Sunday, August 14, 2016

In Your Timing Lord

Today we had lunch with friends we hadn't seen in over a year. It was so nice visiting with them and catching up on things.


In discussing a concern I have they shared their thoughts on the matter and at one point said it depended on 'who I want to be' as to how I would deal with it. 

At that moment I knew exactly what I needed to do/or not do and how God wanted me to handle it. 

Thank you Lord for placing these friends in our life and thank you for working out this lunch date in your perfect timing. 




Saturday, August 13, 2016

EXPERIENCES




Whether you visit a foreign country or visit a neighboring state you can uncover the differences in people and places. Traveling changes you. You’re different when you return. You always learn something new when you travel even if it’s something as simple as tasting a new food.


Travel experiences feed the soul. I don’t think of myself as a travel enthusiast but I do find myself being a ‘mental’ travel enthusiast. By that I mean I’m always thinking, “I wonder what it would be like to go to….” People fascinate me. Cultures fascinate me. History fascinates me. Travel has broadened my mind and increased my awareness of just how small I am in this world. 

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Granny

When I first found out I would be a grandma I was adamant about NOT being called grandma. Far too many stigmas of ‘old’ people associated with that word. I tried out several other non-stigmatic words so as not to place myself in the proverbial rocking chair.

In the end, I decided that Nana fit the bill. Try as we might, Nana simply didn’t sound right nor did it fit me. Next, we tried Granny, which I was comfortable with. (I know, Granny was ok, but Grandma was not. Geez.) So I called myself Granny…right up to the moment our first grandson said Grandma. And that was all it took. In an instant I was known as Grandma Nae. If that’s what it felt like to be called Grandma, then it was okay with me. 


Having raised two daughters, it would have been hard to convince me that our first four grandchildren would be boys. And I will tell you right now that boys are certainly different than girls. Boys talk about farts (all the time) and they laugh about farts (all the time) and they cannot walk into the room and simply sit down. They have to run into the room, spin in a circle and hit their brother then dive onto the couch and throw a pillow on the floor. And all that is in the first 30 seconds of entering the house. (I’m guessing that our granddaughter is going to pick up on many of these things soon.) ha!


I will say however that many of the things that come out of their mouths are incredibly cute.

*The other day I told the 3 year old that I was going to take a shower and he leaned over and smelled my arm and said, “Why? You don’t stink.”

Good to know. ha!

*The same 3 year old grandson always tells me, “You’re my best friend.” 

I just wish I could bottle up the feeling in my chest when I hear him say that.


Someone asked me once if being a grandma made me feel old. Well…it doesn’t make me feel young. Being a grandma can be hard work. All those kickball games, reading the same book 5 times in a row, dishing up ice cream for five grand kids and giving kisses faster than they can wipe them off. Whew! But somehow I manage. 



Grateful 365

This morning was cloudy and overcast and for one split second I thought Maybe they missed the forecast today so I opened up the window on the back door to let in a little cool air. 

Window opened - window closed. Nope. They did not miss the forecast. Ugh... 90% humidity. 




For all those who are longing for cooler temperatures..... *sigh*


Thursday, July 21, 2016

Friday, July 8, 2016

We are not born knowing how to hate. Hate is learned.

That means that someone has to teach hate.

One only need watch the daily news to see how hate has taken a foothold in the fiber of our everyday lives.   


In reality there will always be hate in the world. What I do not understand is why so many people continue to spread hate and negativity. Why do people ‘share’ unpleasant stories, hateful comments and hurtful words on social media?
Recently, on Facebook, people who I’ve always thought highly of have been posting condemning and denigrating remarks about the presidential candidates. I don’t understand the purpose in that. 

It’s us, as Americans,that have put these people in the positions they are currently in. The democracy that makes the backbone of this nation permits us to voice our opinions and for that I’m grateful. I only wish we would voice our opinions in a more positive manner.


Thursday, June 30, 2016

God Bless the U.S.A.

We've added one more thing to our new home and it may be my favorite to date. We placed the  American flag in our front yard and it is beautiful. There is something very special about this flag and what it stands for. On a minimal level it represents a great country. To a deeper degree it symbolizes the story and events that shaped our nation; along with the values and ideals that make America...America. 
Most importantly to me, I see the history and dedication of the people who have come before me who have fought for the freedoms I have today. I don't take that lightly. I am, and will be, forever grateful to those who fight for the United States of America and allow me the privilege to celebrate in a free and democratic nation.





Over the next several days there will be numerous pictures of the American flag displayed on television and social media along with the sounds of fireworks in each of our neighborhoods. There will be neighborhoods lined with the colors of our nation. What a proud time for us all....  

President Woodrow Wilson, 1917
This flag, which we honor and under which we serve, is the emblem of our unity, our power, our thought and purpose as a nation. It has no other character than that which we give it from generation to generation. The choices are ours. It floats in majestic silence above the hosts that execute those choices, whether in peace or in war. And yet, though silent, it speaks to us — speaks to us of the past, or the men and women who went before us, and of the records they wrote upon it.