Thursday, January 11, 2018

Your Suddenly! It's Coming.

"Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everyone's chains came loose."   ... Acts 16:26


Only sections of our streets resembled an ice rink yesterday so I declared, "This morning I'll walk to the coffee shop." So after getting dressed (no tiny feat when wearing winter layers), I couldn't find my driver's license--oh no! 

Of course, I don't need it for a short walk, but hey. Forgive me my idiosyncrasies.

Man, I searched through my card stack 3 times, looked elsewhere, gave-up, then even began an online DMV form, when oh! I recalled where I'd put my license. 

Wow. I exclaimed,"Thank-you Jesus, like, four katrillion times!" and my later icy walk to the coffee shop felt like pure celebration.

Yes, mine is a simple life.  😉

The only customer inside the tiny sun-splashed cafe, I liked to think of my entry as an encouragement. I greeted the only attendant, ordered a large coffee and lemon scone, then sank gratefully at my usual Formica table in the window.  I gazed out at the tall hotel and river across the street and thought about all my recent Suddenlies. 

Remember those? Your life is going one (sad-ish) way then Suddenly! A vibrant, glad change happens. 

Suddenly! this coffee shop appeared while I kicked myself for not visiting the defunct previous one I'd actually asked God to bring.

Suddenly! I'm reading like crazy again since Naomi gave me the iPad which I can carry to our bright dining area (rather than Kindle-read in this darkish office).

And suddenly! I recalled my obsessive exciting work on my second online photo book when just last November I'd thought, "Scrapbooks, for me, are so 20 years ago. Bor-ing." 

And you know? Earlier while browsing all those photos I'd experienced another Suddenly! I 'heard' Clarence's voice, you know, the way he told this to George in It's a Wonderful Life--

"You see, George, you've really had a wonderful life."

Yes. Put ol' Debra's name in there and you've got truth. These New York decades shine brightest of them all.

Please rejoice over all your own Suddenlies, ok?

When that cough suddenly disappears.
When your relationship suddenly heals.
When, suddenly, this month's bills all got paid.
When a friend suddenly contacts you after a long time.
When your head suddenly stops hurting.
When you step outside and realize suddenly! It's Spring.
When, suddenly, you recall where you'd placed something!
When you suddenly understand why things happened as they did.

Oh, Life is fluid! Suddenlies arrive, so please, never quit. Never lie down in the road, lingering so to die, for your next Suddenly is rushing to you through the avenues of Faith and Time. And when it comes? You'll be thrilled that you waited.


"But the multitude of your enemies will become like fine dust ... and it will happen instantly, suddenly."   --- Isaiah 29:5

"Then Jesus said to her, "O woman, your faith is great; it shall be done for you as you wish." And her daughter was healed at once."   --- Matthew 15:28

"I (God) declared the former things long ago And they went forth from My mouth, and I proclaimed them. Suddenly I acted, and they came to pass."   --- Isaiah 48:3


Aww... This early morning I read that my very favorite Jr. High teacher, Mrs. James, passed away only last August. 

She taught French  and I'd have sworn she'd just deboarded the plane from having lived in France (oh, her classy clothes!), but no, not according to her obituary. Yet always, Mrs. James will represent all things French-exotic, chic, dreamy and kind to me. What a strong influence she was to this timid mouse lots of decades ago. 

For decades and decades she was a dear lady to so many.

And I must add this smile---- 

Whenever someone in French class said, "I'm done with the test," (or whatever), Mrs. James would always quip, "Only cakes get done!"

Oh, the times I've remembered that these past 45 years (and quipped those words, myself. Just ask Tom.).  😊

One more--in 8th grade I crocheted Mrs. James a long brown winter scarf for Christmas and I was thrilled to pieces when she wore it to school one day. As she left for home, she told me, "I'm going to wear my scarf so I'll stay warm."

And that kept *me* warm inside for a month.

(If you'd like to read about Muriel James, please go here.)

(The above photo of Mrs. James? It was probably taken 10 years, or so, after I met her. Wasn't she beautiful?)


Friday, January 05, 2018

Finding Things To Do Instead

"Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear."   ... Ephesians 4:29


We'll stay below 5 degrees F. today and Saturday. Outside my windows stands a frozen, quiet world, but you know? I'm ok. Better than, really.

Who'd have thought that the Bible was right about watching our words and our attitudes? After last Summer's thought-I'd-die humidity, I'm celebrating my returned happy energy rather than complaining about all that white ice out there. And instead of moaning that Neighbor Mike can't shovel for us due to working the graveyard shift, I remind myself that at least, now, I won't so closely resemble a walrus by Winter's end.  😉

Frankly, I'd rather have a peaceful brain, so any peace-crunching-habits must go. Nobody ever experienced consistent mind-calming hours by complaining about weather, neighbors, grammatical errors, mega churches, comment box meanies, worship songs, politics or --.

Uh, no. 

So I'll crave hour-by-hour peace and do what it takes to keep it. (Well, to spread it, also. One must have peace before she can fling it around.)

And one must discover ways to fill what's been let go so--to avoid complaining--I'm reading:


--and feeding birds and the wild rabbits camping below the feeder. And watching vintage tv series on Hulu (gee, Hulu's ripe with those!). I'm dreaming about hiking back to The Coffee Shop after they reopen next week, overhauling my dollhouse and taking pictures and--after creating that photo book--maybe I'll look into self-publishing bits of this blog. (Hey! Calm down and nobody, I mean nobody, hold your breath.)  😳

And so it goes. Another frigid Winter with its shattered records and the challenges to keep my mind on God's goodness rather than all the icy snowflakes He shakes-shakes down upon us who live here in snow country.

After all, He is good all the time and that's enough to keep anyone's mind consistently at peace.

Oh! And if you missed it the first time around, here's my post about how complaining changes our brains (yikes!).


"Do all things without grumbling or questioning  ... "   ... Philippians 2:14

Peace. It can be a combination of what one has and of what one has let go.


Oh! And I had to laugh at these horses who plainly showed their opinion of snow.  (Wait until the video appears. Do not click the green start button! That's for something else.)  😉


Tuesday, January 02, 2018

A New Year Means New Stories

    "Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not be afraid..."   ... Luke 12:7


So there ol' Debra was, New Year's Eve, sleeping peacefully inside her cute closet bedroom when, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" awoke her. 

Hmmm. Wasn't the huge always-shakes-me snowplow, though it sounded similar. 

The booming continued, so I stepped into my new so-warm, ice-blue robe then hobbled down the stairs where I met Tom. We both said, "Oh. It's midnight. Happy New Year." Yawn.

Yet not till after Tom stepped into the bathroom did I see the gorgeous fireworks filling our bay window. Wow! Colored light spears exploded over the huge motel on the river and I had one of the best seats on the block for the show. 

Red, green, blue and gold lights flickered upon our table glass, even. So cool. Tom, though, stood beside me maybe 6 1/2 seconds, then returned to bed.

Yet I remained transfixed the entire 15 minutes of showering lights, my heart full of gratitude to a God who so often, in two states even, made sure we bought houses where--if there are fireworks to be viewed--we'd see them from our windows.

Always, I feel like He brings the gorgeous light shows to a couple of home-loving introverts like us. I really do believe He's that kind, that loving. That thoughtful.


 The happiest of new years to all my readers! May you gather many new stories brimming-over with gratitude to a God who loves His kids so very much. 

Voiced-gratitude and praise-- they're much more powerful, Earth-changing than we realize. Use them lavishly.


"Complain and remain. Praise and be raised."   --- Joyce Meyer

Make it a wonderful year. Finish the things you began in 2017. Ask God what to begin next. Sit with God, walk with Him, stand when He says, "Wait." Be creative, giving and kind. Do good to others and say "I appreciate you," often. Scribble all sorts of wonderful things upon the empty, clean pages of 2018!


And to those of you who encouraged me to finish the photo book? It's done! And ordered, two even, one for my mom on Mother's Day.

Seriously, this Mixbook place is meant for us who require things to be simple. Wow. My first book took hours, but at least they were happy hours, not frustrating ones.

Oh! And afterward I received an email saying if I sent Mixbook an email address of a friend who later completed a book, they'd give us both $20 off the next one we made(!) So if you think you might be interested, feel free to email me your address and I'll send it to them.

Other thoughts about Mixbook--

This was a terrific place in which to learn tons of tricks in compiling a photo book. It's free to play around with as long as you like.

As far as I can tell--even if you don't order your book--you can share the online version with friends(!)

Oh, and if you'd like to see my finished online book--and if you already know my last name (it appears on the book and I do like to keep a semblance of anonymity here at this blog), you can email me for a link. Again, at GladOne4@yahoo. com


Currently just down our street, really --

Brrrrrr. But we're warmer today! Tom and I rejoiced this morning that we were up to 13 degrees F.  😉