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strange dreams

I used to have a strange sort of nightmare on a fairly regular basis.  It’s been years since I’ve had them.   They returned last night.  They are difficult to fully explain without revealing too much of myself.  Let’s just say that it worries me that they have returned.  I can’t help but wonder why they have come back.  I had assumed that they left because I had worked out the issues that caused them to start.

Perhaps I’m simply stressed out.  Church is going wonderfully well–but it is my first Advent & Christmas on my own–which is looking extremely busy.  Perhaps that is all it is.  A little extra stress.  I’m trying not to be overly bothered by the dream(s).  If they begin to plague my sleep I’ll reconsider.

I’m looking for some resources on Christian spirituality in the face of cancer–any suggestions?

Peace and blessings.

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Enough already

It’s not exactly a secret that I was not impressed with McCain’s choice in VP, Sarah Palin.  I’m definately not a fan.  However, the hating on Sarah Palin needs to stop! 

Seriously, the election is over and she deserves to go home and recover–without all the ugliness that continues to be thrown at her.  As I watched a reporter ask her about some anonymous and rude remarks that insulted and basically laid McCain’s loss on her shoulders, I was actually impressed and felt a “you go girl!” boiling up inside of me.  She refused to address anything that was said anonymously.  She also went on to bash the anonymous persons and at this point I remembered why I wasn’t so impressed. 

I think she was dead on refusing to acknowledge and answer to any anonymous comments.  In The Competent Pastor, Sisk reccomends a similiar strategy in recieving anonymous ugly remarks.  Don’t get your hackles up by it, if it is a written note–post it! 

One of the most gracious things I’ve read post-election has been a “Letter to the losers” by Donna Brazile.  Ms. Brazile’s letter exemplifies grace and understanding.  She encourages those who had worked on a losing campaign against the in-fighting that has been going on, pointing out that it’s self-inflicting wounds which no-one needs or deserves.

Pehaps all of us, winners and “losers”, should take our cues from Brazile and deeply exhale, relax, and get back to our “normal” lives as Obama prepares to take office.  There is plenty of hard work all of us need to prepare to undertake. 

I for one look forward to a government led by hope rather than fear.  This is one campaign promise I expect Obama to keep.  We need to move forward as individuals and as a country with hope and faith.

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Nothing is ever simple…

100_0705This is the dog we thought was ours.  But apparently she is the mamma dog to our new puppy Esperanza or as we are now calling her, Hope. 

 

100_0717This is Hope:

Last night I recieved a call from Tom, he said, “You’ve already lost the dog haven’t you?” 

I was shocked because Merkin had just left the church and was walking “Esperanza” home. 

When I told this to Tom he was really confused!  Apparently our puppy was back in her pin at his house (several miles away).  Then he asked if we had a boy and about the coloring.  I told him that I was sure the puppy was a girl because she had rather pronounced nipples which had suprised me but since this was my first time having a female dog, I thought I simply hadn’t known they would be so apparent this early.

He started laughing and said we must have Cinnamin, the mamma dog!  Tom had sent his friend to pick up the puppy and he picked up the wrong one because it was rather dark outside.  In addition, Hope is extremely timid so she was probably hiding from him as well.

Now, we  know we have the right puppy!  She is beautiful like her mamma and very sweet.  She’s very timid and shy.  Valerie and I think it’s nice that we have the shy one because we can give her special care and help bring her out of her shell.

Here are a few more pics of Hope:100_0715100_07141

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We have a new puppy!  It’s much earlier than we expected but tonight one of the person’s from the country church brought us one of his puppies!  I’m not sure puppy is quite accurate–she’s 5 months old.  I just got her into the kennel in hopes of limiting accidents.  Poor thing is a little freaked out right now–can ‘t say I blame her.

I’ll try to post some pics in the next few days.  She’s an English Patterdale Terrier, pretty red and has beautiful brown eyes.  They’ve been calling her Angel, we’re not sure if we’ll continue with that or not–they didn’t think she really “knew” her name yet.  I’m partial to Esperanza (hope, unless I have my Spanish a complete mess), Merkin likes Frida (as in Kahlo), Valerie and Ainsley like Angel just fine.  Thoughts?  Is it bad to change her name at 5 months?

Thanks for all your loving thoughts for Wishbone!  We’ve really appreciated them and your prayers.  Good night!

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Goodbye Wishbone

Our Wishbone has been declining in health for a long time now.  We finally said good-bye yesterday.  We miss him already. 

A few friends of ours have sent a poem called Rainbow Bridge about a place where our beloved furry friends go and wait for us.  The girls have taken a lot of comfort in this and I have taken a lot of comfort in believing that all of God’s creation is sacred and Wishbone is now whole and healthy once more and in a magnificent place.  This morning, Valerie said, “Wishbone is with Jesus now, right?”  It did my heart good as I told her yes. 

We love and miss you Wishbone!

In honor of Wishbone and the girls I leave you with the poem, Rainbow Bridge (sometimes cheesey things speak to us when we simply need a little comfort and assurance):

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

Author unknown…

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Singing Owl writes:

My daughter, her husband, and their toddler, Trinity Ann, are moving from Minneapolis, Minnesota to our place. It’s a long story, but the short version is that they will be loading a Ryder truck on Saturday, and on Sunday afternoon we will unload it into a storage unit in our town. They will move themselves, their two cats and their BIG dog into our place. Yes, there will be issues, but this Friday Five isn’t really about that. (Prayers for jobs for them and patience for all of us are most welcome, however. yes, we will keep all of you in prayer ) This post is about locations. My husband has lived at 64 addresses in his life so far (16 with me) and he suggested the topic since we have moving trucks on our minds.

Therefore, tell us about the five favorite places you have lived in your lifetime. What did you like? What kind of place was it? Anything special happen there?

If you have lived in less than five places, you can tell us a about fantasy location.

1) Manitou Springs, Colorado.  I had my very first apartment in Manitou.  It was a cute 3 room section of an old victorian style house right off of main street.  I didn’t even have a phone but there was a pay phone across the street at Tubby’s Turnaround.  No phone, no car–much simpler times.  Thank goodness I had a wonderful boyfriend (Joel) who’d drive me to the grocery store and laundry mat. 

One night after work several of us gathered at the house, goofing around on the front porch and we noticed that next door there was a red light on in the window–we all burst out singing “Roxanne, you don’t have to turn on your red light.  Roxanne!”  Then we burst in laughter.  Lots of wonderful times were had in that cute apartment in one of Colorado’s most interesting small towns.

2) Denver, Colorado.  I LOVED living in Denver!  I lived near the corner of Federal and Evans.  It was a great location–easy to get anywhere in the city.  It was a diverse area, even if it was a bit rough.  One night at the laundrymat we (all of the customers) pointed out all the people that we recognized as we watched Cops since it had been taped in our area. 

At one of the apartment complexes (it was a “California style–pool in the center and all the doors faced in towards the pool–think Karate Kid) I lived, Saturday mornings were shining examples of real community–a big group of us would always end up at one of our apartments eating breakfast.  It wasn’t planned but someone would have their door open and the smell of eggs and chile verde, pancakes, or sausage would be wafting out their door–this was the invitation to come on in. 

It’s easy to romanticize our lives there but they weren’t very romantic.  My next door neighbor was a drug dealer and very nice man who made sure that I was protected and kept away from any drugs, several of the tenets had some major drug issues that had or were in the process of ruining their lives, those of us who had jobs weren’t making much money at all but we shared what we had and formed a tight-knit group of friends who took care of each other.

3) Manhattan, Kansas.  I spent 2 years in Manhattan, my sophomore and junior years of high school.  I worked as a waitress at Country Kitchen, spent my weekend evening cruising Aggieville with my friends.  I caused my mother a lot of worry and frustration those years but I think she’s forgiven me by now. (Hi Mom!  I love you!)

4) Kansas City, Missouri.  When we first moved to Kansas City we lived in an “interesting” area.  During our first week we called for pizza one night and was informed that no one delivered to that area after dark.  Lots of interesting characters and experiences there.

5) Americus, Kansas.  In many ways, Americus feels like the place I grew up.  I lived there with my mom from 3rd to 8th grade–very pivotal years.  Now a friend of mine from seminary is the pastor of the church I attended there.  I look forward to visiting one Sunday and listening to her preach.  My grandparents owned the cafe there and I waited tables on my roller skates.

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Songbird writes, “Well, Gals and Pals, this weekend we’ll be rendering unto Caesar what is Caesar’s, and that has me thinking about coinage.”1) When was the last time you flipped a coin or even saw one flipped in person?
Probably a month ago, considering that we have 3 girls who fight often, sometimes coin flips work to end absurd arguments.
2) Do you have any foreign coins in your house? If so, where are they from?
We have LOTS!  Joel is an avid (which really means obsessed) coin collector, or rather a Numismatist.  There is an entire language for these sorts of people, as well as a national group and muesum!  People bring them back from trips for him, and he soemetimes buys bags of coins off ebay just to sort through them!  It’s quite nutty. 
3) A penny saved is a penny earned, they say. But let’s get serious. Is there a special place in heaven for pennies, or do you think they’ll find a special place in, well, the other place?
Hmmm…I never considered the eternal rest for pennies, I don’t even try to guess those sorts of things.
4) How much did you get from the tooth fairy when you were a child? and if you have children of your own, do they get coins, or paper money? (I hear there may be some inflation.)
I don’t remember, probably 50 cents or something.  The tooth fairy leaves our girls a Sacajawea dollar.
5) Did anyone in your household collect the state quarters? And did anyone in your household manage to sustain the interest required to stick with it?      See the other question about coin obsessed husband!  Yes and yes!

Bonus Answer:  I find it highly amusing that the Bible Joel was given in gradeschool has a Bible verse inscribed to him warning against the love of money! 

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