Friday, July 31, 2015

God is With Me...God is With Me...God is With Me...

God puts each fresh morning, each new chance of life, into our hands as a gift to see what we will do with it.

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I walked the other evening solitaire...the moon was gorgeous...I could hear Lea talking with my dad (85) over the phone... I love she hangs up her cell...We had been passing each other up on the long driveway, she talking to Daddy, me walking and contemplating, thanking God...and thinking...Praying...    God is with me, God is with me, God is with me...Just like a heart beat.

Ever since I read Ann Voskamp's blog entitled, something like...We Hear You.  I have remembered...  God is with me...God is with me... God is with me...

When my dad is not doing well...When my heart breaks because I see him, hear him sometimes ask the same question he just asked...I see his eyes not focusing...asking which grand-daughter is which because he can't see with those once beautiful blue crystal starry eyes, that Tony Curtis-look he heart breaks.  I just don't know what to do.   So I pray and say in my heart... God is with me, God is with me, God is with me.   It all frightens me soooo much.   But.  God is with me. 

Daddy is a stubborn one.  He is still insisting on living 3 hours away.  There is only so much we can do but pray for angels to help him (edit 8.1...And that justice will be served.

It still unnerves me to hear the phone ring.  I'm unnerved extremely easy these days.  But I also know...God is with me, God is with me, God is with me...

I tell my husband, I just can't take this world sometimes, that world out there.   Bad things happen too much.  Animals being mistreated, unborn babies being murdered...the abused children, the girls in other lands.  Too horrible to think of.  I tell him this as we are eating at the cool Greek restaurant in midtown amongst the trees and the joggers and all the other "cool" people.  Heh.  He tells me I know...I know...I know...I feel the same way many times.

I tell Jem about a little bird in the grocery was trapped in a high window and crying out loudly...frantically trying to get out, the shoppers were like the walking dead...They kept shopping as if they did not hear the little bird nor did they seem to notice.  I stood getting my cellophane bag and observed.  My youngest tells me the store management is trying to do something for the little bird...But the people ...No concern, no care, no ears to the walking dead.  I walked in the produce department just watching what seemed indifferent, insensitive people ignoring this poor little frantic bird, it made me sad.  

One of the most attractive things I think in a man is when they are tender towards living things...I love to see the nightly scene of our blind dog as I place him next to Jem on the couch and Jem takes care of him...It is so sweet.  I see Jem shake his head and make a clicking noise with his mouth as it hurts his his heart he is saying it's a shame.. this precious little creature, not seeing, knowing we are his little world...  I love to see Jem as we take our evening walk in the Forest here and we run across a small turtle, ants are all over the poor thing.  Jem thinks to pick it up and put it in the pond to try to save it and remove the ants.   That is so attractive to me.

I've been reading, 'To Kill a Mockingbird', but especially the biography of Harper Lee.  'I am Scout'.  Fascinating.   In the car on our dates, I tell Jem about Harper Lee and all of the stories of she and Truman Capote, and Gregory Peck and how neato Gregory dressed like a bum to see the flavor of the little town...incognito.  It's funny, around one small town in particular, (one we now know to stay away from) you don't have to dress like a bum.  You wear matching clothing, it can be walmart clothes, it's just a look so to speak that I didn't even realize until told ... and if you have a european face, perhaps pointed features, perhaps you dare to wear faux pearls.  We are labeled.  Outsiders they say.  Prejudice is an ugly thing.  Many church-goers don't see it do they?   It's so bad I think when we can't be safe in church.  I do thank God we are seeing some nice churches in some of the other nice small towns that seem to have sweet spirits.  What is really funny and interesting is that it may be liturgical type churches that others may judge.  Ha.  

I tell Jem about 'To Kill a Mockingbird' and I play the soundtrack in our bathroom... Jem tells me about the old 'Yes' group concert (I remember hearing about 'Yes' in my art class, I was a nice kid, the clean cut artist so I had no idea who Yes was) : P... he found and 'The Wrecking Crew' band and how they did themes for the old shows and groups...we both love music but he had more of a hippy background and I am more of a geek of sorts.  We are so silly but we compliment each other.  

The other week we were in a bay town at a lovely old family Italian restaurant with seaside view...a youth group was there from a smalltown up north.   Jem had tears in his eyes because he could tell these youth had had it rough.  After our lunch we were sitting quietly on their outdoor patio under the Francis of Assisi fountain, love those gentle Francis of Assisi statues don't you?  Especially the ones with the birds...    Two of the girls from the youth group came out, one passed us up sizing us up.  One sits on the edge of the fountain looking at us but not.  The chill or perhaps rejection was apparent.  My husband asks where they are from, if they are a youth group, the girl answers 'yes' shortly looking away not making eye contact.  Jem gets it.  He quietly asks if I want to go...he walks, as I get up and throw my purse over my shoulder, I tell the girl as I motion to Jem,   

He used to play with a group called Dark Terror. 

She looks me in the eye shocked and murmurs Really?    

Yeah...He did...  I left her with a smile, with much to think about.  I hope Christ was glorified in it all.  

It's funny isn't it?  All those prejudices, but it shouldn't matter if a person played with Dark Terror and if that gives a testimony "clout".  ..Although we know Christ uses those things.  Many things are dark, many things we are saved from when we turn our hearts to Christ entirely we see were very dark.

It's almost supper time, it's just Jem and I this eve, our girls are having a girl-sister time, wedding plans are revving up by George!   Our prayer is that this upcoming fall wedding will glorify the Father.  I pray the people who are kind enough to attend will be blessed and this will be a way of saying quietly....nicely.... Please stop the insanity of keeping up with the Jones's.  Michelle and Josh are keeping things traditional and I think it will be a breath of fresh air...  May God be glorified.

I've really been enjoying evenings here in the Forest...I say to myself... Thank you Father.  I must never, take this for granted.  A Gift.

I don't have a camera yet...Bandwidth here has been troublesome.

I do hope to post pics one day again.  Please oblige.

Goodnight Loves,  amelia    God is with me, God is with me, God is with me.......................

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Up on the Roof at the Forest Cathedral...Yeah...

I love this song by James Taylor, James Taylor is my INFP "brother". ; )

When Jem and I ride down the country roads, sometimes city streets...we listen to this song.  We are up on the roof so to speak.
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When this old world starts to getting me down....and people are just too much... for me to face... ....On the roof it's Peaceful as can be...and there the world down below don't bother me....

Not only do I go up on the roof with Jem at times, but I go up on the roof with God and trade anxiety for His Peace and Company...

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(To God's Creatures:  I hate to insult you in this manner, perhaps you could teach some humans some manners so they will not be called such slang)

To make a long story short...we can go up on the Roof with God when people get to us.

Love this song, it makes me smile: Up on the Roof by James Taylor

We can go up on the Roof!  : )



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My creative projects have been a lot of sewing lately....I sew for fun, designing as I go.  Sewing is so important I think, we can create what we may not see in the stores.  Also we can add to length, necklines etc. We can use a dressy material on a simple pattern if needed.  We can re-fashion a top from a skirt etc.  We can use un-used clothing, table cloths or sheets for that matter!  I really enjoy beating the system myself.  So, sew fun!
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Creating is something we should do every day, even if only 10 minutes.  (I wish I could remember where I read that!)  ...God Creates and He likes us to Create too!  : )  

Four Favorites:

See & Sew B4957:  I only need 2 yards for this!  I use either bias tape or facings, I don't line.  I also have enough to add length!  It's a wowee pattern and flattering.   I do take in some of the ease under the armhole grading out to waist seam ever so gradually.  I also add 1/2 to 1 inch to the v-neck so no cami is needed.

Here are others you may want to check into:

* A great little top; you may sew a shorter (one yard!) 40s version (fitted at waist) or even longer tunic length:  Simplicity 8523  To make a fitted waist I take a seam down the back and go in at waist. 

* Another tunic top or dress, this is a nice one too, flattering, I sew this up in sleeveless with a modern black background 'city scene'.  Very cute top. :  Simplicity 4220

* Great pair of palazzo capris:    Simplicity It's so Easy 1186:

My favorite pair of palazoos so far are out of a Walmart twin SHEET in white!  BEAUTIFUL DRAPE.  For around $4!  You need a good drape for these palazzos to work properly I have discovered.  (I do take the middles of the legs in, every so slightly and add an inch to the top of the rear, the height being at the middle seam and grading back down to meet the side seam of the front).


God's Quickening

The other night I was getting ready for a night's rest when God spoke to my heart...He spoke to me while I was thinking of my old ob/gyn...The quiet, polite disagreements we would have on nutrition and estrogen and all the things we herbalists do and what we study...  But I was also thinking of this man's most kind heart, his godly pro-life conviction, he was like a brother at times.  He delivered Michelle, he would tell me to be careful driving home that one rainy day, he told me not to be so hard on myself when he saw me make a yuck-face because he caught me with no makeup on in the hospital one morning.  He had a settling effect on his patients.  He was just a kind person. Charity was number one.

...One of the last times I saw him in his family practice, it was that rainy day.  His son who helped in the office was in the drivers seat of their generic looking gold-colored suburban...Doc crawled in the backseat and laid down with his chisel faced handsome son at the wheel...The silhouette image of the large German man who once lettered in baseball, tiredly crawling in the backseat had stayed with me.

The other night God spoke to my heart and quickened me, strongly quickened me, specifically quickened me to look my doc friend up online and see what was up.  I did just that within minutes.

I saw his obituary...63 years old, he passed over to the other side; he has been gone for a couple of years now... I had thought of he and his wife many times, their four young men...Many grandchildren he spent time with....   I often wondered how they were doing..  His educational accolades were great but never a name dropped by this humble man.

God's quickenings are urgent, we pray immediately which I normally do, but this time it struck me in such clarity... it was just so living color to me to go see... to go check.

I don't know why the urgency was two years later...  Perhaps it was in part-answer to some things of late...I don't know...  Perhaps God was trying to show me things...

In most cases use words if necessary to get in touch with the person.

I thought of this old fashioned doctor, his old fashioned bedside manner and his sweet voice ...I had always known I could call him if I needed him.

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Life is strange like that.  It amazes me the people that can hop along, and not think much of any of it...  They treat someone passing on like they dropped their bag of chips or many times even less importantly.   Oh.  ...It's very strange to me.

My doc-friend would tell me when I was three weeks overdue...

Amelia, you may want to talk with the Man Upstairs about this...

This man has gone to be with God, I think that's a pretty big thing.   ...Don't you?


One way I can create Peace in our World, Christ's simple way is ministering to my family, not with a museum-house but with a loving home, a warm meal on the dinner table my family can count on!  Stability.  Peace.  The Love of Christ.  The real deal.   The real deal.  Let my family see me serving Christ in small ways from within.   May my home be that sweet place where the Holy Spirit will not be quenched.

Creating in the Kitchen:  Cooking
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Really.   You can make an enchilada casserole with veggie cheese and beans, green salsa etc.  You can make a bowl of beans over rice with avocado toppings etc.   Why I even made some delicious bean, quinoa, gluten free breadcrumb Italian veggie-balls yesterday!  Garlic powder and basil serve as a wonderful Italian seasoning.

Crockpot Beans.  Makes 16 cups

2 pounds raw pinto beans. (I used half red and half black-eye pea this week)

1 large onion chopped.  (I do big pieces, cut it ugly and throw it in!)

4 T. jarred minced garlic

1 T. salt

1 tsp. black pepper

2 tsp. cumin

10 c. hot water

1-2 T. olive oil

Cook til done.

You can add chili powder, paprika or whatever if you like. But the original recipe stands on it's own.



My dad is doing better thank God, he is home with a walker.  We are visiting churches in uso town, the people have a very sweet spirit there, so common sense tells us to go there for checking out churches.  Please pray for us concerning.  At our age, empty nesting in our faces, we need the Body out there.  We need sweet friends ...But not until God gives the okay.

On the Roof is the only Place I know.   Signing off from The Forest Cathedral...Let's be fearlessly authentic.     : )  amelia

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

The World Needs Better Friends and What's Up Short and Sweet. Also a word on the Duggars.

Ann Voskamp has done it again!  : )

"It was after Mare Griebe said she was done with me, that I knew."

No matter which end you are on this, this is a great article, it touched me greatly.  So glad to see some 'Mare-human-like' feelings honestly written.

I won't add to the blog,  I sure don't want to get in the way.  I do hope you too will enjoy this blog as I did.


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As my dear old dad has always said...   The more people I meet the more I love my dogs.   Ain't it the truth!  Ha!

I'm doing a little better this week, so thanking God for my blessings and praying through anxieties.  (Trying to!)  : )

So thankful Michelle is fine, I didn't write about it last week but she had a strange lump on her arm and we have found that it is fine, a great doc said so.  (A Gift).   ...Why mother's get grey though in the meantime?   Is it any wonder why the emotions of this gal were flying last week?

I have a feeling as I look back on this season of my life, an only child, two parents, divorced, both 85 years of age, four sweet daughters and hubs living in this crazed age we are in...   We also see and are discouraged by but not destroyed by nutty people full of the false kind of churchdom, or without.   You get the picture. ....I will see how the Father carried me. ...Because He is.


On the Duggars.   I miss their program greatly.  Our entire family does!  I cannot tell you the encouragment we receive from the Duggar family.  Is it because we idolize them?  No.  Do I think the Duggars are perfect?  No, of course not. Are we a.t.i.?  No, never have been, we have always believed we have the same Bible.  ...But in this day and age it is difficult to find fellowship, in this day and age of the drop of the name, Duggar even some pastors and their wives say suspiciously... "The Duggars..."  ...As they intentionally say no more.  I want to say... "Okay.  I get it."  I get it in more ways then one. ...At least I think I do.

Many people really don't like goodness do they.

As my husband so wisely said the other night...

If the Duggars were lukewarm this would not be an issue now.


Signing off from the Forest Cathedral...

This morning I saw two doe and a little spotted fawn.  It was the picture of God's Perfect Handiwork, Sweetness, and Innocence.   It was so, so precious, the mommy was galloping around in the back property near my back door... She was having the greatest time ever!   She was showing her baby how to play. A Gift to see.

Oh God help us to know and learn to play even more so...   Please help us to depend on You as You provide for us, emotionally and physically.

Good Evening Loves,   amelia from the Forest

Monday, May 18, 2015

A Bunch of Boogers and a Few Good Ones

On the Pringle family from the book, Anne of Avonlea:

...they either accept someone, and that someone is automatically integrated into the town's activities, or do not and that person is completely ignored.

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Yes, they are amongst us,  it is very difficult to focus on the precious saints when the Pringle is wishing us to be gone and showing it clearly.  Green is one of my favorite colors, but not envy.

...We think to ourselves as I do at times...  If only they knew what was going on in the theatre of my life now...  Would they behave differently?   Perhaps not, the coldness is chilling.   It is the very gall they gave to Jesus on the cross.  

You see, I've been concerned about my dad, trying so desperately to give it to the Father and leave it there.   My dad has taken another fall in the rehab center...   The entire situation has driven me to tears.  

I read in my Streams in the Desert devotional this morning...

An excerpt:

We were under great pressure, .... so that we despaired even of life ...  But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead.   2 Cor. 1: 8-9.

Pressed beyond measure; yes, pressed to great length;
Pressed so intensely, beyond my own strength;
Pressed in my body and pressed in my soul,
Pressed in my mind till the dark surges roll.
Pressure rom foes, and pressure from dear friends.
Pressure on pressure, till life nearly ends.

Pressed into knowing no helper but God,
Pressed into loving His staff and His rod.
Pressed into liberty where nothing clings;
Pressed int o faith for impossible things.
Pressed into living my life for the Lord,
Pressed into living a Christ-life outpoured.

It's a good devotional this morning if you read that particular devotional.  You can receive them by email as well.  The emailed ones seem a bit more contemporary then my hardcopy, so I prefer my hardcopy, but some may enjoy the convenience online.    Streams in the Desert.

I hear such a sweet song this morning...  Listen to the words and enjoy, I heard this yesterday after arriving home...It made me smile.

Yeah... It made me smile yesterday, only God knew how I needed to smile!

It seems sometimes when we do visit a church no matter how great the sermon and how kind the pastor is, there are always those boogers.   My daughters arriving from a burb-church, and I were discussing in the kitchen a most unfortunate, immature person in a church.  A Pringle.  

She's a booger!  I said, a bad one!  She looked at me with such anger as if she just wanted me gone!  She was so angry that she was oblivious or didn't even care that I was smiling at her!    But then there are those sweet ones...those good ones... 

Lea thoughtfully says...Yea, it's kind of like human kind in general...A bunch of boogers and a few good ones. 

Marianna:  It's everywhere we go isn't it?  Even in so many churches... A bunch of boogers and a few good ones.  

Pringles.  Forward snobbery, reverse snobbery.  Insecurities that equal hurt to others.  Pringles.  .... And it sure isn't Christ.

So correct.   So correct.

Yesterday hubs and I went to USO-Town after I dried my tears of concern over my dad coupled with a misunderstanding in the car...Coupled with the boogers, coupled with mixed feelings because after all... There are a few good ones there.   I had stood in church as it closed watching my tears plop down...hoping it wouldn't be noticeable, hoping my mascara would behave.  I felt like someone had taken their finger out of the dike and the water works were not going to stop.  It was a culmination of everything.  Just everything!
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After the service as we drive I sense the change of atmosphere in townships as I silently watch out the car window..

We are upon USO-Town.  They even have a charming buff-colored period old 40's brick USO activity building for the WWII servicemen.  A long lost cousin of my mine has a pharmacy there, a friendly man with striking blue eyes.  He knows all the elderly by name as they come into the pharmacy.

Hubs and I adore this town.

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Now you must know...USO-Town is one of the most polite if not *the* most polite towns I have ever seen.    It's very interesting the various spiritual entities over various towns and areas.   This is a *good* one.

We arrive at the restaurant greatness and see an old friend exiting the restaurant and he tells us..."Did you know?

I have cancer.  ...The people at my church are really nice, y'all need to come visit.  They've already made a list of people to take me to M.D. Anderson for treatments.   They'are really nice..."  

So precious.  Les is form the burbs where we are from, it seems both our families landed out this way to live a simple life... We taught the Sunday school class he and his wife attended back in the burbs...

I've always noticed Les's humility, the son of an elderly Assembly of God pastor.  Les and his wife adopted a precious little boy after they raised kids of their own, I remember just as it was yesterday, the sweet chubby fists of that baby-boy who grabbed my pearl necklace, breaking it as beads bounced over the gym flooor, seeing Les's wife's horrified face...I yell!  Don't worry it's dollar store!  (It was funny)  The good thing about cheap jewelry, even if you really like it and in my case had taken good care of that cheap necklace for years... it looked good by George...Hey.  It's (say it with me)  Dollar Store!  *big smile*

This precious baby has grown into Les's running buddy.

Perhaps it is Les who should have taught the Sunday school class?   Yes Les, we just may take you up on your invite dear one.

We see our precious chinese friend, she and her sweet husband own the restaurant.  They are a darling young couple.   We've befriended them and enjoy their friendship of sorts although brief in conversations.   We've taken a liking to each other.  I had noticed she was not herself yesterday...    She tells me through tears of her own, "My mother called from China, she has a tumor in her pancreas, I'll be gone for a month to visit her..."

I tell her Jesus is already there with her.  We will pray, I touch her arm, I think touch is important.  This woman is so precious, she nods through tears.  I'm thinking..

We all have problems dont' we?  Some are much, much more severe then others.  Oh God help us to support one another!   And the support comes in strange places at times doesn't it?   The Church is everywhere.

...And I have to remind myself of what I told Jessie, the precious young chinese woman...  Jesus is already with me too!

That is what Elisabeth Elliot wrote me once when I was expecting our youngest, Rebecca and on bedrest with some complications.   I still have that little postcard she wrote, I have several from her.

I wonder if Elisabeth Elliot's daughter feels as I do sometimes now that her mother is growing older and ill?

This is a photo of of several of our daughters; Rebecca, Lea and Marianna with Elisabeth Elliot and her precious, precious husband, Lars this photo is from a couple of years ago.  I think Michelle must have taken this particular pic.

I will close now, just wanted to share some thoughts and food for more thoughts here this morning.

I do hope you are having a sweet morning Loves,  we must be the *Good Ones*.  We might have to stand alone (kneel alone) in order to do so.  I hope this blog will be a place to come and be encouraged and share.   You are not alone.   Our reward may be in Heaven.  God sees all and knows all. That goes as a double reminder for me.   ~amelia, the last child in the woods...

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Smile Into the Fear

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Sharing a video this morning of a most beautiful song that Jem, (hubs) and I have grown rather fond of lately, we listen to this song in the car on our dates, the words are so exact and encouraging to my heart...    Brave.

You want to run away and you say it can't be so...When you stand up and open your hand...

In the face of what I don't understand...

a reason to be brave..

We love music, I've played in the past, and Jem is a musician besides being a real estate broker in oldtown...  In our home, music is a big deal.

This is such a great season of life.  Life!   But then when I see my dad and how his health is going...his choices...   I must face what I don't understand.  ... A reason to be brave.  Hold on ...Time carries on...

I hope you too are blessed by this fantastic's an old one but just as new to my heart today.

I love the symphony in this video, it gives me such a rush.  ....The female musician with the big blonde curly hair is so great.  I'm wearing my hair big and curly these days.   Putting on my Stevie Nicks. : )   I like it, it's natural and it's me I'm finding... It's a nice feeling I do believe.

The composer in the video..He is composing with such fervor, such preciseness...such care.   He reminds me of our Father, the Director of our Lives.  The musicians watch His every move...  His every quake and expression.  

Heard an interview of Josh Groban the other afternoon, did you know he was bullied in school?  He seemed quite humble actually in this interview, I'm glad I was able to see and hear it, he was not mister perfect at all, just a nice guy attractive in his imperfections and realness.

The other morning I was praying, so worn out from a long wearing drive to visit my father in rehab.  I was sitting on the Father's lap so to speak and He reminded me of the little, sweet books I would read when I was a wee little girl as an only child, my quiet life, listening to the birds outside of my bedroom...the beautiful watercolor paintings in the books...and the Father reminded me...

You are still that Child to me...   I see it all....   I will take care of things.   Don't you worry.  
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Oh those words have helped me immensely!


People will always let us down but the Father won't.

In the meantime, I am enjoying planning this wonderful wedding for our daughter and *adorable* son-in-love.    Wow.  What a blessing this crossing of paths is.

I've always remembered the scripture in Isaiah that says in (my words)   The people will stand back and say:

"Look what God has done!"

And truly when I see these two young lives meeting, I say... Look what God has done!

I read this quote this morning on my kitchen flip calendar:

"Every day we live is a priceless gift of God, loaded with possibilities to learn something new, to gain fresh insights."
   ~Dale Evans Rogers

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So many insights, everyday is loaded with them.  : )

God will whisper if we will listen and *hear*...   Isn't that right?

Have a sweet day Loves,    ~Amelia, the veteran homeschool mom, getting to know myself and God even more so in my 50s.   The Last Child in the Woods...

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Confession: I'm a Worry Wart and Sweet Movie, 'One Foot in Heaven' (1941)

Yes, that is my dad above.  Handsome guy he still is at the age of 85, Mother is pretty too at the same age, after all they were born two days apart.  Yeah... Two Seabrook kids that liked each other since elementary school. Now divorced but friends. Life is like that for many of us, it's the fellowship of brokeness. .... Dad would suffer heartache as a little blonde headed boy...  His mother who I am named after passed a way when he was only ten.  Then he was off to a private military school, never a complaint.  I have a shoebox of his letters written back home.  Precious.

He took a fall.  He's in rehab.  I've had the flu and couldn't go visit him.  I'm an only child so it's a lot for me when anything at all happens, it always has been.  He's three hours away.

Lea and Mar took a drive to see Grampy...  took yellow tulips and a darling balloon to him that he adored.  From what I am understanding Lea was a case all the way there driving.  I would have been too..  It's been un-nerving.  He took a fall and because of blood thinners, he was bleeding internally.  When I learned he received blood I suspected it was the blood thinner that was the culprit.

I confess.  Not only am I one of those Highly Sensitive People (read the book if you like, it explains the way we are wired, a gift actually in many circumstances.)  I'm an INFP personality.   So magnify that and multiply that and you have quite an artful worry wart.  Yep, I'm a chief worry wart, I even worry about my mom being a worry wart and making me worry even more...   I worry and think about everything that can go wrong when stuff like this happens. On some things I'm the rock of Gibralter but medical things... I confess.  I fall apart.  I could have done something in the medical profession, medicine is common in the German side of our family, my Italian uncle trained to be a vet  until life through a curve ball at him...but for me, I don't think I could have taken certain aspects in that field.

My husband has tried to help me, he tells me it's sin to worry, he gives me scripture verses (in a nice way of course)... Yeah.. I know.  But you must realize ...   Oh we have all grown up so differently.  My parents were cautious on many things.   My dad's brother, ten years his senior went to Rice, a drama major, the apple of his dad's eye at 6'3".  He died at 23 of cancer.  Cancer caused by something that shouldn't have been.  I have his dress gloves, I have his bank book and fraternity book filled with manners back then... Yes.  Manners.  ....My dad wouldn't even let my mom use silver knobs on an add-on additon bathroom to our home.  Why?  He said it reminded him of a hospital.  His last memory of his was his sweet mother in the hospital that Christmas season shaking him asking him "Who are you?"  She had been poisoned by the treatment typically given back then in the 30s.

Okay.  Maybe this explains the blogging lapse.  The flu.  My dad took a fall.  I'm fighting discouragement.   One other reason I am fighting discouragement because through planning this wedding I see how sickening the materialism of many modern day weddings has become, the debt people incur...  Just the ideas of what people think are norm.  I will not enter into that!

I don't know about you but I blog for many reasons.  The best times I've had blogging is when I am doing just what I am doing now.  Jotting thoughts..   Not worrying about grammar etc.  My court reporter daughter would have a cow.. (I'm still better at spelling though) ; ).

Speaking of.  Mar was interning at a murder trial last week.  Did you know the court reporter is in charge of the weapon and evidence?  Mar had to carry it around with her last week from the office to the court.  I'm sure hearing details of that courtroom story has not helped my heart.  ...Oh the poor young lady.  She was a Christian so we know she is in Heaven now and her mother has since become a Christian through her daughter's Christian life here on this earth.

Enough of that but let's remember, that there is so much going on in this world... just so much.  Oh that we will be a loving, gentle Jesus to people.


We have recently been so blessed by once again an old movie!  It is soooo wonderful!  Now I am smiling.   : )   Take heart.

Here it is:

One Foot in Heaven  (1941)

The gardener is so PRECIOUS here...  He says:

"I need no friends, I have my Bible and my flowers..."

The children's choir is so beautiful.  These are the sweet things I long for.  Let's make sure and keep our children and youth used to this beauty... Surrounding them with sweetness and an atmosphere of praise.  If we give them the real deal, they will recognize the cheap counterfeit naturally as they grow older.

The movie is precious, just look what someone commented on the youtube.  Oh how true.  And the old fashioned Methodist church my daughter will marry in?   It resembles this one quite a bit.  So lovely, the same time period.

The movie is poignant and humorous at times as the pastor stands against the religious folks (shown in the clip) in more then several instances.  The pastor is so inspiring as in the beginning of the movie it shows that he leaves the new beginnings of a medical practice to become a preacher. Great movie.

May we all have sweet hearts like our precious gardener friend above.  I hope you enjoy the movie clip and will even consider viewing the entire movie with your family.

Good Evening Loves,   ~amelia

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P.S.  I have been doing a good bit of sewing lately.  I found a cute, easy carefree palazzo pants pattern.  I'm learning my style is carefree in many ways... long flowing skirts, flowing pants when I wear them.  A bit of Stevie Nicks, 40s and Victoriana mixed in.

I've made these long capris slightly taking in the ease middle leg and going back out to the full glorious eccentric width!  Here it is:  Simplicity 1186.

P.S.S.  Why do I not post pics anymore of the Forest Cathedral and our family?   I don't have a camera these days.  I do hope to get one soon.  I've been without since before winter.  I've been depending on hub's camera phone pics.   : )  

Monday, March 16, 2015

A Wedding in the Works!

'So much fun with my guy today :)'
 I hugged Josh goodbye last Sunday and laughed...

Fasten your seatbelt this is going to be a wild ride!  But it will be fun!   Ha ha!

This is our future son in love, Josh and our sweet daughter Michelle... Delle.   They were just engaged and we are just bustling with activity over here at the Forest Cathedral.  This photo was taken in front of the great church the couple will marry in this fall...this was after the service and meeting with the wedding coordinator.  We had just talked with my new friend, Amos...the precious security guard who had shown Delle and I around the previous week.  I tell Jem, "I made a new friend!"

We just love this place...right in the heart of downtown...down the street from where my husband and I were born, where my parents were married once upon a time...My husband and I have both teared in the balcony of this place and I have a feeling water works will be coming once again.  The stained glass windows of Jesus and His little Lambs shine over the city as a beacon from this place.

So far the people and leaders of this church have been very kind and we are so grateful.

The message we heard this past Sunday was *seeing*, seeing through Jesus' eyes...various things.   I do believe we Children of God receive the same memos from the Lord!  

We are so excited for Josh and Michelle and look forward to the coming year!   God has been so good to have this church open for the date, this fall.   Even the pastor at this church we love to listen to will be marrying them.  Not only the sanctuary of this church beautiful, full of history, can you imagine during the wars?  The families that wept and prayed in this place.  The hall at the church is a neat one, it has an old fashioned feel to it and I'm thinking...  There are going to be some things done a bit differently.  Classic simplicity and sweetness.  A sweet First Kiss at the altar. : )  We pray God will be glorified.

I'll be back soon, just wanted to update that little did I know when I wrote about this neat church... the homeless who sleep upon the steps and I have since learned one precious man who sleeps there is a member of this church...he watches for the other homeless there.  The church feeds the homeless people four times a week...that's the spirit of the church that my daughter and new son in love will be marrying here soon.   God sure moves in mysterious ways!

What a different way of life we have!  We have the beauty of the country and the simple life, the smalltown but yet can travel in our space capsules of sorts to downtown...both have their special characteristics.   I love both in different ways... Beautiful people in both.  ...   if we *see*.

I'll close with this cute video of Petula Clark singing "Downtown"...I used to sing this as a little girl in my cotton bathing suit with the water sprinkler above my slide with my little friends, Tina and Dina when they would come to visit their grandma across the street.   We would pretend we were in a show together!  : )           

Goodnight Loves,    ~amelia