Henri had quite a time.  I took pictures of the building (that may or may not turn out, as the flash didn't appear to be working too well) and especially of the churchfolk with the J/R, to take back to church here.  That was easy.  The fun part came when he went to take his wife home before taking me back to the pier.  First his wife left her keys at home, since he had his.  But he didn't.  So we went to school to get the key from their son.  His key was home also.  Then the preacher discovered in the excitement of Bibles, picture taking and leave-taking he had left his cell phone at church.  Eventually, we left his wife at their tenants' and he called a relative who has a spare key.  Last I knew, they still hadn't gotten into the house.  It's been 2 days.  By now, one would hope!

God worked so many miracles in the arranging of that trip, it's a wonder to me!   Shirleen Godfrey (the widow of the founder of the work) tried to arrange things in her absence, but alas, that is not always possible.  (Sorry, Shirleen, I didn't get to call your daughter...)  My idea of how it would/could work was completely without knowledge, but God!  He worked things out to perfection!

Yesterday, I discovered my dinner companion Bob is a PK, and was interested in taking J/R with him on his travels to deliver to missionaries in the States once he knows where they are, and who needs what.  And there is a nice young lady from South Africa who works in the jewlery shop on the ship who expressed an interest in receiving them to distribute amongst the crew, who are almost all foreign - from India, Tunisia, Romania, Moldova, Italy, etc. (Yes, I did buy some jewlry - tanzanite necklace and earrings at a price that was amazingly cheap, considering.  Had I not, I wouldn't have met Ardi.   How many ways can one can justify spending money?)

So, all in all, the trip was a huge success!!!  Not only did God take care of my fears of going on my first vacation alone, he provided me with good Christian companionship, arranged transportation to deliver the Bibles, and set up 11 more contacts to spread the Gospel!  (Pastor Henri's church supports 7 Hatian churches and another one in Nassau.)

Missionary Mike Kelly said to me once when I commented that I'd be a missionary in a heartbeat if God would call me, but failing that love to take a missions trip, "You are already a missionary, and every trip can be a missions trip!"  How true!

When can I go again, Lord??!! 

The Book is at the publishers!

Just a short blurb.  (Funny.  Blurb.com is where my book "Come Home, A Prodigal Daughter's Story" is currently available.)

After much discussion and debate with myself - and a little with my husband - I decided to publish  the book with Xulon Press.  That will make it available on Amazon.com and any bookstore that is willing to order it for you.  It will also be available on Kindle.

The publishing date will be sometime before Christmas.  The title has been changed to "It's So Much Fun Watchin' God, Book One, The Prodigal". 

I plan on a series of books about Watchin' God, so it seemed good to start with this.  The next one will be . . . I don't know, maybe "Where have you been all these years?"  Or maybe "Lost - Again!"  (since I have several stories about being lost and the cool things God does under those circumstances.)  Or Maybe something about moving, since I've moved - 75 times!

But I'm taking a short break from the writing process.  No more books for a few months, at least.  Then there are hundreds of emails to scour for stories I've sent to friends over the years. 

Off to work on a table.  See ya later!

De-Cluttering by way of James 5:1-3

Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen,

(There is an update at the bottom, so don't get too disgusted with the pictures that follow.)

As I was crusing facebook (when I should have been going to bed) I came across this 30-day De-Cluttering challenge from Sondra Lyn at home.

"One of the things he (James) addresses in this book is hoarding! Seriously, can you believe that? The Bible talks about hoarding?! Who knew??   
1Now listen, you rich people, weep and wail because of the misery that is coming on you. ² Your wealth has rotted, and moths have eaten your clothes. ³ Your gold and silver are corroded. Their corrosion will testify against you and eat your flesh like fire. You have hoarded wealth in the last days. - James 5:1-3

Guilty as charged!  Well, to be a little easy on myself, I am perfectly willing to give stuff away, so perhaps it's not as bad as all that, right??  Or not.  Giving it aways is one thing.  Throwing it away - that's difficult.  Donating it is okay.  EXCEPT that I MIGHT BE ABLE TO USE IT SOME DAY!!

Sound familiar?  

My 'craft room/office ' is undergoing a re-purposing, as I have collected a futon 'for guests'.  In my defense, we have had people stay with us for a few weeks at a time in the last 3 years, and the sleeping arrangements were less than desireable.  This will make it more comfortable in the event we have long term - or short term - guests.  Most of the boxes of pure D junk are sitting in the living room or have been moved to the basement.  I'm working on fixing a few pieces of furniture to make it easier to work in there.  But it's not going well or fast.  My husband has to walk around piles of boxes and unboxed junk to get to his favorite chair.  I cannot think straight for all the chaos.

So, I have officially signed up for the challenge with Sondra Lyn.    Join me.  Go to her blog to sign up!  Please remind me that I must get this cleaned up - this week would be good!!  I don't expect to have everything done in a week, but I need to be able to have the boxes put away and the stacks of stuff off flat surfaces.  (I just read the 30 day challenge day-by-day lisit.  I'm rushing the program quite a bit!)

Who's up for taking this challenge with me?   Who will post comments every so often to see how I'm doing?

UPDATE:  (The very next [whole] day!)   

  
The dining room table was too small, and on Monday we used this table frame for dinner in the craft room - the only room in the house that was large enough and clean enough to sit P, a guest, and me.  I liked it, so yesterday (the day after I took the pictures) one of the 2'x6' pieces of plywood originally intended to replace the door of the shed became the top of my new dining room table.  It's 50" long, since the frame is 48" long and I wanted a little overhang.  The frame is a little low, so I went downstairs to my stash of pieces and parts to find 2 boards that I could attatch to the bottom of the plywood.  Score.  

The picture - a piece of luaun that I had considered using on top of the plywood for a smoother surface, but it's a bit warped from sitting around too long.   In order to have something to hang the board with, I went outside to my stash of wood, and picked out slats from a defunct futon frame to staple to the back of the very thin plywood.  A short piece of picture-hanging wire is stapled to the top pice of wood.  The table cloth (picked up in Alaska on my trip this summer) is duct-taped to the back.  This 'picture' is a quick fix; I wanted to get something on the wall to take this picture.  I still need to figure out a good system to attach cloth to the frame and be able to change it out with the seasons.