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A Great Quote...

"The task ahead of you is never as great 
as the power behind you."

Hope you all have a great weekend. 

I could use your prayers.

Thank you.  

A new follower of mine, Shay, posted this cute Q & A 
on her blog a few weeks ago.  
I thought I'd play along. 

When is the last time you we're surprised?

About a month ago.  
The Colonel ordered a book for me that he had seen years ago in 
one of our favorite book stores.  
He could only find it used, but it was such a sweet surprise.  

If you were granted one wish right now, what would it be?
Should I do the politically correct thing and ask for world peace?  
I really would love to be 20 pounds thinner.  

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with and what was it about?

The Colonel.  
And our "deep conversation" probably was about music and my piano playing.  
A lot going on there.  

Is there a certain moment that you can replay in your head perfectly? 
Don't want to go into detail.  
Has to do with my father.  

You never know what you have till you lose it. True or false? 


Three thing's your scared of? 

Only three?  Where shall I begin?  
Terrified of something happening to the Colonel and my children.
My daughter driving to school.
Believe it or not, I'm terrified of the drive to her school.  
It's about 30 minutes away and the road clings to the mountain.  
My mother loves the view.  
I'm too terrified to take my eyes off the road to notice ANYTHING.   
Anytime I have to make the drive, I always take someone with me...
Usually my mother so she can enjoy the view.

What is your favorite season, and why? 

The colors are spectacular.  
I'm continually amazed that God could have had everything just die and turn brown and ugly, but HE chose to make the process beautiful.
What is something you can't do, but have always wanted to?

Okay, here's something only people with curly hair will understand...
I've always wanted to be able to pull my hair back in a ponytail!

What is the most memorable thing that has happened this year? 

Taking on our latest house project.  
It might turn into one of the three things I'm afraid of. 
I promise to post pictures soon!
What states/country's have you lived in, and where do you want to retire? 

I was born and raised in Queens, New York and still consider myself a New Yorker.   
Attended college in Missouri.  
Lived on Ft. Benning, Georgia for 5 months.  
Lived in New Jersey for 11 years and now live in Pennsylvania.  
I really enjoy our house and couldn't think of living anywhere else!

Well I hope this didn't bore you too much!

Join the fun.  Let me know if you do!


Busy, busy, busy...

I know WE'RE all busy. 

Work has been wonderfully busy. 

I know some of you might say, "Wonderfully?" 

 I'm grateful for the work. 

Grateful to be able to bring a little extra income into our household 
and not have to leave the house!

Michael is doing much better. 

But then again he always does good while he's on an antibiotic.

He went for blood work on Friday. 

Everything came back PERFECT.

We went back to the specialist on Friday as well.

He wants Michael to take allergy medicine in addition to his antibiotic. 

I've heard from quite a few people that have been struggling with a lingering cough.

I know everything will work out.  

I know he'll be okay. 

Enjoy your day!

Thank You!

I cannot begin to tell you how surprised I was with all the 
wonderful comments 
you all left for me here yesterday.  

I was overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and prayers for my son.

We went to the doctor yesterday and they did a flu test on him which came back negative.  

Sort of glad about that.

Sort of not.

Would have just loved an answer to what is going on in his body.

The doctor said it's the same upper respiratory infection he's had since 
Labor Day.  

Same cough.

More antibiotics.

Michael is going for blood work today. 

He has an appointment this afternoon with the specialist he saw 2 weeks ago. 

Thank you for praying for him.  

Enjoy your weekend!

Sick, sick, sick...


He's sick.
He's been sick since Labor Day.
He came down with a typical upper respiratory infection over Labor Day weekend.

Which then went into bronchitis.

Which left behind a terrible, annoying cough.

He has been on some sort of antibiotic since Labor Day.
We went back to the doctor 2 weeks ago for the same thing...the cough.

The doctor thought maybe it was a slight case of asthma.
So off to a specialist...who runs all these tests and thankfully determines it's not asthma.

Another 2 weeks of antibiotics and guess what?

He comes home sick from school Tuesday.  

He tells me 90 kids in his school are out sick.

90 Kids.  
It's not that big of a school.  

He laid on the couch for the rest of the day and then around 8:00 started throwing up.  

I couldn't get an appointment with the doctor yesterday.
They're booked solid.
Something's going around. 


I have an appointment for him this morning with the doctor.

If you can, please say a prayer.  
I hate to see him sick.    

This is one of my favorite pictures of Michael with his Opa.  
If my dad was still alive he'd be over here sitting with Michael on the couch 
watching TV with him.
 And Michael would love it.  


Apple Picking...

Last Monday, we did something I said I would never do again...

Apple Picking.  

The last time we went was five years ago.
It was 90 degrees.
The Colonel was working.
I had to carry two huge bags of apples.
The kids were no help.
I had a miserable time. 

But life goes on and a certain somebody asked to go again...

Beautiful farm...
Beautiful mums...
Beautiful barn...
Beautiful red and green apples...
Beautiful Colonel...

Beautiful Son...
Beautiful friends and a great mom...
This time it was PERFECT.
The Colonel was home.
The weather was beautiful.
And I didn't have to carry the boxes of apples.  
I had the best time. 
Well, except for the bus ride to get to the orchard, but I won't go there, okay?
I can't wait to go again next year!

Do Not Adjust Your Calendars...

Yes, I know it's only October...
But this is what happened here yesterday.  

You can't read the sign in my mum plant. 
It says, "Welcome Fall." 
It really does look pretty... 
My scarecrow looks really cold...
The view from the front porch.  
And to think I still haven't purchased any pumpkins yet!  
Maybe I should forget the pumpkins and just put up the Christmas lights this weekend! 

Enjoy your weekend!

A Repeat, But Worth It!

Only Great Minds can read this. 

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Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can. 
i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht 
I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod 
are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit 
pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed i t whotuit a pboerlm. 
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the 
wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! 
if you can raed tihs forwrad it.

Let me know if you could read it!

And, of course, I was able to read it all...
I have a GREAT MIND!


Would You Be Willing??

 I think I'm just an ordinary person.
Living an ordinary life.

Can God really use an ordinary person to reach others for Him?

If you've ever felt like me, please take the time to read the following story...

"Edward Kimble and the Shoe Salesman."

It was July 1, 1885 when Edward Kimble felt the tugging of the Spirit 
to share his faith with a young shoe salesman he knew. 

At first Kimble vacillated, unsure if he should talk to the man.
But he finally mustered his courage and went into the shoe store. 
There Kimble found the salesman in the back room stocking shoes, 
and he began to share his faith with him. 

As a result, the young shoe salesman prayed and received Jesus Christ that day. 
That shoe salesman's name was Dwight L. Moody, 
and he became the greatest evangelists of his generation.

But the story doesn't end there. 
Several years later a pastor and well-known author by the name of 
Frederick B. Meyer heard Moody preach. 
Meyer was so deeply stirred by Moody's preaching that he himself 
embarked on a far-reaching evangelistic ministry. 

Once when Meyer was preaching, a college student named 
Wilbur Chapman accepted Christ as a result of his presentation of the gospel. 
Chapman later employed a baseball player to help him prepare 
to conduct an evangelistic crusade. 

That ballplayer, who later became a powerful evangelist himself, 
was Billy Sunday.

In 1924 a group of businessmen invited Billy Sunday to hold an evangelistic campaign in Charlotte, North Carolina, which resulted in many people coming to Christ. 
Out of that revival meeting a group of men formed a men's prayer group to pray for the world.

 They prayed for Charlotte to have another great revival. 

God sent another evangelist named Mordecai Hamm. 
Hamm went to Charlotte in 1934 to hold a crusade. 
Ham's crusade went well, even though it did not have many converts.
On one of the last nights under the big tent one tall, lanky young man 
walked up the aisle to receive Christ. 

That man's name was Billy Graham.

Talk about a chain of events!
And it all started with an ordinary Christian named
 Edward Kimble, 
who reached D.L. Moody, 
who reached Wilbur Chapman, 
who reached Billy Sunday, 
who reached Mordecai Ham, 
who reached Billy Graham. 

Look at what God has done over these many years 
because of the faithfulness of one person.

One ordinary person.

Just think of what God could do with you...


As Promised!

I know I'm a week late in getting these posted, but here they are! 

The Colonel recently had a four day weekend. 
He worked on re-staining the front porch and the milk cans and the bench 
and changing the light fixtures. 

The entrance to our house...

Our new lights...
The old ones were brass...oh the horror!

Right side of the porch steps...

Newly painted bench...

Newly painted milk cans.  
We've had these forever.  
They've been blue, cranberry and now black.  
Left side of the porch steps...

A beautiful sunrise.
This is what greets me most mornings...

Enjoy your day!
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