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SOME RANDOM THOUGHTS…2

7 Apr

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

As I stated last week:  There are times when it seems like I have nothing come to mind to write about.  And then I will have some thoughts flit through my mind and then disappear just as quickly.  Sometimes I can grab hold of some of them and put them down on paper – in this case, on the page in the computer.

That happened recently, and here is what I was able to remember – and it had me jumping out of bed and racing to the computer to get my memories down on paper – well, in the computer, anyway:

I was reading a book in bed before I went to sleep, and in the story, the heroine was trying to make friends with a shy horse – probably an abused and mistreated horse.  So she went into the field where other horses approached her asking for a handout, which she gave to them.  She definitely tried NOT to catch the eye of the shy horse. 


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As I read that, I realized that I had a similar experience once – but not with a horse, with a dog. 

As this memory goes, we were visiting Fred’s parents in San Antonio, Texas.  They always liked to get their walking exercise by going to Eisenhower Park, just west of San Antonio, and walking there. 


Credit Google Search and Eisenhower Park website

Credit Google Search and Eisenhower Park website
Credit Google Search and Eisenhower Park website

We always went with them when we visited. It had some nice trails and hills to walk along.

This one particular morning, there was a man who was walking with four or five greyhounds, on leashes.

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Because I love most any kind of animal, I stopped and began to pet the dogs…and they just ate up the attention.  However, there was one who hung back, eyeing me cautiously.

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The man said that all of the greyhounds were rescue dogs, from the racing circuit.  The dog who was hanging back had been mistreated, and was having a difficult time trusting humans.


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Therefore, I tried to not push myself on that particular dog, all but ignoring her, but making over the other ones.  As I was beginning to work my way away from the dog crowd, I felt one more nudge of a wet doggie nose on my hand.  Looking down, I realized it was the standoff dog that was nosing her way into my space, and wanted her share of the love and attention. So I made sure that I gave her as much love and petting as she could handle.  

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The man was amazed that she had come to the group – and me – as quickly as she did.

I felt blest to be able to give that one particular dog my full attention and affection.

And by-the-way, in the book, the heroine was able to make friends with the horse, and they had a long, lovely friendship.

More next week…

JUDYJudy 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.
She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

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7 lies that can add to your anxiety

6 Apr

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged April 6, 2019

With a lump in my throat, I fight back tears of gratitude for this note from one of my readers:

“My brother had your book Trials of Today, Treasures for Tomorrow dedicated to me. I read every page. And my favorite part is when you explained about making Jesus the center of your life. I was compelled to do the same.”

Although those words touched this reader, my desire was to pour my soul through in the pages of my book where I recount the episodes in my life. Those chapters where I faced storms I thought were too violent to endure.

7 lies.

Not only violent, but too big for me. And at the same time, they seemed too insignificant for God. To fuel the fire of despair, I added more lies of my own:

  1. I was alone to face them.
  2. I was the only one who faced the degree of pain.
  3. It was up to me to figure out a way out of my despair.
  4. I would never be happy again.
  5. I deserved some of what happened to me.
  6. I had the right to blame others.
  7. God is distant, and deaf to my cries.

Lies and more lies triggered self-pity and multiplied my tears at night. But morning of hope came shining in the story in the boat when His disciples, similar to my emotional state, trembled in the storm:

“He said to his disciples, ‘Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?’” (Mark 4:39-40).

He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, Quiet! Be still! Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.” 

Did you read that?

Not partly, but completely calm. He calms the storm within—enough to expose the lies so His truth can sing within. He brings peace around us, and invites tranquility to cover us.

He’s extending the same invitation to you. Maybe you’re holding on to the sides of the boat, knuckles white, heart drumming while the wind of loneliness blows.  And, He’s asking you the same thing:  Did lies erase your faith? Did you overlook His grace? Did you dismiss His reassurance He’s with you, right now, in Your pain and in Your storm?

Let’s pray:

Father, I confess the deceptive notions that burn in my heart. Even when my world is buffeted by the violent storm, I ask you to fill my heart with wisdom to recognize the lies that invade my thoughts. Replace them with deep faith to know You’re with me, near me, and over me till the storm passes by. In Jesus’ name, amen.

How about you? What lies do you need to silence during your storm?

Janet

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Janet Eckles Perez

Some say she should be the last person to be dancing. Her life is summarized in this 3-minute video: http://bit.ly/1a8wGJR

Janet Perez Eckles’ story of triumph is marked by her work as an international speaker, #1 best-selling author, radio host, personal success coach and master interpreter. Although blind since 31, her passion is to help you see the best of life.

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Seeking Peace-When God Says Go

5 Apr

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I’ve had John 4:46-54 in my Seeking Peace notes for a couple of weeks. I imagined a distressed father, who had probably run most of the way to find Jesus, dropping to his knees before him, desperate for his child to live. Jesus didn’t question him or preach to him, he simply said, “Go, your child will live.” The father, a Royal official didn’t hesitate. Maybe due to his position of authority, he recognized it in Jesus, or maybe he was too desperate to doubt.

Regardless of the father’s reason to obey, God sent him off with a promise, your son will live. In my journey into peace, I am learning to listen for the promise and go.

Love- Love is meant to be shared. Loving God with all my heart, soul, mind and strength, infuses me with love to share with others.

Joy- To my surprise this week, I realized that despair actually led me to joy.

Peace- Peace comes in trusting that God has the authority to deliver on His promises.



EPCOT Flower Festival

4 Apr

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

We enjoyed our Tuesday afternoon trip to EPCOT for our wedding anniversary. The weather was perfect for us, sunny, but with a cool breeze. I didn’t need to add another layer to my short sleeve shirt until we boarded the tram for the parking lot. The park was crowded as it usually is during Spring break, but since we were there for the flowers and not the rides, the crowd didn’t deter us.

One of my must see activities was the butterfly garden. It was enclosed in a high tent-like structure and while there were not a lot of butterflies in flight, our daughter got a nice picture of this one. Nearby, a girl was coaxing a butterfly to light on her finger.

The flowers and shrubs at EPCOT as well as the other parks are always beautiful, but during the Flower and Garden show the plantings are over the top and they are labeled. As I moved through the butterfly garden and observed the plant names, I was surprised at the variety. My take away is that if a plant has colorful flowers, it will attract butterflies.

We enjoyed all the colorful topiaries but Kermit the Frog was my favorite. I loved the excitement of the little one reaching out for Kermit.

The reflections of color in the water was beautiful and I was glad to be there at the perfect time to see it.

It was a good day.

I'm a winnerAfter 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  where we frequently host the best in up and coming authors.

My 2019 goal is to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media. You can visit Real Life Books and Media You Tube Channel if you would like to view some of the mini-videos I have created for our church, Gateway Community in Titusville, Fl.

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2018 Florida Road Trip Part 13

3 Apr

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

 

Day 13 Wednesday 10/31/2018

 

After a great breakfast at Denny’s this morning, I headed south on I-95 to visit the Southeast Museum of Photography (which is part of the Daytona State College) located in Daytona Beach.  This museum is best known for its rotating annual series of artistic events and photographic art displays.

 

 

The museum didn’t open until 11:00, so while I was in Daytona Beach, I headed west on U.S.-92 a few miles to visit the Daytona International Speedway Museum.  Because of all the race-day traffic cones and painted lane directions, it took me a while to find the museum. Once I found the museum entrance, I discovered you can’t see the cars in the museum collection unless you are part of one of the museum’s guided tours.  I was fast heading for a time/location crunch, so I said, “No thank you”for today’s museum tour and headed back up I-95 to meet my son for lunch in Ormond Beach.

 

 

Before I started this trip, I knew I would be going right by my son, Bill’s, office there in Ormond Beach on the last day of my trip, and made arrangements with him to meet at a restaurant close to his office.  When I arrived at Bill’s office, he had already made arrangements for us to eat at one of his favorite BBQ Shacks.  We drove over to Colt’s Pig Stand, where I had a “Verity Plate” of some of the most delicious pork sausages.  Outside the restaurant, Colt’s Pig Stand has the absolute largest “mobile BBQ Cooker” I’ve ever seen!  When they say, “We Deliver”they really mean it.

After that delightful lunch with my son, Bill, he went back to work, and I headed south on I-95 and east on U.S. 92 again.  This time I was looking for the Daytona Beach International Airport, so I could visit the Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University.  Embry-Riddle was founded in 1925 as an aircraft dealer and U.S. Mail provider, located in Cincinnati, OH.  During WWII Embry-Riddle operated as an aviation school in Miami, FL.  After the war, in 1965, the Embry-Riddle Aeronautical Institute was moved to the Daytona, Beach location.  The school continued to grow and expand over the years, and was renamed Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University in 1970.  I had always wanted to visit the university, thinking they would have a static display of aircraft spanning the years.

 

 

But I was wrong.  This large scale model hanging in the lobby of one of the Aviation Maintenance Sciences buildings was just about it.  The only other airplanes I saw as I drove thru the Engineering campus were the many Cessna 150’s being flown by student pilots. I sat and watched them take off and land for a few minutes, and I estimated there was an airplane taking off at about 1-minute intervals, and one landing about every 2-minutes.  All I can say is, they must have some really good Traffic Controller’s in their tower to keep all those airplanes out of trouble.

 

 

Next I headed south on U.S. -1 and A1A a few miles to visit the Ponce de Leon Lighthouse & Museum located at Ponce Inlet.  The first lighthouse built in this area was a wooden structure in 1835, but it didn’t last. In late 1835, during the Second Seminole War (1835-1842), the natives attacked and set fire to the structure and it collapsed the following year.  It was not until 1887 that another lighthouse (known as the Mosquito Inlet Light) was built on the north side of Mosquito Inlet.  This 175 foot tall lighthouse is the tallest in Florida, and one of the tallest in the U.S.

 

 

In 1927 the name Mosquito Inlet was changed to Ponce de Leon Inlet, and the lighthouse was turned over to the U.S. Coast Guard in 1939.  In 1972 the Coast Guard deeded the lighthouse to the city of Ponce Inlet.   A Lighthouse Preservation Association was formed to restore the lighthouse and three lighthouse keeper dwellings, and they also operate the museum.  In 1982 the lighthouse was restored to active service.

 

 

By now I was only about 50 miles from home, and headed south on U.S.-1 thru the familiar towns of New Smyrna, Edgewater, Oak Hill, and Mims, before reaching the outskirts of Titusville. As I pulled into my driveway, ending another interesting and unusual trip, I was filled with that warm feeling I get when I’ve been away from home for a while, and know I am about to see my lovely wife DiVoran,  and be sleeping in my own bed tonight.  I sure hope you have enjoyed reading about my adventures on this Florida Road Trip as much as I have writing about it.  It’s been fun, reliving the various experiences accompanied by some of the sights and sounds along the way.  That’s it for now folks.  Hope you will join me next time, when I take to the road again, to who knows where and when.

 

 

 

—–The End—–

 

 

Bill is a retired Mechanical engineer living with his wonderful artist/writer wife, DiVoran, of 61 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.

 

Bill

 

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

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Happy as Two Pigs

2 Apr

Isn’t this picture adorable?

Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary and our daughter is treating us to a visit to EPCOT at Walt Disney World for the Flower and Garden festival. I checked out the list of music that will be rocking the festival and TobyMac will be there later in the month.! I may need to go back!

We enjoy strolling through the park marveling at the fantastic display of flowers and topiaries. I enjoy their butterfly gardens and try to get some tips on attracting butterflies to our yard.

I received a new camera at Christmas and hope to get some interesting shots. I am looking forward to the visit and even the weather is going to cooperate. High in the 70s!

Happy Anniversary to us, 48 years!

We were kids!

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How Ivan and Dora Met

1 Apr

My Take

DiVoran Lites

 

Dora’s: Dad, her Aunt, Dora herself, her mother and her grandmother circa 1920.

 

Written by Dora

Ivan was born in Hidalgo Illinois in June1915. I was born in Pueblo, Colorado in January 1916. We met as children in Canon City, Colorado when our families were neighbors. Also, we played together at Redmond’s, a childhood friend who was English.

Many years later, on April 25, 1930, when we were fourteen,  Ivan’s parents, Ira and Marie Bowers and my parents, Roger and Mabel Bedell took us to the Fireman’s Ball in the Annex over Woolworth’s.

I made the floor-length pale-green dress in home economics class. It had a sash that tied into a big  bow in back. When I put it on I felt shiny and beautiful, and to me, Ivan’s curly dark hair and mischievous blue eyes looked like a prince.  Even though years would pass and we’d both date other people, I fell in love with him that night.

In my high school years,I lived on a farm with an apple orchard with Mother, Dad, and my sister Judy, who had been born when I was eleven. She was born because I prayed for a little sister. Sometimes our brother, Smithy and his wife Lena and their son Roger, would come to visit. From time to time, relatives came to stay because the Great Depression had left them jobless and homeless. Because we raised much of our own food, and my dad had a job as the manager of the Canon City Gas Company, so no one ever went hungry. We housed the relatives in the little house out back. and they helped with the work.

For bathing,we brought in buckets of water from the cistern outside. We filled the reservoir on the stove and heated the water. Then we ladled and poured the water into a galvanized washtub in the middle of the kitchen floor and were ready for the first bather. Each of us bathed in turn according to seniority. By the time the youngest bathed, the water was cold and a sort of scum had risen to the top. Although getting the bath water ready may have taken a long time, the actual bathing was quick.

Ivan’s family had an indoor bathroom in their house on Main Street. In fact, their plumbing included a shampoo sink for Marie’s beauty shop. Later Ira worked at the Colorado State Penitentiary as a guard. He went to the pen at five or six AM every workday morning. Wearing a spiffy guard’s uniform that we all admired. He saw a lot of criminals come and go and retired after twenty-six years,

Marie remembered going out to eat and receiving extra courteous treatment from the criminal bosses who might happen to also be dining out that night. They treated the guards and their families well and expected themselves and their families in prison to be treated well in return.

In May 1934, the farmer’s daughter, Dora, and the prison guard’s son, Ivan went to the Canon City High School Senior banquet. We didn’t go with the people we were dating because they weren’t finishing high school and weren’t allowed, but after the banquet, I went to the dance with Harold and Ivan took a girl named Helen. Ivan and were just good friends at the time, or so we thought.

 

Author, Poet and Artist

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.”

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