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Subliminal Egg Messaging

21 Aug

My daughter and I were shopping at Publix Supermarket today. I like to scan the dairy and egg sections for possible marked down items and noticed these eggs. It wasn’t the price that caught my eye, it was the name!

The subliminal message is that if I eat these eggs from the Happy Egg company, I will be happy and feel free.

I am pretty sure those eggs won’t fulfill the subliminal message for me but I know what will.

Be happy as you serve the Lord!
    Come before him with happy songs! Psalm 100:2 in the ERV (easy to read version)

Leaving the past behind

17 Aug

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged August 17, 2019

“That’s him,” my friend said. “It has to be him.”

The soft evening breeze at SeaWorld made the concert delightful. The band’s catchy and familiar beat never got old, but the members of the 70’s band sure did.

“After all these years,” she said, “who knew he’d be still playing.”

“Did you try to go and say hi?” I asked, assuming that would be the first thing I would do.

“No,” she said, “although we were close friends. He belongs to the lifestyle I had during that time. And I don’t care to go back.”

Gulp. A bit of guilt slithered in. In a minute, I would have rushed to him and given him a big ole hug. And faster than a drum beat, I would’ve gushed an update of my life and asked about his.

But not my friend.

Her resolve to leave behind a life that wasn’t God-honoring was admirable. And choosing not to look back at time past where her life was empty was honorable.

She embraced the new streams of water in her new life. With no apologies, she danced to the melody of her new path. She relished in new friends. And her soul sang to God’s promise: “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland” (Isaiah 43:18-19).

Let’s Pray

Father, thank you for teaching me that I mustn’t go back to old ways. To ponder on past failures. To bring back old mistakes. I delight in the breeze of your promise that in the wasteland of bad memories, you’re creating a new spring of beautiful tomorrows. In Jesus’ name, amen.

Janet

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Did you know I wrote a book filled with words of encouragement, uplifting thoughts and illustrations of real-life triumph to empower you? Its title, Trials of Today, Treasures for Tomorrow: Overcoming Adversities in Life. You can get it HERE.

CLICK HERE for a one-minute inspirational video.

Looking for a speaker for your upcoming event? A great speaker makes the difference between a so-so event and one that shines with impact. I invite you to view one of my two-minute videos HERE.

Please share: Feel free to share Janet’s posts with your friends.

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.

www.janetperezeckles.com

Zap It!

15 Aug

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Last week I wrote about creating a video to do list for my husband. I did it in part as a joke and in part as an experiment. The joke and the experiment were a success. My husband saw the humor and I confirmed my observation that his memory is stimulated visually.

Speaking of visually, I had an A-Ha moment this week while sipping my morning coffee on the porch.

I am not a fan of bees who buzz me. I know they are necessary for pollination so I generally try to be tolerant, but tolerance has its limit. Each day it seems one particular bee has it in for me. One morning I spent claiming Dominion over the bee but the next day it returned. Something had to be done or I would have to abandon my porch time.

On our trip to Anderson, South Carolina last week, my husband bought an electronic bug zapper.

It uses batteries to power it. There is a small button you press when you swing the racket and it emits a low voltage zing that crackles and sparks if you connect with the bug.

The first time I connected with the bee it not only crackled and sparked it sparked twice. It scared me so much I almost dropped the racket!

I searched the porch floor for the bee, but couldn’t find it. I decided the swing of the racket must have propelled it off the porch. I settled back into my chair to enjoy the morning.

Before I could finish my coffee, I heard the drone of the bee again. He was back! The zapper must have only stunned it. The bee did seem to be moving slower, so the next time it drew close I swatted it again. And that was the end of the bee…until the next day.

The bug zapper and the bee seem to be a parallel to the battle for my mind and there is always a battle as the world continually bombards me with worry, fear, anger, you name it.

I am learning to reach for the greatest zapper of all time, the Word of God and His precious Holy Spirit. Yes, like the bee, the thoughts return, but as I practice daily rejecting (swatting) them, my response becomes more automatic and often I am prompted to pray God’s will over a situation and ask for blessings over those who anger or hurt me. And sometimes, I simply swat and move on.

I am not sure if the Gif below loaded and preview isn’t working. Grr….

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When He whispers to your soul

10 Aug

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged August 10, 2019

I settled in the seat beside my son, Jeff.   We waited with anticipation in the large theatre. The movie, “Son of God” was about to begin. This is the life! I thought, grinning like a kid with a super cool toy. Nothing like this has ever been available before…and there I was, about to try it for myself.

I slipped on the headphones. And as the movie began, so did the narration. This new gadget for the blind to hear the description of the action and silent scenes made me, well, giddy with joy.

Whenever there was no dialogue, the narration of the action whispered in my ear. And this chica enjoyed the featured movie like never before.

Whose narration are you listening to?

How about you? I know, unlike me, you have eyes to see. But I betcha you have listened to your own narration describing the scenery of your world —the things you did wrong, where you failed, what hurts, and what isn’t working in your life.

But what if we allowed God to whisper instead? He would relate His mighty strength when we’re weak. His mercy when we fail. His nurturing when we feel lost. His comfort when loneliness eats our peace. And even times when we feel unworthy, He would describe the portrait of us which He painted with His love.

The narration is sweet, the reassurance soothing. And the whisper to the soul sufficient to carry us through.

If we listen, really listen, His voice is gentle, yet carries the greatness of His power: “Although the Lord gives you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, your teachers will be hidden no more; with your own eyes you will see them. Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it’” (Isaiah 30:20-21).

Let’s Pray

Father, in those episodes of affliction, of restlessness and insecurity the whisper of your voice lifts my fear, dries my tears, and brushes calmness into my days. In the name of Jesus, I thank you. Amen.

Whose voice will you listen to today?

Janet

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Did you know I wrote a book filled with words of encouragement, uplifting thoughts and illustrations of real-life triumph to empower you? Its title, Trials of Today, Treasures for Tomorrow: Overcoming Adversities in Life. You can get it HERE.

CLICK HERE for a one-minute inspirational video.

Looking for a speaker for your upcoming event? A great speaker makes the difference between a so-so event and one that shines with impact. I invite you to view one of my two-minute videos HERE.

Please share: Feel free to share Janet’s posts with your friends.

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.

www.janetperezeckles.com

Seeking Peace-In the Everyday

9 Aug

My husband asked what I planned to do today. “I’m not sure, just piddling around,” I answered. I needed to put a clean cloth on the dining table and I wanted to spend some time working on new tweets for Rebekah Lyn Books.

I usually work on my computer at the dining alcove table so I decided to change the tablecloth first. I knew that staring at a task undone would annoy me.

I enjoy choosing a fresh tablecloth and had one in mind as I opened the drawer, a cheerful one with splashes of blues and flowers. But lying on top was a vintage tablecloth that had belonged to my mom. For years I didn’t use it because it is about 2 inches shorter than my table, then one day I said, what the heck. Each time I use it now, I am reminded of delicious meals and interesting conversation around the table. For me, the the tablecloth represents love.

I spread the cloth and began to choose what other items to add. Yesterday my husband brought in a yellow gladiola and I had placed it in a tall hot pink vase, enjoying the vibrant colors. I definitely wanted to enjoy it on the table.

When I turned 50 my family threw me a surprise birthday party. I received a flower pot in the shape of a VW van with flowers and peace symbols on it. I was a child of the Flower Power generation. I can’t remember if it was a gift or a decoration. For decades it has been simply a decoration on a shelf. A pleasant memory.

This year I decided to put it to use as it was intended, a flower pot. In Florida, I loved a plant called pink splash or polka dot plant as some are also green and white.. The plant was hard to grow as it does not flourish in the heat and I killed them summer after summer. The first time I grew them In North Carolina, I was shocked at how rapidly they grew and how large. Definitely not a small house plant.

For my flower power pot, I planted cuttings from the ones by my front door and they rooted immediately. Then I waited a week until they were healthy enough to trim. I didn’t want leggy plants.

The final object on my memory table, that’s what I began to call it as I wrote this piece, is a hot pad my daughter gave me as a souvenir from her Ireland trip. On our family trips each summer, I would purchase a hot pad with a picture of the place we visited as my souvenir memory. So this item touches memories past and present.

If you have been reading her blogs detailing the trip, you know how appropriate the umbrella is!

After all this chatter, here is the picture of my memory table. It is certainly not decorator quality, but it makes me smile and soothes my heart.

Often the slow times in our day can lead us to focus on the negative and we end up dissatisfied and angry. To guard against this, I find it helpful to remember the excellent advice of Phlippians 4:8.

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.

OOPS! I forgot the most important thing I needed to do this day. Make my husband a Keto peanut butter pie for his birthday tomorrow. He has lost 68 pounds!

There Are Memories and Then There is Memory

8 Aug

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

We didn’t have any adventures this past week to write about but we do have a nice memory stored up. Speaking of memory.

I have a question for the ladies. Does your husband seem to have memory loss when it comes to working on his “Honey-Do” list?

Image by Greg Montani from Pixabay

Mine has an incredible capacity to remember almost every movie he has seen, right down to the actors names. The same for You Tube videos. But he can’t seem to remember his “honey-do” list.

I have been trying out some apps by Adobe Spark and Adobe Video allows one to easily make short videos. While playing around with it, I experienced an A-HA moment. I would make a video for my husband!

The video is 45 seconds long. It incorporates a video list, my voice reading it, a guitar soundtrack and a humorous photo. I could have made it shorter, but I wanted to throw multiple options at his memory bank. I chose guitar music as he finds it to be relaxing.

And it worked! Without him knowing what I was up to, I casually asked him what he would like to accomplish this week, then I secretly created a list of 10 items. Monday I sent the video to his phone and he has already completed 9 of them. So ladies, download Adobe Spark Video ASAP and start creating!

My honey-do list this week included getting estimates from tree services to have a dead pine tree removed. It blew over in a rain storm a few weeks ago and was caught in the branches of another tree. I called yesterday and this morning, a very nice young man who owns the business came out and took the tree down. I think it took him 30 minutes. The tree trimming business has changed since we last had a tree removed. They have cool equipment!

Speaking of cool, I am looking forward to fall. Fall in the mountains of Western North Carolina is magical, with pleasant daytime temperatures and crisp evenings. It is my favorite time to explore new places outdoors or revisit favorites like the Heintooga Ridge Road, a one way drive through the woods off the Blue Ridge Parkway. Before the bridge was put in, one drove over a concrete pad to ford the water. Our children spent many happy times playing in the cold water and eating a picnic lunch on the bank.

Once the bridge was built, we moved our picnic to the Heintooga picnic area which is at the beginning of the one way drive.

Heintooga Picnic Area has 41 picnic sites, each with a table and charcoal grill. Magnificent trees surround the picnic area and the higher elevation provides opportunities to see birds that live high up in the mountains.
About half of the picnic tables were handmade of stone by the Civilian Conservation Corp in the 1930’s. They made the seats from split logs. More than 80 years later, these tables still provide a nice place to picnic
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MySmokyguide.com

If any of my readers feel inspired to create your own to do list videos, I would love to hear if they were successful. You could even do this with your children!

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.

So, what’s another disaster?

3 Aug

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged August 3, 2019

When will I learn? You’d think by now, aware of the limitations of my blindness, I’d be careful, really careful with the experiments and projects my young granddaughter and I do.

“It’s a disaster,” she groaned.

She was right. I had placed the hot iron on the paper covering the group of beads she creatively arranged on a pegboard.  The iron was too hot? I pressed too hard? Or missed one step in the instructions?

Don’t know. But after I lifted the iron, part of the melted beads had spread on the carpet, burning a baseball-size spot. Gulp.

Lesson Learned

After we dried her tears of disappointment, I took a deep breath, and then wisdom trickled in.

I knelt on the carpet and once the rug had cooled, I gently rubbed the palm of her hand on the scorched spot. “Feel this? This will help us remember that when we mess up, it’s not a failure if the mess-ups teach us a lesson.”

“What lesson?

“To read instructions more carefully.”

How many disasters have you have in life? Broken relationships, financial troubles, bad decisions, failed careers.

And the mess is there. They formed a rough spot in our heart, difficult to clean up.  Heartache and   regret melted in areas where they shouldn’t.

What if we didn’t consider them failures?

Instead, those very events can become God’s powerful reminder that He still restores. Because of Him, we may stumble, but will never fall. Relationships end, but His love still remains vibrant. Finances crumble, but He still provides. Careers end, but He gives new beginnings. Illness wants to shake away our peace, but His hand stops the fear.

When embracing the lesson, life smiles again as we repeat “I will praise the LORD, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I have set the LORD always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken” (Psalm 16:7-8).

Let’s Pray

Father, how often the failures, mistakes or calamities of life had threatened to shake me. But now, because you’re near me, peace still sings in my soul. And I know each broken area is the lesson that teaches me to wait in expectation for something new, something better, something richer and something worthy of your praise. In Jesus’s name, amen.

  • What has failed in your life lately?
  • Where do you find the lesson?
  • How will you allow God to turn it to good?
  • Which of your problems can be turned to a blessing for you?

Janet

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Did you know I wrote a book filled with words of encouragement, uplifting thoughts and illustrations of real-life triumph to empower you? Its title, Trials of Today, Treasures for Tomorrow: Overcoming Adversities in Life. You can get it HERE.

CLICK HERE for a one-minute inspirational video.

Looking for a speaker for your upcoming event? A great speaker makes the difference between a so-so event and one that shines with impact. I invite you to view one of my two-minute videos HERE.

Please share: Feel free to share Janet’s posts with your friends.

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.

www.janetperezeckles.com

It Can’t be August

1 Aug

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Can you believe it is Thursday already? This week is flying. Over the weekend I went down the rabbit hole of ancestry research. Sunday night, Ancestry.com and its enticing green leaf tips kept me enthralled until after 3 am. I couldn’t seem to stop clicking just one more hint. Of course, once I decided to step away from the computer, it took me an hour to fall asleep.

Ancestry green leaf for tips.

My husband and I had been talking about driving through the Great Smoky Mountain National Park and into Pigeon Forge, Tennessee to do some shopping. Monday morning, after 4 hours of sleep, I checked the week’s weather forecast and Monday was the only day with no prediction of rain. Sigh…Coffee to the rescue!

The weather was beautiful, sunny with a light cool breeze and we enjoyed the drive, taking advantage of the time to work on finishing the latest Baldacci audio book.

By the time we drove through Cherokee, NC and passed Newfound Gap on the North Carolina/Tennessee border, we were ready for lunch at one of our favorite picnic areas, Chimney Top. Stopping for a relaxing picnic is probably my favorite part of the drive.

Who says you can’t eat Keto on a picnic?

The restrooms are modern but housed in beautiful rustic stone buildings.

Recently videos have made the rounds of tourist getting too close to animals in the National Parks. One set of parents even ran and left their child to be tossed by a bison. There are signs everywhere warning people to keep their distance. This sign was on the inside door of the toilet stall. Unless one is blind, you can’t miss them.

Our first stop in Pigeon Forge was the Corning Revere Clearance center. It is one of my favorite stores. I love bargains and yes, I have a thing for kitchen stuff, think SnapWare. To my utter dismay, the store was empty..closed..gone. We even drove around to the front of the store, hoping for a “we’ve moved” sign. I pulled out my phone to find the location of the two other stores in the area, but the internet wasn’t loading so I moved to plan B. I would ask at a clothing shop in the same shopping center, it was the second store on my list.

In the clothing store the sales lady asked if I needed help and I asked if she knew where the Corning store had moved. The store didn’t move, it was closed along with every store in all 50 states! The company moved all of their business online. I fear this is going to be a snowballing trend in retail.

I found a bargain on a pair of jeans in the clothing store and then we moved on to my husband’s shopping spots-three discount tool stores, a camping outlet and his all time favorite, Smoky Mountain Knife Works. This place is huge! I didn’t take a picture as one would not do it justice. Here is a fun, short video from You Tube.

After all the shopping we began to think about supper. Pigeon Forge is pure tourist and loaded with restaurants but my taste buds had been salivating since we passed a Publix supermarket on the way to the knife store. Publix makes the best fried chicken. I went inside to buy a box while my husband set us up at a bistro table outside. We had everything needed except forks, but who needs forks for fried chicken?

After supper it was time to head back over the mountains. We were hoping the elk that hang out in the evening near the visitor information center at Oconaluftee would be near the road. They were reintroduced into the park several years ago and it has been successful. Often there are quite a few, but this time only 4 or 5. I took several shots of them. Photo bomb warning…..

By the time we arrived home, both of us were tired, but happy tired. Tuesday sped by after I got a sleepy, late start. Wednesday we met friends for breakfast and then I opened my computer and logged on to Ancestory and the rest is history! Pun intended. I’m now trying to figure out how my ancestors went from being part of King Henry VIII’s court to tenant farmers in North Carolina!

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.

Happy Place

30 Jul

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

When I was creating a graphic for my Monday church post I decided to use a beach theme. A lot of my extended family claim the beach as their happy place.

Today I listened to an author speaking about the power of fear. He said “don’t put your faith in fear.” I find myself doing that, facing a problem and my mind races ahead to the possible negative outcomes. I don’t have to do that. Hebrews 6:1 says:

We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain.

Today I choose hope.

While I enjoy the beach, my happy place is wherever I am surrounded by mountains. Where is your happy place?

Artwork

28 Jul

Sunday Memories

Judy Wills

I don’t have much “taste” when it comes to artwork.  I suppose I don’t have an “eye” for quality artwork, but, as the saying goes:  I know what I like, and what I don’t like.

Consequently, Fred and I have gathered artwork for our house throughout our married life that we like and enjoy.  It might not be what a lot of people would call quality, but it suits us and we are pleased with it.

I remember once, when Fred and I and our girls went to Washington D.C. for a visit. One of the places we visited was the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, as part of the Smithsonion Museums. As we walked through the museum, I was appalled at some of the paintings we saw there.  With respect to those who appreciate that type of art – my thought was that some of those artists had to be on some kind of hallucinating drug to see life that way.  Bizarre! After spending quite a few hours there, we all decided that we would not include that museum in our touring of D.C. again.  

When Fred and I (and Karen as a baby) lived in Wiesbaden, Germany, many starving artists would come around the American housing and attempt to sell their wares.  One came to our door once.  The artist had quite a few of her paintings – all the same theme but in different color tones.  I really liked the one she had in blue tones.  But her price was way out of our budget.  We kept telling her, we were very sorry but we just couldn’t afford that painting.  She kept lowering her price.  We kept resisting.  She finally, in desperation, gave us her final price – one that we really could afford. And so we purchased the painting from her.  It still hangs in our house, and we enjoy it.

While not really “artwork” per se, there is another one we have hanging that we enjoy.  It took me many years to get framed and hung, but we like it.  We had visited the Gutenberg Museum while in Germany, and I had purchased this copy of a page of the Gutenberg Bible.  I had it framed and hung in Fred’s office at the church here in Orlando.  It now hangs in our guest bedroom.

Another type of “artwork” is a cross stitch work that a friend of ours in Virginia did for us.  I had seen her do one for a friend in our church who was moving, and asked her to do one for us, which she did.  She was very talented with this – something I can’t do – and so I think of her every time I see it, or dust the frame.  She’s gone home to be with the Lord now, so it is very special to me.

When our Aunt Jessie died, and we were going through her things to see what we each would like to have of hers, we came upon an Oriental “scroll” that was just beautiful.  Much as I thought I would like to have it, I had no idea what I would do with it, or where I would hang in on a wall.  Fortunately, my brother, Bill, said he would like it.  He took it, had it framed, and it is hanging in the entryway of their house. It is stunning.  I’m so glad he took it – it’s exactly in the right place. And it is, indeed, artwork.

Thanks to DiVoran Lites

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

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