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This is the summer of transition and boy do I feel it. In one month both of my daughters will move out of state to college.    We had to take time out and escape to the country. I needed some time with my parents and sister and the kids did too.   Giant old magnolia. Rolling hills in all directions... Cicada shell hanging out in the secret garden. It's really no secret, but my son named it so. It is this neat little area with a trellis entrance under an old apple tree.  The sounds are so different away from the city. The Bob Whites were calling in the pasture, along with the cow birds. The hum of all the invisible insect life was amazing. One of the many treasures, a painting by my grandmother. I know it's a mess, but I was a spring roll making machine! This keeps me on track with my weight watchers. See that old cutting board, it has to be at least 50 years old.  One of the many beautiful pastures.  ...

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I will praise Him in the storm. The storm front is on my door step lately.  Our house is peaceful, full of love, and kindness and true safe place in this crazy world. But the storm still rages.   Unfortunately, when the weather changes, like a cold front moving through, my son's headaches are barely manageable.  Fall is on the way, we have had a few weather fronts move through and the pain level for my kiddo has been high and difficult.  We had been enjoying a day or two at a time of almost no pain, but now we are thankful for an hour or two with manageable pain.  I know the pain storm will pass, but it is hard to listen to it rage not know how long or intense it will be.  One thing we do is list things we are thankful for, a way to distract from the pain and feel hope in our hearts.  A hard Eucharisteo as Ann Voscamp, author of "1000 Gifts" calls it. My son will list his friends, toys, comic books, puppy, and so on.  Things that give him ...

So much has happened since I posted over 2 years ago. My youngest child, now 11, has been actively battling with a rare health condition.  He was diagnosed when 5, but we knew something was up by 2 1/2.  It just took over 2 years to find a doctor who knew what his condition was.   If you meet us, most people would never know anything was going on.  I'm thankful for that and have been pretty quiet about his condition because I don't want him treated differently or stigmatized in some way. However, our last doctors appointment gave me much to think about.  One of the specialists who sees our son recommended I "put myself out there." So what is his condition? Parry Romberg Syndrome.  He won't die from it, but he does have to learn to live with it. Every person with PRS has a different  story.  Some have seizures, others only facial atrophy.  Most will have headaches of some degree and may develop anxiety, or depression.  A ...

My hands must be busy. I type away at my computer, scribble in my notebooks, pin, stitch, rip, and crochet! I can face any day shuttling kids to a myriad of activities if my crochet bag is with me.  I cannot enjoy a movie at home without a crochet project.  When the movie is exciting my hands fly and stitches flow. There is comfort in the even rows, beautiful yarns and natural warmth of the project.  I tried to count how many items I had crocheted in my lifetime.  I don't have an accurate count, but I know there are dozens of hats, 20 or so scarves, three sweaters, maybe 30 afghans, plus little amigurumi dolls, bags, purses, potholders, trivets, and on and on...   Above is my current project.  It will be an afghan for my oldest.  She chose the yarn, I the pattern.  When I started it it went with me to the Dr. office, dance classes etc.  Now that it is getting cumberso...

Like many others I have recently read Ann Voskamp's "One Thousand Gifts."  I wasn't a total ingrate before reading the book but I was an offender.  I must say I am still on the naughty list most of the time, but I am recovering.  I have often praised Him over a blue sky, or sunset.  Over my precious children and loved ones. Even for my home.  But never often enough.  I was nearly tithing my thanks to Him.   A special blessing happened this week, one I thanked Him for immediately.  My husband and I like to take communion together whenever possible, which isn't that often.  He runs video, ushers, serves, or works parking lot duty nearly every Sunday.  So many times I am on my own during service. Last Sunday was the same.  Hubby was filling in for an absent usher.  As communion time came I was praying and telling God how I missed having this special time with my husband.  Almost immediately my husb...