I like my sunsets a bit more colorful with lots of clouds for interest - like this one from another evening:
This is what R's entire body looks like when we leave the beach. She is a sand magnet!
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Excuse me please...
I just have to share this sunset with my hubby. You see, he is slaving away finishing exams and I am in paradise. This is his kind of sunset!
I like my sunsets a bit more colorful with lots of clouds for interest - like this one from another evening:
This is what R's entire body looks like when we leave the beach. She is a sand magnet!
I like my sunsets a bit more colorful with lots of clouds for interest - like this one from another evening:
This is what R's entire body looks like when we leave the beach. She is a sand magnet!
Kidnapped?
I grew up in a time of innocence. I lived in a small town in the Midwest where everyone knows everyone. We lived in a modest ranch home with a small fenced backyard. Across the street was a field planted with corn and far into the distance was a wooded area.
During those idyllic times, mothers sent their children out to play after breakfast and didn’t worry about the dangers we know exist today. In my childhood home, we were sent out after breakfast and wandered in randomly for lunch. Most of the time made our own sandwich – then back out for fun in the neighborhood until dinner time. My mom was very busy during my early years with four of her five children born in five years. She was either pregnant or caring for a newborn during this time.
There were few rules – don’t play in the street, come when you're called, don’t go into the cornfield and never, ever enter the woods.
I have no recollection of the year this event occurred. I don’t associate it with anything but a carefree summer. Given what I can recall, I would say I was four or five years old.
Early one day, my younger sister and I were outside playing. Two teenage boys approached us. They were familiar but I didn’t know their names. I felt no fear thinking they were just going to pass by but before I knew it, I was hoisted upon the shoulders of the taller one and my sister on the shoulders of the shorter teen. Off we went into the forbidden cornfield and, to my horror, into the woods. We eventually reaching a little wooden shack - perhaps a clubhouse of sorts or a hunting shack. I remember cowering on the unfinished wood floor trying to comfort my sister who was sobbing hysterically.
My next memories are of being set free and the huge sense of relief. We knew we were in big trouble for going into the forbidden woods and decided to never tell a soul. We returned home where we hadn’t been missed at all.
I cared enough over the next few years to learn the names of the teens and where they lived – just blocks away. For years, I wanted to knock on their doors and tell their parents what they had done but knew that would start a chain of events that (in my immature mind) would get ME in trouble.
Was it a prank or did something sinister happen? I don’t recall and don’t want to know. Today, the event seems small and insignificant. I am safe and secure in the one Truth – the love and saving grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.
During those idyllic times, mothers sent their children out to play after breakfast and didn’t worry about the dangers we know exist today. In my childhood home, we were sent out after breakfast and wandered in randomly for lunch. Most of the time made our own sandwich – then back out for fun in the neighborhood until dinner time. My mom was very busy during my early years with four of her five children born in five years. She was either pregnant or caring for a newborn during this time.
There were few rules – don’t play in the street, come when you're called, don’t go into the cornfield and never, ever enter the woods.
I have no recollection of the year this event occurred. I don’t associate it with anything but a carefree summer. Given what I can recall, I would say I was four or five years old.
Early one day, my younger sister and I were outside playing. Two teenage boys approached us. They were familiar but I didn’t know their names. I felt no fear thinking they were just going to pass by but before I knew it, I was hoisted upon the shoulders of the taller one and my sister on the shoulders of the shorter teen. Off we went into the forbidden cornfield and, to my horror, into the woods. We eventually reaching a little wooden shack - perhaps a clubhouse of sorts or a hunting shack. I remember cowering on the unfinished wood floor trying to comfort my sister who was sobbing hysterically.
My next memories are of being set free and the huge sense of relief. We knew we were in big trouble for going into the forbidden woods and decided to never tell a soul. We returned home where we hadn’t been missed at all.
I cared enough over the next few years to learn the names of the teens and where they lived – just blocks away. For years, I wanted to knock on their doors and tell their parents what they had done but knew that would start a chain of events that (in my immature mind) would get ME in trouble.
Was it a prank or did something sinister happen? I don’t recall and don’t want to know. Today, the event seems small and insignificant. I am safe and secure in the one Truth – the love and saving grace of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
For Fun - What is Your Spiritual Type?
I ran across this (apparently old) quiz last night and decided to take it just for fun. I really don't take these kinds of quizzes to seriously. Turns out I my score was quite high - falling into the Candidate for Clergy category.
According to USA Today a candidate for clergy is:
Happy with his/her religion but searching for the right expression of it.
Have doubts about the particulars but not the Big Stuff.
Little doubt they've found the right path.
Very informed and deeply committed
6.4% of respondents fall into this category.
I wonder if my seminarian husband will find this funny?
...and no, I am not even thinking of going to seminary. I will be content to be a clergy wife!
According to USA Today a candidate for clergy is:
Happy with his/her religion but searching for the right expression of it.
Have doubts about the particulars but not the Big Stuff.
Little doubt they've found the right path.
Very informed and deeply committed
6.4% of respondents fall into this category.
I wonder if my seminarian husband will find this funny?
...and no, I am not even thinking of going to seminary. I will be content to be a clergy wife!
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Tagged...
I've been tagged by my cybertwin, Amy. I am to share 6 things about myself that few people know.
* I was kidnapped when I was five years old.
* I was one of those people who didn't have to work to get good grades - until I got to college.
* I have never been ticketed for speeding or any other moving violation. No parking tickets either!
* I always wanted a dozen children.
* I am the black sheep of my family. I was raised by parents who had one goal - creating future liberals. I endure endless grief for my beliefs when the family gathers together. In the end, the grief I endured with my family has been a blessing as I now prepare to defend the orthodox faithful in my home parish. I am stronger for the experience!
* I hate to fly. It didn't bother me until I had children. An incident over the Pacific ocean where we had to don life jackets and learn the position for ditching left me scarred for life!
If you are reading this post, consider yourself tagged!
* I was kidnapped when I was five years old.
* I was one of those people who didn't have to work to get good grades - until I got to college.
* I have never been ticketed for speeding or any other moving violation. No parking tickets either!
* I always wanted a dozen children.
* I am the black sheep of my family. I was raised by parents who had one goal - creating future liberals. I endure endless grief for my beliefs when the family gathers together. In the end, the grief I endured with my family has been a blessing as I now prepare to defend the orthodox faithful in my home parish. I am stronger for the experience!
* I hate to fly. It didn't bother me until I had children. An incident over the Pacific ocean where we had to don life jackets and learn the position for ditching left me scarred for life!
If you are reading this post, consider yourself tagged!
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