Monday, December 31, 2012

Now is the Time




If you've been toying with the idea of accepting Jesus as your Lord and Savior, now is the time.

If you've been thinking you've strayed from the path and should get around to rededicating your life to Jesus, now is the time.

If you believe a little of this and a little of that, for all intents and purposes cobbling up a new religion, and really want to know the truth, now is the time.

If you want to know what God says (Truth) by reading His Word in the Bible, now is the time.

Let's not wait another day. It's not complicated. Just look on my sidebar right above Popular Posts and follow through the steps. (I'm not associated with them in any way, but have found it to be the best widget I've come across so far.) Two minutes that, if you truly want eternal salvation, can change your life forever.

Let's also rush to read the Bible, but not rush reading it!  (But you can do what I sometimes do, and in lieu of beginning with the Book of John as is so often recommended, read all the shortest books in the Bible first [starting with the New Testament].  It will give you a good preview in the shortest amount of time, and I'm guessing you'll be "hooked on God's Word" by the time you're done and will continue on!  Or you can begin with John 3 and then any of the Gospels.  "It's all good.") (And if I seem preachy, it's because I feel a "calling" to sometimes be so.)

His Presence By Warner Sallman
Copyright 1947 Kriebel and Bates
(This print hangs on my bedroom wall and
gives me much comfort.)

I know the above will apply to or move very few readers, but if there's even one ... 

For everyone who asks receives;
the one who seeks finds;
and to the one who knocks,
the door will be opened.
Luke 11:10

May God's richest blessings be with you in 2013,
Bess

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Kitty Photos

Kallie

Just a few shots of two of the four remaining kitties today.




Sweetie


Sometimes her nose is very pale like this, and others it is very rosy pink.


In Memoriam.  This photo of Misty was
taken a year ago today.  She passed away last week.
By our calculations, she was 18.
She lived a long, happy kitty life.

There are two other kitties:  Baby and Sassy, but no new photos of them today.

I'm enjoying a long weekend!  Hope you enjoy yours,
Bess

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Christmas Tidings

Oh dear ... I've been naughty.
Another project I need to finish ...

The other day (12/19/12, I think) on Joyce Meyer's tv program, Joyce said we should focus each day on:

Faith
Love
The goodness of God
His forgiveness
Being a blessing to others.

She went on to say that such a day is one we will have invested in and one that will bring a harvest even into eternity.  She also said we should find a way to enjoy our day "through God."

Good stuff, that.

I hope you'll enjoy your Christmas weekend very much, and that "Santa" will be good to you.


... I've left the hoop on far too long!
(Hoping it will press out.)

"With your little hand that caresses Mary,
You sustain the universe and bestow life;
and You think of me, O Jesus, my little King."
St. Therese of Lisieux

Happy Birthday, Jesus!

God Bless,
Bess

Friday, December 21, 2012

And Then There Were Four


Rest in peace, precious little purrbaby.  You will be missed.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Older Women Bearing Gifts


Winterberry by Pfaltzgraff


Inexplicably, I've found myself around older ladies much of my life.  I've had friends close to my age but also have formed friendships with many women far older than I.  Thinking about it, I've learned so much from them.  Here are just a few nuggets I recall:

From my mother (also my friend), among other things, I learned to control myself and not lick my fingers to open plastic bags in the produce department in a grocery store.  I was with her one time when a helpful stranger suggested my mother lick her fingers to open a bag she was struggling with, and I could see my mother shudder at the thought.  She persevered and prevailed.

From a lady I worked with over thirty years ago, who at that time was the age I am now, I learned that I didn't need to use "minced oaths" in my conversation.  She never said: oh my gosh; good grief; cheez; golly darn; cheese and crackers; holy smoke and so on.  While she listened, she'd simply say "Oh?" or "Well" (Weeelllll). I have to admit I don't have this down pat yet, but I've made good progress. Due to her influence and how nice she always looked, I also learned that my favorite style of apparel is modest and classic.

From my very elderly neighbor I've learned much on frugality and commonsense living (although the period during which I washed my plastic baggies didn't last all that long!). She is friendly, feisty, and fearless all rolled up into one little 5' gal.  In the early years of our acquaintance I resented her input; now I consult her.

From my childhood babysitter, I learned one should push back her cuticles regularly. I'm not sure when my mother would have let me in on this, but I was fascinated when my grandmotherly babysitter sat me on her lap when I was just a little girl, and slowly and methodically pushed down my cuticles.  

From another co-worker fifty years older than I at the time (clothing stores were a mecca for older employees then, just as in BBC's Are You Being Served), I learned how to carefully take the thread out from the hem on a pair of slacks, wrapping it around a little piece of cardboard, and then use the same thread to rehem after pinning them.

From my grandmother I learned that "good furniture" had dovetailed joints in the drawers.  I also learned that Michigan mints and sesame sticks were right tasty (but not together, blech). (That was back when you could find them and they were excellent quality.) When I was young I attempted to roll up the wrapper from a hard candy like she did, but never succeeded.  She could roll them up so very tightly, diagonally from corner to corner. (I think I probably inherited my ample feet from her and possibly my ample nose.) :0)

Finally, my dearest friend was the quintessential example of the axiom: If you can't say something nice about someone, don't say anything at all.  Still working on that one, too.

Through the years the older women in my life have been such splendid mentors, sharing strong work ethics, perseverance, patience, humor, efficient housekeeping skills, self-control, responsibility, loyalty ... and of course, there's so much more.  God Bless Them All.

Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good.  Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.
Titus 2:3-5



Hope you are enjoying these precious days leading up to Christmas.  

Thanks so much for visiting!
Bess

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Ordinary People

Just your ordinary person.

"You know, it is rather nice to be ordinary," said Mrs. Macfadyen.  "It's like a disguise and you can go about looking at people and they don't look at you." 
(from the book Close Quarters by Angela Thirkell)

I had to laugh at this line when I read it earlier this year. It's so true, but it takes being "that certain age" to appreciate it, I think. When we're in our teens and thereabouts, we're apt to be overly concerned with our appearance ... not having a ravishing or at least unique appearance can seem so dire.  We so long to be noticed.

Somewhere down the road of life, though, I came to appreciate that I was just me, that there was no reason to impress anyone, that taking "extraordinary measures" (well, I exaggerate) to be attractive was no longer necessary.  It's not that I don't care at all how I look ... I do keep myself "presentable."  But it's so nice not to care so much what other people think of me.  Thank God.

Three cheers for a new perspective, even if sometimes it takes awhile to fully develop.


Not just your ordinary kitty!
(But she needed brushing at the time.)


This means that anyone
who belongs to Christ
has become a new person.
The old life is gone;
a new life has begun!
2 Corinthians 5:17   NLT

Ordinary becomes extraordinary in Jesus!

Have a cozy weekend,
Bess

Monday, December 3, 2012

Hope Has Its Rewards


Journal by Hallmark

"Any arbitrary turning along the way, and I would be elsewhere. I would be different. What are four walls anyway?  They are what they contain.  The house protects the dreamer.  Unthinkably good things can happen, even late in the game.  It's such a surprise."
(Final lines from the end of the movie Under the Tuscan Sun, which has some coarse language in it but on the whole is a wonderful movie.)

Just in case we need to be told again: Never give up hope!  If it's getting away from us, chase after it until we catch it, and then hold fast.  We do that every single time it starts to slip away.  If need be, we must force ourselves to stay in the game. Attitude is everything. Be grateful. Look up, down, and around with intent: Absorb the beauty all about you.  Listen in the early morning for the sounds made by the living.  Join in.  One step, one action, on purpose; one moment at a time.  Believe it's going to be alright.

Last year we had a snowfall that by morning had turned the parking lot at work into a treacherous field of choppy, slick ice.  Since I arrive at a later time, I had to park far away from the building. I stood up from the car and looked at the long path of ice between myself and the office.  I sighed, but then looked down at the ice immediately in front of my feet and told myself, "One step at a time."  It was slow-going, but I was blessed by a kind delivery man who offered me his hand the final several steps. (Chivalry is definitely not dead!)

Anyway, I was reminded that though hazards and trials are everywhere, all we can do is just take the next little step.  Over and over again.  And eventually that nasty old ice will be behind us ... and maybe even completely melted the next time we pass that way again, which it was!


When hard pressed, I cried to the Lord; 
he brought me into a spacious place.
Psalm 118:5

... may your good Spirit lead me on level ground.
Psalm 143:10

Hope on,
Bess

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Posting Photos on Blogger When Storage is Full




When my photo storage became full, I considered my options for a few days. I wouldn't have minded so much an annual fee to increase my storage, but didn't want a monthly withdrawal. Then the family member who lives with me suggested I start a new blog. Who knows, someday I might. But my heart and soul are in this one, so I hated to abandon it.

But early this morning while I was pondering getting up (I didn't; I slept in), I remembered Google saying resized photos under 800 x 800 load for free. Aha! So while writing this post, I clicked on the "Insert image" link, found the photo I wanted to post, right clicked on it, and chose "Open with" ... "Microsoft Office Picture Manager." Then clicked Edit Pictures; clicked Resize. Then I entered 25% and went up or down with the percentage until both dimensions were (just) below 800. (I entered it in "Percentage of original width x height" so it chooses the size for us.) Clicked "OK"; saved it (or Save As)  ... and it downloaded just like that! (Or if you see "Preview" somewhere, clicking on that might bring up a menu with Microsoft Office Picture Manager.)

I checked another photo, and my photos are large! I hadn't been resizing them, so perhaps I am out of storage, although Google had said somewhere my Picasa storage was only 17% full. Go figure.

I'll try another:

Painted by my Great-Grandmother Hulda
on a wooden utensil

That one wound up at 29% of the original size. I'm guessing the photos can be resized via other programs as well. Hope that maybe my photo explanation is clear enough to help someone else.

We are almost foggy here today ... I can smell the moisture in the air, and it smells wonderful. I must go fluff my laundry again because when I blog I lose all track of time, completely ignoring dinging timers!

Teach me to do your will, for you are my God;
may your good Spirit lead me on level ground.
Psalm 143:10

Thanks for reading, and enjoy your weekend!
Bess