Poetry - "Is It Time Yet?"


“In the beginning…”
God promised a Savior,
To redeem this sinful world,
From its wicked behavior.

“All nations shall be blessed…”
Through the seed of Abraham,
The Messiah will someday come,
It was God’s perfect plan.

Almighty God, “I AM”
Did set His people free,
His angel of Death passed over,
He separated the sea.

“Be strong, and of good courage!”
The cry rang out that day.
“This is the land God promised you;
Trust in His strength; obey.”

“Thy throne shall be forever,”
To King David, it was said.
An everlasting kingdom,
In peaceful pastures led.

“Bethelehem, Ephratah,
Out of thee shall come…”
This simple little village
Would bring the Promised One.

“And the days were accomplished…”
The time was drawing near,
Son of Man and Son of God
Heavenly hosts prepared to cheer.

“Unto you is born this day..”
The choir of angels sang,
“Glory to the newborn King!”
The rafters of heaven rang.

“A light to lighten the Gentiles,
A glory to Israel.”
The spotless Lamb of God,
His wondrous plan revealed.

“Today thou shalt be in Paradise,”
“It is finished!” he cried.
They knew not what they did,
The Messiah was crucified.

“That hour knoweth no man”
When the trumpet will sound.
A triumphant call to His own,
In whose heart, He is found.

“The Alpha and Omega,
The beginning and the end.”
Our King, our Lord, our Savior,
To Thee our knees we bend.

Genesis 1:1, Genesis 26:4, Exodus 3:14, Joshua 1:6, Psalm, Micah 5:2, Luke 2:6, Luke 2:11, Luke 2:32, Mark 13:32, Luke 23:43, John 19:30, Rev. 1:8

Tradition, Tradition

This week on Jolly Daze
we are sharing our Christmas traditions.

JollyDaze 4 u & me meme

We have quite a few traditions, but the that usually starts the season is finding a tree. We live in the woods, so we cut our own. But there's a problem with trees growing closely together. They are not usually symmetrically shaped. Often, the tops of the tall ones are better shaped than the smaller ones. So... we walk through the woods looking up at the tops. A nimble boy climbs up and saws off the top 8' of a tree and sends it tumbling to those watching.

Because we have only heat by wood, we find a spot for the tree far from the stove. We cover it with lots of home-made decorations and other ones that reflect each person's character or interests - everything from Charlie Brown to an Alaskan dog sled. We also string popcorn, intermingled with wrapped candy, which is eaten throughout the holiday season. The finishing touch is a beautiful angel at the top.

The whole month of December is filled with parties and programs, shopping and caroling, but Christmas Eve is my favorite day. It begins with waking early and heading to the "big city" of Bangor to do any last minute shopping. First we have breakfast at Dysarts, a truck stop with delicious food. When our money and energy runs out, we head home to finishing wrapping presents, cooking pies, and cleaning the house for any Christmas guests.

All preparations stop by 6 o'clock.
It is time for our Christmas Eve Candlelight service.
Whatever isn't done won't get done.
It's time for Christmas.

The church is decorated with greenery, red velvet ribbons, and lights in the windows. Everyone is dressed in their Christmasy clothes. Children scurry about in robes and halos. Each person is given a short little candle as they arrive. The sanctuary is dimly lit. The pianist is softly playing. Ushers light the candles of those sitting near the center aisle. The flame is passed from person to person. (battery operated ones for small children)

The service progresses with the men and boys taking their turn reading Scripture, followed by a carol. Poetry, children's plays, and special music are woven between. Time seems to stand still. Hearts are filled with holy wonder.

Too soon the music stops and the lights turned on. Gifts and cards are exchanged, and joyous laughter fills the room as people wish each other good tidings of joy. The rest of that evening and all of the next day is filled with family and food and gifts, but it is all an aftermath of the beautiful holy time.

I want to hold that hushed awe of God with us.

That's Christmas.

What is God's Light?

I am hosting Monday Manna today, where we meet to together to study a portion of God's Word. You may link to your blog with thoughts on this verse (with the Linky at the bottom of this page), or you may add a comment.

"Where is the way where light dwelleth?
And as for darkness,
where is the place thereof?"
(Job 38:19, KJV)

What is light?

According to the dictionary, it is "electromagnetic radiation that has a wavelength in the range from about 4,000 (violet) to about 7,700 (red) angstroms and may be perceived by the normal unaided human eye."

We considered the most basic form of light to be the sun, but it wasn't the first light. On the first day of creation, God said, "Let there be light!" and there was light. What was this light? It wasn't the sun, for that wasn't created until the 4th day. It was God's light.

Light travels at 186,000 miles a second. I looked up the explanations of how scientists discovered this, but my small mind couldn't comprehend it. I only know that even though light is moving, God made it already here when it was created, giving it age at its conception.

"Where is the way where light dwelleth?
And as for darkness,
where is the place thereof?"
(Job 38:19, KJV)

God showed Job the wonders of creation that only He could know. Physics, biology, and astronomy, which were "discovered" later in time, are all discussed in these chapters. (Job 39-41) We learn of dragons and other creatures that are not around any more.

In thinking again of light and darkness, it brings to mind the times when the Bible describes unnatural forms of darkness. God plagued the Egyptians with a strange darkness.

"And the Lord said unto Moses, Stretch out thine hand toward heaven, that there may be darkness over the land of Egypt, even darkness which may be felt, and Moses stretched forth his hand toward heaven, and there was a thick darkness in all the land of Egypt three days. They saw not one another, neither rose from his place for three days, but all the children of Israel had light in their dwellings." (Exodus 10:21-23, KJV)

Two more times, God used this "thick darkness" in the book of Exodus. Darkness is also mentioned in Revelation, in the time of the Great Tribulation and in the everlasting punishment of Satan and those who have followed him.

"God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all."
(I John 1:5)

Every time, God gives man a glimpse of heaven, of angels, or of His glory - a very bright light is the first sensation of being in the presence of something supernatural. God's glory shows His presence.

"Then a cloud covered the tent of the congregation,
and the glory of the LORD filled the tabernacle."
(Exodus 40:34)

Heaven is always described as being filled with light - brighter than the sun, brighter than anything we can imagine. It is filled with God's light.

"And the city had no need of the sun,
neither of the moon, to shine in it;
for the glory of God did lighten it,
and the Lamb is the light thereof."
(Revelation 21:23)

I think God's light will surround us like the air in heaven. I wonder if the "white robes" are really light. Perhaps Adam and Eve were clothed in light before they sinned.

We think we can control light with electrical power, but we can only simulate real light. God creates His light with only a word. He can withhold it with thick darkness. He can reveal glimpses of it to mankind. There will be a day when we will see Him as He is, in all His glory!

Polliwog Pets

Our Polliwog Pages Pet Parade is still going strong.
Today's story is by a new Polliwog Kid.
She'd love some encouraging comments.

If you are between the ages of 4-14,(or know someone who likes to write stories)I would like to post your story here. Send me an email. I'd love to read your story!

Friday Fiction - Mary Dear

This story is dedicated to those taking care of loved ones.

Mary Dear

A teakettle whistles softly on the kitchen woodstove. A man pours the steaming water, stirring in milk and sugar. He sets the two rattling teacups on the red checked tablecloth and chooses a pill bottle from the lineup against the wall. The mantle clock announces seven o’clock.

“Time for your pill, Mary Dear.” He helps her sit straighter in her wheelchair and adjusts a pillow behind her left shoulder. “I hope the tea isn’t too hot.”

With a towel under her chin and a teacup in his gnarled fingers, he slowly, gently gives her a sip and wipes the corner of her mouth. The clock ticks away the minutes as he takes a sip from his cup and gives her one.

“The leaves are starting to turn red already. It will be winter soon.”

She twists her neck toward the window. “Un-n-n.”

“The pastor’s wife brought some banana bread. She’s such a thoughtful woman. Would you like some with your tea?”

“Un-o-oh” Mary jerks her head and knocks the cup from his hand, sending it shattering across the linoleum floor. “O-o-oh!”

“Don’t worry about that. It was almost empty anyway.” He fetches the straw broom and sweeps the broken pieces into the dustpan. After washing his own teacup in the big enamel sink, drying it, and putting it away; he hobbles to the back door to let the cat out and puts another piece of wood in the stove.

“Are you warm enough, Mary Dear?”

“Unh-oo” She looks toward the living room and swings her arm wildly.

“What? Do you want to listen to the radio?” He pushes her chair across the braided rug and pulls the light chain, giving the room a golden glow. He wipes a dribble on her chin and straightens her up again.

“Unh-oo” Mary focuses on the bookshelf.

“Oh, you want to look at the photo album?”

Side by side, they peer at faces of long ago – mothers and brothers already passed on. They remember the old farm house and pudgy babies. They puzzle over all the faces in the wedding poses and try to remember the names of all the grandchildren and their babies. The mantel clock chimes eight times.

“Time for bed, Mary Dear.”

Sounds of splashing water, thumps, grunts, and rustling cloth are heard beyond the bathroom door. At last they emerge. Mary is wearing a white flannel nightie and pink fluffy slippers. A waft of liniment and talcum follows them down the hallway to the bedroom.

Facing the tall vanity mirror, he straightens her back, adjusts the pillows, and wipes her chin again. With slow gentle strokes, he lovingly brushes her soft gray curls. She closes her eyes; the hint of a smile shows on one side of her lips.

Carefully, he lifts her small frame onto the cotton sheets and tucks her in. He brushes the droplets from his balding head with his shirtsleeve and readies the house for the night.

Finally, with a sigh, he lies down beside her and turns to see her clouded blue eyes watching him.

“Unh –uv-oo.”

He kisses her forehead and whispers, “I love you too, Mary Dear, and I always will.”

~ ~ ~

Today's Friday Fiction is being hosted by Anna Karlene

Is It Fair?

Is It Fair?

We never forget to say "give me,"
When needy how quickly we plead,
But how oft we forget to say "thank you"
When the Lord has supplied every need.

It seems that we only say "thank you"
Each time that Thanksgiving draws near;
Is it fair to say "give me" so often,
And "thank you" just one time a year.

We never forget to say "help me;"
In trouble how quickly we pray,
But how oft we forget to say "thank you"
When he's chased all our trouble away.

It seems that we only say "thank you"
Each time that Thanksgiving draws near;
Is it fair to say "give me" so often,
And "thank you" just one time a year.

We never forget to say "spare me"
From sorrow, from sickness, and tears,
But how oft we forget to say "thank you"
To the One who has kept through the years.

It seems that we only say "thank you"
Each time that Thanksgiving draws near;
Is it fair to say "give me" so often,
And "thank you" just one time a year.

Monday Manna - New Verse Nov. 28

I will be hosting Monday Manna this next week. Take the time to find this verse in your Bible. Read the other verses before and after it to get the context, then next Monday, write what the Lord has taught you about Himself. Post it on your blog, and link it to mine, or just write your thoughts in the comment section, so we all can learn from it together.

"Where is the way where light dwelleth?
And as for darkness,
where is the place thereof?"
(Job 38:19, KJV)

Are you a Happy Lexophile?

A Lexophile is a lover of words - puns, cliches, idioms, etc.
Here is a little fun with words that I found.

A bicycle cannot stand-alone; it is two tired.

A will is a dead giveaway.

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

A backward poet writes inverse.

In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes.

A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.

With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.

When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.

The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine was fully recovered.

A grenade fell onto a kitchen floor in France resulted in Linoleum Blownapart.

You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.

Local Area Network in Australia : The LAN down under.

He broke into song because he couldn't find the key.

A calendar's days are numbered.

A lot of money is tainted: 'Taint yours, and 'taint mine.

A boiled egg is hard to beat.

He had a photographic memory, which was never developed.

A plateau is a high form of flattery.

When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall.

If you jump off a Paris bridge, you are in Seine .

When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.

Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.

Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.

Acupuncture: a jab well done.

Marathon runners with bad shoes suffer the agony of de feet.

The roundest knight at king Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.

I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.

If you yell through the screen window, you'll strain your voice.

A rubber band was confiscated from algebra class because it was a weapon of math disruption.

No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.

A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.

Atheism is a non-prophet organization.

A cabbage and carrot rolled down a hill. The cabbage won because it was a head.

I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.

A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said, "Keep off the Grass."

A small boy swallowed some coins and was taken to a hospital. When his grandmother telephoned to ask how he was, a nurse said, "No change yet."

The soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.

Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.

~ ~ ~
Do you know any one-line jokes like this?

Jolly Daze - Bee Thankful

Can you find something to be thankful for
in every situation?

"In everything give thanks,
for the is will of God
in Christ Jesus for you."
(I Thessalonians 5:18)

Over the next few months, I plan to participate in

JollyDaze 4 u & me meme

Our family's most memorable Thanksgiving was when a squirrel got in the house. I gathered the kids on the couch while my husband opened the bedroom door. I said, "Watch Daddy jump." ...only there was a large window right behind us. The squirrel ran right up over our heads, and we all screamed. I jumped up before the person sitting on the edge of my skirt. (the one that snapped all the way up the front...I'll leave it at that.) The frightened squirrel and stampede of kids raced for the kitchen door. Lydia, age 5, tripped over a chair and lost a tooth. My husband had the biggest laugh, between me losing my skirt and mayhem of the kids. Poor Lydia had to restrict her meal to mashed potatoes and gravy, but we'll never forget that Thanksgiving.

Go to Peej's Blog to see more.

Do You Know God?

Today's Monday Manna
is hosted by Joanne Sher
at An Open Book.
We are focusing on this verse -

"But let him who glories, glory in this -
That he understands and knows Me,
that I am the LORD,
exercising lovingkindness,
judgment, and righteousness in the earth -
for in these I delight."
(Jeremiah 9:24, NKJV )

I know a lot of people.

My family teases me because I have many more friends on Facebook than they have. My husband asks me, "Do you know all those people?"

Some of them are in my writing group. We share an interest. I only know their names. I have acquaintances - those I've met through my children or a mutual friend, people who live in my town. There are others I know a bit more - students, teachers, extended family, and neighbors. Of course, I know my family and closer friends. I know their birthdays and their interests. I know how to make them laugh and when they are feeling low. Best of all, I know my husband. I know what is thinking without him saying a word. I know how he feels about things. I know how he will react to certain circumstances.

It's been said, "It's not what you know, but who you know."

I can brag that know the author of the "Left Behind" books and the president of Bibles International Mission. Some people brag that they know a movie star or sports celebrity.

God says,
"But let him who glories, glory in this -
That he understands and knows Me,
that I am the LORD,
exercising lovingkindness,
judgment, and righteousness in the earth -
for in these I delight."
(Jeremiah 9:24, NKJV )

God wants us to know Him - to know His will, to know how He feels about things, to know His lovingkindness and righteousness.

Do you know God?

~ ~ ~

Lord's Day


"Come before His presence with thanksgiving."

Dragons in a Parade?

We are soaring high this week
with a flying dragon.

to read the next story in our

Friday Fiction - Zeke

I'm not doing NaNo this year,
(and I miss being part of the fun)
but I'm revising my Phoebe novel
with a more focused point-of-view.

Here is one section I just worked on -

(Zeke is younger, but I haven't found a picture of him, yet.)


Zeke took off his hat and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I had a look-see at that there wagon this morning. It doesn’t look so good. The wheel is twisted, and the axle is cracked. I nailed a patch on it, but it won’t last very long. Now, I know this fella’ in Poestenkill, the next town over. He can fix just about anything. I can pull your wagon behind mine and see what he says.”

Maseppa focused on the stream of milk and didn’t speak. She untied Lolly and led her to another patch of tall grass. Zeke followed her. She finally said, “I not have money, but I find berries, apples, mint, roots. My mother show me how to find them.”

“Hey, that’s a good idea! I know folks who would want those things -maybe the doc or the gen’ral store. We can ask around.”

Maseppa strained the fresh milk through a thin cloth. She poured some for Phoebe and handed the bucket to Zeke. “How much you like?”

“M-m-m, I ain’t had fresh milk in a long time. I have a tin pail in my wagon. Thank you much!” He sprinted away on his long legs.

Maseppa looked at Phoebe’s wet clothes and frowned. She found another dress and hung the soggy one on a nearby bush in the sunshine. After a breakfast of pan-fried cornbread and Lolly’s milk, they folded the bedding and packed up. Zeke returned with an empty milk tin, which he washed in the stream before Maseppa filled it.

“I see you’re ready to go. I’ll help you carry things up to the road. I hitched your wagon to the back of mine. Looks like one of those new fangled locomotives!” He gathered up some bundles as he talked.

Maseppa saved a few coals and covered the fire with dirt. She handed Phoebe a sack, while she carried the bedding and kettle. Zeke tied Lolly in back and hitched Ginger beside a big black horse.

Maseppa walked slowly around the strange wagon. There were pans, kettles, tools, and things she never saw before hanging on the sides. At the back was a door that opened at the top. Inside, she could see bolts of cloth, kegs, wash tubs, and hundreds of little boxes.

(Maybe Zeke is more like Danny Kaye.)

“A regular gen’ral store on wheels! Anything you want or need… I have it. Needles, buttons, tubs, and pans… jewelry and fancy perfume, too!“

Phoebe tip-toed to see over the edge. “There’s a bed in here, too! Is this your home?”

“Yep, I live anywhere my wheels and Ol’ Sam can take me.” He patted the big horse’s rump.

Maseppa grasped Phoebe’s hand. “Ondàs, come.”

Phoebe skipped to the front and climbed onto the seat. A roof extended over their heads, and a little window with a sliding panel was behind them.

Zeke sat on one side, and Maseppa held Phoebe on her lap. Zeke arranged the long leather reins and clucked his tongue at Ol’ Sam and Ginger. The horses snorted and tugged the heavy load. They strained for a few steps, but were soon clip-clopping along.

The peddler’s wagon rattled and jangled over the bumpy road. Phoebe giggled and squirmed trying to see everything at once. Zeke began whistling in time to Ol’ Sam’s feet. Maseppa sat silently, looking straight ahead.

They soon entered Poestenkill, a quiet village on the bank of the Hoosick River. A sawmill, store, and a few houses huddled close together. Zeke pulled their wagons close to the mill and stopped. Jumping down, he disappeared in a wide open door.

A couple men sat in rocking chairs on the store’s porch across the road. They stared at the strange caravan and the two sitting on the seat. Phoebe whispered, “Why do those men keep looking at us?”


Soon Zeke returned with a man in a red flannel shirt covered with sawdust. They ambled toward the broken wheel and axle, discussing what would be needed to repair it. Maseppa climbed down from the wagon.

Zeke said, “Ma’am, this here is James Morgan. He says he can have it repaired in a couple days.”

Maseppa nodded.

Mr. Morgan didn’t look at the wheel anymore. His face darkened and his eyes squinted. He crossed his arms and stared at Maseppa as Zeke rambled on about finding them beside the road last night.

“I ain’t going to fix it,” the man interrupted.

“What? You just said it wouldn’t take long.”

“This your woman?”

“No, this is her wagon. It slid off the road, and I’m just helping her.”

“I ain’t helping no Injun!”

“I’ll pay you,” insisted Zeke.

“I ain’t helping no Injun lover either!” He pivoted away. ”I wouldn’t trust a cheating peddler and a thieving Injun any farther that I can spit!” He shot a stream of tobacco juice at Zeke’s feet and stomped back to his mill.

The two men on the porch chuckled.

Zeke turned to them, “Go ahead and laugh. We’ll just go somewhere else. Don’t come crying to me the next time you need something!”

He swung himself up next to Maseppa and Phoebe and flicked the reins at Ol’ Sam and Ginger a little harder than usual. The horses jumped at the sharp treatment, but trotted away as fast as the crippled wagon train could go. Maseppa stared straight ahead. Zeke growled under his breath. “I’m sorry I put you through that, Ma’am.”

“It not be your fault.”

“It was all I could do to keep from giving him a bloody nose.”

“It not be any good.”

“Maybe not, but I would ‘a felt better!”

~ ~ ~

For more NaNo excerpts and other stories,

The Canaan Years - Leaving

I haven't continued the posts of my memories for awhile

...for a reason.

(This one is a hard one for me.)

Despite the up-and-down emotions of being a teenager, I was basically happy. I loved Canaan and its people. I loved the small town atmosphere where I felt safe and comfortable. I loved the farmlands and fields and woods around us. It was a great place to be a teenager.

I knew something was bothering my father. There is so much a pastor has to bear, which he can't share with others. One evening, he announced that he wanted to move to Bucksport. He wanted to be a part of the church there.

I was shocked and angry. I didn't want to move! I didn't want to go to a new school for my senior year. As much as I despised being different, as pastor's kid in the public school, I didn't want to start over in a new school. I wanted to graduate from Skowhegan High School.

...but I submitted. I knew the routine
and packed up my clothes, books, and memories.

In the middle of packing, my long-haired calico cat, Michelle, had kittens. I had made a "nest" for her in a box, but she didn't want that - she wanted me. I was doing dishes, and she started having them right in the middle of the kitchen floor. I put the "nest" in my bedroom, but she insisted on being on my bed. So I put an old sheet on my bed and let her have them there. I remember a black one being born on the stroke of midnight, so I named him Minuit. Since we were moving, a neighbor offered to take all of them, Michelle and her 4 kittens.

I still had about a couple month left of classes, including my finals, when my parents moved in April. The Ouellettes, a family in our church and my teacher in the Christian school, asked my parents if I could stay with them until the end of the school year. It was such a touching gift to me. They took me in and made me part of their family. Their son even gave up his room and slept on the couch. (I still call them Aunt Nancy and Uncle Norman.)

Harvey was the big brother I never had. Harvey liked teasing me about my boyfriend, who attended Bangor Christian School with him, and I got him back by spraying him with a hose.

Debbie let me tag along like a little sister. Once I could hear her call me, but I couldn't find her. She said she was in the attic, but not the attic I knew of. Finally, by her voice, she directed me to a trap door in her parents' closet. I thought that was so cool and imagined it as a good place to hide runaway slaves. Like a big sister, she listened to my tears and complaints of moving. She read my poem -


As a gypsy I wander; a pilgrim, I roam;
Searching for a common face, yet all alone.
A stranger's a friend, and a friend, a stranger;
Flitting, restless butterfly, all decisions waver.
Oh, to stop and drop my pondered load!
Trudging, stumbling, never pausing, on my endless road.
~ ~ ~

I didn't get as close to their second daughter, Julie. She had been away at college and was only home a couple weeks at the end of my stay. I do remember one time that she nursed a bite on my leg from a dog that chased me on my bike.

I got in "trouble" like one of their kids, too - for leaving a phonograph record out, for forgetting to wipe out the tub, for eating the last date when it was being saved for Uncle Norman's supper, etc.

During my high school years, I used to wait for the bus on the porch of our neighbor across the street, but they were the ones who adopted my cat Michelle. Now I couldn't stand having her look at me through the window. I couldn't make her understand that I was sorry that she couldn't be with me anymore. So I didn't wait for the bus there anymore.

Going to church was strange without my father and my family there. The church called a retired pastor to fill in, until they got a new one. Pastor Victor Dow was a superb preacher. He never went to school past the fifth grade or went to Bible school, but he loved the Lord and knew his Bible. I really enjoyed getting to hear him preach God's Word.

Staying with the Ouellettes was a fun few months. We hung may-baskets and rode bikes to the fire tower. I went to an all-night teen time - candlepin bowling, rollerskating, and singing around a campfire. Aunt Nancy even made a long yellow dress for me for a banquet.

I treasured those last weeks with my few friends and classmates at school. I put my heart into my studies and ended the year with great grades. Our English teacher gave us a final writing project and I wrote three children's stories. (I don't know where they are now.) I hadn't bought a yearbook, but wished I had. One boy in my class let me take his home to sign. I noticed no one else had signed it yet. On the bus home, someone told me that he never lets anyone sign his yearbooks. I would probably be the only one. Wow! I don't even remember what I said, and I wished I had gotten to know him better. It was hard to say good-bye to my classmates and teachers. I didn't want to start making friends all over again.

My very good friend, Debbie Haney, was going to live with our family for awhile. Her family would be driving us to Bucksport. I thanked the Ouellettes for their love and hospitality, climbed in the Haney's truck, and started the next chapter of my life...the Bucksport Years.

(This is when God led Randy into my life!)


"It's a BRAZZLE-DAZZLE day!"

I am so blessed! I love my life. God has given me a wonderful husband, great kids, super-duper grandkids, and oodles of friends.

I live on the coast of Maine, in a cozy house built by my husband, curled up with my cat and the crackling woodstove.

I fill my day with writing, knitting, reading, doing jigsaw puzzles, playing Scrabble, taking walks, tutoring students, visiting neighbors, and of course, cleaning and cooking.
(when I have to)

I see my parents often, and my children as often as I can. I fellowship with my church family at least three or four times each week.

My, oh my, what a wonderful day!"

Each morning is a gift from God, just waiting to be opened.
When things get difficult, I remember that God gave those to me, too. I start counting my blessings, and the trials don't seem so big.

Are you ready to see what the Lord has given you today?

Ordinary Lives. From a 2 z 4 u & me

I hope you've enjoyed this journey through the alphabet with us. For more Z entries go to Peej's Blog.
(She's got more ideas for the upcoming weeks.)


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