What Do YOU Call Him

20 Dec

 

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders


Oh, my Lord, my God, my Savior, my Friend-
Blessed Redeemer, you will abide to the end.
(Mark 8:27, 29)

How I wish conditions had been different.
that Christ had been glorified.
After all, it is His birth we celebrate.
It is in Him we choose to abide.

It is more blessed to give than to receive-
I confess it was not always this way.
As a child, my thoughts were full of fantasy-
It was all about Santa and his sleigh.

My spiritual eyes were opened as I aged.
I became aware of the presence of God.
Why are parents reluctant to discuss Christ?
I find that truly odd.

That God humbled Himself and came to earth as a child-
I am sincerely awed!
Dear Jesus, it is Your birth we celebrate.
“Happy Birthday. dear Lord, my God!

Our Trip to the UK~Part 3

18 Dec

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Bill

Our Trip To The UK Part 3

By Bill Lites

 

Now, We headed northwest to our next stop, to visit the city of Bath, best known for its famous hot springs.  The city was first established as a spa town about 60 AD, when the Romans built the famous baths around the hot springs.  Archaeological evidence shows that the site of the Roman Baths’ main spring may have been treated as a shrine by the Iron Age Britons, and dedicated to the goddess Sulis.  Messages to her scratched onto thin metal sheets, known as “Curse Tablets” or “Binding Spells” have been recovered from the springs and were used throughout the Greco-Roman world, as a method where someone would ask the gods to do harm to others.  For example, “May his body itch all over for the rest of your life.“  For a price, tourists can still buy a small copper “Curse Tablet” to scratch a curse on, and leave it in the hot springs for Sulis to read and act upon.  The Roman baths have been popular down through the ages, including the mention of “Taking the Waters” described in Charles Dickens’ novel The Pickwick Papers.

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We visited the amazing “Museum of Costume” which displayed some of the most beautiful and elegant attire from the 18th century to the present (including dresses only Twiggy could wear).  Then we had afternoon tea and the famous Bath Buns at the Grand Pump Room, while being charmed by a soothing chamber ensemble.  One of the interesting features of the Pump Room was the small fountain of “Healing Water” that everyone was encouraged to sample.  It was said, that this water had great healing properties, and there were supposedly many testimonies of people being healed of all manner of ailments by drinking this water.  It had a very strong odor and taste of sulfur to me.  But then who am I to complain, if I’m being healed by drinking a small glass of smelly water.   Right?   DiVoran reminded me that the Pump Room was a favorite place for the author Jane Austin to visit and to set her characters into, and wondered if she ever drank the water?

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 Up the road a few miles from Bath, we came to one of the most interesting parts of the trip, to me, the “Fleet Air Arm Museum” in Yeovilton.  Now this is my kind of museum, lots of neat airplanes that you don’t usually see in U.S. aviation museums.  Of course DiVoran took a nice long nap in the car while I was browsing through the museum, admiring the wonderfully restored British Naval Aviation aircraft and their histories.  I’m not sure why they had the Concord 002 prototype aircraft, but it still had a lot of the flight test recording equipment installed in it, and visitors were allowed to walk through it at will.

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Most of the B & Bs we stayed at were very nice, but then there were a few that were great, and i just have to tell you about them.  The Whitmoor Farm in Doddiscombsleigh, near Exeter, was one of the nicer ones.  Mrs. Lacey was an older widow who ran the Whitmoor Farm B & B all by herself and did a wonderful job of making her guests feel special and at home in her home.  An example of her hospitality was that she would pick fresh raspberries for our breakfast each morning.  Yummm!  Raspberries and cream.  They were ripe, sweet, and oooh, so delicious!

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—–To Be Continued—–

Love Does Not Mean “Give it to Me Now!”

17 Dec

I decided to reblog this based on this paragraph. “Love understands a person well enough to know what is best for them. And usually that will require some waiting. But with some people, love might include encouraging or perhaps even prodding. We often do not know what we are capable of until we push ourselves. And that push, though often unwanted, is frequently an act of love” I am thankful for the friends in my life who have pushed and prodded me with love.

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Anyone who has ever had children, worked with children, been around children or seen children is very familiar with the expression “he won’t share with me.” Hence the equally familiar response: “Share does not mean, ‘Give it to me now.’”

That same sentiment is also applied to love. We are absolutely drowning in advertisements telling us to buy something for someone to show or prove that we love them. That something might be jewelry (for her), a vehicle (for him) or a toy (for anyone). It might be something as large as a house or as small and insignificant as a box of candy.

Debt does not matter. Just give it to me. Why wait for marriage? Just give it to me. Need or purpose does not matter. I want it and if you love me, then just give it to me.
But this has nothing to do with love…

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Look Before You Leap

16 Dec

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Last Friday when I wrote the date, December 13, 2013, I thought, dum-de-dum-dum, it’s Friday the thirteenth, bad luck day. In case you didn’t recognize it, dum-de-dum-dum is the theme song to the old T. V. series, “Dragnet.” Bill and I use it as a warning that we’re entering suspenseful and dangerous territory.

This blog is about three of the many other superstitions I’ve heard in my lifetime. You probably know them too.

  1. If you walk under a ladder propped against a building you’ll have bad luck.
  2. If a black cat walks across your path…bad luck. I suppose the cat has to be black because black cats are associated with witches.
  3. If you break a mirror, you’ll have NINE YEARS bad luck. Don’t ask me why nine, not eight or ten.

So what’s the truth about superstitions?

  1. If you walk under a ladder there’s a better chance of a gallon of primer falling on your head than there is if you walk closer to the curb. But watch out on that, too.
  2. Any color of cat can twine around your feet if you get too close. You could trip and fall and break your arm.
  3. It gets much worse. If you break a mirror and a shard of glass flies up and cuts your leg you can get an infection that if you don’t clear up you could develop gangrene and have your leg cut off. The effects from that could last nine years–or a lifetime.

Mostly though, and this I know, God looks after us in our carelessness and preoccupation. This doesn’t answer the BIG QUESTION, of course, but to me it’s apparent that by asking the Holy Spirit, not why bad things happen, but how to take them, and in what way to be blessed by them will more than meet our needs for comfort and guidance when bad things do happen. The Holy Spirit knows all the truth and He will tell us what we need to know.

Meanwhile:

  1. If you take any wooden nickels, be sure they’re round tuits.
  2. Keep looking up.
  3. Look before you leap.

Have you heard of any new superstitions connected to the digital age that I don’t know about? I suppose you have, otherwise, why would we need Snopes?

Christmas in Florida

15 Dec

SUNDAY MEMORIES

 Judy Wills

JUDY

 

                                                   

 Even though I DO love a white Christmas, I’ve come to really love Christmas in Florida.  We’ve both had our fill of snow, and so the sand and grass and beach and…Florida suits us just fine. We thoroughly enjoy Christmas at Disney, as well.  We’ve been a bit disappointed in recent years, however, that even Disney has bowed to some of the political correctness that is abounding now, and have left off some of our most cherished decorations.  We do enjoy that they include the traditions from around the world.

We usually have at least one of our daughters and her family with us at Christmas – occasionally both daughters and their families – and we always make it a point to go to Disney.  Not just to “do” the theme parks, but to see the decorations.  One of our favorite sights is the Osborne lights at the Studios.  Amazing.

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One of our favorite things to do is to park at EPCOT and take the Resort Monorail to the resorts on that line, get off, see the decorations at that resort, and then on to the next resort.  It’s fun, it’s free, and we get some gorgeous ideas from them.  Of course, there’s no way we could duplicate the life-size gingerbread house at either EPCOT or the Grand Floridian.  But it’s fun to see.

Another free thing to do is Downtown Disney.  Actually, we like to take friends there who aren’t really into the theme parks, when they come to visit us .  That way, they get a “taste” of Disney without having to spend the money and all day at the park(s).  We like to walk the length of the entire area and back.  And at Christmas time, they decorate the whole area with fun stuff.

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Seems we never get tired of doing the same thing – especially since most of the decorations are the same as the previous year – and the year before that – and……

Another favorite resort we like to visit is the Shades of Green.  If you’ve never heard of that, it is a resort on Magic Kingdom property, and is solely for military – active duty and retired.  If you’re wondering about the name – it is called Shades of Green because every branch of the U.S. military has a uniform that is a shade of green.  Hence the name.  We like to stay there for our anniversaries each summer.  They also decorate, but a lot of the time it is “military” themed, and quite interesting.

So, as you can see, there is a lot to do around Christmas time for us in Florida.  We usually have some time to spend with my brother and his family, and that is always a most joyous time for us.  This extended family business is wonderful!

Christmas in Florida…………yeah, it’s great!

You Are a Star

13 Dec

From my Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

 

Being good isn't good enough
to meet another's expectations-
I'll be the best I can be,
But I have to be ME-
What do you see in YOUR reflections?

God created us just as we are-
He had a plan, don't you see.
In His plan for your life,
You are a STAR!,
But I will still remain Me!


Oh, but God has a plan for all of us-
even though we can't all have top billing.
On the "Stage of Life" we all have a part-
To serve takes a heart that is willing!


God, Himself, came to seek and to save-
What an example He set for you and me-
Lay down your life for your fellow man,
We are here to love and serve all humanity.


1 Samuel 7:3, 12:14 “Thou shall fear the Lord and serve Him.

Our Trip to UK~Part 2

11 Dec

A Slice of Life
Bill Lites

Bill

Now we headed west thru Portsmouth and Southampton toward Salisbury, with no Garmin, GPS tracker or cell phone to aid us.   I don’t know how we ever found our way the rest of that almost 85 miles to South Newton, Salisbury and to our first B & B, but 1we finally got there just before dusk.  Newton Cottage B & B was an “Olde Worlde” (circ.1670) thatched roof house, that we learned was listed as a building of historic and architectural interest.  It was typical of a lot of the homes in this area, many of which had been converted into B & Bs.  This was the only B & B reservation we had made from the U.S. and we were thrilled with the accommodations.  Of course, the doorways and ceilings were very low, the stairs and floors squeaked, and when the ad said “Central Heat” that meant warm enough for the English, not for someone use to Florida weather.

There was another couple staying at Newton Cottage with us and we all had a 2wonderful time comparing travel notes.  The local Pub, where we took our evening meals, was just across the street from our B & B, and down a small tree covered lane.  What a picture that made!  As it turned out, the Pub owner collected matchbook covers, as I did, and he gave me some of his duplicates.  I made arrangements to send him some of my duplicates as soon as we got home.  (Another fun hobby lost to the demands of the environmentalists).

 DiVoran remembers sitting in the kitchen one morning with Mrs. Clark, looking at a field across the road, full of gamboling lambs, and saying how sweet they were.  The mistress said, “Indeed they are adorable.  But, every spring when I see them, I must school myself not to think of roasted lamb.“

We stayed at Newton Cottage two nights while we spent the days visiting the sites in and around Salisbury.  Salisbury has a beautiful Cathedral which was finished around 31260 AD, after the city was first established in approximately 1220 AD.  We visited a unique War Memorial and cemetery for the men from this southern Wilshire area who fought and died in what was then called “The Great War” (1914-1917).

And, of course, we visited prehistoric Stonehenge, which is located only 8 miles north of Salisbury.  Archeologists now believed construction of the stone structure, as we know it, could have begun as early as 2500-3000 BC.  There are no written records of who built the monument or why, but the most popular theories are that over the years it was most probably used as an ancestral worship center and burial ground for 4many different cultures.  Whatever religious, mystical or spiritual elements were central to the construction of Stonehenge over the centuries, its design includes a celestial observatory function, which might have allowed for the prediction of eclipse, solstice, equinox and other celestial events important to contemporary religions of those different times.                                                                             

We asked our hosts at the Newton Cottage B & B to look over our guidebook, for the town of our next  planned night’s stop, and give us their recommendations for accommodations.  This turned out to be a wonderful way to set up our lodgings for the whole trip, as most of the time the B & B owners knew each other, or they knew of other respectable B & Bs which would best suit our needs.  This took a lot of pressure off us and made our trip much more enjoyable.

 

 

 

—–To Be Continued—–

Stress Cracks

9 Dec

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Author, Poet and ArtistBill shows me the stress cracks in the round tray that goes into the bottom of our pressure cooker to keep things from burning on the bottom. I’ve never heard of a stress crack before, but I see them, tiny tracks from one air hole to the next. Bill studied them in Aeronautical engineering school, could tell me a lot about them. The engineer friend he admires could tell us even more.

I’ve used the pressure cooker for forty years. Bill’s aunt Jessie gave it to us. My dad used it when he and mother came to visit from California. He loved cooking beans, and he is still famous for them, at least in our family.

I cooked roast beef, custards in small bowls, and what on Sunday our boy called Pharisee chicken (for fricassee).

The block cracked on our Corvair right after we drove it from California to Florida with two toddlers constantly trying to climb into the front seat with mommy through the opening between the bucket seats. Is that a stress crack? No matter. This is what I recall about getting here.

We drove into amazing lightning and thunderstorms, dark jungle of night, no lights, frogs jumping in our headlights. We knew they were squishing under our tires, but there was nothing we could do. We were alone in the dark, no house, no car, no moon, driving on a raised highway on a bridge over a swamp like river. Nothing to do but keep going.

When we arrived at The Town Motel, our destination, I got sick in the night. The next day Bill went to work at his new job at the Space Center and the children and I stayed in the room all day. It was too hot to go out, anyway.
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During the three weeks we looked for a house the children and I began to walk down to the Indian River and watch the fish jump. Our three and a half year old daughter walked alongside me, but our two and a half year old son sometimes needed piggyback rides.

We had come to a quiet place unlike the smoggy city where the children were born. We found a house, we found a church, we found the woods, and we developed ourselves as a family. I don’t think any stress cracks show now, or do they?

Mom’s Handwriting

8 Dec

SUNDAY MEMORIES

 Judy Wills

JUDY

                                             

 My Mother’s handwriting was really beautiful.  From what I understand, she and my Aunt Jessie were taught “penmanship” in school.  Not only is that not taught in today’s schools, but I’m afraid that cursive writing is a thing of the past.  I suspect it will be as difficult for our grandchildren to read as the Old English is to us.  What a pity.

In any case, I loved getting letters from Mom.  While she nearly always hand-wrote all her letters, I always type out mine.  My handwriting is terrible!  Almost unintelligible!  But Mother wrote lovely, loving letters and I enjoyed them all.

As I was growing up, we never heard of automatic dishwashers, so I learned to wash and hand-dry the dishes from our meals.  Since the humidity in Albuquerque, New Mexico was very low – very dry – it didn’t take long for those dishcloths (T-towels, we called them) to dry out.

One Christmas I received a set of T-towels from my Mother, that she had hand embroidered for me.  Now, embroidered T-towels were not a novelty, but these were special.  Mother had written out some “sayings” and embroidered those sayings on the T-towels.  I told her once that I would always have her “with me” – since I had her handwriting on those towels!  Here are the things she wrote:

I used those towels until they literally had holes in them, before purchasing new ones.  I don’t know how to embroider – I’ve tried many, many times, but just can’t get the knack of it, so my T-towels will remain plain.

But I always have the ones my Mother made especially for me – in her own handwriting.  They are treasures for me.

Relishing on the Journey

7 Dec

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

“Mom, please, please, can I have that for Christmas?”

Christmas used to be seasoned with pleas from our kids to get them that one more toy. We weren’t perfect parents; we gave in sometimes. But why wouldn’t we? Just like our kids, we’d fallen for the popular competitive race. It used to be called “Keeping up with the Joneses,” but now the Jones family is bankrupt. You’d think we would have learned, but no. I would put on my running shoes, slip on my headband, and put on my T-shirt that read, “Heading to Win – I’m on a Mission,” and dash off to the finish line. Anxious voices cheered me on: “Get the best, gather more, and grab every opportunity!” That included indulging our sons so they too would be a tinge above the competition. Finally, with wobbly knees, I reached that elusive finish line. But to my disappointment, rather than contentment, another finish line awaited. There was ALWAYS another finish line to reach.

Competition often throws us into the compare snare. And caught in its web, contentment is as elusive as snowflakes in Orlando. Way back in 1927 poet Max Ehrmann wrote, “If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter.” Now, years later and with a bit of wisdom flickering in me, I broke loose from that snare. By replacing competition with contentment, stress is greatly reduced. I learned this from a pretty great guy. He found contentment in ways foreign to most of us. He’d been in prison, beaten, insulted, and even left for dead, yet, he found real contentment. How did he do it? Paul is his name and he wrote a letter revealing his secret. “I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through Christ who gives me strength.” (Philippians 4:12-13) The “Christ” in Christmas is what gives us the strength to change competition to contentment. So, while sipping on a cup of hot apple cider, I’ll ponder on this truth: Contentment ushers in, not when reaching goals, but when receiving His grace to relish on the journey.

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