tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8711469416509698432024-03-23T04:42:51.331-05:00Just Thoughts on a BlogThe Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.comBlogger328125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-17520593796856707372024-03-10T00:00:00.017-06:002024-03-10T00:22:14.908-06:00Fifty Years Blessed <p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qhjIF0p7DAB5QjoVu_gKZVGBZEHVvONg35mcd43Ebol215k4GYySmV2XlVwQbp2xXhK77Jx2UFlZtiCf7gEvgIdwnwYsCVagUJd-vjmdp7tOScAF13G_b5JFKbcF5Bz3zYbykPG_rlGLOx4flKueW5atGhaUn4z-IGmPOBoCCYxhc2oDnMVdBhJ7kNAN/s1020/IMG_6054.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1020" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qhjIF0p7DAB5QjoVu_gKZVGBZEHVvONg35mcd43Ebol215k4GYySmV2XlVwQbp2xXhK77Jx2UFlZtiCf7gEvgIdwnwYsCVagUJd-vjmdp7tOScAF13G_b5JFKbcF5Bz3zYbykPG_rlGLOx4flKueW5atGhaUn4z-IGmPOBoCCYxhc2oDnMVdBhJ7kNAN/w602-h640/IMG_6054.jpeg" width="602" /></a></div><br /><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 26px;"><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>From the very minute I met you, <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>God had a plan for us. He was laying out that plan way before that even, way before our parents conceived us, way before they met! <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>God already had our life together planed out and he still does. </i></span></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>How wonderful is that!</i></span></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You have blessed me all these years, loving me with all my faults . You balance us ! You are my best friend who makes me laugh and drives you crazy. We have grown old together, but still you make me young and yet you make me feel thankful for every second we have together. </i></span></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>You worked hard for our family of four and provided much more than the necessity’s of life, you provided us with love and kindness. You never gave up on our dreams and you’re still filling them with more everyday.</i></span></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>We’re both showing signs of our age, both having days of way too many doctors, and both slowing down in time , but we get through them together just like in Gods plan. </i></span></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Today I want you to know that the last fifty years have been the best years of my life with you and I would share them with you all over again . I do know that God has planned our future time so I look forward to what he will reveal to us in the years to come and we will walk his path side by side. Thank you for your unconditional ❤️ love! </i></span></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Happy 50th Anniversary to my special cowboy, friend, and husband! I love you!</i></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-54444362703836109712023-12-01T10:31:00.004-06:002023-12-01T10:32:30.740-06:00My Camera<p><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYP5CuhzV3Z0vWAbf1TAJkhPAY4T0rdFYosa8n4cIXvu4HQeXpo6boxr_5OCD5BOBuBSvyUcHrwLw6pjI5OmYXNMEsU08U-Ysau7rxpWOecMyCsu8Fbpu43y02uq4OGcsCvIm53G2D0oMlqlXw-kM-ZotSQ3oCECw0sJy1xa6jW90uZWPDFHqG1LUJ40xK/s945/IMG_4521.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="945" data-original-width="589" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYP5CuhzV3Z0vWAbf1TAJkhPAY4T0rdFYosa8n4cIXvu4HQeXpo6boxr_5OCD5BOBuBSvyUcHrwLw6pjI5OmYXNMEsU08U-Ysau7rxpWOecMyCsu8Fbpu43y02uq4OGcsCvIm53G2D0oMlqlXw-kM-ZotSQ3oCECw0sJy1xa6jW90uZWPDFHqG1LUJ40xK/s320/IMG_4521.jpeg" width="199" /></a></span></i></div><p></p><p><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Life is so short, yet feels so long. Years turn into months and twelve hours turns into seconds. I’m loosing the time of now and wishing I knew where it all went. As my eyesight worsens and fades I’m realizing that it’s not the time I have left but the photo memories God is still sharing with me. The sunsets, his rainbow, the changing colors of the trees. The beauty in the flowers and the sight of a bird in flight. The smiles on my grandchildren’s faces and the wonder in their eyes. The love of my husband’s kiss and the look he gives me from across a crowded room.</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"> </span></span></i></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Time is getting shorter for me and I’m filling it with all the memories I can hold in my mind. I’ll fill it like a camera and develop it in my mind. The colors, the shapes, and even what a smell will remind me of. I’m legally blind now in my left eye and the right eye is fading but I’m okay with what time God has made for me to store up the memories of photos in my mind.</span></i></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Writing has turned into challenging work <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and different types of technology to try. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>How long will it be? Time ticks away and days turn into minutes . <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I’ll continue to soak it all in like a sponge in the meantime and take one day at a time. </span></i></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></i></span></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-73002403035405129232023-11-29T12:44:00.001-06:002023-12-10T08:59:54.917-06:00My new babies <p><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJHQ2D-YudVA1znQsyA6Sl6Wo9Qn0ZGjyPe_vAIh9UtO7HL18AXKjbZ12js0I5FOXSmLTmX3agfDw7zQlGXMWoiKULebZMMWGrxDO-9LpEYOJ82YCCkumWWs2FLbycDT9E4p3U2XjrANFYkOleiXBcYV3OM9vVfixlRHt4ImMQzAv3Z_iw1F6vbkE10ox7/s4032/IMG_4339.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJHQ2D-YudVA1znQsyA6Sl6Wo9Qn0ZGjyPe_vAIh9UtO7HL18AXKjbZ12js0I5FOXSmLTmX3agfDw7zQlGXMWoiKULebZMMWGrxDO-9LpEYOJ82YCCkumWWs2FLbycDT9E4p3U2XjrANFYkOleiXBcYV3OM9vVfixlRHt4ImMQzAv3Z_iw1F6vbkE10ox7/s320/IMG_4339.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIvcJLwqUAcV_-YAXZJWsCNGfUAQmjTV5A9Y6oOIdfVMYI5aQpP0SLcWcufy0mGOqESUpQFuMEAbveOnbtafnnDMySj0VgToVKoWN8q5OmRA-7Jr-7tYfFuE7dnUIbhjJ8raU4dOdoWb4XuBmT4dEs6dkvfsRPbPazXND2uN-pLZNTIbpZZJN9KAcOep6s/s4032/IMG_4380.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIvcJLwqUAcV_-YAXZJWsCNGfUAQmjTV5A9Y6oOIdfVMYI5aQpP0SLcWcufy0mGOqESUpQFuMEAbveOnbtafnnDMySj0VgToVKoWN8q5OmRA-7Jr-7tYfFuE7dnUIbhjJ8raU4dOdoWb4XuBmT4dEs6dkvfsRPbPazXND2uN-pLZNTIbpZZJN9KAcOep6s/s320/IMG_4380.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGxT86gCVNffNSwT9R3J5hCLe4NIPss9HFmzhRsLPMg1CmR80Xp10CJQN2sTpcMDp6Hbm3-zDQHyAPUUSwa4VNnVl7dFj63ktNH4vnpCYGwEwbfYTKgxzNWx3xPIgxlhutfRfUAg4YoxCpWXIs7a1fMvTBzCpbWWEyIt4ZZ_gr9vas4LuTk9mCi7BoYoZ/s3012/IMG_4410.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2733" data-original-width="3012" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGxT86gCVNffNSwT9R3J5hCLe4NIPss9HFmzhRsLPMg1CmR80Xp10CJQN2sTpcMDp6Hbm3-zDQHyAPUUSwa4VNnVl7dFj63ktNH4vnpCYGwEwbfYTKgxzNWx3xPIgxlhutfRfUAg4YoxCpWXIs7a1fMvTBzCpbWWEyIt4ZZ_gr9vas4LuTk9mCi7BoYoZ/s320/IMG_4410.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Aren’t they pretty? My brother in law was about to sell them and when I saw them I just knew I wanted them. Reminded of when we had cows years back and seeing the babies born and the excitement of seeing them in the pasture. Always made me smile. So I told my husband I wanted to see that one more time in my life. I wanted to hold those memories in my minds photos so when I can’t see them later, but only hear them, I can see it clearly in my mind.</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"> </span> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">He didn’t hesitate in calling his brother right that minute and told him I wanted to buy them. Two weeks later we made the trip to Texas and now I own these beautiful heifers. This spring I’ll find an Angus bull and hopefully before I loose my sight I’ll see sweet babies with their mothers in our pasture. Right now I’m spoiling them and I hope my husband will always remember the smile he put on my face and gift of new memories he made me.</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"> </span></i></span></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-27946999944759558772023-09-06T14:59:00.000-05:002023-09-06T14:59:10.961-05:00Time and Life pass <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikSkebPuH_80xBHkizhkjcq4vC9OXy5njWx2_9DwYQzULjbm5Ri1JKpRx4DA0BEAfJ51FmrxL7Ym5K97GpWcCcPnThHUylHfjf-8JuoF5eH5a8XVR49u7ZwTUrmp2ECWAy78Ro4AhEXjNXsu4DV22hYsxPV32f0T1_0N1jj0HEgucgczDc1sL2-ixzJdcb/s4032/IMG_3593.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikSkebPuH_80xBHkizhkjcq4vC9OXy5njWx2_9DwYQzULjbm5Ri1JKpRx4DA0BEAfJ51FmrxL7Ym5K97GpWcCcPnThHUylHfjf-8JuoF5eH5a8XVR49u7ZwTUrmp2ECWAy78Ro4AhEXjNXsu4DV22hYsxPV32f0T1_0N1jj0HEgucgczDc1sL2-ixzJdcb/w300-h400/IMG_3593.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 46px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleItalicBody; font-style: italic;">Time has stood still from that day we last talked, that last time you smiled at me, the last time I saw you. I wonder all the time what you're doing. Are you in a choir of millions singing ? Are you sitting in a green pasture of grass while listening to the Master teach? Are you visiting with family and friends?</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 46px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleItalicBody; font-style: italic;">What about that whistle you use to do? The one you made with a blade of grass against your lips or the sweet sound of music when you blew on your harmonica ? <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Can you still do that? I need to ask you so many questions since<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>we last said goodbye and one day we will sit and talk again.</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 46px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleItalicBody; font-style: italic;">Everyday time is standing still like the days and years we're never moving. I use to think they were moving too fast but now it's a feeling of no time. I'm waiting and life just <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>pasted by as the time stood still. </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 46px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleItalicBody; font-style: italic;">Today as I stand here and read the date in front of me and I see your smile, I feel your hand in mine once more, and I know your waiting for that day on this earth that time stops and is no more.</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 46px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGpsYAjBg6Twth9IoAlM-Z83Ly-AmmTF-KlDQe6EmPwbI9mRn8zCHDSzKxsQ_58zkh-_20ydHRJBVQCaJ24vJNfH5jfOSpNwwRhL8i4qtY7nLDSZ2mkKubMSOjK2Oxqgnk60qVj5cucsESY3GaUUpIMtR0erp4zz8g883AgicisUhxAmuhdfBDq60NZ2J/s4032/IMG_3595.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGpsYAjBg6Twth9IoAlM-Z83Ly-AmmTF-KlDQe6EmPwbI9mRn8zCHDSzKxsQ_58zkh-_20ydHRJBVQCaJ24vJNfH5jfOSpNwwRhL8i4qtY7nLDSZ2mkKubMSOjK2Oxqgnk60qVj5cucsESY3GaUUpIMtR0erp4zz8g883AgicisUhxAmuhdfBDq60NZ2J/s320/IMG_3595.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4IWrrLMQcNTkGaH1hLbqsfYZv-SmaJUt_YcJ2QN999ICA4O-Iy0f3To8tXbKucYpsopVbarCWZ5eAYY1X4MR_i82DTMpvjRCeN-dkfOoFw0wDGc7_esKam0MK3J_ucNKHW1d-x0Xcwws3q37J04lCoZoY89OeERRs61dSveCxiypU-mVMCHtMUtkdNV15/s4011/IMG_3598.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2106" data-original-width="4011" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4IWrrLMQcNTkGaH1hLbqsfYZv-SmaJUt_YcJ2QN999ICA4O-Iy0f3To8tXbKucYpsopVbarCWZ5eAYY1X4MR_i82DTMpvjRCeN-dkfOoFw0wDGc7_esKam0MK3J_ucNKHW1d-x0Xcwws3q37J04lCoZoY89OeERRs61dSveCxiypU-mVMCHtMUtkdNV15/w400-h210/IMG_3598.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleItalicBody; font-style: italic;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 46px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleItalicBody; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-73600323730246710532023-06-20T18:31:00.001-05:002023-06-20T18:31:52.531-05:00Our Peaceful Place<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0h9KHJ6kvIu19rN0rWTzb606BF7aZEM9aP5FqeTeP9g12WValMxnZH1C8dN935BS6imhpRtaSf78QGWp7gd5Ns-5JBV552rY-s4yr8SVUu8ebjeia_mLIW2V6uj10S3w7Yiwut6Y9AGlrVXnH_I3SyrHf_tQY3z1Mayl4h_hP6c-Yc-ZZkTi4Ijfd3E8-/s4032/IMG_2502.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0h9KHJ6kvIu19rN0rWTzb606BF7aZEM9aP5FqeTeP9g12WValMxnZH1C8dN935BS6imhpRtaSf78QGWp7gd5Ns-5JBV552rY-s4yr8SVUu8ebjeia_mLIW2V6uj10S3w7Yiwut6Y9AGlrVXnH_I3SyrHf_tQY3z1Mayl4h_hP6c-Yc-ZZkTi4Ijfd3E8-/w300-h400/IMG_2502.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>My sweetie and I are sitting on the patio under our new cover he finished building me a few days back so we could sit outside in the shade and enjoy life around us. There is a breeze slightly blowing the trees in the back pasture while our horse stands sleeping. There's a red bird landing on the barb wire fence as he waits his turn at the bird feeder. The wind blows strands of my hair across my face as I shut my eyes and hear the wind chimes and the peaceful sound they make. Across the patio I see you sitting there sipping your drink and watching a roping video on your iPhone. This month we have had our share of rain and bad storms so sitting out here under the shade is just what we both needed. It's like time is standing still even thou the world is turning. This will be our peaceful place. I'm sure we will enjoy sitting out here many times in our life and experience many more days just like today. </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>As I watch you I think back on the message in church we had from the book of Genius when God made a woman for Adam....</i></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>Even before the serpent tempted her I can imagine how the Garden of Eden must have been... Just the right weather, Birds of all kinds singing together with music so breathtaking. The animals must have played and ate green grass with no care or harm to each other. And even Adam and Eve had the perfect grocery store that was open all day and night. They never lived with sin, pain, or heartbreak until the devil came to the garden as a serpent and tempted his first victim...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>The birds are still singing behind me in the tree and the breeze is still softly blowing. My sweetie is looks up and smiles and tells me how much he loves me. Our home truly is our garden of Eden and I thank God he allows us to be the caretakers of it and enjoy living here without the serpent tempting us. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p><br /></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-13749015283525307882023-04-07T23:56:00.002-05:002023-07-31T19:23:48.045-05:00A Special Birthday <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTUCQRfdiEbunL3PpLPx3lzK3RXW0kQC8euUe4OsdgqBX-cWaKyBYXEMxweYYe4SCSQ_YH84dZVCs-pAMyJ-n2brkMrbXpqS0UiVVMhEf99gvAC5w2JpMrLgDmOy5nfgVnv1-_WXCgBEEQrTTKiJPp3pBBfoZADDHY-QZELDZWxe7QgFOxL-G3wmNKA/s900/A50FE526-1E27-4CE5-9CAB-D5E2FD12E0F6.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="900" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTUCQRfdiEbunL3PpLPx3lzK3RXW0kQC8euUe4OsdgqBX-cWaKyBYXEMxweYYe4SCSQ_YH84dZVCs-pAMyJ-n2brkMrbXpqS0UiVVMhEf99gvAC5w2JpMrLgDmOy5nfgVnv1-_WXCgBEEQrTTKiJPp3pBBfoZADDHY-QZELDZWxe7QgFOxL-G3wmNKA/w400-h300/A50FE526-1E27-4CE5-9CAB-D5E2FD12E0F6.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Turning 68 this year was truly one I'll never forget. My sister Cindy and brother in law Glenn rented an air B&B in Monterey, Louisiana for March 30 through April 4. A four bedroom, two bath house which was right on the Black Lake. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvLetmP81opbLMTAx8dKjydNvDVf2GLEkfHa1M4KJXTjatJZFRPc-Eatt9Xx9BJESovHr5FY7DhHdueeIjt1QnxiPr1TdZHnrv6JzNmoaMHwJ-A7FNZfMoJ3UVoOCIoy6VTTI_ms6b1dxG85mxCah18DvMflvFfSeENr9q17AZAz9bd5gwKk9ctIiAA/s960/BA5EC92B-B110-47DA-8085-7FEA856062DF.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvLetmP81opbLMTAx8dKjydNvDVf2GLEkfHa1M4KJXTjatJZFRPc-Eatt9Xx9BJESovHr5FY7DhHdueeIjt1QnxiPr1TdZHnrv6JzNmoaMHwJ-A7FNZfMoJ3UVoOCIoy6VTTI_ms6b1dxG85mxCah18DvMflvFfSeENr9q17AZAz9bd5gwKk9ctIiAA/w400-h400/BA5EC92B-B110-47DA-8085-7FEA856062DF.jpeg" width="400" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Cindy and Glenn shared this wonderful get away with James and I, our sister Margie and brother in law Scott from Arizona, our nephew Adam and wife Dana from Florida, and our nephew Joseph and wife Rhonda from Tennessee. Talk about a lot of noise... seemed like everyone was talking at the same time when we were all in the house and trust me, it was loud!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5p9aD5cNgm8399gPJQcKl_DploREd7_BZtanfwRh2DmcEab4fl5BR-VBEYEv4nX297e_7-07ACuHxhVSZvzUaQCyIXjrCq8mAr2aAcr-wpeGy6oPypGbYe2Ywn_Ev4kx60IxLYf82T2TM52C4QFzi7pSv4dd8BQ9nFpyPVSEsEl0hVv1jwrzjoF2AIw/s900/9172A8AB-C257-418A-8F7D-302E7F3CE157.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5p9aD5cNgm8399gPJQcKl_DploREd7_BZtanfwRh2DmcEab4fl5BR-VBEYEv4nX297e_7-07ACuHxhVSZvzUaQCyIXjrCq8mAr2aAcr-wpeGy6oPypGbYe2Ywn_Ev4kx60IxLYf82T2TM52C4QFzi7pSv4dd8BQ9nFpyPVSEsEl0hVv1jwrzjoF2AIw/w400-h400/9172A8AB-C257-418A-8F7D-302E7F3CE157.jpeg" width="400" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Cindy had a pontoon delivered for those wanting to ride on the lake that ran right up to the bank in the back yard.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLo4HEBckik3HzZgGm-laS-g93M4OaK8VKC0qtc2NZiAGnyaXif5dqDgqOhyiKQO7vdGG_R7RR-ko9C9kD9ktIhZNDpo3xr4CpNVnJwBcTLgs-NutW1N1rO-yjxtdW2v1SABxyvmTCcEjRntQ2jXRwOYTF1q0EJtpwcalgEvUoSQB29yfCykkFUhjYg/s960/491E35BA-0731-4CB9-AD53-B6AF79F476CA.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLo4HEBckik3HzZgGm-laS-g93M4OaK8VKC0qtc2NZiAGnyaXif5dqDgqOhyiKQO7vdGG_R7RR-ko9C9kD9ktIhZNDpo3xr4CpNVnJwBcTLgs-NutW1N1rO-yjxtdW2v1SABxyvmTCcEjRntQ2jXRwOYTF1q0EJtpwcalgEvUoSQB29yfCykkFUhjYg/w400-h400/491E35BA-0731-4CB9-AD53-B6AF79F476CA.jpeg" width="400" /></a></span></div><p></p><p></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"> On the back porch was a twin size bed swing shadowed by a beautiful flowering plum tree. It seemed to be the gathering spot of everyone. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> The others liked sitting and talking at the</span> picnic table and some played a game of Corn Hole. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Kx8frfwE6a5jqTG3IllNGqpOjyg_GQl2c_tdrqRb2vVxV9bQrhEg4s2YNRRYmbs7g53Vu_QH9EPoSGVruAoeMW0IhfyE8uB4p9V8bEn9t9uy0mp8wQt5YR1MbBTQCmG_bVRscfYjMfn7ObBLSaW3UYPWObQrWxJkbOZpdsq31I5_gY4g24wFVD57Xw/s1440/E677B72C-6F65-4973-80AB-286784B01781.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Kx8frfwE6a5jqTG3IllNGqpOjyg_GQl2c_tdrqRb2vVxV9bQrhEg4s2YNRRYmbs7g53Vu_QH9EPoSGVruAoeMW0IhfyE8uB4p9V8bEn9t9uy0mp8wQt5YR1MbBTQCmG_bVRscfYjMfn7ObBLSaW3UYPWObQrWxJkbOZpdsq31I5_gY4g24wFVD57Xw/w266-h400/E677B72C-6F65-4973-80AB-286784B01781.jpeg" width="266" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlHYY4sFtttMygUUlzHAJkR4xhVPVmN_lMHA_LBQRtX1ztfn2urC2ViQk29kHk6YK9-f13GHrAvBTp7MCH40XCgxiw_uyH0IBZD51JNSZGn26BwRpFkkVapSWACTF1PMK3uUBPsa8gW53vnooKMGQMAJTxlsDjseeNSXsS0yHe4eW2gXZaO0_7Ev_oyQ/s1440/668A3646-9742-4D98-BB4F-1F3880948B28.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlHYY4sFtttMygUUlzHAJkR4xhVPVmN_lMHA_LBQRtX1ztfn2urC2ViQk29kHk6YK9-f13GHrAvBTp7MCH40XCgxiw_uyH0IBZD51JNSZGn26BwRpFkkVapSWACTF1PMK3uUBPsa8gW53vnooKMGQMAJTxlsDjseeNSXsS0yHe4eW2gXZaO0_7Ev_oyQ/w266-h400/668A3646-9742-4D98-BB4F-1F3880948B28.jpeg" width="266" /></a></div></span></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I was thrown an amazing birthday party by my sisters with cake, balloons, and lots of presents. Everyone made my birthday a very special day and one I will never forget!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYD3JuJzKoFrIqGYa2oecryx7SOdf47NQvEhuKw3T4sy7GuXhJc5N0AA15V8bw9Xt9YemNDCHe3VaVOXbFhvVDYh-tCF99oD5JvnE9sRKEn8RS3rghgDM64oGFxpJL1yyS9pNo1T20VbW-ibdc1vr0tatouqE9RSmEoep6oways34IwY4-GRfVFbC_w/s960/4A2D84B8-6598-4CD2-AF37-2B6D137439A4.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYD3JuJzKoFrIqGYa2oecryx7SOdf47NQvEhuKw3T4sy7GuXhJc5N0AA15V8bw9Xt9YemNDCHe3VaVOXbFhvVDYh-tCF99oD5JvnE9sRKEn8RS3rghgDM64oGFxpJL1yyS9pNo1T20VbW-ibdc1vr0tatouqE9RSmEoep6oways34IwY4-GRfVFbC_w/w400-h400/4A2D84B8-6598-4CD2-AF37-2B6D137439A4.jpeg" width="400" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">There was no lack of food while there. We split up the first three days between us sisters. First night was a thanksgiving feast provided by Cindy and Glenn. The second night was a Guamanian dinner made by Margie and Scott. And the third day James and I fixed a Mexican meal. So much food and so much leftovers. There was also lots of sweets and lots of snacks so if you didn't get full it was your own fault. After dinner we all played Left/Right/Center and the pot started at three dollars. Glenn won the first night and Cindy won the second night, each thirty dollars. First night had a high stakes game of twenty dollars and the second night a five dollar game. Joseph won a hundred on the twenty stake and James won <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>twenty five on the other game. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5GVu-6nnaIwz9zlu-DQKWsgfFA27X0IZIO8Ii7YafTKoK4Tc3DBegjWcgXben4vA6gHy-JEygU2oT5uwmIqpEfKokAQHKvitCnQR2NceZmh1Vtr9g0oVKUx4LR1P5yBEWT7yANzeTbiFrRPphVoP5NDj76y1_bFz2Cl2LzZdkkRDCmmLABe9KwIGqQ/s900/7C117BC1-2C79-4EF0-9638-F420EB67A31A.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5GVu-6nnaIwz9zlu-DQKWsgfFA27X0IZIO8Ii7YafTKoK4Tc3DBegjWcgXben4vA6gHy-JEygU2oT5uwmIqpEfKokAQHKvitCnQR2NceZmh1Vtr9g0oVKUx4LR1P5yBEWT7yANzeTbiFrRPphVoP5NDj76y1_bFz2Cl2LzZdkkRDCmmLABe9KwIGqQ/s320/7C117BC1-2C79-4EF0-9638-F420EB67A31A.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"> Unfortunately, I got sick and had to go home two days early but I went home with some wonderful memories I will always cherish and look forward to many more with my sisters!<br /></span></p><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaW_LpinhZoeQ3UGyD_La5YSRzHHULDqNMkXyzeKjVSI4s7-COQG43LMG_-JFsJYHvflBPbkU0t0OT6NcplfSzRnRBITHCKBu_QUVRT8y-0X8zVfb3JzO8J1zOwaG_udgade1IqLjGsaTKzFQmAJr-9PANBS7nzqZgFOh7k6cRtFycpWuMMABNwYldwQ/s900/5C5B2D6F-2500-491A-A435-B10F18A5D25E.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaW_LpinhZoeQ3UGyD_La5YSRzHHULDqNMkXyzeKjVSI4s7-COQG43LMG_-JFsJYHvflBPbkU0t0OT6NcplfSzRnRBITHCKBu_QUVRT8y-0X8zVfb3JzO8J1zOwaG_udgade1IqLjGsaTKzFQmAJr-9PANBS7nzqZgFOh7k6cRtFycpWuMMABNwYldwQ/w400-h400/5C5B2D6F-2500-491A-A435-B10F18A5D25E.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfQ9YcRp-L2BOmAig7P52CYm-MnqkpH0Ve7Ulydh0FZtL87u8bxpGfLyaVO49_6DLjtSY3V5BMQrnc1h-a5Hk9tuta7oAY27eE03k1zNon1kJ_PC7PF_ia4LTHMvcNDXKHb2G5WQPRVfrbJ7TVLUtqtKpJ1zOzZuwapOz1a-6XY2Ex45Rq7aoB44UKA/w244-h325/6FA73FA5-8EF5-4225-83C5-0E1EA642AFB7.jpeg" width="244" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">For a week I have been dog sitting for my grand dogs. One is a new addition to our Daughter and son-in-law's family after Gio, the white Frenchie passed away. Bee, the black frenchie is old and is trying to except the new one. Cookie is a fawn colored frenchie and a hand full. All puppy for sure!!!! It's been a long time since Gio and Bee were this busy and into things.. Just like with my three grandchildren, I'm continually telling the grand dogs to stop, eat, go lay down, and go to the bathroom. I have truly been entertained watching them chase each other and play tug a war. I do love them thou and it's been an interesting week with them. I'm sure this Nana will do this many times again. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">One thing thou, next time I sit for them I hope I get some privacy and Nana alone time. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrCnKYRXb3D9FsiVMXbKQL4GweXyki1M3WqS9Tsk-SuvM_NDpMH58GUJDSDFF0jrjc7nKnWkKQ6B9r4HLOf_l9UUlR4AReBNmMO0KRoUYLbIuKu1S3bFk7ZNbQg-LWvM30uqxG78V-ui6bJGYEZyy0rHrbMtj5Llc2V6CZjR67rYFfWT-0Oo_ZE9TMg/s4032/8B22E0E7-D091-4A8E-B5E9-7D49BA0462BF.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrCnKYRXb3D9FsiVMXbKQL4GweXyki1M3WqS9Tsk-SuvM_NDpMH58GUJDSDFF0jrjc7nKnWkKQ6B9r4HLOf_l9UUlR4AReBNmMO0KRoUYLbIuKu1S3bFk7ZNbQg-LWvM30uqxG78V-ui6bJGYEZyy0rHrbMtj5Llc2V6CZjR67rYFfWT-0Oo_ZE9TMg/s320/8B22E0E7-D091-4A8E-B5E9-7D49BA0462BF.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDq8cDXnBCpvy-RBRSoOjIgHl40SjUwDDSE8E5BesufLyzrB51nIIfxSLI_aOtR67tD345OhEPFMWaO2G30Dg01nvMlaVij9zsPG6wSC9Zwh97uHFnTbI6iACmH3Aml20b5ABPDH0Zg5gZ1-AN9_PnVEgwLcLIOW6MihyWxkY6n-642rzuQqplBItMA/s4032/B6843A70-ECCD-4C3C-906E-97791B6F3713.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDq8cDXnBCpvy-RBRSoOjIgHl40SjUwDDSE8E5BesufLyzrB51nIIfxSLI_aOtR67tD345OhEPFMWaO2G30Dg01nvMlaVij9zsPG6wSC9Zwh97uHFnTbI6iACmH3Aml20b5ABPDH0Zg5gZ1-AN9_PnVEgwLcLIOW6MihyWxkY6n-642rzuQqplBItMA/s320/B6843A70-ECCD-4C3C-906E-97791B6F3713.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1gC4ym7-1-NpB2nHwe7o_RO-qVh_-HhULa5sj_YDqDr56UhJU49HjCLvKcMpZIuOqSu2kkgBPv6hnyYFUhxOOy7aLvYOu3AsE0ark36t1bMk6REfdl4dPd9lYb4ygdng4VrUP4mvUz4y3pm7ow8EHMz2px0h1wkCyeBK8zKdYaCToLBXhqjEMeXmOw/s4032/BDA5CBC8-FE4F-4598-A09A-E7F7BB167CD6.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1gC4ym7-1-NpB2nHwe7o_RO-qVh_-HhULa5sj_YDqDr56UhJU49HjCLvKcMpZIuOqSu2kkgBPv6hnyYFUhxOOy7aLvYOu3AsE0ark36t1bMk6REfdl4dPd9lYb4ygdng4VrUP4mvUz4y3pm7ow8EHMz2px0h1wkCyeBK8zKdYaCToLBXhqjEMeXmOw/s320/BDA5CBC8-FE4F-4598-A09A-E7F7BB167CD6.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-57927261108988815792023-02-12T09:51:00.004-06:002023-03-18T00:36:06.056-05:00I See you Smiling<p><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">As I talked with you today I see you smiling. "This is a special day, I say." You don't talk back but I still see your smile. </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">"Come walk with me, I say. " I can feel you take my hand as we walk into the sleeping meadow and up towards a place you rest. I feel your hand slip out of mine as we stop our walk. </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">The cool air blows and the sun peeps through the soft clouds. The birds sing softly and I stand still, shut my eyes , and begin to sing to you....</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">" </span><span class="s2">🎼</span><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday my sweet Momma, </span><span class="s2">🎼</span><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Happy Birthday to you". </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">With my eyes still closed I can feel your hand slip back in mine again and I see you smile! I sat the flowers down beside you that I brought you and I say a prayer asking God to let me hold your hand a little longer. "I see you smile, I say."</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Happy 94th Birthday Momma ! I love and miss you every day and will hold your hand in mine one day soon as we walk together for ever.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-nq4U8E64qsvpZiowStbaO9L4xJsqlpM8nQOhZsFf6jhmG7rrUFPzdNoCZ3TuIpYi_5qyEwBKXVim7TdpvLdnXb56DzgnO3VcHjFudeAnkgLvgMIgoj3BKB_2Y0f00Ey3-4WFro583K7LXdXGaspm6lCReAh6Op5SHkJXWcpr7YgI4lsluBJyPPE7w/s1201/2494770C-4D54-4399-8F12-143B4E712361.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-nq4U8E64qsvpZiowStbaO9L4xJsqlpM8nQOhZsFf6jhmG7rrUFPzdNoCZ3TuIpYi_5qyEwBKXVim7TdpvLdnXb56DzgnO3VcHjFudeAnkgLvgMIgoj3BKB_2Y0f00Ey3-4WFro583K7LXdXGaspm6lCReAh6Op5SHkJXWcpr7YgI4lsluBJyPPE7w/s320/2494770C-4D54-4399-8F12-143B4E712361.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0vbl2wLzkG_MDvAtVaOMs4dEsdAEmbxkhoZCNLZhqnX0LSEIrEwnwCLEwDlHVfVlNUjjDs1LcwBiUTdsW2UY4FYFahFo3E-qllZkNZfGHEuynVRk4V0qgkhLNyLELJzx6fiSTc43LPSqVyqpgXdti5gIIqWgbx_RcfD7ku1RklckGFjD4329KDhnTA/s1257/D4CDDD57-E28A-47F7-BC00-A65228087CDE.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="1257" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0vbl2wLzkG_MDvAtVaOMs4dEsdAEmbxkhoZCNLZhqnX0LSEIrEwnwCLEwDlHVfVlNUjjDs1LcwBiUTdsW2UY4FYFahFo3E-qllZkNZfGHEuynVRk4V0qgkhLNyLELJzx6fiSTc43LPSqVyqpgXdti5gIIqWgbx_RcfD7ku1RklckGFjD4329KDhnTA/s320/D4CDDD57-E28A-47F7-BC00-A65228087CDE.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span><p></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-10875003927864305602022-11-11T23:57:00.004-06:002022-11-14T23:36:32.224-06:00Wars fought <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9FMRKD-nHJoc9kUtLeft5ut5T6YRrisIqhaRJSJTh5Ee4GwjN7xo932aKqt57l-wlIMf26ivnJD0azzXBl9WUhveERvlrXRSm0wsyUaGwOlMgkZr9wbzQAUm2Ps7R8st2jkO-gmOFIfA_6WAa7ccDRXLUnvpcZh7233Fa-Syhxc_IeLCeNz4hxHehQ/s1071/6CAE5C0E-5BB3-48B7-91DC-C5273E0C87FB.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="1071" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9FMRKD-nHJoc9kUtLeft5ut5T6YRrisIqhaRJSJTh5Ee4GwjN7xo932aKqt57l-wlIMf26ivnJD0azzXBl9WUhveERvlrXRSm0wsyUaGwOlMgkZr9wbzQAUm2Ps7R8st2jkO-gmOFIfA_6WAa7ccDRXLUnvpcZh7233Fa-Syhxc_IeLCeNz4hxHehQ/s320/6CAE5C0E-5BB3-48B7-91DC-C5273E0C87FB.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px;">I grew up watching the weekly TV show, "Mash". Still watch it most days. Today I watched several hours of the end finale. Made me cry a few tears , smile , and laugh.</span></i></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>That weekly show gave those at home something to hold on to and feel like we were given a glimpse of the Vietnam war. But we really didn't know the truth, the hurt, the lose.. a lot of soldiers lost their life for this country and the ones that came home, came home lost, misplaced, broken. We will never know the truth of all they went through. Most won't talk about the war at all. </i></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>As a very young girl I remember my mom sharing letters my older brother would write home. She would read and reread them <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and try to make since of the sensor cutouts left in the mist of those letters. I can remember things he would send each of us sometimes. He sent me a grass skirt once and a black opal necklace another time. But when he was fighting it was the care packages I remember the most that my mom would send him. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>When I was older I would write him and looked forward to the times he would write back. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Then one day, he came home. He never talked about Vietnam much. He was quite and seemed to me withdrawn. I always wondered what he must have seen or gone through. If my brother reads this post I want to thank him for serving for his country.</i></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i> Thank you to all the husbands and wives, mothers and fathers, grandparents, uncles and aunts, siblings, brother-in-laws and sister-in-laws, cousins, friends, neighbors, coworkers, and so many more who served!</i></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>There has been many wars our ancestors have fought in. The Civil War, World War 1 and 2, Vietnam. More recent Iran and Iraq. In the Bible the end times tell us there will be wars and rumors of wars.... I believe we are in those times....</i></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>God bless each of you and God bless the USA.</i></span></span></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-75964231024027102832022-09-23T18:20:00.006-05:002023-09-25T12:24:15.196-05:00Sisterhood <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgha7eYALqLe3VPu_2tKkkWDtA6EXtzGyL3QUpdBUS7JGFcCVvx9emaPLCq80lUi8JOUDUGyFXu9RqC70mVCQvnGIGSyYQMkj2mRx2qhcADFme3vJ-2qHyw0I9rYK620SAdjWCmdey-srKCjhiNVoQYHvNRl3ippdwZT8Iyy33WJ1jsSyD4EEg_RfsV9w/s504/796D6B15-6BDB-456A-B202-2A3488C6F69D.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="458" data-original-width="504" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgha7eYALqLe3VPu_2tKkkWDtA6EXtzGyL3QUpdBUS7JGFcCVvx9emaPLCq80lUi8JOUDUGyFXu9RqC70mVCQvnGIGSyYQMkj2mRx2qhcADFme3vJ-2qHyw0I9rYK620SAdjWCmdey-srKCjhiNVoQYHvNRl3ippdwZT8Iyy33WJ1jsSyD4EEg_RfsV9w/w400-h364/796D6B15-6BDB-456A-B202-2A3488C6F69D.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I can't remember a time in my whole life that my sisters and I were together laughing so much. Last week will be a memory I think all three of us will cherish forever and I look forward to making a lot more with both my sisters. </span><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Our sister Margie flew to my house on September 28 for a planned visit to drive to Mississippi and spend time with our sister, Cindy, before she had to fly back home on the 2nd of October .Cindy's birthday is the end of the month in September and Margie and I wanted to give her the gift of sisterhood. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">It's been many years since we last saw each other. We've all aged, have grey hair and wrinkled skin now, and all three of us have health problems. Each of our family's have grown and we all have grandchildren now. Cindy loves the outdoors and gardening. Margie loves to paint. And me, well y'all know I love to write and scrapbook. Cindy loves Asian, Margie loves Tuscan , and I love western. Cindy and Margie will eat just about anything in the vegetable and fruit group and me... those aren't going in my mouth. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">We do have something in common. We all three favor our mother. I bet she was smiling ear to ear in heaven as the three of us laughed, cried, and prayed together. I could clearly see her in my mind as we each prayed. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I'm not sure how many years we each have left on this earth but what time we have left will be filled with a lot more laughs, some tears, many prayers, and now many more memories made together as sisters. I'm thankful for the time I had with my two sisters and the new bond of sisterhood.</span></div>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-57228632020699227302022-09-10T13:48:00.004-05:002023-04-08T09:31:25.397-05:00We are just the Care takers<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqymHnSi_5QZqmJucSpsH2zN4KogjFKAc0thHq3MkuYM3hmsOzwS0ZQzMDlp9uMosQRvBp2RFAxwXvEQMO3eT4IRp0KrKi8Nw99J3q7WbezZvmF1uvZ6fRNm6CV0YS_TQgXkm9CGEJyZdoyV_g3TU4h4qtj-cG-VPtpbfkqoqdxDYtxV7NkhLr8qlOTg/s4032/5363641B-026E-41CE-B6EB-7D2B112EF800.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqymHnSi_5QZqmJucSpsH2zN4KogjFKAc0thHq3MkuYM3hmsOzwS0ZQzMDlp9uMosQRvBp2RFAxwXvEQMO3eT4IRp0KrKi8Nw99J3q7WbezZvmF1uvZ6fRNm6CV0YS_TQgXkm9CGEJyZdoyV_g3TU4h4qtj-cG-VPtpbfkqoqdxDYtxV7NkhLr8qlOTg/w400-h300/5363641B-026E-41CE-B6EB-7D2B112EF800.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHdnOp5uxmCX7XXVeRDMotO51mOhdK7A-ljvKLuaPkW_2L_o8yKitHOXP-AoG_JwN5VrdkOdBEG1iL2jYYX4B_XoJeKZ-dUdQCIwCYGABFNeeUhTiSTa5m3PZFJXLzai0Ml4fbVtI1RWqNP9DIiq54G_-Jlc527uB7i76-ibyXy5pWLHjeKUef2VHnQ/s4032/B1887E5D-C427-494F-9873-EEDA336C0CCE.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHdnOp5uxmCX7XXVeRDMotO51mOhdK7A-ljvKLuaPkW_2L_o8yKitHOXP-AoG_JwN5VrdkOdBEG1iL2jYYX4B_XoJeKZ-dUdQCIwCYGABFNeeUhTiSTa5m3PZFJXLzai0Ml4fbVtI1RWqNP9DIiq54G_-Jlc527uB7i76-ibyXy5pWLHjeKUef2VHnQ/w400-h300/B1887E5D-C427-494F-9873-EEDA336C0CCE.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTYlRNC9ZTvc1iMXuqfZblsSxbVRimvfuH_7dfaovR30UZZQLl1LaWg7tZs-c6qRSXwUzc93Rr6yQ5g6C_2f7EDewWkGg_vlReVaD9LXZLM631wiL8vVwCXF9M80_jfWsGsOrsurTgdbeXnB6ZwwV4S216Yng3tP7QjRlfGl0pelEDm1lwBeZwGROsmA/s3024/A571797E-EB71-411A-9C6A-7CF0DBE3AF0C.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2219" data-original-width="3024" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTYlRNC9ZTvc1iMXuqfZblsSxbVRimvfuH_7dfaovR30UZZQLl1LaWg7tZs-c6qRSXwUzc93Rr6yQ5g6C_2f7EDewWkGg_vlReVaD9LXZLM631wiL8vVwCXF9M80_jfWsGsOrsurTgdbeXnB6ZwwV4S216Yng3tP7QjRlfGl0pelEDm1lwBeZwGROsmA/w400-h294/A571797E-EB71-411A-9C6A-7CF0DBE3AF0C.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px;">Yesterday was a perfect day to get outside! The sun was shining and the grass is green again after so many rainy days. There was slight breeze and the temperature was only in the low eighty's</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px;"> .</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">It takes two of us some days to mow this land and today we are sharing that time together. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I love hearing the sounds of mowing. When one neighbor mows it's like a chain reaction and the next one starts mowing their yards. Funny how that sound can stir the pot... </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">As I was mowing my mind was on so many thoughts and then I looked up and saw the beautiful blue sky and those wondrous white clouds. I stop and thanked God for sharing such beauty and how thankful I am for him allowing my husband and I to be the care takers of this home and land. All we have belongs to him ! Without God we could not have the strength or the means to <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>mow and keep his land groomed. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>God has allowed us to live here for forty eight years . This home has been the shelter over our heads, <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>a place to sleep, raise two children, and see our grandkids playing in the yard. We will be Gods caretakers until he takes us home to live with him but today we will <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>mow the green grass, fill the breeze, and see the beauty he shares with us , his care keepers !</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-58914856668921474532022-03-10T03:00:00.014-06:002022-03-10T08:13:13.673-06:00The last Date<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXcjZ9f76xaOojefMoyvFGyJ4jk6Leb5shkhkTtatlCuzA6BKAr2ZTQnQ0SshNPciDrD6Vg6Dmqg922WHQgjczg2wbQLshwT3NYB2JRbBBGfSglmUdP7x9whjHFeYVKK8SK1sZ_Pzy3oI_hl72c8chxUyUsvZZJvXb8dHrGpF-cJKauXLSdqSyOwL93w=s2576" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2576" data-original-width="1932" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXcjZ9f76xaOojefMoyvFGyJ4jk6Leb5shkhkTtatlCuzA6BKAr2ZTQnQ0SshNPciDrD6Vg6Dmqg922WHQgjczg2wbQLshwT3NYB2JRbBBGfSglmUdP7x9whjHFeYVKK8SK1sZ_Pzy3oI_hl72c8chxUyUsvZZJvXb8dHrGpF-cJKauXLSdqSyOwL93w=s320" width="240" /></span></i></a></div><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Can you remember your first date with your husband? I can. I think both of us were a little nervous. After all it was only the first time we had seen each other since we had met at camp just a few years before. We had corresponded through letters for some time. He and a friend had traveled a long way from their job on their day offs so he could spend the weekend to take me out. I can still see him standing on our doorstep wearing a brown cowboy hat and striking me as such a handsome man when I answered the door. He took me to a restaurant my mother worked at on the hilltop of Natchez, Mississippi called "The Printice". Then we went to see the movie," Deliverance". I had already seen it but would watch it again. There was this one scene that I wasn't really wanting to view again where this man is violated and made to squill like a pig. I excused myself thinking I would miss that part but was not gone long enough. I returned to my seat, and you guessed it, the movie was just coming to that scene. Anyway, the movie was soon over and after driving around a short while in Natchez, we stopped at the motel to say goodbye to his friend and then he took me home. I still remember the kiss goodbye at the door. Perfect ending to a first date. It wasnt our only date after that. He drove to see me again in Texas. </span></i></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>Weve now been married 48 years today and have been on hundreds of dates. I have so many memories to hold in my heart of the places we have seen and travel to, the many restaurants we have dined at, and have even lost count of so many movies we have seen. We still laugh about me trying to avoid that one scene on our first date.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>From time to time, I have played this song and when we are all alone, we have slow danced to the music playing softly. With all the things I have shared with my husband throughout the many years, dancing to this song in his arms makes the world go away and the love we have all these years for each other. No date can ever top that in my heart. </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>I've asked for this song to be played as I am laid to rest at the grave. This will not be our last date, for I will wait to dance with the love of my life again.</i></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i> <a href="https://youtu.be/4ty0yWjY0n0">Last Date by Floyd Cramer</a></i></span></p><p><br /></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-50696351060001528152022-02-14T13:06:00.001-06:002022-02-14T14:30:21.831-06:00Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgB0liWblWxZsJYCca-8Mcgb1DHyY47rvkJ4l9eJwshIvSP-dCcpE-5H4R4H4JHiUIdXJqbZSA27Wb9y2zy7ul9dvGvXSj-0wYtrnPvkBgpULLLbZNXZwgLmHosrVcap_rVKFoUNUEVLOjEZ0emHF2IkRnZHze1d3riQnQN8j5dKexk3BXVKLCUJRwg8g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="474" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgB0liWblWxZsJYCca-8Mcgb1DHyY47rvkJ4l9eJwshIvSP-dCcpE-5H4R4H4JHiUIdXJqbZSA27Wb9y2zy7ul9dvGvXSj-0wYtrnPvkBgpULLLbZNXZwgLmHosrVcap_rVKFoUNUEVLOjEZ0emHF2IkRnZHze1d3riQnQN8j5dKexk3BXVKLCUJRwg8g" width="320" /></a></div><p> <i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Valentine's Day... A day of <b>Love</b>... A day to share your <b>Love</b> with that special someone... </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">You may be reading this and saying to yourself... "It's just another man-made day", but ya know what? It's really not. </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>Love</b> started in the very beginning of creation, and it will end with <b>Love</b> when this world is no longer here. God speaks and shows us so much about "<b>Love</b>" in the Bible. Think about that. This March I will have been married to the <b>Love </b>of my life for 48 years. I met him five years before that at camp and we wrote letters to each other all that time. We saw each other only three times all those years. One would say we fell in <b>love</b> long distance through our letters. Me, I say God already knew before we were born. He planned our crossing paths and keeping in touch. He knew the direction our lives would go, and he knows where it will go each day we have with each other. The <b>love</b> of my life is not only my husband, but he is also my partner, my best and closest friend. His <b>Love</b> for me is unconditionally , just as Christs <b>Love</b> is for me. He loves me for all my bad days and my good. Hes helped me through all my sickness and I his. We think alike, were so close. We will always have each other's backs, always be able to lean on and count on. He always says he loves me more and I don't see how that can be...We <b>Love </b>equally, more and more as time fades, and will till death do we part. But only then till we are together again in heaven, just as God planned in the very beginning. </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Happy Valentine's Day to the <b>Love</b> of my life</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>Love</b> is patient, Love is kind. (1 Corinthians 13:4)</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">It is not good that man should be alone. (Genesis 2:18)</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Be devoted to one another in <b>Love</b>. (Romans 12:10)</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Let <b>Love</b> and faithfulness never leave you. (Proverbs 3:3)</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Husbands, <b>Love</b> your wives. (Ephesians 5:25)</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>Love</b> must be sincere (Romas 12:9)</span></i></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-73849413943993284012022-01-10T19:24:00.002-06:002022-02-14T14:34:55.522-06:00Short Movies in my mind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H6UsUjC0enk/Ydzb7gKCScI/AAAAAAAAIf4/lyu7rz8thx4r0sWl-MlnyTW0Os6EbCvMACNcBGAsYHQ/OIP.jfif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="418" height="221" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H6UsUjC0enk/Ydzb7gKCScI/AAAAAAAAIf4/lyu7rz8thx4r0sWl-MlnyTW0Os6EbCvMACNcBGAsYHQ/w294-h221/OIP.jfif" width="294" /></a></div><p> </p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">My
mind seems to be reflecting back today like watching a movie rerun of many
short films. Some are slow playing and then they seem to start playing really
fast like a blur going by.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">I
can see myself, clearly in my mind at the age of ten, swinging in the old porch
swing at my grandparent’s house, sitting beside my Pap as he whittles on an old
stick he found in the yard. Time was slow and simple as we swung, not talking
but just listening to the sounds around us. Children playing outside, birds
singing in the trees. It was so peaceful there.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">My
thoughts switch quickly through my childhood to the day I met my husband at a
summer camp in Texas. I was only fifteen and I had a crush on him from the
first day I met him. I would sign up for a trail ride that he led around the
camp each day just to get to talk to him. Five years later that school girl
crush was the start of a path God had already planned for our lives. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still see so clearly the very day we married
at his sister’s home. The wedding cake she made for us, the blue dress his
niece loaned me, and both of us standing in the living room saying our vowels
from the book of Ruth. The movie starts getting faster now as I can see the
birth of our daughter’s being born. I can see the day of their first steps,
their first tooth, the day they started school. Then it fast forwards quicky to
the day they leave our home and get married. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">I
can see the first day I met each grandchild, holding them in my arms and
feeling so much love that I though my heart would burst. They each flash by in
my mind very quickly all at once. I can see them playing, starting school,
smiles on their little faces as they opened gifts from Christmas and Birthdays.
I can hear the giggles as they played. Then my mind plays many funerals we
attended and many tears shed. Some play over and over… <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to scream stop, slow down, I don’t want
to stop watching them… but the short movies in my head start getting faster and
faster and skipping many years and minutes like the film is beginning to break. </span></i></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">Time,
months, years have all slowed down in our life now like a grandfather clock
about to wind down. The days start the same. There’s no set time to awake in
the mornings and some days there’s no reason to even leave the house. We repeat
the same things each day with the same chores around the house and yard. The
same are watched on the TV. The same meals cooked. The same monthly trips made
to pick up prescriptions and groceries and feed for the horse. The same bedtime
routine. Weeks turning into days and the days all running together, faster and
faster even thou time seems like slow motion. I guess that’s why I don’t mind when those short
films in my mind keep me awake for hours in the middle of the night or when I’m
reminded of a past memory.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">I
don’t know how many of those movies in my mind that I will remember to play
over and over again before they fade away. Some have already faded and some are
hidden deep in my mind waiting to be switched on again.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-4293797180150574662022-01-01T13:18:00.001-06:002022-01-07T09:57:56.331-06:00New Beginnings<p> <i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">I’m sitting here
listening to the sound of the lawn mower outside and watching the dark clouds as they move slowly across the sky. The forecast shows cold temps tonight and rain.
Hard to believe cause its 77 degrees outside right now. Just shows how fast
things change in a blink of the eye. A lot changed last year in everyone’s life.
The Pandemic is still here and causing panic and tons of unsettling media. Politics
is still divided; Souls are still lost and this world seems to be falling apart
in all directions. Ours was filled with countless doctor’s
appointments and surgeries. We had to put down one of our horses and say goodbye
to many passing friends and family. We survived another year of the pandemic
with the grace of God and survived all the bad news that floods our Country.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">But right now, the lawn
mower sound is still humming in the background and the birds are gathering on
the bird feeder. The wind is picking up some and the windchimes are playing
such sweet music as they sway back and forth. There were some blessings that
came out of this past year. My sisters Margie, Cindy, and I have made peace
with each other. We were able to add on to our home. All three of our grandchildren
went back to the classrooms at school and are thriving and growing up... One
step at a time, one day at a time by the grace of God. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Today is a new day, a
new year, and a new beginning in all our lives. My prayer is for more peace,
better health, and many more years to hear the birds sing, the lawn mower
humming and watching the clouds pass by.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<i><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">May God bless everyone in this new year, 2022….</span></i>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-5030704378612271562021-08-27T20:25:00.003-05:002024-01-23T12:23:11.680-06:00Goodbye Old Friend <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPII3b2C1sx65d7vUg8LuzjGx9a4H2Y8bbWxQqstX5m0kwOlTGOeCjD7Rdqgl-v1MLWcj_h_lMbOh3bHkdyiBYyPXTEwVQh4dB2PfZfNF5Zxy7Ho6-syr-Pw78EFefdZCL36cc0Za8hPJ1Cl1JrzCqVELd_TIensj6QOG9oguZzKAYUOyf3qSv331FFOgN/s4032/IMG_3795.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPII3b2C1sx65d7vUg8LuzjGx9a4H2Y8bbWxQqstX5m0kwOlTGOeCjD7Rdqgl-v1MLWcj_h_lMbOh3bHkdyiBYyPXTEwVQh4dB2PfZfNF5Zxy7Ho6-syr-Pw78EFefdZCL36cc0Za8hPJ1Cl1JrzCqVELd_TIensj6QOG9oguZzKAYUOyf3qSv331FFOgN/w412-h640/IMG_3795.jpeg" width="412" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BE1fK53QalE/YSmQMtWbzqI/AAAAAAAAIes/iIQRHORAaxoalIrtKdHb_drKhvvCFEGtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1149/939A62F9-F182-42BB-B6F5-9F6F691D705A.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1017" data-original-width="1149" height="354" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BE1fK53QalE/YSmQMtWbzqI/AAAAAAAAIes/iIQRHORAaxoalIrtKdHb_drKhvvCFEGtgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h354/939A62F9-F182-42BB-B6F5-9F6F691D705A.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-style: italic;">The morning dew was shimmering across the pasture and the sun was <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>shining bright. We took our time leading you from the house knowing it's hard for you to walk. It was so quiet and seemed like time had stopped. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Even the truck <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>behind us quietly trailed behind slowly. You must have sensed it was your last time walking down by the arena . </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-style: italic;">We stood there in the pasture saying our goodbyes, Brick , and feeling our hearts breaking. Two shots and it was over. </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-style: italic;">We buried you in the back corner, near the arena , where the deer will visit you, the birds will sing to you, and Chief will watch over you as he grazes near by. </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-style: italic;">Your no longer hurting to get a breath, no longer struggling to walk, and no longer having difficulties seeing. Your running with great horses in green pastures in the Masters herd.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-style: italic;">You will be missed by not only us but your pasture buddy , Chief. </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-style: italic;">We loved you and will see you again....</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-style: italic;">Goodbye Old Friend....</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-74089378973931618512021-03-25T18:12:00.003-05:002022-10-12T09:18:30.127-05:00My Eyes have seen God's Beauty<p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> <a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ityekvlK2pw/YF0WAJPtvPI/AAAAAAAAIXU/srePz_3XqfgalR15F_KsY169TDLi2VLpACLcBGAsYHQ/s450/Ra0c71e2b8a0f8c49c93668518604545e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ityekvlK2pw/YF0WAJPtvPI/AAAAAAAAIXU/srePz_3XqfgalR15F_KsY169TDLi2VLpACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Ra0c71e2b8a0f8c49c93668518604545e.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><i><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I have looked into my mother’s eyes as a child,
seen her beauty, her love so strong for me, without saying a single word. I saw
the years age her and watched death take her. I saw the swirling colors in
marbles as I played outside in </span><span style="font-size: medium;">the green</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> summer grass with a friend and the realistic
look of a blond headed doll given to me from my mothers Aunt. I have seen true
love through my husband’s eyes when we first meet and I still see the love in them
today. I took photo memories through my eyes as days turned into years. Saw
every smile, every tear, every wrinkle. I have seen both our daughters born into
this world. Counted their fingers and toes, wiped away their tears and held
them in my arms. I held our grandchildren for the first time, each as beautiful
and perfect as the other.</span></span></span></i><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">I have seen and cried many tears for those that
have passed away. Seen Oceans so blue you could see the bottom and mountains so
large they seem to touch the ends of the sky. I’ve seen the beauty in the
sunset and the sunrise and thanked God for showing me the beautiful colors only
he can create in each one. I’ve seen miles and miles of deserts and miles and
miles of green farm land. I’ve seen flowers bloom in such beautiful colors,
shapes, and sizes. Watched Blue jays, Red Cardinals, Blue Birds, Red headed
woodpeckers, and hummingbirds so brivant in color. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">I’ve watched thunderstorms as the force of
lightning stuck and hail so fierce as it hit the ground. I’ve watched tornados
as they ripped up trees as if they were only toothpicks. I have seen Harvest
moons so big it looked like you could reach out and touch them, Blue moons that
were rare, and stood in awe as I watched Eclipse’s take their time to past. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">I have sat speechless and mesmerized in many air
planes watching each cloud and hoping to see the Angels watching back. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have looked into the eyes of our horses and
dogs that we raised and saw trust and love for us as care keepers. I've been
blessed to see the tree foliage turn colors in the fall and the bright white snows
in the winter. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">I’ve seen hate, shame, worry, guilt, fear, and sin
in the face and eyes of people and of this world and I have seen love, peace, hope,
and strength in others.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">They say the soul of a person can be seen through their eyes. There is so much God has shown me through my blue eyes and
still so much more to be seen. In two weeks I will be given the gift of another
soul’s corona in my left eye and then yet another a few months after that in my
right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t help but think about the
two people who died and donated their eyes to give me sight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will never know what they saw through their
own eyes but I will cherish what we will see together.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><br /><p></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-32793586554407864952021-01-03T15:25:00.004-06:002022-01-07T09:57:59.077-06:00Looking to God in the New Year<p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: times;"><i><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;">I can hear the rain outside as it hits the tin roof of our house and the steady cold wind blowing. Inside , the house is warm as I get all comfy on the sofa. My mind wonders and thinks about the</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;"> </span> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;">past year.</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;"> </span> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;">James retired the beginning of the year and then instead of celebrating a new chapter in our life, we found ourselves facing a shutdown of things we once knew. Time stopped</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;"> , </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;">churches and schools closed . Grocery’s and essentials were hard to come by because of shortage and hoarding. Riots flooded the news. Governors shut down the states as hospitals filled with the sick and dying. Politicians kept fighting each other in the middle of all the pandemic and still ended the year with hate.</span></i></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><i>It’s raining harder now and I can’t help but wish God would just wash all this away with every drop. Wish he would turn back the clock and that this year was just a bad nightmare . But that won’t happen. It’s all part of Gods plan . I can’t dwell on the past year of misery but I can celebrate the outcome of what our <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>future holds. </i></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><i><span>So as I sit and listen to the rain come down , warm and cozy on my couch, I will sit and think about the blessings that came in the middle of such a hard year in 2020.... and I look to God for what he has planned for 2021.</span>...</i></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 25.1px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><i> </i></span></p>The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-77386026449576043722020-11-20T12:07:00.003-06:002023-04-08T09:33:39.673-05:00God is my Strength and my Eyes
<p class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DE2lH5aC_gU/X7f_haCGN7I/AAAAAAAAIUs/xI_F3S_sSlsflEjDx6Hi_SPqI8D5U0CuwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/IMG_1374%255B723%255D.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="217" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DE2lH5aC_gU/X7f_haCGN7I/AAAAAAAAIUs/xI_F3S_sSlsflEjDx6Hi_SPqI8D5U0CuwCLcBGAsYHQ/w522-h217/IMG_1374%255B723%255D.JPG" width="522" /></i></span></a></p><p class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The trees are turning colors as the fall weather is getting
cooler and God is showing his hand in the breath-taking beauty as he dips his brush in his paint
pallet. The once green leaves are now yellow, amber, rust, orange and red. Then
there is the blends of tan, a little green, and a mix of purple. Those are the
drama colors that make the leaves look like a fine wine color of burgundy.
Looking at them is like living in his painting, standing there spell bound and
in ah! I try to catch every color and let it soak in my memory, like taking
photograph pictures to look at later. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSTmeDwdXhI/X7gAfM1fNQI/AAAAAAAAIU4/nSfYnFNSJxQKTsapliEBntdTpGiwjNv-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/IMG_3426%255B722%255D.jpg" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: #0066cc; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 16px; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="322" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSTmeDwdXhI/X7gAfM1fNQI/AAAAAAAAIU4/nSfYnFNSJxQKTsapliEBntdTpGiwjNv-ACLcBGAsYHQ/w430-h322/IMG_3426%255B722%255D.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="430" /></a></span> </i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"><i>I haven’t been seeing as good as I use too for some time. I
had cataract surgery on my right eye in January and the left eye this past
March. Everyone said I would love it, see better, be amazed at how vivid the
colors would be and reading would be so much better. The weeks have turned into
months and the disappointment and questions were getting worse. Finally, in
early October I called my cataract surgeon. I explained to the doctor’s surgery
nurse what was going on. I told her about the blurriness, the flashes of light,
the black floaters. I even questioned if the surgery may not have work. I was
taken by surprise as she said to be in the doctor’s office the very next day.
After several tests were run the next day, my doctor said he wanted to send me
to a Cornea specialist. The appointment was set up and was two weeks later.
More tests were taken and finally an answer to why I can’t see and my sight was
getting worse. I have thickening cornea's. I need Cornea Transplants in both
eyes. He suggested doing lazier surgery first to see if it would help my eyes
and give me more time before having the transplants. So, two weeks ago He did
the lazier surgery on the left eye and I will have the right eye done December 2.
So far, the follow up exam, that was done yesterday, shows the lazier surgery has
not helped. </i></span><i style="font-family: Calibri;"> <a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w71lozhrdKk/UJ8g1CmWjsI/AAAAAAAADiM/ugvqju1ElE8uM1ql3AJcPJHriYoSfNRvwCPcBGAYYCw/s3456/DSC_0009.JPG" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #0066cc; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 16px; orphans: 2; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w71lozhrdKk/UJ8g1CmWjsI/AAAAAAAADiM/ugvqju1ElE8uM1ql3AJcPJHriYoSfNRvwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" width="320" /></a> </i></p>
<p style="margin: 0px 0px 10.66px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"><i>Outside the days are shorter and the warm sun fades away to
the night’s cooler temperatures. The leaves will not finished turning those
beautiful colors for a couple of more weeks. The vivid yellow and orange leaves
look like bright trees made of shinny gold and the red leaves touched by the
setting sun look like burning flames or deep red berries. The warm colors relax
me as I soak in every picturesque scene that God is sharing. I never want to
forget the colors of fall, the glorious sunsets or sunrises, the flowers
blooming in Spring, or the bright and shining winter snows. I’m not certain of
what my eyesight will be but I do know that God is taking the photos I’m storing
away in my memory. He will always be strength and my eyes even if my future is
looking through someone else’s cornea.</i></span></p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 10.66px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3kd53Ryrw8/WKe7W0Uj_eI/AAAAAAAAG-U/D4cTBCK_iq0KSWXxMldqU6V3L9df6jmTgCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/20151219_15.JPG" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: #0066cc; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 16px; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3kd53Ryrw8/WKe7W0Uj_eI/AAAAAAAAG-U/D4cTBCK_iq0KSWXxMldqU6V3L9df6jmTgCPcBGAYYCw/w300-h400/20151219_15.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="300" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJiBF_HL-UA/WKe6-7TzO7I/AAAAAAAAG-I/_ZWYBfeJX1wRnMxNkbhacYAZTfP48ZXpgCPcBGAYYCw/s2048/20150102_479.JPG" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: #0066cc; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 16px; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJiBF_HL-UA/WKe6-7TzO7I/AAAAAAAAG-I/_ZWYBfeJX1wRnMxNkbhacYAZTfP48ZXpgCPcBGAYYCw/w400-h266/20150102_479.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /></a></i></span><b></b><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br /></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px 0px 10.66px;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSTmeDwdXhI/X7gAfM1fNQI/AAAAAAAAIU4/nSfYnFNSJxQKTsapliEBntdTpGiwjNv-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/IMG_3426%255B722%255D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="349" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSTmeDwdXhI/X7gAfM1fNQI/AAAAAAAAIU4/nSfYnFNSJxQKTsapliEBntdTpGiwjNv-ACLcBGAsYHQ/w465-h349/IMG_3426%255B722%255D.jpg" width="465" /></i></span></a></p><span style="font-size: large;"></span><i></i><br />The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-20256011078279625312020-06-07T16:52:00.001-05:002023-04-08T09:34:11.825-05:00The Eyes behind the Masks <br />
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<span class="s1">As a child, did you ever play the staring game with another person? You know, where you both stare into each others eyes and the one that blinks first is the looser...Did you ever get a flashlight and hold the light under your chin to make your eyes look scary, in hopes to scare your friends in the room? There's a lot you can tell about looking into someone's eyes. There are the eyes of a scared person. The eyes of sadness. The eyes of love. The eyes of anger and hate.</span><br />
<span class="s1">Even looking in the eyes of our horses , I can almost see their soul as it looks back. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Their eyes show the trust they have for us. Looking in the eyes of our three grandchildren I see laughter, excitement, and lots of giggles. I can see in those eyes when they tell a tiny lie or when they don’t feel good. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Our oldest granddaughter looks back with mystery and wonderment . I can see her mind figuring out a scientific reasoning before she even speaks . Our only grandson looks back with those big puppy dog eyes as if to ask why for the hundredth time. Our little granddaughters eyes look like they are singing a happy song or smiling back . </span></div>
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<span class="s1">When I look into the eyes of our daughters I can see another grownup looking back. Sometimes they look sad and tired. Sometimes they look back as if they are looking for answers to what’s happening around them . But I also can look in their eyes and see the little girls they were . <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>When I look in their husbands eyes I see strong men providing and working hard for their family. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">When I look in my husbands eyes I see love unconditionally looking back. I see those eyes looking at me for who I am. I don’t see hate in those eyes. I don’t see fear in those eyes . I see passion , caring, and helping eyes. </span></div>
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The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-6735508886978920972020-05-28T22:22:00.001-05:002022-01-07T09:57:56.603-06:00Five Miles Down the Road part 2Last September we finally set out to design our headstone. Stone prices had gone up since we last purchased the one my husband bought for my mother and stones were in all shapes and sizes now. We made the appointment and set down with the monument designer. That day was just one of four appointments to get the design right. We opted out of the black granite and changed it to gray. Then we wanted a ruff rock look. The artist had to come back twice on our cattle brand because he just didn't get right at first. Anyway , when the final papers came for us to agree the okay in the design, we thought it would take no time to get it made.....Wrong! October came and went, November, December, January. The stone took a while to get, cut, polish, and the etch. Then the first of March, they called and said our headstone was ready and they needed to verify the cemetery address and our plot numbers. That part was easy. "Five miles down the road", in the quite country cemetery is where my husband purchased ten plots , all in one row. He buried my mother there and each of our daughters and husbands and our three grandchildren will have the others to use if they need them. The last two on the end of the roll is where one of my sisters and her husband will be buried.<br />
Its always been our answer to anyone who ever asked us where we will move when we retire....Five miles down the road", was always our answer.<br />
Well, getting back to our headstone, the morning of delivery and set up finally came. I drove down and opened the gates for the truck and I was able to see them set our stone in place. Very interesting to watch, but in a bitter sweet way.<br />
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Not everyone gets to see their own headstone, but for those that have been through this, you know how we feel. Its the last of our final plans. Our finances are paid, our wills are made, our plots and funerals were purchased and planned, and now the last thing to do.....our headstones were set up. We are so thankful that these burdens will never be made by our children. Its something no one should leave for a child to stress over as they say goodbye to their parents.We are very blessed to not have to put that on our daughters. They will always know where our souls are. With our Lord and Savior, where we will see them again. But in the mean time, they will know where our earthly bodies are..."Five Miles Down the Road"</div>
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<br />The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-60790870375023677212020-05-13T21:27:00.001-05:002022-01-07T09:58:01.103-06:00Our life will Continue on <div>
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<span class="s2">In August of 1977 James dad, Ray, was afield superintendent for Alice Sidney Oil Company, located out of Eldorado, Arkansas. We were living in Pittsburg, Texas, where James worked on a dairy. The Oil company needed a pumper in the Minden, Louisiana field and a family man. Not normally hiring family, Ray set up a meeting with the company's owner, Dr. Yocum, who hired James. Not knowing what our future would be like, we loaded up a U-Haul truck and left Texas to start a new life.I can still remember following behind the uhaul with our 2 year old daughter, coming into Louisiana , and overwhelmed by all the pine trees. I’d been down that same road many times , traveling as a child with my parents , but never really payed attention to so many trees. It was a feeling of unknown, just like the one I was feeling of our new life. Times weren’t easy at first. Finding a place to live because the two company houses in Webster parish were occupied by two other Alice Sidney employees. One of them thou, owned a home in Minden and we were soon renting from them. We settled into our life. In September 1978, James was diagnosed with Burgers disease and only given a lifespans of up to seven years to live. Our new life was turned upside down with many doctor appointments and surgery to amputate two fingers. Dr. Yocum, James boss, and his colleague , Dr. Mendez were James doctors. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He was soon back to work <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and using that right hand as well as anyone. In May 1979, our second child was born. James would have gone through two more surgery’s and still working for the company. Things got better, we moved into the Minden field company house in 1981 when Bob Johnson retired. Throughout the next years , James beat all odds with Burgers, went into remission and our life fell into place. I worked in the medical field and finished nursing school, but never went and took my boards. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Yea, I know that was dumb but God had other things planned. During those years, James Dad retired from Alice Sidney with 20 years and passed away shortly after. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>That was in August of 1989. Tim Ingram became field superintendent after that. </span></div>
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<span class="s2"> In 1995, our oldest married and finished beauty school. 1998, our youngest would leave collage and get married . </span></div>
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<span class="s2">Empty nest set in our comfortable life and it was just James and I again. James was still working with Alice Sidney and I was still working at the hospital. Dr. Yocum also passed away <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>in 2012 and John Yocum in 2013. Alice Sidney oil company was now run by his son, David. Three more of his colleges would leave. Wilber Childers passed away, Conrad Reeves was with a new job, and Jimmy White passed away. </span></div>
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<span class="s2">That left only James in the Louisiana fields. I was working in the bank industry at that time. The Dubberly company house was no more and the Minden field was sold. We were given the opportunity to buy the company house we lived in all these years and where we raised both our girls . After we purchased it and five areas. James, being the only employee for the company was now operating the Dubberly, la field. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Thirty gas wells. </span></div>
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<span class="s2">Years have past on. Remolding our home completely and turning the oil office next door into a guest bunk house. James has his roping arena in the back pasture and we have three grandkids that keep us busy. James has worked when he was sick or hurting. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Didn’t matter if it was snowing, icy roads , tornado weather, or extreme heat. Always had to work if <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Holidays, birthdays, or funerals fell on a weekday. He never complains much about anything. Yes, we’ve had to call <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>David, who the company uses to check wells for the weekends. He’s stepped in a few times when we had to leave town or was on vacation. </span></div>
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<span class="s2">I think James dad would be very proud of how his son has given everything into this company. He never gave up even when things broke down. He knew what to do, who to call to fix things, and when to do it. </span></div>
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<span class="s2">I’ve been home now for over ten years and know that it takes a learning process of being home . You kind of go through stages . First busy, then lazy, then depressed , then busy and a routine of life. James will go through all those same stages but he will survive and love it. We are so thankful for our life here in Minden , our family , and to James dad for believing in him so many years ago. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>God has been good to us and we wouldn’t change a thing .</span></div>
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<span class="s2">Today, Tuesday , March 31 ,2020 marks the beginning of our new chapter in life together. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>James retired <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>with 43 years working for Alice Sidney Oil company. </span></div>
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The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-48160542961641203662020-03-10T22:45:00.000-05:002022-01-07T09:58:00.171-06:00Time passes<br />
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<span class="s1">Time passes, turning months into years. Life gives us struggles, sadness, happiness , pain, and love. First we were just young and learning about marriage. Then along comes careers <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and children , then grandchildren. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Life begins to slow down. Health starts felling and our hair turns grey. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Time is still passing, turning weeks Into days and hours into minutes. Our life has come full cycle. I look across the room and I still see the young man I fell in love with and married 46 years ago today. God knew we were soulmates before our paths ever crossed. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>You are the love of my life, my reason for living. Your my best friend. The person I can tell my secrets to , cry on your shoulder, and wake up with in the morning. You love me skinny, fat, dressed up, or wearing sweats and no makeup . </span></div>
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<span class="s1">We don’t know how much more time we have together, only our Lord does. But for every second ticking away, I am blessed to be your wife . I will love you till I take my last breath and to eternity</span><span class="s2">❣️</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Happy Anniversary To My Cowboy</span><span class="s2">❣️</span></div>
The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871146941650969843.post-6879675519080320852020-03-04T21:50:00.000-06:002022-01-07T09:57:56.739-06:00Do you know where your Children are<span style="color: #3c4043; font-family: "roboto" , "helveticaneue" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">"Do you know where your children are?" is a question used as a public service announcement for parents on American television especially from the late 1960s through the late 1980s.</span><span style="color: #3c4043; font-family: "roboto" , "helveticaneue" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span><br />
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Growing up after the 10:00 news cast , the broadcaster was always ask this question, “ Do you know where your children are?”. When I had children, they were still asking that question .my husband or I would answer it. Sometime the answer was , “They are asleep in their beds”. As the years have gone by, they don’t ask that question anymore after the news but it has always been on my mind. If it were storming, I would wonder if they were safe at home . If it was a holiday, I would wonder if they were putting Santa under the tree as their children slept, or filling Easter baskets with goodies from the Easter bunny. When they were on vacation , I would wonder if they were traveling safe on the highways.<br />
Now , so many years have past since that question was asked at the end of the news, but from time to time as the broadcaster says goodnight , my husband or I would answer that question with “At home with their family’s “. Why does that simple question stand out in my mind all these years? As a mother of two daughters and three grandchildren , I have the answer. They are right where they need to be! They are both Christian women who love the Lord. They are strong and independent, loving, kind, and beautiful . They are mothers and wife’s who work to help support their family’s. But most of all, They are Gods children.<br />
Do you know where your children are? We do!The Path Traveledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931107657755324419noreply@blogger.com0