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"God said, one man and one woman. If you are the Christian you profess to
be, you would feel the same way too." This is part of a very nasty e-mail I received from a person that belongs to my church. Besides being shocked and hurt by many of his comments to me that left my jaw on the floor, all because I told him to send me no more political e-mails, as he and I are in two totally different camps politically. But of all the insults this one bothers me the most. The operative words here for me are "if you are the Christian you 'profess' to be". So. In the opinion of many, you must be a cookie cutter Christian, all have the same beliefs and values, and if you don't then you are not a true Christian? I was told of his many offices and accreditation's, President of this, chairman of that, but what have I done to profess my faith and belief in Christ? I didn't realize you had to have titles before your name and fancy credentials to enter the kingdom of Heaven. My faith is extremely important to me. It has gotten me through some terrible times, and helped me to cross many a stormy sea. I can't imagine my life without Christ as my redeeming Savior. I guess what I'm trying to say, is be true to your God, and true to your values and moral standards. We are all different. We all worship in a way that is glorifying to our Savior. To be told you are anything less, is an insult.
A beautiful day today, the sun is shining, temps in the 70's, just perfect! Toby and Tyler seem to be enjoying it also, laying in the sun on our four season porch. Tyler, on the wicker, and Toby on my grandmother's rocker, were just a little annoyed with me for disturbing them for a photo. But where is Andy?
Well he likes a little more direct heat, so he prefers the windowsill behind the curtain!
When I go up north to visit my brother and sister-in-law, Cheryl and I usually work on a sewing project. Not this time! On our usual trip to Mikado Mall, well actually it's a St.Vinny's thrift store, but everyone calls it the Mikado Mall as it's the only big shop around for miles, we came across this thing. We aren't sure what it is, but thought it would make an interesting project, so we loaded it in my trunk and headed back to the house. I mean it was only $5, what the heck. My brother Jay had a different reaction, he laughed! Thought we brought it home for the burning pile!
It was something at one time, we just don't know what!
The front looked like this, and at one time had a
lid on it, something was there, Cheryl said she''d
like to make it into a drink holder for their deck
parties. When my sister Wendy saw the open back,
the plan changed. Why not the top for beverages, and
use the space for holding the extras!
So off to the hardware store for paint. It took FOREVER to cover it with tinted primer! Then, we thought how about mosaic tile for the lid!? And a wine rack, a bar towel, wine glasses (found at the Mikado Mall for a whopping 25 cents a piece) and a bottle opener, still trying to fine one of the coke ones. Well after I left, with the mosaic top done, Cheryl took over from there.
And here is the finished piece! It turned out amazing!!!
Awesome job Cheryl! I wonder what my brother thinks of our firewood now!!!
http://heartsdelights.blogspot.com/spot.com/ Marilyn asked our favorite summer memories, and I thought I would share one of mine with you.
When we were growing up, we had several apple trees in our yard. Three or four lined our driveway, all which had the tastiest apples. We loved them green, and waited til they were just the right size to pick. My siblings and I would find the perfect apples, and grab the salt shakers and sit on the front porch steps, and devour them one right after the other. We totally ignored our mother's warning that if we ate more than a couple we would get a belly ache. I don't recall that ever happening! We also had a rhubarb patch that we would pick from, and sit on the wood pile with either a bowl of sugar or salt, depending on which we were in the mood for, and eat to our hearts content. Along with the pear tree we were set for fruit for our school lunches. But the one I really loved was the neighbors cherry tree that hung over our garage roof. We would climb my father's ham radio tour, and sit on the roof to tan, and eat our fill of the best cherries. I miss those days, and would give anything to sit on the porch steps or the garage roof again, and bask in the memories of a warm summer day.