Behold How Good and Pleasant

9 Jun

My Take

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On my way home from my walk I met one of the neighbors, Chuck, who had helped another neighbor remove the tree that fell on our house during Hurricane Charlie. Chuck was walking very slowly

Author, Poet and Artistallowing his ancient dog to saunter and sniff all he wanted. We spoke as we passed. When I got to the curve in the trail where I leave it, I stopped to make a note of something. There I heard a forlorn meowing from the bushes. It had to be a lost domestic cat. It was. Chuck’s cat big male tiger kitty.

“Your cat is here.” I yelled. He started back and I went back on the trail to meet him. He wasn’t going anywhere and I was on my way home so we turned around and sauntered back toward the neighborhood. The cat came out and twined around Chuck’s ankles.

“He follows us out here, but he doesn’t like to go too far.” Chuck said. We started slowly making our way back into the neighborhood. I told him I’d been walking past his house since his kids were small. The first time I ever saw them they had run out of the house with no clothes on—just little kids being free and happy. Chuck now had all the time in the world to talk to me. His major kid rearing days were about over. They’re off to college next year. He and his wife have been excellent parents. I’ve heard swimming parties from behind their privacy fence, I’ve seen the family coming home from camping, and watched as boy scouts gathered for projects.

When we got to Chuck’s house right off the trail. I said goodbye and Chuck took his dog over to greet a weenie dog they knew and his master.

I felt so blessed to walk with him, pet the cat, greet the dog, and hear about the kids. How wonderful to have watched a family rear good, happy kids who will become ordinary fine Americans and hopefully rear theirs kids the same. How great that this young man, who probably is quite busy during the week, had all the time in the world for an old dog, an old lady, and a cat who clearly adores him.

Behold how good and pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in one neighborhood where people get along and kids can grow up in safety and in love. Paraphrase of Psalm 133.1

 

Another Serendipity

8 Jun

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

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We’ve had so many “serendipity” times happen in our lives. I’m convinced that they are God’s way of giving us some unexpected joy in our lives. So while I call them serendipity, I really know better.

This one happened some time ago, while we were living in Virginia. There was a Taco Bell where Fred and I liked to eat, about five minutes from our house. We stopped there often. One time, during the summer, we stopped, and noticed that the doors were standing open. Uh-oh – that’s not a good sign! Sure enough, the AC was off. There were no other customers in the store, so we had the place to ourselves.

The manager actually waited on us himself. He had on a long-sleeved white shirt, tie, and his sleeves were rolled up – but rolled under, rather than up. I commented on the AC and on how his sleeves were rolled the way our son-in-law rolled his. Then I asked why he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt in that heat. He said that he wanted to look professional, and that was his work “uniform.” The conversation went on a while, then he asked us for our order. He then “fiddled” with the register a bit, and when he gave me the total – it was at least $1.00 less than usual. When I questioned him about it, he just grinned at me, so I said, “should I just take it and run with it?” and he nodded yes.

Every other time we were in that Taco Bell, if he was at the register, the total would be less. We never asked for nor demanded that we get a discount, but only when he was working, did we get the discount. We always waved, smiled, or spoke to him.

Neat story, however, that’s not the end of it. Some years later – after we had moved to Florida – we were back in Virginia visiting. We had flown into the airport in Norfolk that time, and we were driving back to Norfolk for our return trip. We took a wrong exit and were fussing at each other about how to get back to the right place. We saw a Taco Bell up ahead, and decided to stop for lunch.

I ordered, then took the drink cups over to fill at the machine. When I was done, Fred said, “look who’s here.” I looked up and saw this same man bringing our food on the tray to the counter, with a confused look on his face, as if to say “where have I seen this order before?” (My order was rather unique) Then he looked up and saw us and grinned from ear to ear. Seems he had gotten a lateral transfer and was now working in Norfolk. It was actually a promotion for him, as it was much closer to where he lived, so he saved in time and gas money. We spoke for a short time and renewed acquaintances.

Just think……….if we hadn’t taken the wrong exit, we would never have known that he had transferred and where he was then working.

Just a little thing, but it filled us with joy. It’s been a fun remembrance for us.

 

 

 

 

Cover Reveal~ Army of Worn Soles

7 Jun

I  haven’t read Army of the Worn Soles yet, it releases June 22,2014 but I know it is one I want to read. It is the story of author Scott Bury’s grandfather. We hosted the cover reveal on Rebekah Lyn books, but I wanted to share it here too.

I’ve been fascinated with Russian history since I was a teenager and have read a variety of historical accounts as well as a range of Russian literature. When I first heard about Scott Bury’s new release, Army of Worn Soles, I immediately put it on my to-be-read list.~Rebekah Lyn, author

1941: Soldiers retreat across Ukraine even when their boots wear out.

Three months after drafting him, the Soviet Red Army throws Maurice Bury, along with millions of other under-trained men, against the juggernaut of the biggest invasion in the history of warfare: Nazi Germany’s Operation Barbarossa, the assault on the USSR.

Maurice sees that his job as Lieutenant is to keep his “boys”—the men of his anti-tank unit—alive as they retreat from the unstoppable Panzers and German infantry. When they’re captured, survival becomes impossible. Their captors starve them.

Then a miracle: Maurice gets a chance to escape. He cannot leave his boys to starve. But how can twelve Red Army soldiers cross German-occupied Ukraine without being shot?

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Army of Worn Soles publishes on June 22. To follow the blog tour visit author Scott Bury’s blog, Written Words at http://scottswrittenwords.blogspot.com.

What to do Right Before Going Under the Knife

7 Jun

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

06-06-14 praying holding hands“You look fabulous,” the doctor’s nurse said when I went for a post-operative appointment. As all procedures go, this one had its risks, bleeding, infection, etc.”

I was awake during the procedure. With a local anesthetic to numb the identified area, I lay on the procedure chair. And while a bright, hot light shone on my face, I asked, “Before you begin, could I ask a favor?”

The doctor and nurse halted their moves. “Sure.”

“Would you allow me to pray?”

When they agreed, I began: “Lord, give this doctor wisdom,” I said out loud, “use her to perform the work that will bring you glory. In Jesus’ name.”

Risking appearing overly religious, I confess, prayer for me has become as natural as breathing. As quick as a reflex, and as common as smiling.

 

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Living in the Sunshine

6 Jun

From My Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

 

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Proverbs 17:22 “A merry heart doeth good like medicine”
And it won’t cost you a thing..
It’s actually infectious, you know.-
Amazing what it will bring.

In times of suffering we must always choose
to ” walk in the light”.
We must mind our attitude by mending our thoughts.
A smile is a welcome sight.

I was “put to the test” this morning
when my son needed a ride.
I had had a surgical procedure on my face,
so the scar I could not hide,

He meant to be kind as he candidly remarked,
“It really doesn’t look bad, Mom,
It fits in with the lines in your face:”
(Remember your own words, girl-
The ink you can’t erase),

: – )

So, I smiled in amusement
And thanked the Lord above.
It truly isn’t “how we look”-
The important thing is love.

My Western Trip~Part 5

4 Jun

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Bill Small Red Plane

With a pleasantly full tummy, I headed west to the Mojave Air & Spaceport to check out the famous Scaled Composites operation that Burt Rutan had founded. I was disappointed to discover that Northrop Grumman now owned the company and the open access to the facility I had once experienced when visiting Scaled Composites back in the early 1980s was no longer available. Since the Spaceport is now basically closed to visitors, I took a few pictures of some of the aircraft that have made the Spaceport famous in recent years, and are now displayed in the Rotary Rocket Roton. Then I headed for Palmdale, CA to check out the Lockheed Skunk Works.

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I had hoped for a tour of the Lockheed Martin Plant 42 where they are building the new F-35 Joint Strike Fighter and the Skunk Works, where it is rumored they are now developing a new unmanned spy plane, dubbed the SR-72, or “Son of Blackbird.”   But, here again I was to be disappointed, as the whole area was fenced off with no visitor access. So, I drove on over to visit the Joe Davis Air Park and the Blackbird Park (Production Flight Test Installation). This provided me with great up close and personal viewing of some of America’s most popular and fastest airplanes ever made.

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I started the next day with a tour of the Edward AFB and Museum. This was a three hour closely monitored bus tour of the museum and some of the base facilities. This was another case of having experienced open access visiting of most of the Edwards AFB facilities while assigned to the Space Shuttle Recovery Team in the mid-1980s. It seems that access to most of the U.S air bases around the country have been closed or largely restricted to the public since 9-11. As an example, the Edwards tour is only given two days each month, and then a person must sign up 30 days in advance to provide time for security background checks. I did however learn one very interesting thing on this tour. How the “Muroc Air Force Test Center” originally got its name. Can you guess? Google “Edwards AFB & Vicinity” and scroll down to “1910” and see what you get. I would never have guessed. I found it very informative. Things sure were a lot simpler back in those days.   As part of the Edwards AFB Museum tour, I visited the Century Circle display, which traces just one time period of the Air Force Flight Test Center’s history, which (Muroc) Edwards is famous for.

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After leaving Edwards, my next stop was in Sylmar, CA to visit the Nethercutt Collection. This was one of the best automobile collections I have ever seen. J. B. Nethercutt was the co-founder of the Merle Norman Cosmetics Company and he collected more than 30 classic luxury automobiles as part of a 200-car collection that is on a rotating display. Each of the cars has been carefully restored, runs like new and is licensed for when they are taken to car shows. In addition, the collection includes an amazing collection of automobile mascots, antique furniture, clocks, watches, and one of the world’s finest collections of mechanical musical instruments, which is displayed in the museum’s music room.

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—–To Be Continued—–

 

 

In the Pit…Again

3 Jun

I  am always pleased to welcome a guest blogger to Old Things R New but today I am especially pleased to welcome my friend and daughter, author Rebekah Lyn-Onisha

 

beach beckWe are all hurting, all struggling in some way. Some of us hide our pain better than others and it is easy to get wrapped up in our struggles, causing us to stop seeing the world beyond our own circumstances. A few months ago I was drowning in my own pain both physical and emotional. I lost two people that I loved dearly and nearly lost a third who, only by the grace of God, made it through a very serious illness. By the end of the month I was exhausted so when a friend asked if I wanted to go to a Casting Crowns concert I nearly said no. I’m so happy I didn’t.

The opening song by For King & Country was a big, booming production. There were bass drums, snare drums, timpani, so many drums and so much energy I could feel it reverberated through me and massaging my tired soul. I was on my feet, not hearing the words, only hearing the music. After the concert I had to tweet the band to find out what that song was so I could buy it. Turns out it was Fix My Eyes and wasn’t even released yet but was planned to be the first single off their next album. You can be sure I bought it the day it was released a few weeks later.

Throughout the evening I felt the pain and sorrow shedding like dead skin and knew I was being renewed-body, mind, and spirit. I only new one song from the new Casting Crowns album, Thrive, but every song seemed to have been written just for me. Three songs in particular stuck with me, the words jolting me out of the spiritual sleep I’d fallen into during the month of trials: Thrive, Dreamer, and All You Ever Wanted. I went home that night and slept better than I had in weeks.

Did I maintain the exhilaration and comfort I experienced that night? No, I don’t think highs like that can be maintained. We leave the confines of the concert, retreat, youth camp, or church service, wherever it is that we are lifted to the top of the mountain. We return to daily life, bills, job stress, running kids to activities, cleaning house, and juggling schedules that are too overloaded. If we don’t carve out time to focus on God and seek that connection we found in the moment of intense worship then we are back in the valley before we know it.

I may not always understand what I am reading in my quiet time, but I am still taking the time, keeping the door open so God and I can talk and I know he is preparing my heart for what’s next. The verse I read this morning may echo in my mind a month from now and keep me from falling.

Those highly emotional and intense worship experiences are fun and can pull us out of a pit, but the daily devotion and dialogue is what we need to help keep us from getting in the pit to begin with.

What are some of the mountain top experiences you’ve had?

 

Read more about Rebekah and her fellow authors at Rebekah Lyn Books. Be sure to look at the “Breaking News” to learn about her upcoming release, Jessie

Big Savings at the Discount Club

2 Jun

My Take

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Author, Poet and ArtistYesterday I went to a discount club for some cat litter. My alternative health provider said they had good, natural litter there. When I walked into the vast, cold warehouse-type store, which was loaded with luxuries any housewife would admire, I was told I could buy something without having a membership.

We’d had memberships in such clubs for years. It was supposed to be more economical. When we remodeled our garage into a workroom, we lined the walls with cupboards so we’d have room to store the large packages you usually get at those places. We never went into one, even just to look, without dropping a few Cs. And oh, it was all so economical.

A big buggy rolled across the parking lot toward my car, so after I had parked I grabbed it and pushed it into the store. When I got to the pet aisle, I realized I wasn’t going to be able to get down a box of litter. They were slightly above my head and weighed twenty-five pounds. So I waved at a big, strong-looking associate. But before I could catch his eye, I realized that unless I could convince him to go home with me, I’d have to wrestle the box into the trunk of the car and somehow get it into the house. I decided to think it though, and make other arrangements. So there I was with my buggy and half an hour before I had to be at my daughter’s work place to go to lunch. It was enough time to walk a mile, the weather was growing warmer outside and by afternoon would be hot, so I started up and down the aisles.

Was I tempted by anything as walked at a moderate pace through the store? Oh, yes. But the only thing I paused long enough to pick up and think about was a book. However I had just discarded eight books in a row that I’d bought used, because I didn’t like them. It would be foolish to pay $9.99, and find myself once again giving up on the book. I laid it down and continued on my way.

Why was I not tempted to buy anything else? I think it was because Bill and I have made some progress in simplifying our daily life. We know what we like to eat and what’s good for us. Two people don’t consume much. Everything costs so much, but thank God, we can get what we need. And I’d already filled up all my cupboards with art supplies.

I’ve been trying for decades (with not much success) to follow the wonderful precepts in Quaker, Richard J. Foster’s book, Freedom of Simplicity: Finding Harmony in a Complex World. The book shows how living more simply not only allows us to enjoy less stress and more leisure, but also contributes to the health of our bodies and souls.

While I was walking around the store, I passed a woman with eight children accompanying her. I figured they were all hers because their sizes ranged from a couple of teen-aged girls walking beside her, to a toddler in the cart. The three small boys bringing up the rear, were, of course, having a good time of their own. I admire a woman who can handle that many children all at once. It was apparent that the discount club was a good place for her to shop, because her family would always need a great deal of food and other things.

When it was time to leave, the buggy was still empty, but I had something to take away. I had gained an exercise time and recognized once again how blessed our country is to have stores of plenty. Also I had a new self-respect for not lingering long enough to find a temptation I couldn’t resist. I rolled the buggy up to the man who stood checking tickets against purchases and asked where I should put it. He was a bit confused, so I just parked it next to an empty behind him.

Even though life still seems complicated and full of decisions and choices, I may be making progress toward simplicity after all. Is this something you desire as well?

 

 

 

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Her First Phrase

1 Jun

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

 

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Our oldest daughter, Karen, was born in Germany, just two months after we arrived in country. We, of course, doted on her. The German lady who was the church nursery worker doted on her, as well. On our last trip in Europe before heading back stateside, Frau Katie stayed with Karen while we were gone. They both had such a good time together, that we weren’t missed at all.

As Karen was learning to speak/talk, we discovered that she was not only speaking English, but she had some German words mixed in there as well! Apparently Frau Katie was speaking to her in German! That was quite a revelation.

I really don’t remember Karen’s “first word” the way many children do. But I do remember her first phrase. Here’s how it came about:

My Mother came to visit us in Germany, while Karen was just 22 months old – a good time to be learning to speak. We squired Mom around as much of Europe as we could in the time she was with us, and usually took Karen with us. We had a great time together. As we would be driving along, Karen and Mom – in the back seat together – would be “conversing” together. And every now and then I would hear Mom say, “Karen, look at that flag!” We would be passing a building or house that was sporting a flag of some type, and Mom was pointing it out to her.

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Mom’s time with us came and went far too quickly, and she returned to New Mexico. We had another year of our tour in Germany, and we returned to our routine. And as we would drive here and there, we would hear Karen say, “Look at that flag!” as she saw flags on buildings, just like when her “Oma” was with us. Gave us quite a chuckle to hear her say that, with the same inflection that Mother had given the phrase.

And that is what Karen’s first phrase was. What a fun memory that is!

 

 

 

Does Anything Last Until the End

31 May

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Goodness, spring is almost over and the spring cleaning isn’t done. Nudged by a bit of guilt, I rolled up my sleeves, and began with closets, then drawers. As I tossed out jars of who-knows-what in my bathroom drawer—old tubes of lipstick, creams that probably ended up there from when I was a teenager. But among the junk, to my delight, I found the little bottle of perfume I’ve been searching for for months. It was my favorite for its delicate, yet delicious scent.

 Without hesitation, I popped the glass lid off, brought it to my nose, and the scent was, well, blah. How could that fancy bottle of perfume lose its fragrance?

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