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Treasure in the sacred place

As a girl, I found it hard to reconcile the suffering of Good Friday with the chocolate abundance of Easter Sunday.  We worked through our Sunday school lessons, asking questions and falling quiet when we realized all He endured for us.   That everything could somehow be better by Sunday, dressed in tights and Mary Jane’s, eating Ham dinner and hot cross buns, was lost on me.  That feeling continues as an adult.

Have you ever noticed the darkness that falls between noon and 4pm on Good Friday?  It happened here yesterday.

“We focus on Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday, but we forget to pause in the stillness of the days between.

Find time today to be present in that place of waiting.

There is treasure to be found in the sacred peace that comes as you breathe in that place of quiet surrender.

Don’t rush through the space called “Between.” ―Katherine J. Walden

* Happy Easter to all who celebrate *

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Trips, kids and canvas tents

Hubbs and I are back from our warm-weather vacation.   All I can say is … ahh!  Blue skies, warm sun and palm trees everywhere.    Our smiles couldn’t be contained.  It. Was. Wonderful.

Just landed – so many palm trees!

The resort we stayed at was sprawling – over 300 acres – so we rented a golf-cart  –  most evenings found us cruising around the resort, stopping to park at a random beach, to take in a walk or just sit and enjoy the view.

walkway to the beach

Headed back to our villa one evening, we came upon an older couple so Hubbs slowed down to ask if they’d like a ride (we’d rented a 4-person golf cart, the smallest available).

“No thanks,” she said, “We’re just getting our exercise.”

“Damn right I’d take a ride!” he exclaimed and hopped on, cane and all.

Meet Norm and Ginny from Rochester, New York.  Seems he’d had hip surgery and they were indeed out for a walk but he’d had about enough of that.  He asked where we were from and what brought us down this way  ~ when we said it was our 25th anniversary they both cheered us on and Norm said, with a wink, “we’re married 60 years and you know what? It only gets better from here!”  Sweet people and lots of fun, too.

We soon settled into a routine – up early to sip coffee in the screened-in balcony and watch boats slip in and out of the marina.    We’d finish up leftovers from the night before and head down to our pool around 12:30 ~  many families visited and so many  were busy with littlest ones wanting their attention.  “Dad, watch me.” “Mom, watch this!” “Dad!” “Mom!”  ~ when parents would comment on our lack of littles we’d just smile and say “been there, done that.”

Truth is – watching the excitement in their kids took us right back to when our boys were small.  Going to a pool – any pool – was such a big deal — and we’d pack and carry treats, floaties, noodles, paddle boards, diving materials, goggles, etc.  Watching the little kids at this pool – how they all run – everywhere.  Even when a parent shouts “NO RUNNING” there’s that quick walk-run that all kids do, they just can’t help themselves.    The more things change the more they stay the same.

Ahh

Hubbs and I spent our time together talking, laughing and enjoying the get away.  During our conversations, we discovered a shared loved of camping when we were kids – setting up that canvas tent in the backyard and having a friend or cousin over.  The night began early but the shenanigans didn’t start until well after dark – or after parents had gone to bed.  He lived in town so his adventures including hopping fences and swimming in others’ pools ~ mine including saddling up our ponies for a midnight moonlight ride.

We both remembered the excitement of the canvas tent waning around 7:00 a.m. when temperatures inside approached 600F.  Panting and sweating we’d emerge and head to the house, surely waking parents in our quest for food.

So it was comical yesterday, during Easter dinner, when youngest boy brought up how his girlfriend wants him to go camping and he wasn’t so sure. She exclaimed, “I love camping and I think you would, too.”

I caught Hubbs’ smirk when he encouraged them by saying, “You should do it, and make sure it’s a canvas tent!”

Sunrise view from the balcony

It was wonderful to go away. It’s great to be home.   And now, we’re plotting our next adventure and no it does not involve a tent!

And how was your week?

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Move it on Over, Easter dresses, and progress

Here we are at Friday again ~  I took the day off for a few appointments and more moving-related stuff.  But I had to take a break and fill you in on some randoms this week.  Ready? Here we go:

1 Daylight savings came down this week.    I slept, on average, 4 hours (4!) the first 3 nights.  Whomever thought DST was a good idea is not a nice person and I’d like to personally give him a swift kick in the shins.   Geez!

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2 Taking our grand-daughter dress shopping tomorrow since she needs a “flower girl” dress for the wedding this summer.  In her words, it needs to be “swirly, twirly and girly.”  Easter is upon us and there’s an abundance of pink, peach and mint confections hanging in the girl’s department.  When I see those dresses I think back to my Mary Jane shoes, white knee socks, cold legs, the smell of Lemon Pledge in our church pews and pie. I remember how we girls called them our “hard” shoes, and how your feet really didn’t move once they were inside.  And Easter could be early so there could still be ice in the yard; pretty Mary Jane shoes could cause a twirling girl to slip & slide if she wasn’t careful.  I’m betting grand-daughter MJ picks out the shiniest shoes in the store!

Mary Jane shoes: image superstarbabies.com

3 Sorting, packing. Packing, sorting.  Carloads to Goodwill, bags to the dumpster.   Not moving what I don’t love. Apparently … I don’t love much!  ❤ Except books. Books, music and photos. All are non-negotiable.  And I just ordered a new book. I know, I know.  Don’t tell Hubbs 🙂

i have to stop buying books

4 As I sort and pack, I listen to music, singing along and grooving to whatever comes up next on the Mp3 player.  This Hank Williams classic (written in 1947) played earlier today and I still laugh at the lyrics, especially the various “dog descriptions,”  example:

Came in last night at half past ten
That baby of mine wouldn’t let me in
So move it on over (move it on over)
Move it on over (move it on over)
Move over little dog ’cause the big dog’s moving in

She’s changed the lock on my front door
My door key don’t fit no more
So get it on over (move it on over)
Scoot it on over (move it on over)
Move over skinny dog ’cause the fat dog’s moving in

The dog house here is mighty small
But it’s better than no house at all
So ease it on over (move it on over)
Drag it on over (move it on over)
Move over old dog ’cause a new dog’s moving in

Here’s a sampling from a movie about him:

5  I hate the pic on the left but share it because this is where my Wheat Belly story began – today marks 74 days following a grain-free lifestyle.  13 lbs down & many inches lost, a size & 1/2 down in clothes, even my shoes are looser! Sleeping great, no aches, skin’s happier ~ just feeling good. No, wait, I feel great.  Vibrant! Alive! Awake!  Had many ups, a few downs (social outings are a challenge sometimes).  But it was THAT muffin faced picture that motivated me to change my life and I have.   I still have a way to go but cannot believe the difference in how I feel .. and look~!

An Emjayandthem(C) photo

An Emjayandthem(C) photo

 

How was your week?  Any randoms you care to share?  Did you survive Daylight Savings time?  What was your Easter outfit like as a child?  Do you remember Hank Williams songs playing in your kitchen, too?  What’s the last nice thing you did for yourself?

** Happy Friday!

 

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Random 5 April Friday

It’s Friday – Good Friday – and here are my random 5.

1. Yesterday, with the windows open, I heard a sound I hadn’t heard in a while: birds singing. Lots and lots of them.  It had rained and their little chirps conveyed their delight at Spring’s arrival.

2. Tuesday my sister had a heart attack.  She’s stable and will be OK – but it was a very close call. Living on a farm, 25 miles from the hospital she nurses at, she realized what was happening, called ahead and had her husband drive her there (translate: drive like h*ll through hills and potholes!! ).  Life flight was soon on scene and she was transported to a bigger hospital with cardiac facilities.  How did I find out? My brother-in-law called his kids and emailed a few of us.  I got his email just before heading off to my grand-daughter’s Kindergarten concert.  I pulled in a few people and made some calls and waited.  The waiting, that’s the hardest part.

3. This little face was the perfect distraction from chaos going on elsewhere:

MJ's Beach-themed Kindergarten concert; an Emjayandthem (C) photo

MJ’s Beach-themed Kindergarten concert; an Emjayandthem (C) photo

4.  Chatting with my Mom,  we both cried while discussing how close we came to losing her and how grateful we are that we still have her in our lives.     Sissy is a nurse, the care-taker, primary caregiver to Mom, the sun in our family’s universe.  In her honor, I baked.  I baked a cake for my Father-in-Law because that’s what I do when I can’t do anything at all.

Pumpkin Spice Cake with Caramel icing

Pumpkin Spice Cake with Caramel icing

5.  This morning, I woke up to birds chirping, a cake on the counter, and the knowledge that He loves me this much:

We asked … How much do you love me? And He said “This much.”

And then He stretched out His arms and died.

For you. For me.For us. For them.

For the good, the bad, the weak and the sad.

For all of us. He loves you this much.

 

** Wishing you and yours a blessed Easter **

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Two for Tuesday

Care to play along?  On Tuesdays, pick a topic and segue into it!

Care to play along? On Tuesdays, pick a topic and segue into it!

It’s Tuesday – 2 days in to a 4 day week – whoop!

1. Today’s the last day of March and I’m glad.  Why?  We’ve had 4 seasons in 2 days.  Mild Saturday. Snow Sunday. 50 and breezy yesterday. Today? Who knows?  Maybe April won’t be quite so finicky!

4 seasons of weather

2.  Stopped last night to get a few “treats” for the wee ones this weekend.  We have an Easter gathering planned  – an early brunch on Saturday. You see, when oldest boy & his wife divorced, Easter Sunday became yet another battleground with the other side.  I – for one – was not going to be territorial about it and there was no backing down from them, the uber-Christians.  I know, ironic, isn’t it?   I get it – to a point – the kids should have that time with their cousins, we’re all about that.  But there’s never been any g-i-v-e this way.  So,  about three years ago I announced we’d have our celebration on Easter Saturday.  Period.  I’m fine with it – it’s relaxed and fun and beats a “drive-by” visit any day of the week.  Grandpa will join us and we’ll have four generations in my kitchen enjoying some of  my “company French toast”, eggs to-order, bacon, ham, sausage, home-made hash browns, fruit, coffee, juice, etc.   Oh, and a “magic” pumpkin spice cake for Gramps, his favorite. Yes, there’ll be way too much. Yes, he’ll take 2/3 of the cake home (shh, that’s the point) and yes, the littles will probably overdose on candy.  They won’t be far behind us :).

Already there! Google.images.com

Already there! Google.images.com

Are you planning an Easter gathering?  In what ways have your traditions had to adapt over time?

Easter is the demonstration of God that life is essentially spiritual and timeless.  ~Charles M. Crowe

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R5F – Easter

1. As a child, I was deeply conflicted that we called this day “Good” Friday.  I learned in Sunday School lessons what they did to Him.  How was that good?  It was years before I could disassociate chocolate eggs & ham dinner from suffering.

2.   I’m off work today. Yep, up early with no alarm, coffee sipped, laundry done, chores started.  Birds are singing, the sun is shining and I am luxuriating in the day.

3. Grands are coming tomorrow, and so is Great-Grandpa. We’ll have 4 generations together.  Chocolate eggs, ham dinner, no suffering.

Mr. Bun Bun visits the family across the street every Easter; here's our grandson being overwhelmed at the meeting!  2010

Mr. Bun Bun visits the family across the street every Easter; here’s our grandson being overwhelmed at the meeting him in 2010

4.  Cleaning the house is simply more enjoyable with tunes.    I don’t mind scrubbing bathrooms and wiping down counter-tops when I’ve got Elvis, The Bee Gees, Al Green and Journey to accompany me!

So true!

Isn’t that the truth?  Google.images

5. Being home today allows me time to prep for tomorrow. But that’s not all. It’s an opportunity to step away and to reflect on the significance of this weekend.  To swing between the sorrow of the sacrifice and the joy of the gift.

John 3:16  For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life

related: I love you this much

 

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Love at the table

It was Easter weekend, only a few weeks ago now. We had oldest boy and the wee ones over, plus Grandpa, youngest boy and, of course, Frankie the dog.  Add in me & Hubbs and we had ourselves a full table.  The kitchen was brimming with the scents of ham and roast turkey, double stuffed potatoes, steamed vegetables, salads and desserts.  The table, loaded with place settings and bunnies, was peppered with talk of egg hunts later on.

As we gathered, little MJ, the youngest of the bunch, leaned over and asked, “Nana, can we pray?”

“Of course we can,” I said.  Seeing her delighted smile, I asked “Would you like to say the blessing, Luvee?”

Shyly she nodded.

Ignoring her brother’s eye roll, she took his hand firmly in hers and watched as he took Pops’ hand. She reached for me and I, in turn, reached for Grandpa who reached for oldest boy who reached for youngest who reached for Hubbs/Pops. Together, we completed a circle.  Even Frankie, lying at Grandpa’s feet, was in on it.

Three and half years old, she waited for everyone to bow their heads before she started to sing, “Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little to ones to Him belong; they are weak but He is strong.”

And with that, she clapped, we cheered, and the love at the table was palpable.

The singer with her Easter "Pack-Pack"

The singer with her Easter “Pack-Pack”

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I love you this much

I’ve been lost, weak and confused.

I’ve felt flawed, anxious and full of heartache.

I’ve tried not to judge but known that I did.

There were times I’ve excelled and times when I’ve failed.

But still, I pray.

Still, I think.

Still, I wake, toss and turn.

And in time, I remember to turn to Him.

And I laugh when I realize it really is just that simple:

“Step out of your way, girl, and come to Me.”

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We asked … How much do you love me? And He said “This much.” And then He stretched out His arms and died. For you. For me. For us. For them. For the good, the bad, the weak and the sad. For all of us.
He loves you this much.

Please watch the video by Jimmy Wayne ( below ),  I love you this much. 

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The formula

Mom has a formula she’s shared with me, one she learned from her Mom.

“Easter is always the first Sunday after the first full Moon after the Spring Equinox.”

Huh?

Growing up I didn’t pay much attention to the calendar but I knew that Easter was never on the same date every year.

Our spring break varied – and sometimes the Holiday was way early and other times way late.   A bit warm or a bit cold. Who knew?

But like most of us do, I got busy growing up and being married, raising kids and working and all that.  Yes we went to Church and the kids attended Sunday School, we colored eggs and had hot cross buns, Ham and hunts for candy.

But it was in watching part four of “The Bible” series last night, I noted the scene in the garden, as Jesus is about to be betrayed.  I noted the full moon and the light it cast there.

And later, when I took old dog out , I saw it here … a full moon.

just like this one

just like this one. Photo credit: LoneCrowPhoto

And I pondered on how last Wednesday was a day of squalls and snow — and the first day of Spring.

And what’s this Sunday?

An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.- Proverb

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ABCs – easy as 1-2-3

Both Jeanette at A View from the Middle and Dianna at These Days of Mine presented me with a new blog award, the ABC (Awesome Blog Content) award recently.  Thank you ladies; I am honored that you feel my blog has awesome content!

When accepting the ABC award , the recipient is supposed to list 26 things about themselves, in alpha order.  You might want to pour a cup of coffee and get comfy, cause this is a long post:

I am:
A: Artistic. Boring meetings find me doodling in margins.
B: Brunette …with a touch of red when the sun’s out.
C: Citizen.
D: Dog lover
E: Energetic.  I wake up and am “up.” Hubbs needs time. One of our many differences – see Q.
F: Farm-raised.
G: Grandmother.  (but the wee ones call me Nana.)
H: Happy.
I:  Intuitive.
J:  Judgmental. (decisions are made based on experience and/or “gut” feel)
K:  Kitchen Queen (Queen of mine anyways – ha!)
L:  Loyal
M: Mom
N:  Nana
O: Organized. So my grocery list is computerized and in the order of the store.   No need to hate.
P:  Patriotic, practical, and picky.
Q: Quirky.  Don’t need time to wake up, I just … “wake up”
R:  Respectful.
S:   Sentimental.
T:  a Timmy’s fanatic (Tim Horton’s coffee, that is)
U:  Unlikely (to ever sky dive. But I would definitely zip line.)
V:  Voter!
W: Wife (20 years today!)
X:   non- Xenophobic (As in afraid of others who are different from me)
Y:   Yielding.
Z:   Zippy (especially after a lot of Tim Horton’s, heh heh)

Now I am to share this award with other bloggers I enjoy.  Easy, peasy, puddin’ and pie – just hop on over to my blogroll – you’re sure to find a new favorite! And to Jeannette & Dianna – thank you again.

..:: Happy Easter! ::..

He’s Alive and I’m forgiven .. Heaven’s gates are open wide – He’s Alive!

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peace full home®—intentional living

making your home, your life and your world a place you love

Connie Rosser Riddle

Connecting with people in my path

Atypical 60

A Typical Blog. A Typical Woman. A Typical Take On Life. With An Atypical Twist!

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Arise, shine, for your light has come...Isaiah 60

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Renee Johnson Writes

Novelist, Traveler, and More

Life Is A Journey... Not A Guided Tour

My Journey From Merchant Mariner to Mother, And Spiritual Being.

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Nancy Roman

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just another plaid-wearin' java-sippin' girl

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I also live on a farm

Just another WordPress.com weblog

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