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Plans Are Just Plans

28 Feb

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Onisha

I learned last year that my plans are not always God’s plans and for 2013 I am offering up my plans and timetables to God. It is already getting interesting trying to schedule our lives in two places.

For Christmas my husband made me a wonderful cold frame for starting seeds and the warm Florida weather has me eager to get started on our summer garden in North Carolina.  Our plan was to start our plants in the cold frame six weeks before planting time. Now it seems that isn’t going to work out and that’s ok. Plans are just plans. I don’t want to miss out on a single blessing by insisting on living life my way.

Ecclesiastes 3:1

We love Florida Springs Part 2

27 Feb

 A Slice of Life

 Bill Lites

Bill

The Florida natural springs are some of the most beautiful and peaceful places I have ever experienced.  Floating down a quiet, cool, spring run on an inner tube in the middle of a hot and humid Florida day is one of the best stress relievers I can think of.  You can leave all your worries and cares back at the job and just lay there and drink in nature in all its glory.

 

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If it gets too hot for you, all you have to do is drop over the side into the water and cool off.  We found that snorkeling was another great way to explore the natural beauty of the springs.  A person can float along with the current and be surrounded with some of the most beautiful underwater scenes of plant life and fish.  Snorkeling also allows you to explore the spring “Boil” at the source of most of the springs.

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By far our favorite Florida spring is Ponce de Leon Springs located about 10 miles North of Deland, Florida.  This spring is rumored to have been visited and used by ancestors of the Seminole Indians as long as 6000 years ago.  In the early 1500’s history tells us that the Spanish explorer Juan Ponce de Leon went searching for what the local Indians called their “magical spring waters” and he called the “Fountain of Youth.”

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In the early 1800’s, after the U.S. purchased Florida from Spain, central Florida was settled by sugar cane and citrus growers.  It was during this period that a sugar mill was built at the spring for grinding sugar cane.  The original sugar mill was destroyed and restored at least two times during the late 1800s and now houses the famous Old Sugar Mill Restaurant.

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Designed around the rustic mill equipment, you sit at a table with a griddle in the middle, and cook your own meal.  There are eggs, bacon and sausage of course, but the specialty of the house are the pitchers of stone ground 5-grain and unbleached white batter for you to cook your pancakes.   You can spruce up your pancakes with a variety of items including blueberries, pecans, peanut butter and even chocolate chips.  Top that off with some local maple syrup, honey or molasses and you have a breakfast fit for a king.  There is also French toast and several homemade breads available.

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When we first started camping at Ponce de Leon springs, it was privately owned, very primitive and had many beautiful campsites.  It was less crowded and more restful than most of the larger springs and soon became our favorite weekend retreat.  We usually tried to keep our tent camper as open as possible to enjoy the cool spring surroundings.  The screen windows were at both ends of our pullout bed, so our heads were as close to the out-of-doors as we could get and still keep the insects out.  On one occasion, in the middle of the night, I was awakened from a deep sleep by what sounded like heavy breathing.  I couldn’t imagine what in the world could be making that kind of sound.  When I raised up on my elbow to look through the screen window, I almost had a heart attack.  Right there, not an inch away from my nose, was a very large horse sniffing me through the screen!   I almost jumped clear out of the bed!  “Whoa!  Where did you come from?”  I said.  Then, with heart pounding, and as calmly as I could manage, I told the horse to take it easy, and go find another place to sleep, as all the beds in our camper were taken.

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Now for those of you who don’t like to get wet, Silver Springs near Ocala, Florida is the largest of the 33 Florida natural springs, gushing 500 Million gallons of clear fresh spring water per day. They feature great glass bottom boat cruises, botanical gardens, wildlife exhibits as well as many other activities.

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Try a Florida springs Day Park or camping sometime–I think you’ll like it.

—–The End—–

The Way

25 Feb

My Take

DiVoran Lites

jungle divoranThe Way

I know, somehow, there is a way

To follow Jesus every day

It’s not in rules or man-made laws

It’s not in loyalty to cause

It’s not in toil to prove myself

It’s not in sitting on the shelf

The Truth

What is it then, this fruit of love?

How can I touch the one above?

The Life

He’s not up there, far away,

But here inside me every day,

To open inner eyes that see

The Life that lives and reigns in me.

Galatians 5 and 6

 

THE NEXT ASSIGNMENT

24 Feb

SUNDAY MEMORIES

 Judy Wills

Judy

                                                     

Fred and I have an “inside joke” between us.  I’m sure most couples have one, as well.  You know – that “special” song that reminds you of…………  Puts you right back in that place where …………… happened.

When Fred went in the Air Force, we were somewhat eager to find what and where our first assignment would be.  Fred had been offered one of three possible career choices:  Missile Launch Officer, Munitions Officer, or Meteorologist.  Even though he had the “Marksman” distinction with a weapon, he really wasn’t into weapons that much, so Munitions Officer didn’t really appeal to him.  And “Missile Launch Officer”????  Well, not too much interest there, either.  So that left Meteorologist.  And since his undergraduate minor degree was in physics, that one made more sense to him.  So he signed on for that one.

 

The Air Force sent us to San Jose, California for Fred’s concentrated year of study in meteorology.  While there, his orders came through for his first assignment – Wiesbaden, West Germany!  Boy! were we excited! Toward the end of those three years in Wiesbaden, the AF asked him to give them a list of three possible AF Bases where he might like to be stationed.

So we began discussing this new situation.  First on our list was Kirtland AFB, New Mexico, of course. After all, it is in Albuquerque, our home town.  Kirtland AFB was a “flying” base – lots of airplanes with pilots who needed weather info before they flew.  We really wanted to get back to New Mexico.  I’m not sure I remember the other two “choices” he gave them.  But, in our pessimistic mind-set, we asked each other – “since we put in for New Mexico, do you suppose they’ll send us to Maine??”

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Fred comes home one day, a few months before we are to return stateside, and asks – “Do you remember that joke?   You know, the one – ‘since we put in for New Mexico, do you suppose they’ll send us to Maine??’   Well, they did.”And I actually thought he was joking.  Then I realized that – the joke was on us!  We were headed to northern Maine – only three miles from the Canadian border!

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So that has been our “inside joke” through the years – “do you suppose if we put in for New Mexico, they’ll send us to Maine again?”

We continued to ask for New Mexico (we were never able to be stationed there), and the AF continued to assign us somewhere else.  I’m not sure we ever were stationed where we asked to go.  Seems that God had other plans for us.  We were always able to find a good church and made long and loving friends everywhere we were assigned.  And with the exception of the northern Maine assignment, we enjoyed all the places we were sent.  We even went back to Germany for another three year tour.

But we still laugh about our “inside joke.”

 

 

We love Florida Springs

20 Feb

A Slice of Life
Bill Lites

BillAfter we moved to Titusville for my job in the mid 1965, some close friends introduced us to the wonderful life of camping at the many natural springs located down the center of the Florida peninsula. This became one of our favorite adventures; selecting and exploring a new spring as often as we could. In fact, one year, instead of taking my regular two-week vacation all at one time, I would take a vacation day Monday or Friday, and we would make it a three day camping trip to a Florida spring we hadn’t been to before.

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Our first camping trip with our friends was to Alexander Springs where we discovered that millions of gallons of beautiful clear cool spring water gushing out of the ground from an underground aquifer every day. What a wonderful place to rest and relax while staying cool on a hot Florida summer day.

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That overnight stay was made in a two-man pup tent, you know, the ones with no floor and only a tie string to keep the door flap closed. Well, it didn’t take long to find out the mosquitoe netting we put over our sleeping bags wouldn’t do the trick.

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As I remember, our next outing was to Rock Springs, near Apopka, Florida. At the time it was a day park, but floating or walking down the spring run was great fun as we searched for shark’s teeth (of all things) on the bottom. On one occasion, one of DiVoran’s contact lenses popped out of her eye into the clear water of the run. Luckily, the contact lense was light green and I could see it being carried down the run before me as I grabbed for it. Finally after chasing it for nearly 100 yards, I caught it. We would take a watermelon with us and let the water cool it until we were ready to eat it.

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Another of our favorite Florida springs was Juniper Springs located in the Ocala National Forest. It was famous for its 7-mile canoe run, and what a beautiful experience that was. By this time we had upgraded from tents to a small tent camper, which made overnight camping much more enjoyable, keeping us up off the ground.

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Then there was Blue Springs near Deland, Florida where the Manatees migrate in the Winter. Because the water temperature is a constant 72 degrees, surprisingly, the spring water is sometimes much warmer, during the Winter season, than the river water they usually inhabit.

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Further north, just North of Gainesville, Florida is Ichetucknee Springs State Park I believe it was there, as we canoed down that crystalline spring, that we thought about pulling over to the bank for lunch. As the canoe glided toward an overhanging tree branch, I saw a snake sunning itself on that very branch we would pass under, and started back paddling like a motor boat. We didn’t bother it, and thank goodness, it didn’t fall in the boat or bother us.

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—–To Be Continued—–

 

Book Blast: The Missing Piece

19 Feb

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Title: The Missing Piece (Inspirational Love Story)

By Carol McCormick

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How does a man pick up the pieces when his world crashes around him? Misplaced priorities shattered his marriage. Problems almost crushed him. Love motivated him to mend the damage, once he found all the pieces.

After only a few months of marriage, Lorraine left Dylan on a wintry night after he’d spent one too many nights out with the guys. Unable to cope with the loss, Dylan escapes the painful feelings by drinking them away. This decision costs him a year-and-a-half of his life after he stops in a little mountain town and ends up in the local jail. When he’s released, he returns home in search of a job to get his life–and his wife back.

THE MISSING PIECE is not only a love story about a man who loves a woman, but is also a love story about a merciful God who loves mankind, even when he falls. The novel is an emotionally-charged journey of hope and redemption with a touch of spunk, a hint of humor, and a few twists along the way.

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Pass the Potatoes

18 Feb

.My Take

DiVoran Lites

jungle divoran

When I wrote my first novel, Sacred Spring, I studied every aspect of writing, publishing and marketing. Some of it stuck and some of it didn’t, but still I tried to follow all the rules. These included learning to write so well, that like cream, you would rise to the top. You had to join a writing group, so I started one, you had to write, write, write. I have a closet full of journals to show for that and I’m glad of it. You had to learn copy-editing, and I attended a class for years with the best copy-editor around. You went to writers’ conferences, and after multiple submissions on your own, you folded and got an agent. Been there, done all that.

I received heartfelt encouragement from everyone who read my work. One person compared it with Bach’s, “Two-Part Invention.” If I hadn’t had a favorable reception, would I have stopped writing? No, I was born to write. I know that now, just as I was born to cook. I gave up trying to publish, for a while, though.

Then one day I had the blessing of running into a young woman whom I’d known all her life, Rebekah Lyn. Her, dear mother, Onisha Ellis, had told me that Rebekah, a professional writer, had always wanted to write a novel. I was ready to write a new one too, so we joined forces, meeting for over a year reading and writing and discussing every aspect of publishing and with Onisha, we began to learn how to market what we’d written, as well.

Meantime, I was reading, The Right to Write, by Julia Cameron. She highly recommended self-publishing, hereafter to be called indie (for independent) publishing.

Before, whenever I’d heard about self-publishing I’d heard that you needed to be a speaker and sell your book to your audiences or pay the huge price to for self-publication then end up with a “garage full” of books you couldn’t sell. It was called, vanity publishing. I didn’t want to be vain, I just wanted to write and like a cook preparing a meal, I wanted my efforts consumed by someone who would appreciate them.

Come to find out Julia Cameron isn’t the only person who recommends indie publishing. So does Tama Kieves, a wondrous fireball of a personal coach who has just published her second book, Inspired and Unstoppable. She indied her first one but with this one although she started out doing it herself it was soon picked up by the one right person to publish it the traditional way. Apparently many books, which are now famous and even considered classics, were originally indie published.

Meanwhile Onisha was doing her, and our homework on publication and marketing. She discovered that we could publish free with Amazon and we set out for one of the most exciting adventures of our lives so far.

Rebekah Lyn and Onisha did a lot of the work of publishing Rebekah’s first book themselves. I think it was hard, but they seemed to enjoy most of the learning process. By the time I was ready to go, all I had to do was sit down at the table with them and say, pass the potatoes.

First they suggested I email my manuscript to a professional editor, Beth Lynne of BZ Hercules, who was is an excellent editor and a kind and patient person who charges a reasonable price. Then I sent my hand painted cover to Laura LaRoche  of LLPIX who prepared it for publication. She also helps authors who don’t paint their own covers.

Sacred Spring is now for sale on Amaon for Kindle and in print. Many people like it very much, and I’m so glad. If you read it and like it, please write a nice review for me on Amazon. I’m almost ready to publish the second novel in my Florida Springs trilogy and Rebekah is working on her fourth one. It’s a new and better day for readers and for writers, that’s for sure!

 

Next Big Thing

MY BIG BROTHER – Part 2

17 Feb

SUNDAY MEMORIES
Judy Wills

Judy

 

There’s a lot I don’t remember about growing up in New Mexico. I remember my best girlfriend (down the street….through the neighbors yard….down the alley to her back yard) and some of the good times we had. She now lives just an hour-and-a-half away from me, and we see each other occasionally. She tells me that she probably wouldn’t be a believer today if it weren’t for my parents picking her up every Sunday morning to take her to church with us. I have no memory of her in our car. I remember her at the church and at the functions we did together. But not picking her up. Very selective brain I have, don’t I?

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I do remember that Bill and I used to fight like the proverbial cats and dogs. Nearly drove our mother to distraction sometimes. I’m sure he didn’t care to have his bratty little sister trying to tag along very often.

Of course, all that changed when he grew into the age that – all of a sudden, GIRLS were a VERY interesting phenomenon to him! He would ask me what I knew or had heard about that particular girl. And what about this particular girl – what do I know or have heard about her. I really don’t remember many of his “girlfriends” until DiVoran came along. But that’s another story unto itself.

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I have a couple of pictures that still make me chuckle every time I see them. We were both a couple of cut-ups in our day, and these pictures prove it. Weren’t we cute? I came upon these pictures many years ago, and had them blown up and sent them to Bill as a Christmas present one year. I think I heard him laughing all the way from Florida to Virginia!

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I have a couple of pictures taken at Bill’s 10th birthday party – and once again, I wormed my way into the festivities. Looks like none of the boys were paying any attention to me. But then, what 10-year-old boy pays attention to a 6-year-old girl? Some of these boys were neighborhood friends, some were school friends, and some were church friends. And Bill still keeps in touch with some of them. Those life-time friendships are treasured.

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I still adore my big brother.

Philippians 4:4-8

Company’s Coming

14 Feb

 On the Porch

 

 

 

Onisha Ellis

 

 

 

Onisha

 

 

 

I popped in at our local Aldi this week to pick up a few items and was stopped in an aisle by a cascade of facial cream rolling across the floor. As I reached down to grab some of items, an older woman flashed a grin and pointed to the shopper who had caused the incident “She’s from out of town” I laughed then said “she must be very excited to be in Florida right now”.

 

 

 

It reminded me of the latter years of my parents’ lives, when February meant family from North Carolina and Massachusetts coming to visit. It meant lots of great food as the women shared the kitchen cooking Sunday Dinner quality meals every night. It meant lingering around the supper table to laugh, swap stories and plan the next day of fishing. They enjoyed surf fishing on our local beach, Playalinda, as well as the inlet at Port Canaveral.

 

 

 

Playalinda Beach - looking south

Playalinda Beach – looking south (Photo credit: Capt Kodak)

 

When they weren’t fishing they loved to find fresh citrus fruit the locals were selling. They would juice them and put it in the freezer. They especially enjoyed my parents lemon tree. It produced huge lemons and they would freeze the juice in ice cube trays. We were all sorry when a winter-freeze killed the tree.

 

 

 

Heading to the registers, I noticed a group of three older ladies preparing to check out. I could tell by their body language they were bickering over who was going to pay for what. I smiled as warm memories of those check out line arguments filled my mind. In my eyes, they were my mom and her two sisters each stating why they should pay. My aunt Eunice from Massachusetts frequently won by admonishing, “Don’t be silly, of course I am getting this, don’t make a scene.” It appeared the lady at the front of their group was using the same tactic.

 

 

 

I adore my mom’s family and I miss the ones who are gone. At our house, the announcement that company was coming was always joyously received. This Valentines Day I send my love to Eunice, Ray, Francis, Paul and Geroleen. I love you with all my heart.

 

 

 

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Backyard Shootout

13 Feb

A Slice of Life

   Bill Lites

Bill

 As I remember how it happened, one day several years ago, I was looking for something in our attic, when I came across an old pair of suede cowboy boots that I hadn’t worn in years.  I got them down, tried them on, and they still fit.  That prompted me to look for the really neat felt cowboy hat I had worn with those boots when I made business trips to California.  After the job was over, on my way back to Florida, I would usually take a couple vacation days and stop to see my mother and aunt in Albuquerque.  The boots and hat were always in style there and I enjoyed the casual Southwestern atmosphere that allowed me to wear my Western duds.  I had spent my growing up years in Albuquerque, and had pretty much lived in western clothes until I moved away from there when I was 18.

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With boots and hat in hand, I got out one of my best Western shirts and some Levis to see if DiVoran would remember her “Bill” of the past

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When our daughter, Renie, saw me wearing the hat, she wanted to see how she would look in it.  She found a vest and after much fussing with hair and clothes, she came out to show us her outfit.  “Beautiful.” I said, and told her she could wear the hat anytime she wanted to.

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It was the same with our son Billy, the next time he was over, except he wanted to try out the whole outfit.  That’s when I remembered a matched pair of fake revolvers and handmade Mexican holsters my aunt, Jessie, had given me when I was in college.  She had worn them when riding horseback in annual parades as a young woman in the 1930’s while living in Texas.

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Well, that made quite a sight, when Billy walked around our back yard pretending to be participating in “Quick Draw Shootouts” with the bad guys.  It was a Kodak moment, and as you can see, we didn’t let it get by without a photo to remember the occasion.

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Now our son, Billy, has an 18-year-old son, Jacob, and DiVoran persuaded me to give him my vintage leather jacket, so now it is in good hands.  Who knows, someday somebody else in the family may wear my cherished boots, hat, holster and jacket,

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Note:  We still have my grandfather’s denim work jacket from the 1920’s with the patches             my grandmother sewed on it.  I can’t wear it though because the sleeves are too short.

Scripture:  Isaiah 61:10