Go East Dorian, Go East

30 Aug

One makes plans, hurricanes ruin them.

In the mid 80s until 1990 our church had a vibrant youth group, led by youth minister, Tim Shrader.

At a Church ladies luncheon in May, my daughter and a friend from her youth group days had the chance to reconnect. As they chatted and wondered about others from their group, a plan was born.

Tim and his wife purchased airline tickets and we were thrilled they could come. Others made plans to come from out of state.

The “youth”, now in their 40s would enjoy a cookout on Saturday afternoon then Tim was set to preach on Sunday followed by a church wide pot luck. We were excited!

Then along came Dorian and the reunion had to be cancelled. We are terribly disappointed but trusting that God’s timing and plans are perfect.

Meanwhile, here on the east coast of Florida, I continue to pray the hurricane will go east and out to sea, all the while carrying out storm prep.

Speaking of storm prep, I am seriously annoyed with the local news media, especially on Facebook. Florida gains new residents by the thousands each month and the media is scaring the daylights out of them with their sensational language. The newbies need information given in a calm and reassuring manner.

I read this verse in my quiet time today. I found it to be encouraging, especially with all the storm decisions to make, plus I liked the photo from Pixabay.

Prayers for Florida and every other state in the path of Dorian appreciated.

Go Away Dorian

29 Aug

I am not in the mood for hurricane Dorian this weekend. I have plans and I am offended that a hurricane would dare to interfere with my right to have plans. Well, I am putting my foot down. The people who create these models need to change this.

What I am saying is of course, silly. Hurricanes gonna do, what a hurricane wants to do.

Fortunately, our daughter keeps an updated hurricane kit so we won’t have a lot to do should the storm insist on continuing our way, but I am praying and claiming that it won’t. Our church has a reunion weekend planned with a guest preacher and we are all looking forward to it.

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Who is Your Because?

27 Aug

Available

26 Aug

My Take

DiVoran Lites

By DiVoran and Thea

DiVoran

When I put down my pen to scratch Thea’s ears.

I’m available.

When I wake up and pet her down at the end of the bed,

I’m available.

When I carry her in my arms on a tour of the house,

I’m available.

When I get out her play mouse on a long, soft line 

I’m available.

When I hide treats in the folds of her soft red blanket,

I’m available. 

Thea

When the back porch needs to be protected

I’m available. 

When I offer her my ears to stroke,

I’m available. 

When she needs to be awakened from a big bad dream,

I’m available. 

When she needs purring to remember that that life is good,

I’m available.

When she needs the light of my bright yellow eyes,

I’m available. 

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.”

On the Street Where You Live-Part 4

25 Aug

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

After Fred graduated from Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary, he was unable to find a position with a church or school in his field.  Consequently, his Draft Board informed him that he would be “next” for call-up for military service.  Since he had a college degree and two seminary degrees, he looked into becoming an officer in the Air Force.

The result of that inquiry was his enlistment in the Air Force.  He had to go to San Antonio, Texas for his training.

The Alamo in San Antonio, Texas

The River Walk, San Antonio, Texas

At that time, in 1966, wives were not encouraged to follow their husbands to the OTS training (Officer Training School). That was mainly because the men were billeted in barracks for six days, with only one day allowed off base.  But Fred and I were determined to be together as much as possible.  So we moved to San Antonio, and we rented a small apartment over the garage of the landlady.  At least this apartment had a separate bedroom!  

It was furnished, so had a table and four chairs in the kitchen, which was just one long room into the living room.  The bedroom and bathroom (which didn’t have a tub, just a small shower stall), were at the end of that room.  There was a sleeper sofa and a chair in the living room. Again, it wasn’t air conditioned, so our big window fan came in quite handy.  We actually sold it to the landlady when we left there.

We were only there three months, so I don’t really remember a lot about that apartment.  I do remember that the only entrance to that apartment was by the stairs outside the garage.  The kitchen had cabinets and a window over the sink and a stove and refrigerator.

I worked at Kelly AFB through Civil Service, and lived in that place all by myself except for Saturday nights.  I would pick Fred up from his OTS place on Lackland AFB and take him home.  I think his only good night’s sleep was that one night at the apartment with me.  I had to return him to the base on Sunday afternoons.

We did manage to join a small Baptist Church there, and became good friends with the pastor and his wife.  They were about our age, and were a fun couple.  His wife’s name was also Judy, so that was made a nice connection.

After graduation and commissioning as a 2ndLieutenant, Fred was to report to San Jose, California for schooling to become a Meteorologist at San Jose State College. 

He wasn’t due for a few weeks, so we stayed in San Antonio a few days, then drove to Albuquerque to visit with my parents. 

Fred’s Dad came for his commissioning ceremony and we each pinned on Fred’s new bars.

~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~

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.

6 Ways to Deal With Failure

24 Aug

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged August 24, 2019 from Janet Perez Eckles.com

“I actually cut my bangs myself,” my dear friend wrote.

I was impressed.

“…made a huge mistake,” she continued, “by cutting ¾ of an inch instead of ¼ of an inch.”

Yikes, that’s sounded like me.

“I couldn’t believe I did that!” she said, “But I’ve had more compliments than ever before. Turns out I look good in very short bangs and think I will keep them that way.”

See? Some friends are just blessed that way. They mess up and things still turn out well.

That was a lesson for me. In fact, it was a huge lesson because I learned many things about making mistakes, messing up things, failure in general, and making foolish decisions.

 

Have you been there lately?

If you’re in the “oops” phase of your journey and have looked in the mirror of life and find that you have messed up, then smile. Why? Because there are many lessons we can learn from dealing with failure. Here are six keys to dealing with failure. Using these keys can help you navigate through each episode toward a fail-proof path to success.

Remember:

  1. A lack of failure denotes we’re splashing in stagnant water.
  2. Failures bring added wisdom to help you take the next step.
  3. Failures are a sign we’re moving forward.
  4. Failures bathed in faith never equals defeat.
  5. Fear of failure comes when we let go God’s hand.
  6. Failure brings success when we trust in He who never fails us.

Paul tasted the sadness of failed plans, tough roads, cold prisons, failed relationships, but He never stopped. He held his head high, his convictions deep and his resolve certain: “I only know that in every city the Holy Spirit warns me that prison and hardships are facing me. However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the gospel of God’s grace” (Acts 20:23-24).

Let’s Pray

Father, thank you that my failures are not the end, my mistakes are not the outcome, nor are my flaws my destiny. In you, all my failures are ways to humble me and change my focus—to see you, your hand at work and your mighty power that helps me finish the race. In the name of Jesus, I thank you. Amen.

What failure are you facing?
What does success mean to you?
What steps are you taking to move beyond failures?
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

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)

Dora Jane’s First Years

19 Aug

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Dora Jane Bedell  1936

Granddaughter of Dora Bell

Mother of DiVoran Lites

Smithy and Dora with Photographer’s Goat

When Dora Jane Bedell’s family first moved to Canon City they discovered that the only available housing was a big tent on a wide space just outside of town. The whole family moved in until they could find small houses of their own.

 Julia May, Roger, and Dora Bedell

Dora says: 

“When we moved to 523 Harrison Street the cave we dug in the back yard, the chase, race, and hide and seek games we played and plays we presented to the neighborhood were a lot of fun. When I was eleven my prayers for a baby sister were answered. Her name was Julia May. She and I and the friends we made kept in touch for a lifetime.  I eventually married one of the boys we all played with. His name was Ivan 

I made it to second grade at the two-story stone Washington schoolhouse before I got scarlet fever. Mabel had already had one child who had died from a similar illness. His name was Ralph and he had a rheumatic fever which advanced to St. Vitus Dance. He was still only a baby when he died. *I imagine that made my mother even more worried about me.  Quarantine held me in my bedroom for six weeks with a high fever. Once a neighbor brought me a lovely tray of food. It had bits of cheese, some crackers, lunchmeat, and candies. I have always remembered her kindness in making it so pretty for me. I had to take second grade again at the big, two-story Washington school. It took me 13 years instead of 12 to get all the way through that and high school. DiVoran went to Washington School too. She also had the same Sunday school teacher Elvira Brown, a single lady. Auntie Elvira loved her children dearly and when she met her husband in later years, she loved him too. 

DiVoran:

I’ll never forget fours and fives Sunday School with Miss Brown. That was where I learned to sing, “Jesus Loves Me” and found out it was the truth through Miss Brown’s stories and tenderness toward us. I met her again when I was an adult and thanked her profusely for showing me the way. 

* Sydenham’s chorea, also known as chorea minor and historically referred to as St Vitus‘ dance, is a disorder characterized by rapid, uncoordinated jerking movements primarily affecting the face, hands and feet.

Sydenham chorea (SC) is a neurological disorder of childhood resulting from infection via Group A beta-hemolytic streptococcus (GABHS), the bacterium thatcauses rheumatic fever. SC is characterized by rapid, irregular, and aimless involuntary movements of the arms and legs, trunk, and facial muscles.

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.”

On the Street Where You Live…Part 3

18 Aug

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

I lived in that house in Albuquerque until Fred and I married in 1961, then he and I set out on our new adventure of married life.  We moved to Fort Worth, Texas, where Fred was to study at Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary.

SWBTS – Rotunda Credit Google Search and SWBTS website

Since we were both unemployed, and dirt poor, we were able to rent a furnished apartment from the Seminary.

1962 – The Carlson Building – Our apartment complex

1963 – The Carlson Building the year we were snowed in – ours is in the left corner

It consisted of just three rooms: The “living” room, the kitchen, and the bathroom.  Some of the apartments in that complex had a sleeper sofa; ours didn’t have that – we had a bed taking up most of the space.  We also had one four-drawer chest of drawers, one love seat, one chair in that room.

1963 – In the “living” room

One wall, that “connected” us with the apartment next door, was nothing but closets.  It actually had two doors, and a “wall” that divided the closets into two.  That was nice, as Fred had his, and I had mine. It was especially nice since I worked in an office where people smoked, and Fred went to school – his closet was pristine, while mine smelled of cigarette smoke!

The kitchen was small, but had all we needed – a stove, a small refrigerator, cupboards, a sink and a table with four chairs. At one point, we painted that kitchen blue.

Since we were both accustomed to the dry climate of New Mexico, it came as a bit of a shock, to me especially, to find the humidity of Texas.  Whew! was it HOT!! 

Unfortunately, that little apartment was NOT air conditioned. Therefore, we made two purchases as soon as we moved into that apartment:  an ironing board, and a large window fan. 

Credit Google Search and Lasco

It had side panels that allowed the fan to fit completely in the window, and could be screwed into the window frame.  It actually extended into the room itself, so the window could be closed behind it in winter.  At night, we would turn the fan on “exhaust,” open the window in the front room, and let the fan draw the air through the room and across us in the bed. It wasn’t comfortable, but the best we could do.  We couldn’t afford to pay for a window air conditioner, as one of the other tenants did. We just lived with it for the four years we were there.

There was a small space heater in that room. There was the stove in the kitchen that warmed that room when I cooked.  And there was an in-wall electric heater in the bathroom. 

Credit Google Search

 Winters were much cozier than summers.

There was a small storage closet in the bathroom where we kept our cleaning utensils, as well as sheets, towels, toilet paper, etc. The fake tile in the bathroom was green, but easy to keep clean.

There were a total of six apartments in that small complex – four were like ours, and the two in the middle were just a little bigger, with a separate bedroom.  Again, being student poor, we couldn’t afford that luxury.

All that cost us $63.00 per month, but if we paid it by the first of each month, we got a 10% discount – all the way down to $56.70 per month!  We made sure we paid it by the first of each month!  The only other expenses we had were the telephone and food.  Our food budget was $10.00 per week, which included one night out.  We were able to live very cheaply, thank goodness.  Of course, those were the days where we ate at home nearly every meal, so that helped.

~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~

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.

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