Friday, August 17, 2018

What Kind of Religion do we Have? *big smile* And Some Wonderful Things to Share!

One of our family's very favorite movies.  Sergeant York  (1941)

This is just one great scene:





After my last blog entry the movie, Sergeant York came to mind where he is talking to the Pastor played by Walter Brennan on his conversion to Christ, (another scene later on):

Pastor Pile:  
Alvin, you've got the doin' kind of religion, not the meet'n' house kind.

I can't seem to find that particular clip!

...but I found this one most touching one that never fails to give great pause and touches my heart.






Just beautiful I think.  Do you know that the part of Gracie, the sweet girlfriend and later wife of Alvin York is played by Joan Leslie?  There was another actress slated to play Gracie but what I understand is that the real Sergeant York did not want an actress who smoked, drank or cursed to play his wife.   Thus Joan Leslie one of my all-time favorite actresses played the part and what a wonderful job she did.  Look up the bio of Joan Leslie if you like, it's an interesting one.  She married a doctor she met at a hospital when she was visiting a relative, the doctor was tending her relative.  The couple later had twin girls.  Joan Leslie and her husband later built a home for unwed mothers among other wonderful charitable things.





Some churches are like the above clip, humble but beautiful, some are beautiful with greatness built by the hands of craftsmen but both churches may be saturated with the love of Christ, true hearts for Christ.    I've seen both kinds of churches and ...both kinds of religion in either.  I bet you have too.




Many churches that were once very godly have become a bit liberal in not such a good way, as in not pleasing to God, they are espousing some things that are just..not God's character nor His Truths.

I personally cannot attend a church where I sit in the balcony and peer down to see a pastor's wife who is so liberal she blocks well-meaning people who gently challenge her liberal tweets.  Yes, that happened.  It's a shame, the cathedral was one of the last of what I would call an old-fashioned more Wesleyan church.  It was one of those places that when you walked in, you could sense the Holy Spirit. I remember going in the ladies room and seeing an evangelical non-denominational Bible study book by a women's purse, people brought their Bibles, I would see precious Chinese families in the balcony that knew us from the Chinese mission in the medical center to reach out to the medical establishment from China.  It told me much as well as much as one of the older men, a most precious leader coming out to me to meet me, to make sure I was not standing alone. He stood there humbly, near my height with a sweet bald head and a subdued but oh so sweet and sincere smile.  He simply said, Hi, I'm Charlie.  It was one of the few churches that you might have a person of means sitting next to a homeless person in unity worshipping God.

So much godly history there...  Jem and I stood in the balcony of that great cathedral the first time attending and both of us had tears running down our faces.  I used to love sitting across from the stained glass window of Jesus with his lambs.  ...Because I am one of his little lambs.

My parents were married in the chapel and my daughter and son in law were married in the cathedral.  The pastor at the time, Pastor Wende was such an encouragement.  The first time I met him I was going through a tumultuous time, Marianna and Michelle were in China teaching English.  He shook my hand and said..."Thank you for that Holy Ghost smile!".  His wife seemed to be such a precious soul.  Once when our entire family walked up to the balcony on Mother's Day, she too was sitting up there with her grown children.  She smiled so sweetly, stood up and offered us their seats.  When Michelle and Josh counseled with Pastor Wende before the wedding he would look out that downtown window, hearing from God and then would speak truths to Michelle and Josh.  Michelle told me how exact he was in what he told them.  Well, one day maybe we will meet up with those sweet people and become better acquainted.  Are we just alike?  I doubt it, but I like sweet people who act like Christians should act.  ...I'm funny that way.  ; )





I have one regret about my last blog.  And that is that it was not detailed enough, I was trying to hurry and not be overly detailed and then I lacked in detail!  Aaargh. I hope I did not give a wrong impression of anything written. We can only edit so much after something is posted.   I was shocked when my husband said after reading the blog..."You aren't detailed enough."   Normally I feel too detailed.  As my dear mother has always said...It never pays to get in a hurry!  She would always say that when she would make a mistake of some kind, dropping something or getting the wrong item at the store.

So I suppose I'm needing a balance of not being in a hurry, nor over thinking things.  I want this blog to be fun to write, fun to read, insightful to write and insightful to read.  I want to live my Christian walk here.  Live the Life.

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Now for a Plot Change!



We have a wonderful thing going on!  That daughter and son in law who were married in that century-old cathedral almost several years ago?

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They are expecting a little one!  Our first grand-baby!  Yay!   This is especially a Praise the Lord because Michelle had been fighting serious health issues, showing up soon after marriage. Talk about a trial, oh those poor two young people!   My mind at times would be so saturated with everything going on I just didn't know what to think or do.  Thankfully, God in His Mercy intervened and Michelle is much better now.  Thanks be to God!  Michelle has a wonderful natural Christian doctor, Dr. Peter Osborne who you may have seen and will see on PBS.   Michelle was interviewed and filmed for one of the upcoming documentaries.

I love Josh like a son, he was there at that far away hospital when my dad was dying, he held me against his chest as I cried.  Michelle is not only a daughter but has become a sweet friend to talk to,

We are very blessed to have four precious adult daughters and two wonderfully precious sons in laws (loves).  More blogs are to come!



Sweet little Baby, we love and welcome you!



You must know, I love to sew.  I love to design clothes, I have fashion illustrations I have done.  I could (can) do them free hand and now I'm in the season I can bring them to life. I can dress the way I like and when you're middle-aged you can tell the world you got this.  Ha.

When I go to the store and see patterns and fabric it's like a child looking at the coloring books and colors!  It really does feel just like that...  Remember those times?

So I recently saw this pattern when Jem and I were in a rural town Walmart.





I thought to myself...Hmm... That would make a mighty fine maternity dress for Michelle with a little tweak.

I just happened to have some burgundy poly/cotton broadcloth on hand that I was going to make a fall skirt with but nah...I like the idea of a maternity dress for Michelle better.  So I told our other daughters that I would gladly make them something too if they would let me know.  I'm fair like that...  ; )


So here we have a new maternity dress for Michelle!  I just tweaked it a tiny bit, coming straight down on the sides below bustline and then straight out at high waist on out to the largest size.  I ended up making the hem in back one inch shorter.  Took shoulders in one inch to petite it a bit.  It's a little on the low side but next project I can fix that.  She loves camis so that will work!   This dress with pattern probably cost under $10.00 to make.




What a sweet little book...  I bought this for Michelle and read it first.  So refreshing!

There might be minute teensy micro-differences such as Mrs. White might have used vaseline and powder for diaper changes, I used Desitin, she bathed her little babies every evening, I didn't, my babies were pretty much given a mini sponge bath every time their diaper was changed!  *big smile*.  This book is steeped in sensitivity and godly wisdom.  Lovely!   It really gets to the heart of Motherhood and I love that...I wish all parents, as well as grandparents, could read this book.




In closing...A shot from the other night front my front porch...



Life is not intended to be simply a round of work, no matter how interesting and important that work may be.  A moment's pause to watch the glory of a sunrise or a sunset is soul satisfying, while a bird's song will set the steps to music all day long.

~Laura Ingalls Wilder


The wonder of our Lord is that He is so accessible to us in the common things of our lives:  the cup of water...breaking of the bread...welcoming children into our arms...fellowship over a meal...giving thanks.  A simple attitude of caring, listening, and lovingly telling the truth.

~Nancie Carmichael


God's peace...is far more wonderful than the human mind can understand.  His peace will keep your thoughts and your hearts quiet and at rest.

~Philippians 4:7



Closing with this most beautiful and annointed song....Peace to you.



I heard an airplane rumble across the sky this evening...I think of my dad.  I miss him.


Good evening, loves,      ~Amelia in the Forest

Monday, July 30, 2018

My Pharisee Meter

 This Jimmy Stewart clip reminds me of when my Pharisee meter goes off.  Ha!




It usually starts at the store or something like that.   It could happen on twitter, it could be a liberal or a conservative ...Pharisee.

It can be a liberal pastor's wife who blocks us for say, challenging her support of all things liberal although she throws a little Christianese in.  Yes, she blocked me and I was being nice.  It's nice to be nice right?   Well, apparently she is only tolerant of her brand.

It can happen in the grocery store.  Maybe it's someone from a very insider smalltown church.  Yes, unfortunately, they are there.  Baptist, Pentecostal.   They are there.



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  (EDIT) 7.31 8:34am  I feel the need to clarify that these people I am describing below are married to leaders in the church and have attended these places for years.  One of the churches, a fundamental church, that contains two of the offending women actually put a young woman out in the cold to wait for her parents to pick her up at a youth party because her skirt was too short.  The young girl was one of the youth picked up by the bus ministry.  People in that community who would send their children and youth on the church buses to the church heard and would not allow their children and youth to attend there any longer.  Who would blame them?  That's just...so sad to me, the entire situation. 

I not only have my father's sensitivity but also his sense of humor you will read here in small glimpses in this entry.

And as my cousin once had written on her facebook description...'Beware I speak the truth'.

*big smile*
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BOO

I actually had had enough once after more then several times on different occasions, coming across a reserved woman's path and she behaved as I was invisible. She cruised past me on the dish towel aisle at the dime store ...I felt very much like Jimmy Stewart above...  What did you do Mrs. Amelia?   I said  BOO as she circled around the cap of the aisle to the other side ...I did.  ....and then I smiled to myself as I was most surprised at myself!  I almost started laughing out loud!  (Think Mrs. Ingalls in one of those situations)


Yes, I know people can be rather shy and on the introverted side but can't we be a bit giving in that respect and politely say hello?  Is it that far out of our comfort zones?  Isn't it the Jesus way to say...Hello?  Many of us have had some serious stuff going on and the last thing we need is the dedicated longtime churchies to treat us as an outcast.  And trust me, I am an Anne of Green Gables i.n.f.p. personality type...I love my quiet and my imagination, but can't we say hello?  (Shrugs shoulders).

It could be the Methodist.  It can be perhaps you brought up the wrong relative's name, you know, that pharmacist cousin of yours?   You saw his wife's name (who you haven't even met for Pete's sake!) on the roll so you thought it would connect you somehow, so after that, they look at you like mean-spirited chickens staring at the new hen coming in.  (Sorry chickens, don't mean to insult you, little creatures.)  Apparently, they didn't like my cousin's wife!  Wow.


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The Gospel is summed up by loving our neighbor.  If we say we have Christ and act as we hate our neighbor how do we love God?   There are so many scriptures on showing love.  I don't understand the disconnect just as I don't understand the disconnect when people don't spend time with God who they say they love.  Maybe that is why they act in these ways?  They don't understand the character of God or know God, they are not spending time with Him, ... They just attend church?

1 John 4:20


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Years ago...

  Mike

Mike was quite a guy. Years ago, my Realtor husband would help him with his real estate needs and Jem always said...If Mike ever gives his life to God he is going to be dangerous.  (in a good way).  You would have had to know Mike.  The man was older and has gone to be with God, but he was a stereotype Italian type city guy, a wheeler-dealer.  He was Ukrainian but reminded me of a big-city Italian guy.

What happened?  One day Mike gave his life to God.  Fully.

Jem and I had always talked to him off and on, I remember gently debating him on pro-life issues as I was pregnant with our third little baby.

Sure enough, Mike was true-blue.  He was very sold out to God.  The only way right?  He told Jem then in his New York accent on visiting churches...I can tell the churches that are real.  One thing can tell me.  If they have love.

I think of Mike often.  The year before last I made sure to send him a Christmas card first, instead of answering his.  He sent one back to us with a precious message to us and words reminding to always seek God the Father.

He passed away shortly after.

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I really felt I needed to write this Friends, I think most of those if not all who read this so understand and if not?  I grimace because it could be that they may be an offender or they are very comfortable for various reasons.




Just last week my meter was going off at the store once again, the grocery store.  I purposely made direct eye contact with one of the ladies I'd met in a smalltown church after noticing her repeated disengagement in the garden of produce and approaching the valley of chilled eggs....  ; )    I said hello.  She grabbed the bar of her cart and said by rote, Hello, how are you, as she strode off hurriedly.

My meter went off...I said...Fine.  Thanks for asking.  Heh.  The lady was already quite a bit a way from me by the time I said Thanks for asking!  Lea, our oldest daughter was with me.  I told Lea ...See what I mean?  

I'm so sorry Lea said.  Lea knows I'm very done with this type of thing.  Just very done.  I've gotten used to certain circles behaving this way.  I remember when I was a little thing in ballet, the other moms, the catty ones...  Jem always reminds...Proverbs says Jealousy who can stand against it?


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  The past several years were so very difficult with my dad, I was feeling so estranged from him, when I did speak with him he would hurt me with his words and then he would call Lea behaving as if he was dying, Lea begging him to push the emergency button. I remember once leaving for church so distraught.  The people he was trusting and calling friends were taking advantage of him and turning his heart against us.  It was a horrible situation and I will be writing more so others will be warned.


That morning the people in the USO town church wouldn't even shake our hands at the greeting time (it was that hen effect).  When I needed the Church. (uppercase 'C')   I would usually leave a church (lower case 'c') in tears feeling like an outsider.  The only church that has ministered to me in the last several years was in downtown where my parents were married, you could feel Christ in that century-old cathedral, but sadly it now has a rather liberal group of leaders.  So grievous to me, it's another loss for me in this horrible culture.  I will be back there one day though.  They are in my prayers as are all the churches in our country.


Back to God's Children, the little sparrows looking through the window...

Cliques, insider-outsider mentality can be a very ugly thing.  People who may be new are staring through the windows.  It can be a church, it can be a family a new person married into.  It can be schools and *gasp* homeschool groups.  Sometimes we think the kids are behaving rudely and all we have to do is look at the mothers or fathers many times.

I told Lea, I'm not bitter at all, that doesn't do any good at all, bitterness only hurts us... But I do have their number.  (It's a good thing I grew up as an only child and am used to standing and discerning on my own.) : )  It is refreshing to stand alone at times in Christ.  We know He sends fellowship as He sees fit! : )


Pharisee Meter

*a smile*


I'll close with some sweet photos.

This is my precious sparrow friend.  I call him little Muffie like one of my little schitzu rescue dogs.  Isn't he sweet?  I met him on the Mississippi River in New Orleans.





This is our little deer friend.  Lea took her photo as she was standing beautifully on our road as we came back from the store... she casually walks into the forest as she is not afraid of us.  So sweet.




My short morning walk this morning...  I love this view.  Can you imagine what Ann of Green Gables would have said about this?




Well, that's the wrap for this fine evening.  The good thing?  There are some great people to always get to know, they are usually where we least expect it.  : )


All is well, I have my Grandma Oddo's Eggplant recipe in the oven, Italian fragrance is wafting through the air.

Lea shared with her singles adult Sunday school class that eggplant was her comfort food.  They thought that was funny!  Ha!

I think most of them have never had an eggplant sandwich even?  Bless their hearts...

*big smile*


I appreciate all of you,    Amelia in the Forest

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Bits of Life


Hello Dear Ones, Just busy with Life these days.  Our little elderly fur angel, Guiseppe has kept me extra engaged lately.  Jem and I have been to the vet several times in the past couple of months, for Guiseppe has a tumor behind his ear and it's requiring quite a bit of care.  As you probably already know he is almost completely blind.  He's a sweet little thing and we are so thanking God for our vet, he obviously takes care of animals out of pleasure not for monetary gain.  It's so nice to meet Christians who behave so much as a Christian we know it by their actions and care.  There really is something to that song I used to sing,  They Will Know we Are Christians by Our Love.



So please pray for little Guiseppe, our vet does not want to remove the tumor at Guiseppe's age.  So I will care for our angel the best way I can.

The hits of little Guiseppe's day and evening are stumbling little walks around the kitchen island sniffing for crumbs, he feels like a big boy when he does that or in the evening he loves sitting next to Jem resting his head on Jem's hand.


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I think I'll include a few pics to show life here in the Forest.

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An evening walk in the Forest.

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A Sunday afternoon here on our screened in back porch.  I love it there on the back porch, it's my element and I'm thinking when the fall arrives, perhaps I will take some of my sewing projects there.



I like to cook quietly... sometimes I turn on conservative radio, sometimes oldtime Christian radio or sometimes a pretty classical music cd I have or...sometimes 40s music.  I enjoy 40s music.  The 40s is my thing...It brings joy to my heart as in my household I try to keep a 40s vibe in ways, the good ways.

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Homegrown tomatoes, a cake stand that was my Grandma Oddo's, green glass salt and pepper shakers from an antique store that Jem bought me because he knew I liked them.  They remind of the old Andy Griffith show.  The natural bunnies are from Marianna and James for Mother's Day.


This tells the tale, Grandma Oddo would be proud.   I always think of my Grandma when I'm cooking.



These fellas were adorable!  Jem and I were having lunch at a sandwich shop in smalltown and these guys were there, they were darling.  I suspect either WWII or Korean War vets..  or both.   After they ate I was so amused to see them hop on a motorcycle like it was nothing....Just an everyday thing to go home after enjoying a satisfying healthy lunch.  Very good attitudes!  One thing I've noticed when we go into smalltown, and that is the elderly there have very good attitudes.





Little Dresses for Africa.  I enjoy sewing, designing simple but cute clothes, so I try to make one Little Dress for Africa for every piece of clothing I make for myself.   These particular ones are made with pure cotton tshirts cut in half and adding a cotton gathered bottom.  I embellish with the daisy to make them extra special.  When I get a huge envelope full, I mail them in.  I try to make the bigger girls' sizes, they need those many times for the older girls.  If you are interested in using your sewing talents, you may go to the Little Dresses for Africa site.



During a big rainstorm, this fella came in through our dog door.  I named him Barnaby, but Barnaby moved on when the next storm hit a few days later..He was a sweetie.  Jem said he saw him the other day cutting through our property.  I think Barnaby is a wanderer bless his heart.



Jem's music room through the window.



Jem and I just celebrated our 38th wedding anni and we enjoy New Orleans, I have history there, some may say, it's in my blood.  I love Jackson square with the St. Louis Cathedral.  My Grandma Oddo attended here when she was a little girl.  Her family came from Naples, Italy when she was a baby.  The Italian family had an ice cream shop across from Jax brewery where they also made their own ice cream cones.  The family moved out of New Orleans when her little brothers became older.



I think of this song:


It's a sweet song.  Jem and I have this one on our playlist and listen to it when we go places together.


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Love the river boats going down the Mississippi River in New Orleans...  Totally another element of mine.  My father attended Gulfport Military school not far from here.  I still remember his stories of crossing the Mississippi to the all-girls school for dance socials.


Gulf Coast Military Academy


Once, (he was a captain)  he had picked up a small grenade type of thing and put it in his hat.  A fellow student who was a little off was throwing them out of the upstairs window on room inspection day.  My dad had quickly put it into his hat for safe keeping.

At the girls' school social he had forgotten and when greeting the older lady heading up the school with the walk and look of an overweight top heavy red-breasted robin, hair piled high on head, I'm thinking one of those ruffled numbers around her neck, brooch and all.... Daddy bowed as Southerner's do (did) and took his hat off.

The little grenade type of thing fell out of his hat and.... exploded.

His entire school was on detention until the story was told.

Oh that's just the brief version.  *Eh hem*

Oh the stories I have and the stories that left with my dad...





Speaking of my Dad, I found the above photo in my jewelry box a few weeks ago.  This was taken five days before I was born.   I think of my dad every day.  That simple sentence is full of thoughts and memories and feelings and on and on.....


June 17, was the one year mark since he passed away.




Today was a solitary day for the mostpart, I was here with Guiseppe and our other fur angels and I was thinking as I walked outside, went on our back screen porch and noticing how close to God I felt...He is the only fulfillment for any of us.  I came back in and realized I needed to chat with God more so today, aside from my morning quiet time...and use this solitairy time wisely.   I turned off the radio etc.

It was nice, singing songs to God and speaking with Him about any troubles.  I think God wants our full attention in a loving way, just as we want full attention from loved ones, if we are talking to them and they are dis-engaged perhaps on a screen of some kind, it can be hurtful and I'm sure this is how our Father feels at times.


Well that's the wrap.  I know I've been a bad little blogger lately. *big smile*

Well, *happy sigh*  I have blogged and gotten back in touch.  I'm not going to be a perfectionist, just get this journal up by George.

I hope you enjoy this buffet of Life here.  I want to just enjoy blogging and get these little bits of Life up, perhaps to encourage, perhaps to share, just share my heart...



God bless you dear ones, I appreciate you.

amelia

Monday, May 14, 2018

The Beauty of a Day: Buford, God's Creatures and Books to Share


Don't ever let yourself get so busy that you miss those little but important extras in life--the beauty of a day...the smile of a friend...the serenity of a quiet moment alone.  For it is often life's smallest pleasures and gentlest joys that make the biggest and most lasting difference. 




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Me with Coffee, holding Muffie.  Two of our five dogs.


The Forest holds so much beauty here as the seasons change...  We've had a surprise visitor lately.  He's a rather large visitor!   He's an escapee and decided to settle in here at the peaceful Forest Cathedral sanctuary.

He was here in our area roaming, and landed on our property.   A phone call was placed to the farmer man we know, and he happened to know the  bull's owner.  One day I see a blue suv type truck, someone inside it is honking loudly with a lady in front of it, walking down the road clapping her hands trying to get the bull to go down the street.  (It was funny).  I call this lady Alpha Woman.  She calls herself that...She lives down the road.

Well...the bull, I call him, Buford came  back.  My daughter asked if he was here and I said I hadn't seen him.   Well I strolled past my bedroom window and there was Buford! 


Look at the cute spots on his face...He is very docile but he must not have wanted to be fenced in  or tied up wherever he was!  Do you see the rope around his horns?  It is not attached to anything, a length of rope is severed...  It tells the tale!






This particular photo of Buford was his first visit without the rope...



Buford and Gracie.  Gracie is our 75 pound hound and looks very tiny next to Buford.  

So what happened to Buford?   Well, he made the mistake of leaving our sanctuary and went on down the road just peacefully munching his grass...Alpha Woman was sitting in her parked blue suv on the road facing Buford, on her phone, so I'm thinking Buford's original owner came to get him.  Aww... Buford.  Hope you're okay big guy...


Animals are sensitive creatures...Large or small.

Speaking of gentle giants....

This is a photo of our Buddy.  The videos below I share reminds me of Buddy...

...Our precious pittie who we lost.  Miss you so much our precious Buddy.
You can read about Buddy HERE by the way.






I hope you enjoy the videos below the drawing.  Animals are a thing with me, I loved them back when a child...I remember my Uncle Bennie taking me to the stock show at the rodeo when I was a little girl, he had been an aspiring vet and unfortunately because of life happening, after college didn't get to vet school.  I remember seeing the cows and making eye contact...There was something so sad about their eyes...  Now as an adult I can do my best to help on some of that the best way I can.   I have animals everywhere...God's Creatures.


This is a pencil sketch I had done years ago of me when I was a little girl sitting on the steps of our door with my first puppy, Cutie.  The angle is a  bit odd, a very slight distortion but I had to take it this way because of the glare. 



Please enjoy these videos, I thought they were so sweet! 




Is this one not precious?



...And this one?



Oh my goodness... This is really something...





Good Books


Also wanting to share some of the sweetest books ever for homemakers.  When I read these wonderful books I felt like I was having coffee with a friend!  I bought these for my two married daughters and I also have them in our library here at home for me and our two unmarried daughters as well. 

The author is Mrs. White, author also of The Legacy of Home blog.  What a delightful blog she has!









I hope everyone is doing fine.  I'll include this one last video in honor of Buford and myself.  This song is so catchy, I will wake up in the middle of the night with this song on my mind!  Don't fence me in!  You have to love both Roy Rogers and Trigger.  Soooo sweet.

Don't Fence Me In



This is from the old movie, Hollywood Canteen (1944).  Wow, what a movie.   Love those old USO shows from the WWII era.   The movie stars were patriots, they honored our country and our soldiers.  The young actor in the beginning that resembles Jimmy Stewart?  Hollywood would use him for any Jimmy Stewart type of part because Jimmy Stewart was at war.   The young actor's name is Robert Hutton and there is a very interesting mini biography HERE.






  
Our flag here at the forest.


 The sky from our front porch last Friday.  I thought it looked like Heaven.

It is the simple things of life that make living worthwhile, the sweet fundamental things such as love and duty, work and rest, and living close to nature. 

-Laura Ingalls Wilder



Noon and evening shots here in the forest...
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As Roy Rogers said...

Come on Trigger, Let's be on our way!   

Good Evening, Loves,   Amelia at the Forest Cathedral

Monday, April 16, 2018

Favorite Things...And Strong Encouragements



Joy is the heart's harmonious response to the Lord's song of love.
-A.W. Tozer


 

Beyond the gate...The Forest...  One breezy afternoon here at the Forest Cathedral.  Oh the stories the trees could tell...



"My" pet horse Clifford.  Many of you have met Clifford.  I see Clifford usually once a week or so.  He lives in the beautiful pasture and homestead behind the drive thru where I seize a thirst quenching iced tea.  Lea and I park the car facing the farm setting, and gaze as we chat,  Clifford is my pretend-pet horse. I thought this was a beautiful photo of Clifford.



I love this most hauntingly beautiful and uplifting song...

Our oldest daughter, Lea will play this many late afternoons in the evening as we're getting dinner prepared...At this time in the early evening the sun reflects on the trees here in the forest...

 



I *love* this sweet video...I love God's Creatures.

So beautiful I think.  So very, very sweet.  Here in the country, it brings delight to my heart to see the mommy cows with their babies as the babies suckle to them...God's Creatures.  I hope and pray we see them through the loving lens of God.  I saved this video to share, I think it's a must-see!






Among the things in my life I thank God for most,is the love He gave me for animals.My heart would b emptier,& life would b less w/out them.

I love God's Creatures.  I have the privilege of caring for many here.  
    
Guiseppe, our little blind dog.





I love relating to real people:
Around 21:17 or so I can so relate to what Kristene DiMarco is saying here...It is true. 







I saw these quotes by Elisabeth Elliot:

“One reason we are so harried and hurried is that we make yesterday and tomorrow our business, when all that legitimately concerns us is today. If we really have too much to do, there are some items on the agenda which God did not put there.
“Let us submit the list to Him and ask Him to indicate which items we must delete. There is always time to do the will of God. If we are too busy to do that, we are too busy.”
 -Elisabeth Elliot




"Refuse self pity.  Refuse it absolutely.  It is a deadly thing with power to destroy you."
-Elisabeth Elliot



I love Elisabeth Elliot, she crossed over to the other side not long ago.


I remember Elisabeth Elliot sent me a few postcards to encourage me when I was carrying our littlest, youngest...Rebecca.  I was on bedrest and there were some concerns.

Once Elisabeth Elliot read my letter over the radio.  She had been deeply touched, (her description) of my words to her.   I was shocked, encouraged and touched all at the same time!  Tears rolled down this young mommy's face.  My good friend, Sandy called me... 


Amelia!  Did you hear!  Elisabeth Elliot read your letter and said your name on air!  

You see, I had encouraged Elisabeth in my letter to her describing how I would run to the radio to hear her messages...And how I would often tape them, quickly pushing record!  She was one of the only older women I knew of who really spoke the truth in encouraging younger women.   It's still like that as far as older women who truly have their ducks in a row so to speak, but my eyes remain on God and perhaps....Just perhaps maybe I will may be able to help and encourage others too..in some way.




A great Harper Lee quote:

Best Harper Lee Quotes - Quotes From To Kill A Mockingbird

I love Harper Lee and her writing...I adore To Kill a Mockingbird.  Harper Lee also went on to the other side recently.   From what I understand she lived a simple life.  Gregory Peck's daughter, named her baby girl, Harper. As I'm sure most of you know, Gregory Peck played Atticus in the movie great, To Kill a Mockingbird from the Pulitzer prize winning novel.





In closing, I wonder how we can apply some of the above quotes? 

How do we relate to real people?   Are we so busy with church work or talking about our Bible studies that we don't relate to real people?   Have you ever been on the receiving end of that?  

I'm incognito much of the time and it's very interesting observing church people who will talk with each other and then look as if they have been sucking lemons the very second they pivot to leave their comfort zone, not even making eye contact with others.  Not good peeps.   Not good. 



Question:  What can we do to help others wherever we may be out on any day.  Smalltown?  Downtown?    Anywhere where those are who are hurting?  People talk about evangelizing the streets (nothing wrong with that), but how about being kind and saying a sincere God bless you to those right around us?  Many times eyes brighten and a conversation will morph.
 


One thing I have been doing that I get a huge kick out of is when we are at a stop light in downtown, there may be a homeless person with a sign.  I've learned to have store-bought cellophane wrapped packages of cheese or peanut butter sandwich crackers with bottled waters in my tote bag.  We can quickly give them two packs of sandwich crackers and a water bottle before the light turns green.  They will have the sweetest responses...One day a young man smiled at us so sweet and meekly said, God bless you.   Many of his teeth were missing and it broke. my. heart.  Jem and I both discerned his sweet attitude and Jem gave him several dollars as well.  I just love doing this stuff.  It's Life.  Life giving to others.  Life giving to me.


Joy is the echo of God's life within us.  
-Joseph Marmion 


It may just be standing around a bit with an elderly person at the grocery and spending just a few more minutes.  Many of these gems have great war stories and stories of their children.


This is our daughter, Marianna a several years ago talking to a Pearl Harbor survivor, this is probably one of the most memorable things ever.   Complete story here on my blog.




Maybe a young man at a coffee shop diner is all by himself in deep contemplation....  We may go to him when the Holy Spirit whispers and say....

 I just feel I need to tell you...   Jesus loves you.

I had this happen and I obeyed, and the young man looked up with the most huge smile with beautiful blue eyes and it was as if his unforgettable expression said.... I was praying for that.  



The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions--the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or a smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment.
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge  




I've also missed it.  Once when at the store when I was young, I felt strongly I needed to go tell an elderly woman shopping with her grown son that Jesus loved her....   I didn't do it.  Til this day I regret that.  






Have we been dissed - disregarded in any way?  Let's learn from it and help others.  Let's be a sweet version of Jesus with skin on right around us. 

There will be fulfillment in that. 



Have a Holy Spirit filled week, loves,  ...Let's allow Him to speak to and fill our hearts.

  ~Amelia



When I Hear the Praises Start.  Done in 1982 before Keith Green left this green earth.  I was five months pregnant with Lea when I heard the news of the plane crash.   We had just seen him in concert. He charged nothing for his concerts, he was a firm believer in receiving and giving freely.