Metamorphosis

9 Aug

 From the Heart of Louise Gibson

Reblogged from March 15, 2013

 
 

Metamorphosis

 

The struggles in life are many

In those times we begin to grow.

As the caterpillar becomes a butterfly,

Our metamorphosis is tedious and slow.

When God strips us of all vanity,

And we truly search our soul

We ultimately find it is He that we need

The One who can make us whole.

Others may fail us, oft no fault of their own

But if we trust our Savior,

We’ll not walk alone.

 

 
 

Min’s Cafe 🍽 Part 3

8 Aug

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Going to The Jones 

The turquoise marque on your right is our local theater  

In Westcliffe, we had a small movie theater called “The Jones,” where we saw all the newest movies after they had traveled America before they got to other small towns like Westcliffe.

From Min’s Café, we could look sidewise out the big plate glass window to see when the new and so beautiful Neon lights went on. The show was open on Friday and Saturday, and that was it. No Sunday night shows because everybody had to get up early in the town and at the ranches on Monday. We could only go to the movies in the summertime. If we had tried to go in the winter, we would have frozen because the theater had no heat.

There was a low counter where we got our tickets and a bag of popcorn. 

For the tickets, we paid twenty-five cents, and the popcorn was ten cents. It came from a popcorn maker that wafted a wonderful fragrance into the room. We went through heavy red curtains to get inside the show.   

Everything was in black and white, as are the pictures above. Looking at the faces, I see Laurel and Hardy in the middle at the far right. This movie was made in 1937, one year before I was born, but the Laurel and Hardy movies were so funny that they amused their audience for many years.

Once, when my friend Patience went with me to a scary show, she was so frightened that she started fiddling with the buttons on my coat (yes, we still had to wear our coats because even in the summer, the theater was chilly). By the time the movie was over, all the buttons were on the floor. I picked them up and tucked them into the pockets, and Mother sewed them on the next morning. 

I don’t think my brother David liked going to the movies, so when he grew older, he must have stayed at the restaurant or the house with Brownie until the movie ended.

To be Continued 

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

Toy Truck

7 Aug

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

Reblogged from 2015

I admit it – I love to look at the e-mails we are sent, and I enjoy most of the facebook stuff I look at.  I also have to admit that on FB, I usually just look for the “pictures” and videos rather than all the verbiage presented there.

I’ve been really amused by some of the pictures on FB.  This one really caught my eye and had a good laugh over it.  When I showed it to Fred, he laughed, as well.

What do you think?  Cute, huh?

But think how creative that truck driver was to put this together.  It didn’t really take a lot of thought to do this, but gave a great deal of enjoyment to those who saw it.

The same could be said of the things we say and do in our lives, to those around us.  Do we say and do things that bring joy to those we live with?  Or to our neighbors?  Or to our fellow church-goers?  Or have we become so jaded that we don’t have any joy left in our lives?  

Recently [in 2015] I had total knee replacement – not a fun thing, that’s for sure.  It was done to help relieve the pain in my knee, since the “cushion” in my knee was gone, and the two bones in my knee were grating upon each other.  Ouch!!  But through the surgery and the following physical therapy, I’ve tried to keep an upbeat spirit.  One of the best exercises was what they call “foot pumps.”  I joked that I would probably wake up from the anesthesia saying “foot pumps….foot pumps.”

I’ve joked with the therapists and their assistants.  When the therapist commented that I wasn’t “grunting and groaning” when he was severely pushing on my leg, I told him that my mind was saying “I can do all things through Christ who keeps pouring power into me….. I can do all things through Christ who keeps pouring power into me….. I can do all things through Christ who keeps pouring power into me…..(and by the way – that’s what the Greek actually says!)”  And he laughed.  I’ve gone back to see the nurse on the floor of the hospital where I was for four days.  She was such an inspiration – she even pulsed pom-poms as encouragement for us to get up and walk!  She always had a smile on her face.  And she seems pleased when Fred and I go back just to see her.  We get hugs.

My time in the physical therapy clinic is past now….anything else I “recover” will be by my own working out.  Recently on FB, I saw a video clip of a little girl – she couldn’t have been more than 1½ years old, trying to walk to her encouraging Daddy.  The thing that impressed me was that she was trying to learn to walk with a prosthetic leg!  I saw that and said to myself…”Well, Judy, if she can do THAT, you can just suck it up and dig in and work to get this leg back into shape!  No more belly-aching!!”

Everyone says that laughter – a good old-fashioned belly laugh – is some of the best medicine anyone can have in healing.  And that’s why that toy truck struck my funny-bone.  It gave me such a good laugh, that my spirits were lifted.

And here’s a directive from scripture:

Rejoice in the Lord always.  I will say it again:  REJOICE!

Philippians 4:4

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson and a great-granddaughter. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

Our Trip to Spain-Part 18

3 Aug

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Day 15

We couldn’t believe this was the last day of our amazing tour in southern Spain.  We were up early in order to pack our bags and have our farewell breakfast.  Then we made the rounds to say goodbye to the tour company and Bajondillo staff that had been so helpful during our stay.  By then it was time to board the bus for the 30-minute bus ride to the Malaga airport.  After checking in for our Air France flight to Paris, we had time for a snack before it was time to board our 12:00 noon flight.  We had a 2-hour layover in Paris (just enough time for us to see the sights there in the Charles De Gaulle Airport) and then it was ‘Across the Pond’ on Delta to Atlanta, and another short layover, then south to Orlando, Florida, and home.  

Photo Credit: https://flyawaysimulation.com/delta-airlines-l1011-tristar/

Again, the service on all of these flights was excellent, and the memory of those delicious meals is a dream of ‘by-gone days’ that I long for, on every flight now days, when I’m handed a pack of peanuts or pretzels.  Our daughter and her husband were waiting to greet us when we arrived in Orlando.  By the time we collected our bags from baggage claim and were driven the 35 miles to our home in Titusville, it was almost midnight.  You better believe we were ready to see our own beds and get a good night’s rest.

Photo Credit: https://www.inflightfeed.com/delta-airlines/

Salutation:

Overall, we had a very wonderful trip.  We were able to visit firsthand, with the people in and around Spain’s beautiful Costa del Sol region of southern Spain.  And we were also able to visit Tangier in Morocco, as well as some of the smaller towns and villages in northwestern Africa.  This allowed us to see just how very differently people lived and worked, just across the water from one another.  If it wasn’t for DiVoran’s getting sick and missing some of the tours, we could have called this the perfect trip.  Who would have guessed that after the disastrous 9/11/2001 event here in America, that we would have been able to say this about our trip on 9/30/2001, when our trip was over?  I hope you have enjoyed reading these blogs about our trip to Spain as much as I have enjoyed writing about them.  The many memories of those wonderful times DiVoran and I had on that trip have been wonderful in themselves.  Now, here is wishing each and every one of you safe, wonderful, and memorable travels, whenever and wherever you go.

Photo Credit: Bill & DiVoran Lites               

     My Favorite Scripture: John 10:10b

—–The End—–

Bill is a retired Mechanical engineer living with his wonderful artist/writer wife, DiVoran, of 64 years in Titusville, Florida. He was born and raised in the Southwest, did a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy, attended Northrop University in Southern California and ended up working on America’s Manned Space Program for 35 years. He currently is retired and spends most of his time building and flying R/C model airplanes, traveling, writing blogs about his travels for Word Press and supporting his wife’s hobbies with framing, editing and marketing.  He also volunteers with a local church Car Care Ministry and as a tour guide at the Valiant Air Command Warbird Museum there in Titusville.  Bill has two wonderful children, two outstanding grandchildren, and a loving sister and her husband, all of whom also live in Central Florida, so he and DiVoran are rewarded by having family close to spend lots of quality time with.

One of Bill’s favorite Scriptures is:  John 10:10

Min’s Cafe 🍽 Part 2

1 Aug

My Take

DiVoran Lites

I loved to dance, so Grandmother paid for dance lessons while we still lived with her and Granddad in Canon City. However, when we got to Westcliffe, I had to find places to dance. When the tourists came, Dad put a huge dining table in the middle of the room for the tourists, so there was no room for a dancer there. But we still had the garage between the gas station and the restaurant, which smelled like tire rubber, with plenty of room for playing shadow hands and dancing. 

One of the best things that happened was that we rode out to a ranch and selected a fuzzy brown puppy to keep. Dad told us to take all our money and pay for the dog when we got him. We gathered all the money we had made from washing dishes, cleaning tables, taking out the trash, and swatting flies in the summer. Between us, we had thirty cents. We never knew if Dad gave the owner more. We named the wiggly creature Brownie. As far as I recall, he was the only dog in town, and all the town loved him. We could go anywhere with him at any time, and every night he escorted us to the house and stayed as a guard as we slept. 

The old railroad duplex where we lived when Jeanine and I were in third grade. My brother David, neighbor Jeanine, her baby brother Kenny, Helen, and me in the majorette boots. 

We weren’t supposed to walk to the creek just out of town. The water ran too fast for children, but I started slipping in wearing my clothes when I was about ten. I could let them dry before I went to the restaurant. Unfortunately, I didn’t know when the shorts and tee shirt were thoroughly dry. When I stepped into the back room of Min’s, Mother knew where I’d been. I think she just turned me over to the Lord, and I kept on with my wild ways. I only remember one spanking from Dad and none from Mother, but I may have forgotten a few. We had the run of the town with Brownie as guardian. 

Photo credit:Pixabay

The duplex had one bedroom barely big enough for a bed and a dresser. That was mom and dad’s room. There was a living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen. Dad installed a bunk bed in the kitchen for us kids. We put our clothes and toys in the kitchen drawers and cupboards. David slept on the top bunk, and I slept on the bottom. If the wind got bad or the coyotes out prairie got loud, I climbed up to join him on the top bunk. When I climbed the ladder and settled next to him, the top bunk fell onto the lower bunk. We slept on the double bunk, which was crooked, and Daddy put them back together the next day. 

Photo credit:Pixabay

Min’s Café was prosperous enough for Dad to buy a Piper Cub, and several times he flew us over the mountain peaks to Canon City to visit Grandmother and Granddad. The cockpit was so small that David and I had to squeeze behind the seats and sit on a wooden platform. There wasn’t even room for luggage. One time out of boredom, I made airplane sounds, but Mother told me to stop because it might make Daddy think there was something wrong with the engine. 

When we returned to the house one winter after a flying spree, I found that the goldfish I had won at a town get-together had frozen solid. I begged Daddy to thaw it out, but he wouldn’t even try, so I was in mourning for a day or two.

Another time my little brother and I went to a town dance; he was kind enough to walk with me in a marked circle as the pianist played. The quilters of the town had patched together a beautiful quilt. David and I were in the winner’s spot when the music stopped. It was a beautiful quilt with a lot of blue in it. David didn’t have any interest, so he gave it to me. I loved that quilt until I wore it out. 

As children, we went to the town dances on our own while Mother and Dad worked at Min’s. As the other people of the town went for refreshments, our parents would ask how we were behaving, and we always got straight A’s. 

To be continued

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

I Love Carpet-Part 4

31 Jul

SUNDAY MEMORIES

continued

From Heidelberg, we moved to Virginia.  We purchased our second house,

Our Virginia House

which had loose-laid carpets in all the bedrooms, living room (now I was glad we didn’t have that rust carpet with us!), dining room and family room.  The padding wasn’t too good, so we upgraded that in later years, to find that the carpets were quite good quality, and were going to last a good long time with new padding.  They were all a light tan color, and went well with all our furniture.

1991 – our grandson taking the taste test of a new toy this shows the light tan/cream carpet

We later purchased some very pretty, very thick carpet to replace what was in the family room.  All the floors in this house were wood.  The kitchen had rolled vinyl.  I purchased bathroom carpet for our master bathroom in dark brown, and gold for the second bathroom upstairs.  For the bathroom downstairs, I just had bath mats.

After living there for nearly 13 years, we decided to move to Florida.  Both our girls were married by this time and out of our house.  We purchased a new house in Kissimmee, which is essentially a suburb of Orlando. 

There was either carpet or vinyl throughout the house, so we didn’t need to purchase any new carpets, thank goodness.

Looking from the kitchen into the family room – carpet and vinyl flooring

We lived in that house for three-and-one-half years before selling it and moving to Orlando proper.

This house that we live in now, has carpet in the living/dining room, and all three bedrooms.  Other than that, all the floors are ceramic tile.  We did purchase a loose-laid rug for the family room, just to make it a bit more comfortable.

 the rug we purchased

The bathrooms only have throw rugs or bath mats.  I did have a throw rug for the entry/laundry room, but recently I tripped on it and fell hard on that ceramic tile.  So it’s out the door!

Well….that’s my saga about carpet.  I still love to walk barefoot through the carpets in our house.  And when we go to Titusville to visit my brother Bill and his delightful wife DiVoran, I luxuriate my feet in the carpet in their living room.  It’s a gorgeous dusty rose, and feels so good on my toes! 

As you can see from this series, I take my shoes off as often as I can!

~~~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~~

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson and a great-granddaughter. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

Your Battle Belongs to the Lord

30 Jul

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged July 30, 2022

July 29, 2022

“I’m going to be brutally honest,” a woman said in our recent Zoom meeting.

She cleared her throat. “Are Christians lying? Or are some of them faking or covering up the real truth? Even though we’re believers, how can we not feel fear, have moments of doubt and feel like screaming, God, this is enough!”

No one in the group answered. Could it be because we agreed with her?

In silence, we hid those same emotions deep inside. We managed to cover them under the I-have-enough-faith notion.

But who could blame us?

We’re human and although we’re believers in Christ, we’re afraid to open up and admit that yes, sometimes we wake up and wonder what will be next? Other times we can’t even receive God’s Word well enough to face all the ugliness that paints this dark world.

But what spreads more subtly than the pandemic of anxiety is the number of Christians who face that battle between sinking in fear or standing in faith. Peter experienced the same dilemma when the storm came. He should have believed Jesus would protect him and kick fear to the curb. But instead, he blurted words of fear and worry, contagious enough to spread to the other disciples. Peter thought He was on his own, defenseless and unequipped to fight the battle of fear.

We’re all in that same boat, buffeted by that same storm of uncertainty. And while holding on tight hoping we won’t be crushed, we must choose the group to which we belong. The one that will sink in the deep waters of anxiety, swallowed by fear. Or the group who looks to God for His wisdom and has the audacity to look beyond the circumstances and dare to invite faith to come in. to ponder on His victory. To declare He already took care of the danger. And to step under His banner of ultimate glory.

That’s why we choose to stand on His side as He fights our battles. And wearing the garment of gratitude, we do our part by joining Him with the weapons of faith, commitment, truth and confidence.

Let’s Pray

Father, no matter how bad things get, I vow to remain on the side that trusts in You. When inflation rises, my faith will increase. When bad news come, I shall run to You for protection. I will rejoice because when I’m under the side of Your grace, no evil can harm me, my life or my family. In Jesus name.

Which side are you on these days?

Janet

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Crumpled Paper

28 Jul

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Image by Steve Johnson from Pixabay

Does this look familiar? You have so much you want to write, but you can’t seem to get your thoughts on paper, well paper that isn’t crumpled up anyway? Take heart, at least you have crumpled paper which is more than I have. I don’t think I could carry a plot line longer that a page and a half. You have the desire to tell your stories and that is a good start.

But sometimes one does need help to get started and that is why I am sharing about a writing conference in my hometown. Plus, my daughter Rebekah will be speaking on writing fiction. And you know how moms are.

Conference details

Pastor Charles Morris of Raising the Standard International Publishing LLC is leading a writing conference in my hometown of Titusville, Florida September 16-18, 2022. I’ve included information about Pastor Charles from the conference website.

In 2021 Charles established Raising the Standard International Publishing LLC to self-publish his works and assist others to do so. He has the heart’s desire to assist other believers to write and publish their books; thus he established Kingdom Impact Christian Writer’s Conferences in 2022.  

This is a hands-on event. It is recommended that each person plan to bring a laptop and be ready to put into practice what’s being taught! The maximum number of attendees for the conference is 70. By limiting the number of attendees, you won’t just be a face in a crowd. The classes and panels will cover:

  • Fiction-Rebekah Lyn
  • Non Fiction- Pastor Charles Morris
  • Chris McClure-Marketing

The conference is being held in the retreat center on the campus of Park Avenue Baptist Church, 2600 S. Park Ave. Titusville, Fl. If you click the link above, at this time, I can’t verify that the kitchen will be available for general use and I don’t believe the two bedroom apartment is available. It is a comfortable and inviting space. The conference fee is $200.00 without accommodations. Here is a copy/paste from the conference website.

KICW Conference Fee: $200.00 per person ($250.00 per married couple). ​

Accommodations Fees: Maximum on-campus housing is 48. Availability on a first-come status. Off-campus hotel availability is dependent upon tourism. The maximum number of attendees for the conference is 70. ​

Park Avenue Baptist Church Retreat Accommodations:

$30.00 per night for double occupancy. 2 per room for 3 nights (Friday, Saturday, & Sunday) is $90.00 per person.

$60.00 per night for single room occupancy. 1 per room for 3 nights (Friday, Saturday, & Sunday) is $180.00.

Registration for the room will be through this Writers Conference Retreat Site.

Total cost: Registration & double occupancy room for 3 nights: (200 + 90=$290.00)

Registration & single occupancy room for 3 nights: (200 + 180=$380.00)

Registration for married plus double occupancy room for 3 nights: (250 + 180=$430.00)

The hotel accommodations after the 48 max on-campus housing will be the responsibility of the attendee. The Campus Retreat rates are on a first come first serve basis. Each person is responsible for their meals

Titusville is a small town, but we do have a variety of restaurants within 15 minutes of the conference and of course, Door Dash. We are located on the east coast of Florida, and one can view launches from Kennedy Space Center on the banks of the Indian River and if you are a fan of space flight, Space X has nine launches scheduled for September!

Now that I have done my mom thing, let’s talk about me! LOL. The most excitement at our house of late was a trip up into the Great Smoky Mountain National Park on Tuesday. We set out around 9:30 am and didn’t rush. As always the mountains and forests were beautiful and since it was a weekday traffic wasn’t bad. We almost always stop at Newfound Gap to enjoy the view and on this trip we easily found a parking place. Sometimes in the summer or fall, the parking is full.

The clouds were hanging low over the mountains and we even drove through one. Growing up in the flat Florida, I still feel amazement driving in clouds. Seeing families together enjoying nature warms my heart.

This parking lot is the dividing line between North Carolina and Tennessee. What I find to be really weird is that many times the weather is different on each side. In this case, as soon as we began the descent into Tennessee, the mist and clouds cleared.

As you emerge from the National Park in Tennessee there are two choices, follow highway 441 into Gatlinburg, TN or turn off to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Fifty years ago, Pigeon Forge was called the “quiet side” of the Smokies compared to the hustle of tourist trade in Gatlinburg. I miss that. Now it is packed with every kind of tourist entertainment imaginable including Dollywood. Fortunately the next town over has normal non-tourist shopping and we were able to pick up some items we needed.

On our return trip traffic was at a standstill on the North Carolina side of the park. A small herd of elk were crossing the road so park personnel were holding back the cars while they crossed. A mama and her baby decided to not join the herd and I was able to snap a picture from the car window.

Please feel free to share the writing conference with friends! Who knows, you may end up being a character in one of their writings!

The conference is an easy drive from the southeast and conveniently located near three airports: Orlando, Sanford Orlando and Melbourne.

I'm a winner

After my retirement, I decided to re-learn the canning and preserving skills I learned from my mother but hadn’t practiced for twenty years. I titled the blog Old Things R New to chronicle my experience.  Since then I have been blessed to have six other bloggers join me, DiVoran Lites, Bill Lites,  Judy Wills, Louise Gibson, Janet Perez Eckles and Melody Hendrix

In addition to blogging, I work as the publicist/marketer/ amateur editor and general  “mom Friday” for my author daughter, Rebekah Lyn. I also manage her website, Rebekah Lyn Books  

My 2022 goal is continue to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media.

Our Trip to Spain-Part 17

27 Jul

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Day 14

Thank goodness DiVoran was feeling much better this morning and was ready to join the group today.  After breakfast our group boarded a bus for the 30-minute trip to Malaga for a tour of the Perez Texeira Winery.  This was a very interesting tour that gave us an idea of how some of the larger wine company’s processing operations work.  It was a little early for taking wine samples, but there always seems to be that small group that can handle spirits any time of the day.

Photo Credit:Bill Lites

After that interesting experience, we were bussed to the Plaza de toros de La Malagueta (bullring) for a tour of that famous structure.  Built in 1876, this arena is located in the eastern district of Malaga, right alongside the famous Paseo de Reding.  This bullring is famous for hosting the annual bullfights in Malaga during the Feria de Agosto (August Fair) which commemorates the conquest of Malaga by the Catholic Monarchs  in August 1487.  The small Museo Taurino Antonio Ordóñez (museum) is attached to the building and displays famous bulls’ heads and a limited selection of bullfighting costumes and memorabilia.

Photo Credit:Bill Lites

After out tour of the bullring and museum, we were bussed to one of the larger hotels, there in Malaga, where we were served lunch on their outdoor patio.  It was a lovely day, and we all enjoyed the fresh air.  The food was excellent, and we discussed the many adventures we had encountered during our stay in Spain.

Photo Credit:DiVoran Lites

After lunch we were bussed back to Torremolinos and the Bajondillo where DiVoran and I took a nice rest.  That afternoon we had planned to take advantage of the ‘A Taste of Village Life’ program again and visit one of the local homes for dinner.  This meal had been arranged by the tour company and was scheduled for late afternoon.  This time we visited a local couple, about our age, who lived just on the outskirts of town in a small cottage.  They were a delightful couple (who spoke English) and we had a wonderful time discussing our lives and families.  They had prepared a delicious traditional Spanish meal for us, and we visited long after we could eat no more.

Photo Credit:Bill Lites

After thanking the couple for a wonderful evening and saying our goodbyes, we walked back to the Bajondillo, where the evenings flamenco performance was still going on.  We stayed until it was over and then retired to our room where we were glad to see our beds.  It didn’t take us long to fall fast asleep after this exciting day’s fun activities.

Photo Credit:Bill Lites

—–To Be Continued—–

Bill is a retired Mechanical engineer living with his wonderful artist/writer wife, DiVoran, of 64 years in Titusville, Florida. He was born and raised in the Southwest, did a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy, attended Northrop University in Southern California and ended up working on America’s Manned Space Program for 35 years. He currently is retired and spends most of his time building and flying R/C model airplanes, traveling, writing blogs about his travels for Word Press and supporting his wife’s hobbies with framing, editing and marketing.  He also volunteers with a local church Car Care Ministry and as a tour guide at the Valiant Air Command Warbird Museum there in Titusville.  Bill has two wonderful children, two outstanding grandchildren, and a loving sister and her husband, all of whom also live in Central Florida, so he and DiVoran are rewarded by having family close to spend lots of quality time with.

One of Bill’s favorite Scriptures is:  John 10:10

What Matters to You?

26 Jul

Reblogged from September 15, 2017

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

Compassion and love are what matters
Reach out to a needy soul.
There is such a hunger for recognition
Make communication your goal.

People need people.
Listen with your heart to this plea.
“I don’t want to walk alone.”
There is such comfort in company.

Every day is a blessing
that comes from our Lord above.
Walk with a grateful spirit.
Do all things in the spirit of love.

I recognize that bad things happen,
Most of which we cannot comprehend.
But then, we are not made to understand it.
Try to be an optimist to the end.

When you accept the things you cannot change
You will dwell on things worthwhile.
Put on a happy face –
You are never fully dressed until you smile.

Food for Thought:
“When God pushes you to the edge, trust Him fully,
because only two things can happen.
Either He will catch you when you fall
or He will teach you how to fly.” Unknown

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