Winter Oh Winter
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
It is so beautiful outside. But boy oh boy has it been cold.
Baker Boy baked Cin buns......yesterday
Prayer Shawl Circle today, there has been over 165 prayer shawls given out now in a year and a half. God is Good...........all the time.
We crochet and knit even quilt lap blankets. They are all special and wonderful.
My thoughts are on the women in Rogers City who has lost her husband and all four of her children in a tragic home fire. Cannot even imagine.......going to send her a prayer shawl today. May God be with her and give her peace.............
Baker Boy baked Cin buns......yesterday
Prayer Shawl Circle today, there has been over 165 prayer shawls given out now in a year and a half. God is Good...........all the time.
We crochet and knit even quilt lap blankets. They are all special and wonderful.
My thoughts are on the women in Rogers City who has lost her husband and all four of her children in a tragic home fire. Cannot even imagine.......going to send her a prayer shawl today. May God be with her and give her peace.............
Tony and his fish in cabos san lucas
Happy New Year ...........This is going to be a great year.
It is sure cold in da UP.....and lots and lots of snow.........I hope it melts by July. JK (just kidding) It has been below zero......but we have had lots and lots of sun.........
We are getting a new Internet connection today. Going with Charter. They gave us a promo excellent deal for six months. So we are kinda excited about that.
BB is on his computer a lot more than one would have thought. He is loving it. Thanks Brother Ron....... He has a great brother. (He is pretty funny too) we always have a great time when he comes up here.
Boy the weeks are just flying by.........soon there will be coffee on the front porch. YIPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
God is good.............................all the time......
OLD AGE
This came today in my email from my good friend Marlene..........thanks Marlene
Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avant garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too, will get old.I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when some body's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avant garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too, will get old.I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when some body's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
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posted by Missy | January 23, 2008
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