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Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Hi. I am an addict.

I am an addict.

It's true.  Both John and I have have addictive tendencies.  In reality, I think everyone has them, just that some have them badly and some not so badly.  Some pick bad things to be addicted to, some understand and make good efforts guide themselves.

So, in order to fulfill my addictive tendencies, and not be useless to my faith, family, or society, I do things like listen to congressional hearings on youtube while doing chores or paper work.

And talk radio.

And I discovered podcasts!!!

OK.  I shouldn't pluralize it.  I listen to 2 and a half podcast.


But my favorite one is Ben Shapiro.

I found this guy before the elections and couldn't help but be impressed.  I feel like I finally found a soul that gets it!

I missed listening to his stuff during vacation.  NOT because he isn't on my podcast app and ready to go, but more along this lines of, WHO HAD THE TIME?!?!?!  With all those grand babies to hold and hug and rock and sing to and stare at and kiss?!?!?  Seriously.  Ben who?

These babies...

I can get lost in looking a them.  For along time.  And they distract me in all the right ways.

And if it wasn't grand babies...hello?  Daughters?  Sky watching to do.  Talks to have.  Movies to watch.  Jokes to share. Life to experience.

Back to Ben.

Welcome to one of my addictions.  This guy is so smart AND has common sense.  A very unusual combination.  One can almost forgive that he graduated from UCLA.  Or at the very least, forget.  I was listening to the podcast during morning chores and shower today.

I have to share.

This is the youtube version.  I don't know how to share podcasts.

It got me thinking.  The first past of the podcast was about men and women.  And all I can say is THANK YOU.

SHEESH.  The level of ignorance and willful willing sheeple-ness.  ( I know.  That's not a real word. Work with me. I have things to do, places to go, people to see. No time to find the perfect word.)

I know liberals hate him.  I think he came up with the quote, 'facts don't care about your feeling'.  Truth.  Not that we need to be cold hearted, but lets get to the facts.


As I told my youngest son, 'son, you have addictive tendencies, like most of America.  But being 1/2 Irish, they are pretty powerful.  Pick your addictions.  You can fight and overcome some. But you can't over come it all.  Be wise.  Be holy.  Be real.

Now, off to catch up on my podcasts!  Car rides are the best for listening!!!!

Monday, January 9, 2017

Thankfully, we are not robots.

My neighbor came over last night ( during the game ) and we got to talking again.  This seems to happen when people knock on our door.  They come in and problems get solved.  

Well, at least in our heads.

We talked football.  Children.  Winter. School.  Our houses and the maintenance they create. Adoption. Overcoming.

When she left, it felt like time well spent.  Even though I was watching the game from the corner of my eyes at the beginning.

My neighbor is not a believer.  She doesn't have to be.  Though GOD comes into every conversation because it is part of my life, it doesn't bother her, and I know she doesn't agree with everything I believe in.  And that's ok.

The issue of victim-hood came into the conversation last night.  Her child goes to catholic school, and all that it brings.  Don't get me wrong.  If we didn't homeschool, my kids would go to catholic school.  Even if we are not catholic.  Christian school wouldn't be an option.  I'm not impressed.  And public school? No.  Just no. 

Anyway, I was telling her how in group activities, kids usually prefer not to have Elena on their team.  Because she just can't.  But she can.  She is constantly being told, you're not going to win, but you will!  Maybe not first place, but there is something to be said about accomplishing personal goals!  No you don't have to capability to compete with a 'healthy' bodied peer, but that doesn't mean you can't do it.  Win your own battles.  

She was shocked that I didn't tell my daughter she could do anything she wants to.  She can't!! And it's ok!!  She can do a lot.  But she can never be her little sister, who seems to win every race she competes in.  Or her brother who has daredevil tendencies. 

It was a new concept for my friend.

My daughter is not a victim of bullying or put downs.  Nor because she doesn't get bullied or put down, she does;  but the best gift I can give my children besides seeking holiness, it not to be someone who has to be catered to.  Please excuse my ending with a preposition.

Oh the tears.  Oh the feeling of failure.  Oh the disappointment.


But my child, moving on and being strong minded is the power that no one can take from you.

You can't change people.  You can't change attitudes.  You can't change opinions.  But you can control your reaction.  And victim-hood is not the answer.  What a joke. 

This is our child of hope.  ( the plaque behind her is my favorite quote.  Ever.  It applies to everyone.)
Her smile, her perseverance, her joy, her struggles, her smarts, her laughter...be still my heart.

What a gift!!

How can I  make her a victim?!?

Go against the tide, my child.  The world has nothing to offer.  

Stand on the 2 feet GOD gave you.

Use the courage and strength HE instilled in you.

And go serve your GOD everywhere HE places you.

And you will conquer the world!  Or at the very least, the corner HE gave you.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

I am in the process of making herbal medicines. It's kind of cool. 

But this cracked me up. 

I had Samuel take a whiff of slippery elm and I asked him of what it reminded him. 

" I don't know. I can't place it. Cinnamon maybe. Another herb I can't place. "

"Doesn't it remind you of cough syrup?!?"  

" I don't know. I've never had cough syrup." 

Well there you go. 

Yes the kid has been sick, though not often. And when he has been sick, we dealt with it, well, not the allopathic way. Most of his life, and quite frankly all of the girl's American life, they haven't known any different. 

And can I get amen. 

Friday, February 26, 2016

When sports changes your life...

I don't know what got me thinking about high school last night.

I was so disjointed from my family most of my life.  Not really their fault.  Not really mine.  Even if there was bad stuff going on, it has been past the time to go back and dwell there.  My parents and I are in a good place.

Anyway, because I felt so uncomfortable at home, I joined every sport and club in school.  I left early in the morning to go to the library to read before school started.  Oh how I love the library.  I stayed after school for meetings and sports.

And boy do I love sports.

It got me thinking how sports are not just about challenging yourself, but about bringing people together.

Even if you are not the one playing, just watching.

There seems to be a big we-have-so-much-in-common, even when all you have in common is you like the same football/baseball/hockey/basketball/whatever team.  

I remember one day, as a lowly freshman who just wanted to melt into the background and survive, I wore my much-begged-for-for-Christmas Steelers t-shirt.  Didn't think much about it.  But it produced a great friendship that would have never have happened unless I was wearing that shirt.  Anthony looked at me as though I just appeared out of no where and said,"You like the Steelers??!!?"

Being from Jersey, it was either the Jets or Giants.

But of course I did!!  We got to talking and the next thing we knew,  though there was truly nothing we had in common except the Steelers, we developed a 4 year friendship that took us through school work, encouraging each other through our own sport struggles and victories, dealing with relationships ( no we never dated, we had something better than that) , me being a punk and liking 'weird' music he would constantly laugh about, and him being a jock, and so typical, is was just a life waiting to be mocked.  By me.  lol.

We certainly had a friendship that confused the daylights out of everybody in school.

I wonder where Anthony is today.

No matter where he is, I can tell you this...I know he is still a Steelers fan.  And should I see him one day, I bet the first thing we talk about are the Steelers.  Then we will get into family and life.

It seems as though faith is suppose to bring people together like that.  And it does for the most part.  Except we get so off kilter about our faith, in a way that doesn't exist in sports.  Probably because we  think we have to be right, as opposed to holy. That doesn't happen in sports.

Those of you who live in HIM, don't let sports be better at life than your faith.  Remember these are brothers and sisters in HIS Grace, just like you.  Can you call someone out on their sin?  Sure.  What kind of jerks would we be if we didn't.  But when you start  on arguing about your personal excuses, well, you already lost the argument.  If its not all about Jesus, it is not worth dishonoring HIM by dragging HIM into our excuses.

That being said.

Go Steelers!!!

And seek HIM.  Deeply.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Open My Eyes Everyday, My King

Open my eyes everyday, my King.

That's my motto.  That's my prayer.

It sounds like a wholesome and GODly thing to say, but if you really think about it, it is slightly ( incredibly) terrifying.  Because HE does.  Maybe I don't notice it everyday, though it may still happen; but on the days I do notice it, boy is it hard.

I love football.  I do.  I have for a very long, long time.

I am about to confess another sin of mine.  lol.  Back when I was a kid, I got grounded.  A lot.  I mean, I couldn't watch tv for most of my life, which is why I became an avid reader.  I suppose it was suppose to be a curse, but really a blessing in disguise.

Yet, that self same reason is why I became a football fan.

How do these 2 things line up, you ask?

Well, let me tell you!

Sundays were weird at my house.  We hardly ever, mostly never, went to church.  My older sister loved to nap.  My parents were in their own world, and doing their own thing on Sundays.  Which meant, well, I disobeyed and snuck down to watch tv on the Sundays that we were home.  To my disappointment and dismay, about the only thing on tv in the 70s on Sundays was, well, football.

Holy Pete, was it boring.  But in my sneaky mind, I didn't care.  I was watching tv and that's all that mattered.  I watched it even though I didn't have a clue what was going on.

But the tide changed, slowly but surely, and I started to understand what was going on.  I had a friend in school whose dad loved football and we got to talking.  And he got to explaining his favorite thing. And before I knew it, I picked out my favorite team to watch and cheer to win.  Who remembers the 70s?  Who remembers the Steel Curtain?  Enough said.

There in lies my love of reading and football.  Its all about getting grounded.  I recently told me mom if she really wanted to ground me she should have taken all my books away.  Talk about horrifying!! What would I do?!?!  I'd probably become a master at hiding them to read in some sneaky way.  But let's move on.

( To clarify, I am not sneaky anymore.  :P)

I mean seriously, what does getting grounded, football, being a sneaky kid and praying for my eyes to open have to do with each other?

Well, the Super Bowl was this past Sunday.

And though I watch for the game and not really for the commercials and definitely not for the half time show, still a commercial or 2 made their way into my line of vision and one stuck with me.  I had no idea who those people were, but it was sweet and it was cute.  I moved on because there was football to watch and grandsons to kiss in between plays.

Still.  The commercial and concept never left me.

This morning, I grabbed my nook to read my Bible.  But there was this Facebook message before I could open my nook telling me that my friend posted something.  I usually ignore them and swish them away.  But this morning.  It was the only message.  Which is weird.

So I clicked on it and opened my eyes.

It was the Joey + Rory thing that was in the commercial.

And she is dying.

Like right now dying.

And they are at peace in HIS will.  They have clung the Cross and not let go.  I texted my friend and asked her about it.


After morning chores and kick starting the day, I sat for a minute or 2 to go back and see with my own 4 eyes.  And what I found rocked my world.  The hope.  The humility.  The joy. The heartache. The loveliness of simplicity.  The faith.  The turmoil. And The love.

Where have these people been before this?  I love country music.  I am loving simplicity.  I love GOD.  These guys are right up my alley.

In all of this, and it is a lot,  more than I have time for this morning, but something I will continue to pursue, this video popped up, and it was amazing.  Because not only have I been thinking and praying about this for a couple of months, but we were just talking about it during teatime at our homeschool co op this Monday.

Here is the issue.

Where are we in bringing up Titus 2 woman and men?  Why are we so focused on succeeding in the world, but not seeking HIS face in our hearts?  Why do we push our girls into careers, politics,  etc...and not towards the hope of the future generations? When was the last time you have hear a young man ask a girl what her future plans are, and hearing " a wife and a mom" and thats exactly what he is hoping to hear.  Someone who will surrender her life for the instruction of the Lord to be taught to their children?  If we actually suggested this to our sons, they would laugh at us or maybe at the very least know it is so not acceptable in our society, that he wouldn't or couldn't have to courage to do it.

Mind you.  This is not a world issue.  No.  This is also a church issue.  This is also a homeschool issue.

Because as you may have noticed, most of our homeschool daughters have incredible careers, and let us pat ourselves in the back for educating our daughters to success.


Not saying we don't educate our daughters.  Not even a little bit.  I believe in education.  Oh, do I believe in it.  I am still in the business of learning to this day.  Never stop learning.


Education is not my GOD. I believe girls can become great things.  And I don't believe careers are taboo/evil for them.  But as I look around me, marriage, children, homes and family are at the altar of careers.  Being sacrificed for fulfillment.  Bragging rights.  Or at the very least escape.

And seriously not saying that women shouldn't work.  Sometimes it is a necessity and how many things wouldn't get done without them.

But let's not push them at all cost.

When my daughter was in high school, she didn't want to go to college.  I made her get her associates.  What if she didn't get married.  She have a plan B.  But her plan B was a simple plan.  One she could provide for herself with, but can also walk away from when and if the time came.

She did get married.  And worked in a law firm until the moment she had her first child.

She is now a mommy to 3 boys and yes, she does work from home, in a very important job to her, but knows when to scale back. Because her boys are the future of the Faith.

I look at my littles.  Oh how they love GOD in their child like faith.  May I nurture that and not the world.

Anyway.  Here is a video.  I imagine it is not popular, for the message flies in the face of 2016.  But I pray it stays in my heart and becomes a reality to many.

As she lays dying, I doubt she has many regrets if this was her heart beat.

To GOD be the glory great things HE has done.

Seek HIM.  Deeply.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

I need to come back.

Last night, at the mission class I teach, we got to talking about blogs.

I mentioned I had one for years, but have neglected it.  And I became sad about it.  Because really, when I look back I remember good things.  Hard things.  Fun things. crazy things.

Which is kind of cool since my memory is shot.

Moving on.

SO, we are expecting a snowstorm this weekend.  Which is super awesome since we are going into the city for the weekend for our anniversary.


Excuse my sarcasm.

John asked me last night why it always snows on our anniversary.  It probably has everything to do with the fact that we got married in January.  That's my guess.  I mean, when we got married in church, people were coming in with their goulashes, 1/2 hour late, shaking snow off themselves, trying to calm their nerves.

That was a clue.

That being said, I never mentioned on here for our anniversary last year we went to Iceland.

That's right, no tropics in the winter for us.  Lets go someplace where the very name is all about freezing your butt off.


I would do it again.  It was so stunning and beautiful.  If you love nature and love the outdoors, may I suggest you try to get out there.

If you love shopping, architecture, choices up the wazoo, well then this is not the place for you.

And we saw the Northern Lights.  They made me cry at the wonder and miracle of it.

Oh how I loved it.

This year, midtown NYC.

What does one do in NYC during a snowstorm? When you've been in the city and done it all already?

I wanted to go Lancaster.  He said no.  I guess it was a good thing since we wouldn't have been able to drive out there.  But we have gone to Lancaster in a snow storm.  but about 20 years ago.

But we are older and wiser now.  Whatever, fine.  We are older.

You know what?  I am going to enjoy just being with him.

And that's enough.

Even if we are stuck in our B&B.  Yes there is a B&B in midtown Manhattan.  Who knew?

So.  Check this out.  Weird how they look almost the same age.  But they are 10 years apart.

Yes the son got older and taller.

And a little nicer.

And the daughter has 3 sons.

Who are so precious, they are worth their weight in gold.

Check out the twins on Christmas morning.

No, I do not make them dress the same.

They beg for it.  ALL THE TIME.

They have very few outfits that are the same, they are the special treasured outfits.  lol

And they are still the joy and delight they have always been.

OK.  I can't catch up on everything. This way I will be inspired to write more often.

In theory.

GOD is good.  Seek HIM.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Frustrated thoughts

I am always amazed at our hypocrisy.

I don't know why.  One of my favorite quotes is from one of my heroes, Ruth Bell Graham.  In inviting her gardener every week to join her in going to church, he finally said, "Miss Ruth, I don't want to go to someplace that is full of hypocrites."  To which she responded, without skipping a beat, " Well, there is always room for one more!!"

Yup, I am going to talk about a Duggar.

Not Josh.  Enough people are talking about Josh.  Rightfully so.

But now, I can't turn the computer on without hearing about what Anna is going to do.

Here in lies me frustration with hypocrisy.

See, in one of the many things I have read, this one made me want to kick something.  I am not a kick something type of person, so this alone should tell you more than you need to know.

This was written by a woman.  

She said, it was a shame that Anna was uneducated enough to not have the option to leave her husband, as she was homeschooled.  She won't leave him because of her faith.  She won't leave him because she probably can't stand on her own.  She won't leave him because she does not have the support system in place to do so.

(Side note, her siblings have pulled together to support and help her should she leave him, as they are hoping she will do. One of her sisters, Rachel, is going through her own divorce right now.)

At first that was laughable.  Until I started thinking about it some more, as many people I am sure read this.

This is the thought of many regular non Christian people, and having this written by a Christian proves their point.


Here in lies the hypocrisy.

There is this woman.  Quite famous by any standard.  Her name is Hillary Clinton.

I am not a Hillary Clinton fan.  Even if you stretch your imagination all the way around the world, I still can't pull off liking her for any reason.  

Still, people, let's look at the list.

No right support system.
Can't stand on her own.

OK.  We'll take the ultimate feminazi, who has all those things and more. Evidently.

She is educated, has no faith to keep her with her husband, she can 'stand on her own', she has a support system, and her husband is gross to the umpth degrees.

She is a disaster.  BUT, where are the people telling her she is a loser for staying with her skank husband!?!?!

Seriously people.

You are so crazy hypocritical, you make us Christians look 1/2 decent!

Personally, I think Anna should...you know what?  Who cares what I think?!? I have never walked in her shoes, I don't look at into her children's eyes, kiss their precious heads, I don't stare and weep into the darkness of the night, tormented, humiliated and destroyed, wake up, and still live this nightmare.  I am not known publicly and have the weight of my decision be judged by millions who had their own opinions.  Who think they know what is best for her.  

Yes, dear woman.  Cling to HIM.  It is all you have.  One day, you will discover it is all you need.   In its rawest, truest form. 

My prayers are constantly going for your heart.  I can't even imagine. Quite frankly, I don't want to.

My heartache for you is real, though I can't empathize, I can sympathize. 

My prayers are for your children.  I can't imagine having them live through this.  Quite frankly, I don't want to. 

Don't worry about the hypocrites.  It is easier to gossip, make judgements and point and laugh, than to look in the mirror and see what ugliness lies there.  So we cover the mirror and look at ways to pile bricks on the hurting.  

Dear woman.  May HIS grace be on you.

May you know HIS presence.

I know too many people who had horrible moments and turned from HIM, blame HIM, hate HIM.

And every single one of them is miserable, bitter and lonely.

I hope for you.  

Nothing matters more than your relationship with HIM.  Even if its hanging by a thread, don't cut that thread.  It is your lifeline.

It is our lifeline.

HE is faithful.  To the point of death. HE is faithful.

Life is hard.  Life is beautiful.  GOD is good.  All the time.