Story Time

My husband and I and our sons and several friends all decided to get a tattoo as a reminder of someone we all love and lost a few years ago.  One of our sons designed the tattoos and they have a very special meaning.

Recently, we met a couple who spend 1/2 of every year in an African nation.  They knew the story of our “family tattoo” and commented that in the nation they live the local tribes have their own tattoo that represents their specific tribe.  They viewed our tattoos as our family tribal tattoo.  This made us feel really good about our “mark”.

Well, today, my husband and I were in a prayer meeting and a team member prayed for us just because they felt they should.  They covered several things with the Lord and then they simply said we were the “Butterfly People”.  That put big smiles on our face because the tattoos our son designed are butterflies and this person who prayed has no idea of the meaning of our “markings” and may not even know that we all have one.

Those seemingly “little” things that God puts in our mouths to say at the right moment of each day are awesome!  Lord, use me.


Another Day, Another Story

The last 24 hours were a little rough.  Got to keep looking up and keep looking!

I have found that when you go through a major change in your life you need a focal point; a constant in a way.  Like in LOST when Desmond was loosing it on the freighter (sorry if you’re not a LOST fan – don’t want to loose you) – he needed a “constant”.  In his case it was Penny, the love of his life.  Well, in my life since I moved to this “new land” it’s whatever reminds me of where I came from.  Just a simple little reminder of what was and then I can look to what is and what is to come.

Too Weird?  I don’t think so.  It is something familiar.  So, today while feeling a little out of sorts I wanted tacos.  Not Taco Bell kind of tacos, they can be had anywhere.  I wanted something that reminded me of Southern California.

I spent most of my adult married life in Southern California and South Jersey.  So it had to be tacos smothered in fresh cilantro.

I thank my wonderful Lord that there is a small Taqueria here that sells just that!  Boy were they good and yes, the comfort food works!  Changed my outlook on the moment and I was able to see deeper and more healing things in a better perspective.

Ah, the small comforts of life that aren’t related to what we are going through but definitely have a wonderful sweet effect!


Story of the Day

When you’ve been spending a lot of time trying to settle in to a new location and things go slower then you have ever anticipated, well let’s just say that sometimes it’s hard to be thankful; difficult to look on the bright side of life or keep on the sunny side.

That’s why this “project” of mine to post a “testimony” or “story” a day can be a bit difficult.  But I do know that in time it will get easier because I totally expect it to change my perspective to the sunny side of life.

So, with that in mind, I took my wonderful dog outside last night for her final relief before bed.  While heading back toward the house I looked up.  What I saw took my breath away.  The sky – the beautiful big mid-west sky – was full of fluffy multi dimensional white and gray clouds with a full moon shining brightly behind them.  The art work above was absolutely beautiful from this earthly perspective!  And to think that I know this artist.  Overwhelming!

Does Anyone Have a Testimony?

At the beginning of 2011 I saw several people posting a “Photo a Day” or other such projects on the internet. I like that.
So, now that it’s almost half way through the year I feel strongly that I NEED and WANT to post “A Testimony a Day”.
The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines testimony as: an open acknowledgment; a public profession of religious experience; a divine decree attested in the scriptures.

I think this will be harder than I thought and that is probably the biggest reason I want to do it.  It’s hard to be thankful when we all live a life so involved with circumstances.  Circumstances that most of the time are not good or appear to be hard.  But on the other hand, I believe there is something to attest to in every circumstance no matter how hard things look.  We are surrounded by “stories” waiting to be told.  I want to find them.

God has a different view of our lives then we do.  I want His perspective more.  I’ve changed my whole approach to prayer over the last year.  Instead of asking all the time for something from Him I spend more time being thankful to Him and meditating on His goodness and love and more time looking back on situations and seeing how He got me through it and where He was when certain things happened.  It’s life changing.

I recently went to a local art museum to see Monet’s Water Lilies.  All 3 panels were on display (normally they are in separate locations).  Seeing such a magnificent work of art in person is eye opening.  You can enter the room and look at it and see it one way.  But as you approach the work every few feet the scene in front of you changes.  You get a different perspective the closer you get.  A different depth, a different opinion even.

So, I want these simple “testimonies” to do that for whoever reads them.  May they change your perspective on your life.  I am counting on them to change mine – to open my eyes wider to the things around me. To have a story no matter how simple or complex each day.  Enjoy.

Testimony #1

Today I attended a church 20 minutes from my home.  I had only been there once before and liked it.  So, 2 months later, my husband and I went again.  I am thankful for people who gather in the name of their Lord with happy hearts and have the freedom to worship Him together and individually with confidence and freedom in who they are and who they were made to be.  It was truly an uplifting experience full of peace and strength.  It was a room FULL of creative people who gathered together to celebrate the most creative person they know – The Creator.

Dead Mouse Walking

King:  “I’ll check the mousetraps before going to bed”

Queen:  “OK”

Voice from kitchen – “One is missing.”

“How can one be missing?  What are you talking about?”

“I put one in each drawer and one drawer has NO mouse trap”

“Perhaps you thought you put them in both drawers.”

“No000, I know I did.”

“Well, do think our son moved it while we were out?  He did come by.”

“I don’t know.”

“You could call him.”

“Son, did you move the mouse trap?”

Son, laughing hysterically, “What are you talking about?”

After longer conversation son replied, “This is the weirdest phone call ever.”

King Mouse Hunter: ” Oh well, don’t know where it went.” Proceeded to ready himself for bed.

Queen of Mouse Hunter: “Uh, it has to be somewhere.  Can a mouse walk off with it?”

At this point strong visions of a mouse on two feet bumping into cupboard walls adorning a mouse trap on it’s head.

King:  “OK, I’ll look.”

Pokes his head into cupboards and says, “Not here.”

Queen:  “Has to be.  They don’t just walk off.” (shutters)

King:  “Oh.  Here he is.  OH!  He’s still alive.”

Queen exits while saying  something to the effect of – throw him over the fence so the dogs don’t get him and bring him back in.

King:  “You got gloves?  I’ll flush him!”

Sound of flushing toilet then, “Oh crap! He didn’t go down!!”

Flushing again.

King:  “There.  I’ll reset the traps.”

The End.


OK.  Road trip is now behind me.  It was awesome and our dear dog, Hayley Mills Sasquatch Bryson had a fabulous time and was extremely well behaved for a 10 month old dog.  Fall colours on the eastern part of US were incredible and the Atlantic Ocean is still there even though I am not.

That said, let’s move on.  About that book I’m writing ….. ug.  The thing is, I KNOW I can do it.  I have NO doubts that I can do it.  I do it in my head A LOT.  But boy howdy, it is hard!  Focusing is very hard for me some days.  At this point I would like to upload a short video taken on my NEW iphone4 (bragging, yes) of me hard at work on this book : if I could figure out how ……. more distractions.  Can’t even focus on this blog. Sigh.  But the African Rooibus tea I just made is fantastic!!


So, that said, well, have a great day.

Road Trip

OK, this week we pack a vehicle, luggage, map and a LARGE puppy to head to a coastal location to visit family and other such busy-ness.  I’m excited!  A road trip!  YES!

I hate driving.  I hate public restrooms. I hate eating an abundance of fast food with it dripping down the front of me. But I love a road trip every couple of years or so.

One that I remember well was quite a while ago now.  We decided to take a vacation and visit family – a long over due necessity.  We were going to travel from one coast to the other with a family reunion in between.  It was July I believe or maybe closer to August.  First stop was the family reunion in Idaho!  Up near Sun Valley.  And camping!  Did I say I hate camping?

We own zero camping equipment other than a few K-Mart sleeping bags.  But no worries, in-laws had a tent ready and waiting for us.  So, we arrived in this idyllic setting in the mountains of Idaho complete with lake – freezing – and lots of trees.  Don’t misunderstand me, I LOVE the mountains and lakes and woods and dirt.  I HATE to sleep in it.  I love the fresh air and the cold – but I am the person that Winnebago’s were made for – that campers on wheels were designed to house.  Tents?  Well, I nice idea but not for this Jersey Girl!

So, in our little seven passenger station wagon and 4 children, did I say 4 children, we set out for our journey.  Road rules:  NO ONE  CAN ASK,  ARE WE THERE YET?  This rule works pretty well if we add, “We’ll give you a dollar if you do not ask that question along with, I’M BORED and HOW FAR IS IT NOW?

At the camp ground we were surrounded by relatives we didn’t know – even thought perhaps we were at the wrong reunion – showed to our tent and settled in for the festivities.  The kids all found cousins their own ages and were gone.

A few hours into this experience our 3rd son was found sitting on the steps to the only cabin at this site looking somewhat afraid.  I asked what was wrong, he at first said, “Nothing”, then when prodded a little more he simply stated, “I don’t want Beaver Fever”.  I asked what made him think he would get Beaver Fever?  He said, “That lady told me”.  “What lady?”  Then she appeared  –  “cousin” who was the mother of the child he decided was a friend.  “They were drinking out of a spigot.  I told them they would have Beaver Fever by morning.  No big deal, diarrhea, etc.” , and she walked away.  I had two choices at that point:  To jump her and pull her hair out OR turn back to my petrified child and console him and convince him that it would not happen to my child.  By the look on his face I believe he thought a night of extreme hair growth and a flat tail extending from his buttocks would be imminent.

Well, neither happened – much to my relief.  The only problems while sleeping in the tent was frozen m&ms in the morning.  FROZEN in the middle of summer.  Another reason not to “camp” added to my list.

After goodbyes and warming up we hit the road for the rest of our journey.  It was great.  We had a wonderful time with family and headed back across our beautiful nation.  Except on the way home, where we stopped in Ohio, we had to “bleach” the horseshoe crab carcasses due to smell of death and maggots.  But other than that all was well.

So, this trip is just hubby and puppy!  Can’t wait.