Memories Monday, December 31, 2018

While I was journaling earlier, I was reminded of what James would say on the phone when he called home. This was after his brother died, and it always made me laugh.

He would say, “Hi, Mom. This is James.” And I would always ask him, “Who else would it be?” I would get such a chuckle out of it, because I highly doubt it would be a call from his brother. And nobody else called me Mom…

It still puts a smile on my face.

What are you remembering this Monday?

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Scripture Sunday, December 30, 2018

Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.

James 5:16

What scriptures are you pondering today?

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Wellness Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Just an update. I’m up and walking…barely…with the help of my new handy dandy canes! I want to make sure I don’t injure myself, but I have to keep moving.

I don’t travel much more than to the bathroom and back to bed, but I don’t have as much pain as I did, and I’m grateful. Healing is slow, but steady.

What are you doing on your wellness Wednesday?

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Blogmas Day 24, Memories Monday, December 24, 2018

This is a Christmas gift from a dear friend. She knows I love owls. The question is what to name it.

It reminds me of my childhood. I had a zoo of stuffed animals. When I was four, my parents gave me a little stuffed puppy and took us out to dinner at a local all-you-can-eat place. It was cheap, but with one caveat. If you left anything on your plate, you had to pay a quarter. Not much by today’s standards, but a quarter could buy more than a loaf of bread in the early 1960’s.

When we got back out to the car, I had lost my little puppy, and began to cry. My dad pulled back into the parking spot, and my brother got out of the car and found it…in a puddle of water. Thus, his name was born. Puddles!

I had a stuffed bull whose name was Ferdinand, but only because my dad told me the story of Ferdinand the Friendly Bull. He was married to my prize animal…Mrs. Tiger. If it hadn’t been for my dad’s story, the bull might have been named Mr. Bull. I know. Original. Right?

So what do I name my little owl?

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Blogmas Day 22, Saturday, December 22, 2018

I went to see The Grinch with a friend about a month ago, and after the movie, we decided to check out the Michael’s that was in the same strip mall.

There I found the perfect gift for hubby! It says everything I feel in my heart for the man who does everything for me. And all he wants in return is for me to be happy.

I am.

What are you doing to share the Christmas spirit?

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