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October 8, 2009
Nine-tenths of wisdom is appreciation. Go find somebody’s hand and squeeze it … while there is still time. Dale Dauten
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Rest Assured
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“I love sleep because it is both pleasant and safe to use.” Fran Leibowitz
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Enjoy the Little Things
October 6, Evening Tidbit
Learn to enjoy little things—there are so many of them
Pray Without Ceasing
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How are we to fulfill our Lord’s injunction, “that men out always to pray, and not to faint”? By the heart’s prayer which consists in a constant habitual love of God, trusting Him, submitting in all things to His will; and by giving a never failing heed to His voice, as heard within the conscience. Jean Nicolas Grou
Great Possessions
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Oh, how great peace and quieetness would he possess who should cut off all vain anxiety and place all his confidence in God. Thomas A. Kempie
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My Birthday Gift
I have tried out spinning wheels at a few different stores and also when I took a class from Lizette of Spinglitz. The one that I liked the most was the Mach 1 by Spinolution. It was sturdy and solid enough that it wouldn’t walk away from me, it was a double treadle and the treadles were comfortably set apart. I also liked that it had been designed and made in California. So after much deliberation, I decided to get myself one. But they had come out with the Mach 2 – which was the Mach 1 but with some upgrades. The Mach 1 was not available anymore – so it would be the Mach 2. I ordered my wheel from Lizette of Spinglitz (dealer). And two weeks later, I got a call saying she had received my wheel. So I drove up to El Dorado Hills and came home with my Mach 2 and some “birthday fiber”.
And so the began t
he learning a new tool, playing with fiber – and seeing what I could create. I have learned that I can make a tangled mess faster w
ith a spinning wheel than with a spindle. But I can also create some pretty neat yarn faster also. Using my “birthday fiber” I spun it up and navaho plied it, ending up with about 75 yards of about a worsted weight of yarn. It is fun seeing the colors come together. I am thankful to be able to learn new skills and to have been able to get this wheel.
Hope with all your Heart
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October 3, 2009
Either there is a God supremely good. One whom His children may love and trust to the very uttermost point without the slightest fear of the reality falling short of the heart’s desire, or else there is no God, no love, no forgiveness, no redress. God is wholly good, if good at all, and those who hope in Him will be wiser if they hope with all their hearts than if they hope with only half their hearts. William E. Huntington
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Obedience and Peace
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October 1, 2009
It has been well remarked, It is not said that after keeping God’s commandments, but in keeping them there is great reward. God has linked these two things together, and no man can separate them—
obedience and peace. F. W. Robertsom
September 19, Evening tidbit
You are what you eat. So if you eat chocolate, you’re smooth, sweet, loved and maybe a little nuts.
September 11, Essay Hug, Love, Live
2Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
The simple question continues to echo through my mind hours later.
“What is it, Mommy?” my nine-year-old daughter, Katherine, asked. “What
is it that makes some people do something so awful! What is it?”
The day was dawning as she questioned me. We were standing in
our front yard, the sky turning from grey to blue as we prepared
to take her to school. She looked up at me, her deep blue eyes
round, her innocent face expectantly waiting for an answer. Her
expression said “Mommy will know the answer. My Mommy can
take care of anything.”
I paused, looking towards the sky. The same sky that had just
carried passenger planes turned weapons of destruction plowing
into American targets. Targets I had seen personally. Targets I
could remember being built as a child in New Jersey. Targets that
are visual icons of New York and Washington, DC.
“Fear. Hatred. Misunderstanding. And the desire to keep people in
fear, hatred and misunderstanding.” I looked at my daughter, who
at nine is wise beyond her years. She was slowly nodding. I
continued: “People know if you are afraid, you can not feel love.
If you can not feel love, you can not feel peace. These people do
not want us to feel peace or love. They want to control us. We
won’t let them do that, though, will we?”
In a very short conversation, Katherine had brought my resolve
firmly back to me. She reminded me of a very important lesson
that lives deep within me. In the moments after I heard of the
devastation that was occurring so close to where I had grown
up, I was frightened to the point of near hysteria. I paced,
frantically worried about my children, my friends, my safety, my
country, my world.
Katherine reminded me that I could not feel fear AND feel love
at the same time. As I listened to reports from survivors, I heard
gratitude in their words. I heard an unusual peace. I heard light
among the tragedy.
We can love as we grieve the senseless loss of so many lives. We
can love as we pray. We can love as we donate time, blood and
money to the Red Cross and other charitable organizations. We
can love as we talk to complete strangers as we sort out our own
feelings about the tragedy. We can love as we hug our children,
friends and neighbors. We can love as we take an extra moment
to simply feel grateful for each breath. For each moment. For each
person whose lives we touch positively. We can love as we put
one foot in front of the other. We can love as we choose to trust.
We can love as we serve our fellow world citizens.
Later this afternoon I was with Emma, my four year old daughter at
the park. She came to me and I gave her a big hug. She looked at
me and stated simply: “A plane flew into a building. Lots of people
died. Lets talk about it”.
So we did. Plainly and with the vocabulary of a preschooler we
talked about what had taken place in New York City. She went
back to playing.
She returned to me and said, “Mommy, give me a nice big hug so
the bad guys can’t get me.”
So I did. Hug. Love. Keep the bad guys away. And when the bad
guys come anyway remember to hug. To Love. To trust. To feel
peace deep within you.
Hug. Love. Live.
July 07, 2005 Julie Jordan Scott
Thoughts of Grace 