If you have children in school, then you most likely received their report card in the past week. This is an exciting time and I remember waiting to see my report card too. As we looked at my daughter's grades, comments, and average...tears of joy attempted to escape. It isn't the first time to have such wonderful comments about her character and work ethic. It isn't the first time she's made the honor roll BUT it is the first report card in a few years to show the exciting growth we witnessed on a daily basis. Sometimes, our kids are making gains and moving mountains in ways a school and the state are unable to measure. It's important to remember, not everything about your child is reflected at the ten week marking period. Some of the most exciting growth is often not listed due to the report card template yet these are the successes, teachers and parents, MUST celebrate often.
As a parent, our daughter faced health obstacles in sixth grade. Some resolved within a couple years, while others were left undiagnosed until the end of tenth grade. If you are a parent, the hardest thing you will do in life is watch your child suffer, experience constant illness, and in some cases, you may need to say "until we meet again". This is why it's so important to celebrate all growth, not just the ones documented in your child's report card. I like a beautiful, color-coded, and organized chart as much as the next person, if not more BUT when it comes to our children...I find ways to celebrate growth in each and every child, especially my own. For instance, while our daughter is a healthy and vibrant junior in high school, she has worked hard to reach this point. If you only view her high school report cards, it appears she only attended school about 50% of the time in ninth and tenth grade. Her grades were average. This is what a report card shows you yet our child is more than these numbers and facts on paper. It doesn't reflect the weekly doctor appointments, the magnitude of testing, and failed attempts to walk out the door in order to attend school. A report card doesn't reflect hours spent with tutors, her parents, or a friend trying to understand all the curriculum she missed. What if we only focused on the numbers for two years? Thankfully, we don't know the answer to this question. We prayed she passed her regents, which she did, but the other numbers are just that...numbers. We celebrated each time she made it another hour into the school day before having to come home. We recognized a new concept learned without the assistance of the tutor or the school. We encouraged her to look to the future rather than dwelling in the illness and inabilities she was living. Once God brought the right doctor into our daughter's life, measurable growth started to be recorded but for a few years...her success and growth was measured by the little things. In our case, the journey produced a report card reflecting her strength, determination, and ability to overcome adversity. These are life skills not measured or reported on.
Don't throw out the report cards, they are valuable and one way colleges, military, and even employers use to determine how we fit with their needs. My hope is that when you look at your child's report card, if their trend lines are low or they aren't quite making the "aim line"...please stop before speaking because some of the greatest growth isn't measured by this moving target. We must still encourage our students to strive for the goal but when we know a goal might be near impossible for our child, find the positives. Celebrate the growth your child made and one day, you may see the product of years of encouragement, support, hard work, determination, and desire. To some, writing their name and forming letters for the first time is a huge success yet one you won't see as a success at thirty weeks. Another child's success might be making it to school almost daily while battling illness. The next child might have no home support, so their success is they arrive to school with a smile on their face ready to learn. As you read your child or grandchild's report card, don't start with the negatives or lack of growth. First, find a positive and celebrate this. A little encouragement will go a long way, our kids need to know we see their growth, especially when it's the hardest to find or recognize. So be truly glad. There is wonderful joy ahead, even though you must endure many trials for a little while. These trials will show that your faith is genuine. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold—though your faith is far more precious than mere gold. So when your faith remains strong through many trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world." How do you measure growth when you see your child's report card?
While the Ride for Missing and Exploited Children isn't new, each year's energy and passion is new and renewed. Riders, volunteers, and sponsors gear up and finalize preparations for the 2015 ride with commitment rides, school visits, and interviews. Each of these raise awareness for this mission and educate the public and especially, our children. Last month, Dick Jordan and John Hemmel Jr. joined Joe Kelly for an interview on the "Joe Kelly Show". Each photo below is a link to the three part video interview. A special thanks to Otto Isenberg for sharing the links on the ride page for those of us who live out of town to be able to view it. Dick and John explain how the ride started, the mission of the ride, and discuss a little about "The Ride of Hope" that will start the morning after this year's annual ride in the Mohawk Valley. If you'd like to learn more about this ride and mission, click on the photos, they are labeled. These are photos I took last summer during one of their summer rides. Men, women, and teens dedicated to educating our children and bringing the missing and exploited home.
During the interview, Joe Kelly, who was one of the initial seven to participate in The Ride of Hope, asks how people can donate to help support the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children and their Ride for Missing Children. As part of this online form you can make your gift in honor or memory of someone, like our sweet Heidi Allen. You can also designate it for The Ride for Missing Children or The Ride of Hope in memory of someone. Thank you in advance if you click on the link to give a gift to the center. My sister, Heidi Allen, hoped to work with children one day, especially those who needed a little extra love and support. To support this organization and these two events in memory of Heidi, is one way her name and desire is carried forward. The National Center for Missing and Exploited Children is, and will always, be a blessing we count. To volunteer, share, and give back to them is one way we are able to show appreciation. Thank you NCMEC and all involved in the rides, you make a difference each and every day...may your mission to "Make our children safer, one child at a time." continue to be a reality! Thank you NCMEC, Ride for Missing & Exploited Children,
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I need to get my A-game on. Does anyone reading this blog relate?
Is there something you want to write, build, organize,
re-purpose, or just want changed?
Maybe I'm alone in this feeling or slump, but I don't think so.
Is there something you want to write, build, organize,
re-purpose, or just want changed?
Maybe I'm alone in this feeling or slump, but I don't think so.
TRUE CONFESSION of the Christian author and speaker. I've fallen into some bad habits. Habits that effect the rest of my day and life. Instead of getting up at 4:45 a.m. to spend time in the Word, journaling, and in prayer...I'm starting the coffee and "doing". Some days, the doing tires me out. A friend once told me, just because the Bible says, "Listen to my voice in the morning, LORD. Each morning I bring my requests to you and wait expectantly." Psalm 5:3 NLT, doesn't mean we can only have quiet time with God first thing in the morning.
It's important to lift our gratitude for each new day, something I try to do before I put my feet on the floor or start the coffee pot. Without much success, I've attempted quiet times during the day, later in the afternoon, or in the evening if the house was quiet yet my head and heart aren't there. It's just a ritual of something I'm "supposed" to do. It's this revelation that reminds me, God doesn't want to me a "to-do-item" on the list. For all He does for us, He deserves more. Some might be able to spend this quiet time at various times of the day, to fit their schedule. But sadly, this girl, is such a creature of habit, I enjoy the time in the morning.
One thing I've learned, when I pray before closing my eyes, "God, will you wake me in the morning so I can spend time with you?" He is always faithful to wake me, usually well before the alarm, and I don't hit the snooze because I wake feeling rested. It might just be the way I'm wired. I'm a morning person, so to start my day reading my Bible, talking with God (aka - praying), listening to God, and even journaling a few of the things I'm thankful for, the things I praise God for, and then a few prayer requests...sets the tone for the remainder of my day.
Why do I share this honest and embarrassing fact? To show how very human, imperfect, and weak I can be in my own strength. Another reason to share this with you all, because I know my nature. While I've confessed this weakness to God and asked for forgiveness, I think to share with all of you is like have accountability partners. Think about it. When we attempt to start eating healthy, exercising, or lose weight...we ALWAYS do better when someone comes along side us and joins us. You can pray for, encourage, and gently remind (in love)...to keep moving forward with the end reward in sight.
While the reward of spending time with God can't be measured on a scale or with our fitness app, it will be visible through the actions, words, and thoughts we exhibit to those we interact with. Isn't it worth it, time with God will not give you a trophy for your shelf but IT WILL prepare your heart for the day and your soul for eternity. So why am I not getting up in the morning? Why can't I get over the uncomfortableness of quiet time in the afternoon? I don't know the answer to these questions but I do know as the availability to sit on the deck increases, my desire to spend time with Him increases.
So am I alone in this struggle?
It's important to lift our gratitude for each new day, something I try to do before I put my feet on the floor or start the coffee pot. Without much success, I've attempted quiet times during the day, later in the afternoon, or in the evening if the house was quiet yet my head and heart aren't there. It's just a ritual of something I'm "supposed" to do. It's this revelation that reminds me, God doesn't want to me a "to-do-item" on the list. For all He does for us, He deserves more. Some might be able to spend this quiet time at various times of the day, to fit their schedule. But sadly, this girl, is such a creature of habit, I enjoy the time in the morning.
One thing I've learned, when I pray before closing my eyes, "God, will you wake me in the morning so I can spend time with you?" He is always faithful to wake me, usually well before the alarm, and I don't hit the snooze because I wake feeling rested. It might just be the way I'm wired. I'm a morning person, so to start my day reading my Bible, talking with God (aka - praying), listening to God, and even journaling a few of the things I'm thankful for, the things I praise God for, and then a few prayer requests...sets the tone for the remainder of my day.
Why do I share this honest and embarrassing fact? To show how very human, imperfect, and weak I can be in my own strength. Another reason to share this with you all, because I know my nature. While I've confessed this weakness to God and asked for forgiveness, I think to share with all of you is like have accountability partners. Think about it. When we attempt to start eating healthy, exercising, or lose weight...we ALWAYS do better when someone comes along side us and joins us. You can pray for, encourage, and gently remind (in love)...to keep moving forward with the end reward in sight.
While the reward of spending time with God can't be measured on a scale or with our fitness app, it will be visible through the actions, words, and thoughts we exhibit to those we interact with. Isn't it worth it, time with God will not give you a trophy for your shelf but IT WILL prepare your heart for the day and your soul for eternity. So why am I not getting up in the morning? Why can't I get over the uncomfortableness of quiet time in the afternoon? I don't know the answer to these questions but I do know as the availability to sit on the deck increases, my desire to spend time with Him increases.
So am I alone in this struggle?
When is your favorite quiet time?
Are you a creature of habit like me?
Will you share below?
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The Oswego Children's Theater's Teen Ensemble will
present a performance of their award winning production of
Thornton Wilder's classic play "Our Town" 7 P.M.
on Saturday April 25th
at the New Haven Congregational Church
The Show was recently performed at the The Michael J. Harms Theater Festival
at Campus of Cayuga Community College, where it won a participation award as well as.
Honorable Mention Acting Awards for cast members Abby Fields and Caitlyn McAfee.
The Cast includes:
Ryan Smith as George Gibbs
Abby Field, as Emily Webb
Mary Buske as Mr. Gibbs
Megan Shafer as Mrs. Gibbs
Jessica Johnston, as Mrs. Webb
Caroline Gray, as Mrs. Soames
Caitlyn McAfee, as Rebecca
Ethan Cliff as Wally
Megan Shafer and Mary Buske, as the Stage Managers.
Our Town, explores the lives of people living in a small, quintessentially American town.
It was first produced in 1938 and received the Pulitzer Prize for Literature.
Lyndsie Lee Jones will direct this production assisted by Wayne and Kelly Mosher.
The show will presented in the shortened form that it was performed in at the festival.
Tickets are ONLY $5.00
For more information call 315 342 5265 or 315 529 1009
present a performance of their award winning production of
Thornton Wilder's classic play "Our Town" 7 P.M.
on Saturday April 25th
at the New Haven Congregational Church
The Show was recently performed at the The Michael J. Harms Theater Festival
at Campus of Cayuga Community College, where it won a participation award as well as.
Honorable Mention Acting Awards for cast members Abby Fields and Caitlyn McAfee.
The Cast includes:
Ryan Smith as George Gibbs
Abby Field, as Emily Webb
Mary Buske as Mr. Gibbs
Megan Shafer as Mrs. Gibbs
Jessica Johnston, as Mrs. Webb
Caroline Gray, as Mrs. Soames
Caitlyn McAfee, as Rebecca
Ethan Cliff as Wally
Megan Shafer and Mary Buske, as the Stage Managers.
Our Town, explores the lives of people living in a small, quintessentially American town.
It was first produced in 1938 and received the Pulitzer Prize for Literature.
Lyndsie Lee Jones will direct this production assisted by Wayne and Kelly Mosher.
The show will presented in the shortened form that it was performed in at the festival.
Tickets are ONLY $5.00
For more information call 315 342 5265 or 315 529 1009
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About this time last year I started to outline, plan, and organize thoughts, notes, and ideas for the sequel to Where's Heidi? One Sister's Journey. The idea of spending the summer on the deck writing motivated me yet something in the pit of my stomach kept me from getting my groove on. I don't know what my issue was but as July transitioned into summer, to write just overwhelmed me. I found myself questioning every word and doubting God's call on my life to write. More or less to write for Him. I'd like to say school started in the fall and the inspiration returned, but it didn't.
As Spring slowly returns and speaking engagements return to the calendar, I find myself more inspired and motivated to seek quiet time with God. One thing I like to do is pray for an event, those who will attend, and for God's message to be shared through me. A friend mentored me a few years ago when I started this journey and she said, "You want people to leave talking about God and how He worked through Heidi's kidnapping and your life, not about you." This is a lesson I treasure and keep close to my heart as I pray and prepare. I hope to achieve this each time, whether it's a faith-filled event or one outside the church setting.
Similar to last year, the ideas to write and create are starting to overtake my thoughts. I love this aspect of the creative brain. As I strive to incorporate and develop better habits for my spiritual health, I hope this will show through all I say, think, and do. I try to keep a "Pollyanna" attitude but sometimes I just feel like poor Pollyanna at the end of the movie, in need of some encouragement or a reminder to get moving forward and "Get over it". We don't get over some things but it's possible to move forward and embrace life's challenges as they mold us into the person we are today and tomorrow. I don't know what the summer has in store but I know one thing, I hope to do more and make my parents, husband, daughter, friends, family, and God proud.
Will the sequel to Where's Heidi? One Sister's Journey be announced on Heidi's birthday in September?
Will another book release at the end of the school year?
Will I take a break from "writing the next book" to just write, reflect, and seek His direction?
Only God knows yet I'm trusting His lead and will prayerfully follow. Here's to the exciting time ahead...each day is a gift, a gift I choose to embrace and thank God for. I hope you will do the same.
As Spring slowly returns and speaking engagements return to the calendar, I find myself more inspired and motivated to seek quiet time with God. One thing I like to do is pray for an event, those who will attend, and for God's message to be shared through me. A friend mentored me a few years ago when I started this journey and she said, "You want people to leave talking about God and how He worked through Heidi's kidnapping and your life, not about you." This is a lesson I treasure and keep close to my heart as I pray and prepare. I hope to achieve this each time, whether it's a faith-filled event or one outside the church setting.
Similar to last year, the ideas to write and create are starting to overtake my thoughts. I love this aspect of the creative brain. As I strive to incorporate and develop better habits for my spiritual health, I hope this will show through all I say, think, and do. I try to keep a "Pollyanna" attitude but sometimes I just feel like poor Pollyanna at the end of the movie, in need of some encouragement or a reminder to get moving forward and "Get over it". We don't get over some things but it's possible to move forward and embrace life's challenges as they mold us into the person we are today and tomorrow. I don't know what the summer has in store but I know one thing, I hope to do more and make my parents, husband, daughter, friends, family, and God proud.
Will the sequel to Where's Heidi? One Sister's Journey be announced on Heidi's birthday in September?
Will another book release at the end of the school year?
Will I take a break from "writing the next book" to just write, reflect, and seek His direction?
Only God knows yet I'm trusting His lead and will prayerfully follow. Here's to the exciting time ahead...each day is a gift, a gift I choose to embrace and thank God for. I hope you will do the same.
What does the warmer weather and change of season inspire you to do?
What is the story God is calling you to create?
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The first time I saw this I noticed something spectacular about the birds in the center. Do you see it? Or did you see a smiley face first and then realize the two eyes and mouth were birds soaring into the sunset? I think this is beautiful for a couple reasons.
First, I enjoy sunrises and sunsets. Second, the photographer captured three birds flying with God's painting as a background. Did he/she realize the three birds looked like a smiley face when they clicked the picture or was it a revelation upon developing or downloading the photo? It's a mystery.
First, I enjoy sunrises and sunsets. Second, the photographer captured three birds flying with God's painting as a background. Did he/she realize the three birds looked like a smiley face when they clicked the picture or was it a revelation upon developing or downloading the photo? It's a mystery.
Have you ever taken a photo of one thing
and then after seeing the photograph,
you captured something far more
beautiful or amazing than your original vision?
Will you share with us now?
My goodness, it has been an exciting couple days. I don't typically share aches, pains, or health related ailments on the blog but this recent foot pain knocked me off my feet, literally. The discomfort started last summer as the season transitioned into Fall. It still bothered into the winter yet when winter cold shifted so warmer weather could arrive, so did the discomforted. The shift for my right foot was from discomfort, to an annoyance pain, and now...constant and sometimes piercing pain.
After this weekend, it became apparent it was time to call the doctor. My parents were so concerned, they called and made the appointment to make sure I went. I guess I can be stubborn. Since sharing about my foot and heel pain, many suggested it could be plantar fasciitis or a bone spur. My friend, Lisa, suggested this last year and offered exercises I could do to alleviate the discomfort. I mentioned it to my doctor last year and again this year when I had my physical. He suggested I continue the exercises.
I've rolled tennis balls and frozen water bottles under my foot. I graciously allowed my sweet husband and daughter the pleasure of massaging my foot, and even my calve this past week. In truth, I am SO GRATEFUL for Ed and Mags willingness to help, I'm sure it was their help that helped my fasciitis keep in check.
The suggestion from Facebook friends included many things I've tried:
*rolling frozen water bottle under my foot
*rolling a tennis ball under my foot
*soaking my foot with Epson Salt (I added peppermint and lavender) - only did lavender at night because I would fall asleep
*calve stretches
*new walking/running sneaks with additional support
Monday night, Dad and I spent almost two hours searching YouTube for videos on strategies to counter plantar fasciitis and bone spurs. A few mentioned using a rolling pin. We laughed and Dad said he wasn't eating my baking if I start rolling my foot on the rolling pin. I planned to pick up a cheap rolling pin at the dollar store but instead, Dad disappeared to his wood shop. He returned with this nifty cut branch, no rolling pin needed now.
After this weekend, it became apparent it was time to call the doctor. My parents were so concerned, they called and made the appointment to make sure I went. I guess I can be stubborn. Since sharing about my foot and heel pain, many suggested it could be plantar fasciitis or a bone spur. My friend, Lisa, suggested this last year and offered exercises I could do to alleviate the discomfort. I mentioned it to my doctor last year and again this year when I had my physical. He suggested I continue the exercises.
I've rolled tennis balls and frozen water bottles under my foot. I graciously allowed my sweet husband and daughter the pleasure of massaging my foot, and even my calve this past week. In truth, I am SO GRATEFUL for Ed and Mags willingness to help, I'm sure it was their help that helped my fasciitis keep in check.
The suggestion from Facebook friends included many things I've tried:
*rolling frozen water bottle under my foot
*rolling a tennis ball under my foot
*soaking my foot with Epson Salt (I added peppermint and lavender) - only did lavender at night because I would fall asleep
*calve stretches
*new walking/running sneaks with additional support
Monday night, Dad and I spent almost two hours searching YouTube for videos on strategies to counter plantar fasciitis and bone spurs. A few mentioned using a rolling pin. We laughed and Dad said he wasn't eating my baking if I start rolling my foot on the rolling pin. I planned to pick up a cheap rolling pin at the dollar store but instead, Dad disappeared to his wood shop. He returned with this nifty cut branch, no rolling pin needed now.
The doctor sent me to the hospital for X-rays. They called this morning and confirmed I have a small heel/spur. YIKES, if this is small. The podiatrist is able to see me next Monday. I'm very grateful. The doctor yesterday said I have no restrictions and can walk as tolerated. I hope to at least walk a mile or so today.
Thanks for the suggestions, strategies, and prayers. My plan is to follow the doctor's orders and pray the podiatrist will offer more suggestions. If our research is true, orthotics will help and the "right" sneak. A visit to Fleet Feet is in the near future I think. While grateful for a place with the ability to fit me to just the right sneaker, I am nervous about the price tag. I hear it's at least a $100-$200 visit. BUT if this means I can walk and function pain free, it is an investment in my health.
Thanks for the suggestions, strategies, and prayers. My plan is to follow the doctor's orders and pray the podiatrist will offer more suggestions. If our research is true, orthotics will help and the "right" sneak. A visit to Fleet Feet is in the near future I think. While grateful for a place with the ability to fit me to just the right sneaker, I am nervous about the price tag. I hear it's at least a $100-$200 visit. BUT if this means I can walk and function pain free, it is an investment in my health.
I wonder if there is a manufacturer that makes a sandal or flip flop for the woman with plantar fasciitis and bone spurs. Warning sneaks just don't compliment a cute dress or capris, especially with my size ten boats. If you've found a shoe for "dress", let me know.
If looking cute is a thing of the past but the pain is relieved with exercise and a change of sneaks, then I'll be the geeky mom wearing sneaks with her dresses. I'll look like Mama, from Mama's Family. Teehee...won't Mags be proud.
If looking cute is a thing of the past but the pain is relieved with exercise and a change of sneaks, then I'll be the geeky mom wearing sneaks with her dresses. I'll look like Mama, from Mama's Family. Teehee...won't Mags be proud.
I've heard some great strategies, home remedies, and medical treatments.
I look forward to seeing the doctor on Monday and a healthy foot once again.
"It didn't get this bad overnight, it won't heal overnight." As my primary doctor told me.
Have you experienced a heel/bone spur before?
What provided the most relief or was no help at all?
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For the past few weeks, since the snow stopped and the weather warmed above freezing, I've been getting out for a daily walk. When Fall transitioned to Winter, I was walking a few days a week at a similar length. I stopped walking daily because my one foot/heel/ankle would get sore after walking. During the winter, this discomfort has become painful at times, while annoying at others. BUT, this past week, the discomfort has crossed the line to pain.
Yesterday was spent finishing up items needed for my daughter's junior prom. This involved walking, traveling, and more walking. Once home, my foot and ankle were throbbing. At one point, while at the mall, something happened and the pain stopped me. I hid it from my family (or so I thought) and continued our fun day. We stopped at my parents on our way home, to show them the great deals to compliment the dress. Somehow, my dear husband let it slip to my parents about my foot pain. He even mentioned the incident at the mall, guess I wasn't as sly as I thought.
With a promise to visit the doctor this week, my parents released me into the care of their son-in-law. Once a parent, always a parent. I felt like a high schooler again, "Lisa, you need to call the doctor, blah blah, blah..." and more loving encouragement and guidance. All kidding aside, I'm glad my husband and parents love me enough to nag and make sure I do what's right for me. I haven't wanted to miss school and was hoping it would subside and I could have it checked in July after school was out.
BUT...this is not the case. If the doctor was open on Sunday, I'd be there today, but since it's not, I'll wait and call in the morning. Dr. Dad, Dr. Mom, and Dr. Ed, gave their probably diagnosis. Their thoughts are the same as my friend, Dr. Lisa, who I entrusted this information to a few weeks ago. I looked it up and I'm happy there are many steps before they tell me "stop walking" or toss me on crutches or something. Part of this foot annoyance makes me laugh. I've nagged a certain loved one for months about getting to the doctor and doing what the doctor told her yet never mentioned my foot to my doctor and now it's much worse. Hmm...genetics...or as some would say, "If you plant corn, you get corn."
I'll admit, I haven't had the foot checked because I'm afraid of what the doctor might say or worse yet, that he would dare take me out of work. But the time has come for medical direction and diagnosis so nothing worse happens and if my family and friend diagnosis are correct, there are many steps I can do from home that require no surgery or missed work time. Praying it's a healing course of specific foot exercises and rest after I get home from work. I don't want to miss my daily 5k walk, and the visiting with my aunt, but it's time to deal with this. Annoyance has upped it's game to pain, so hi ho, hi ho, it's off to the doctor I go.
I'll keep you posted on the foot - for today, as much as I really want to walk at least one mile, it's not happening. If you think of it, keep my foot/ankle in prayer for complete healing and wisdom for the doctor. Ed might want you to pray I listen and obey but he's not writing the blog so he can't ask. Thanks for following the blog. I don't normally share the bumps and bruises here but just in case you needed a chuckle (because I'm too stubborn and haven't made it to the doctor), or you want to shake your finger at me to "take care of yourself girl" (as some loved ones have in the past couple days). Either way, here I am...sore foot and all. Hope you had a wonderful and relaxing weekend, with some time outdoors to enjoy the sunshine and warm weather before the rain moves through.
Yesterday was spent finishing up items needed for my daughter's junior prom. This involved walking, traveling, and more walking. Once home, my foot and ankle were throbbing. At one point, while at the mall, something happened and the pain stopped me. I hid it from my family (or so I thought) and continued our fun day. We stopped at my parents on our way home, to show them the great deals to compliment the dress. Somehow, my dear husband let it slip to my parents about my foot pain. He even mentioned the incident at the mall, guess I wasn't as sly as I thought.
With a promise to visit the doctor this week, my parents released me into the care of their son-in-law. Once a parent, always a parent. I felt like a high schooler again, "Lisa, you need to call the doctor, blah blah, blah..." and more loving encouragement and guidance. All kidding aside, I'm glad my husband and parents love me enough to nag and make sure I do what's right for me. I haven't wanted to miss school and was hoping it would subside and I could have it checked in July after school was out.
BUT...this is not the case. If the doctor was open on Sunday, I'd be there today, but since it's not, I'll wait and call in the morning. Dr. Dad, Dr. Mom, and Dr. Ed, gave their probably diagnosis. Their thoughts are the same as my friend, Dr. Lisa, who I entrusted this information to a few weeks ago. I looked it up and I'm happy there are many steps before they tell me "stop walking" or toss me on crutches or something. Part of this foot annoyance makes me laugh. I've nagged a certain loved one for months about getting to the doctor and doing what the doctor told her yet never mentioned my foot to my doctor and now it's much worse. Hmm...genetics...or as some would say, "If you plant corn, you get corn."
I'll admit, I haven't had the foot checked because I'm afraid of what the doctor might say or worse yet, that he would dare take me out of work. But the time has come for medical direction and diagnosis so nothing worse happens and if my family and friend diagnosis are correct, there are many steps I can do from home that require no surgery or missed work time. Praying it's a healing course of specific foot exercises and rest after I get home from work. I don't want to miss my daily 5k walk, and the visiting with my aunt, but it's time to deal with this. Annoyance has upped it's game to pain, so hi ho, hi ho, it's off to the doctor I go.
I'll keep you posted on the foot - for today, as much as I really want to walk at least one mile, it's not happening. If you think of it, keep my foot/ankle in prayer for complete healing and wisdom for the doctor. Ed might want you to pray I listen and obey but he's not writing the blog so he can't ask. Thanks for following the blog. I don't normally share the bumps and bruises here but just in case you needed a chuckle (because I'm too stubborn and haven't made it to the doctor), or you want to shake your finger at me to "take care of yourself girl" (as some loved ones have in the past couple days). Either way, here I am...sore foot and all. Hope you had a wonderful and relaxing weekend, with some time outdoors to enjoy the sunshine and warm weather before the rain moves through.
Have you ever let fear keep you from going to the doctors?
Once at the doctors, did you laugh because the diagnosis had an easy solution?
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The alarm went off at 6:50 a.m., while tempted to hit the snooze, I decided to get myself up and out of bed to enjoy this beautiful day. The only reason I had to remain snuggled in was to find out how my dream ended. Have you experienced a morning like this? You are involved in a dream, full color, and you're just reaching the end...when the alarm BUZZ! BUZZ!...interrupts. That was today.
Within ten minutes, the dream has vanished. The exciting conclusion I awaited has disappeared. I don't even remember what I was dreaming about. All I can recall is the feeling of wanting to sleep just seven more minutes to see how it ended. As much as I'd like to say I know how the dream ended, I am much happier to have put my feet on the floor and got up.
With a hot cup of coffee in hand and a camera around my neck, I made my way to the deck. I'm so glad I did. With the sun streaming through the bare branches, the birds singing, and a light breeze to spread the fresh air...I was in paradise. While the dream might have ended well, I probably would have forgotten before the coffee finished brewing BUT the view, sound, and fresh air I absorbed are forever a memory in my brain. Rather than focus on the dream, I'm choosing to enjoy reality.
Within ten minutes, the dream has vanished. The exciting conclusion I awaited has disappeared. I don't even remember what I was dreaming about. All I can recall is the feeling of wanting to sleep just seven more minutes to see how it ended. As much as I'd like to say I know how the dream ended, I am much happier to have put my feet on the floor and got up.
With a hot cup of coffee in hand and a camera around my neck, I made my way to the deck. I'm so glad I did. With the sun streaming through the bare branches, the birds singing, and a light breeze to spread the fresh air...I was in paradise. While the dream might have ended well, I probably would have forgotten before the coffee finished brewing BUT the view, sound, and fresh air I absorbed are forever a memory in my brain. Rather than focus on the dream, I'm choosing to enjoy reality.
The faithful love of the Lord never ends!
His mercies never cease.
Great is his faithfulness;
his mercies begin afresh each morning.
Lamentations 3:22-23
Dream or Reality...what will you choose?
What is the best dream you had to "leave"
because the alarm woke you up?
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Last week and through the weekend we celebrated National Sibling Day with a few sharing a childhood memory, and thousands of you reading these journeys to times of past. To celebrate such an important day, I gave away one of each of my books, winners were announced on Sunday. I've heard from all but one winner, books will be mailed tomorrow at the latest.
Monday evening, my family and I traveled to join cyclists, volunteers, and National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (NCMEC) staff at the Mohawk Valley Community College for their April Ride for Missing Children (RMC) Meeting. Most of you know how dear this organization and group of individuals are to me and my family. As we walked across campus and started to give and receive hugs from all, my heart soared. God used these selfless and wonderful people to boost my spirits. Their energy is contagious.
While there, I had the opportunity to spend a few minutes talking about my sister, Heidi Allen, the RMC, and the impact they are making in the lives of their communities and the families of the missing and exploited. It was such a powerful evening, Wendy Fical, Program Director for the Mohawk Valley's RMC, shared a recovery story. A child recovered because someone recognized a child's face on the poster and they picked up their phone and called. They brought a child home and saved her from sex trafficking.
In addition to the emotional stories of recovery and hope from being a part of this beautiful family, we were able to catch up with friends and make new ones. A couple riders and myself might even start a Bible study, meeting once a month throughout the year. I think this is so cool!
While this only counts for one day's absence, the emotional drain wiped me out. A drain I wouldn't exchange because while drained, I'm uplifted, encouraged, and ready to move forward with more hope and energy than I've had in months. Thank you to my RMC family.
In addition, I haven't even turned my computer on in the evenings. Rather than burrowing in my office, I've spent time walking, watching shows, and enjoying time with my friends and family. This evening starts new schedules and routines, so in a sense, "free time" for me to write. I might work on my next book. I've puttered here and there yet couldn't get my head, or heart, into it. Thanks to this week's recharge, it's time!
Monday evening, my family and I traveled to join cyclists, volunteers, and National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (NCMEC) staff at the Mohawk Valley Community College for their April Ride for Missing Children (RMC) Meeting. Most of you know how dear this organization and group of individuals are to me and my family. As we walked across campus and started to give and receive hugs from all, my heart soared. God used these selfless and wonderful people to boost my spirits. Their energy is contagious.
While there, I had the opportunity to spend a few minutes talking about my sister, Heidi Allen, the RMC, and the impact they are making in the lives of their communities and the families of the missing and exploited. It was such a powerful evening, Wendy Fical, Program Director for the Mohawk Valley's RMC, shared a recovery story. A child recovered because someone recognized a child's face on the poster and they picked up their phone and called. They brought a child home and saved her from sex trafficking.
In addition to the emotional stories of recovery and hope from being a part of this beautiful family, we were able to catch up with friends and make new ones. A couple riders and myself might even start a Bible study, meeting once a month throughout the year. I think this is so cool!
While this only counts for one day's absence, the emotional drain wiped me out. A drain I wouldn't exchange because while drained, I'm uplifted, encouraged, and ready to move forward with more hope and energy than I've had in months. Thank you to my RMC family.
In addition, I haven't even turned my computer on in the evenings. Rather than burrowing in my office, I've spent time walking, watching shows, and enjoying time with my friends and family. This evening starts new schedules and routines, so in a sense, "free time" for me to write. I might work on my next book. I've puttered here and there yet couldn't get my head, or heart, into it. Thanks to this week's recharge, it's time!
What recharges and inspires you
to move forward when you feel drained?
I wonder if anyone from Monday's meeting
can share the symbol your shadows represent?
Thank you again to everyone who left a comment on the blog to share a memory with your siblings. Some didn't post on the blog but shared in person or in a private message. Regardless of whether our siblings are in our life, still alive, or living next door...it's important to celebrate, remember, and share the memories we have.
While not everyone has positive and happy memories with a sibling, rather than focus on the negative, think back to a happy and joyful memory with friends and other family members. Heidi and I were blessed with a multitude of happy memories and time with each other. Today is National Only Child Day, a day my daughter celebrates. For those without a sibling, celebrate your family and friends, make memories and celebrate the positives.
Congratulations to my FIVE winners. Can you believe I miscounted my own books? Yikes! This is embarrassing. You still benefit though, because instead of four books, five are being given away. To my lucky winners, be sure to email your address to me at lbuskewriter@aol.com so I can mail your book to you. If you want it signed to anyone in particular, please let me know that too. Thanks for sharing a memory with me and all my readers. Your memories triggered memories and conversations with others, keep sharing them. Who knows, maybe one of your memories is the next best seller.
While not everyone has positive and happy memories with a sibling, rather than focus on the negative, think back to a happy and joyful memory with friends and other family members. Heidi and I were blessed with a multitude of happy memories and time with each other. Today is National Only Child Day, a day my daughter celebrates. For those without a sibling, celebrate your family and friends, make memories and celebrate the positives.
Congratulations to my FIVE winners. Can you believe I miscounted my own books? Yikes! This is embarrassing. You still benefit though, because instead of four books, five are being given away. To my lucky winners, be sure to email your address to me at lbuskewriter@aol.com so I can mail your book to you. If you want it signed to anyone in particular, please let me know that too. Thanks for sharing a memory with me and all my readers. Your memories triggered memories and conversations with others, keep sharing them. Who knows, maybe one of your memories is the next best seller.
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Thanks to all who shared, commented, and celebrated National Sibling's Day!
Congratulations to my FIVE Winners...
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I knew my brain was on overload lately between the hearing, being sick, and having ones I love not feeling well but as I drove to school this morning, I realized how "out of it" I am. Today is National Sibling Day! A day I try to do a blog in honor and memory of my beautiful sister.
Rather than beat myself up for not remembering the national holiday, I was reminded that I remember Heidi each and every day. It must be genetic. Our family is known for "not waiting" when it comes to expressing our love, thankfulness, and appreciation of each other.
For me, every day is sibling day, Heidi will always be remembered and I'll share the stories I have as long as you're willing to read. Since it is National Sibling Day, I've decided to honor my sweet sister and that infectious smile by giving away a few books!
To be entered for a chance to win a free book ~ leave a comment, on this blog, below to share your favorite "sibling" memory. I'll try and share a new memory when I announce the winners on Sunday.
My hope is to give away at least one copy of each of my books:
Where's Heidi? One Sister's Journey
When the Waves Subside: There is Hope
No More Pain: I Can Fly
YOU are a Rainbow
Encourage Others: One More Time
Share Your Favorite Sibling Memory Below...
If you are an only child ~ share Your Favorite Childhood Memory!
Who knows, your story might not only bring a smile or tear to another's eyes, it may bring a FREE book to your mailbox.
Be sure to enter your email when posting your comment on the blog. I'll post the winners this weekend.
You have until Sunday, 4/12/15, afternoon.
We Look forward to hearing your sibling memories,
memories are a treasure we carry in our hearts,
regardless of the distance between us and our sibling.
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Each flyer above has a link if you want to print and post in your area or share on Social Media. Thank you!
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Thank you for remembering Heidi and sharing a little hope on your social media.
Photos designed and used with permission from Donna Seabrook ~ Thank you again Donna!
Since January, some family and friends have attended the hearings, one month and one week at a time. Today starts week four. The hearing is a result of motions (I think that is what they are called) filed in July 2014.
The hearing will determine if Heidi's kidnapper will receive a new trial. Some think the hearing will conclude this week and others aren't sure. I have no wisdom in this area but will be thankful when both sides have concluded. Like most of you, we have been praying for twenty-one years for the answer to my parent's first question...Where's Heidi?. A question left unanswered still.
As the hearing concludes, our hope and prayer is the same. Thanks to the recent stories and accounts, Heidi's case and disappearance are on the hearts and minds of many. Some who never knew Heidi are now aware. Awareness, discussion, hope, and prayers have multiplied over the past months...prayers for Heidi, truth, and justice.
Some ask, "How do you want me to pray?" or "What are you praying for?" I'll be honest, my prayer is the same today as April 3, 1994...for Heidi to be found. Today, I pray she is found so she can be given a proper burial and so my parent's dying words aren't, "Keep looking for Heidi, we love her but we can't wait any longer." Words I've heard from other loved ones before they closed their eyes and breathed their last breath. I can't bear the thought of this happening to my parents too, no parent should go through this.
No one knows what will happen today, this week, or after the judge renders his decision yet if this process helps to bring Heidi home...then prayers will be answered and we'll start the next portion of this journey.
As you think of Heidi, the hearing, and all involved - pray for Heidi to be found, for truth, and for justice. God is the Ultimate Judge and He knows the truth - may He reveal this and have all involved held accountable.
Thank you for remembering her, our family, her friends, and this beautiful community - this isn't easy for anyone...family, friends, neighbors, or the adults that were only children twenty-one years ago.
Compassion, kindness, and understanding are necessary for everyone affected by Heidi's kidnapping and this hearing. Holding out hope for Heidi and trusting God to make a way for her to come home...
The hearing will determine if Heidi's kidnapper will receive a new trial. Some think the hearing will conclude this week and others aren't sure. I have no wisdom in this area but will be thankful when both sides have concluded. Like most of you, we have been praying for twenty-one years for the answer to my parent's first question...Where's Heidi?. A question left unanswered still.
As the hearing concludes, our hope and prayer is the same. Thanks to the recent stories and accounts, Heidi's case and disappearance are on the hearts and minds of many. Some who never knew Heidi are now aware. Awareness, discussion, hope, and prayers have multiplied over the past months...prayers for Heidi, truth, and justice.
Some ask, "How do you want me to pray?" or "What are you praying for?" I'll be honest, my prayer is the same today as April 3, 1994...for Heidi to be found. Today, I pray she is found so she can be given a proper burial and so my parent's dying words aren't, "Keep looking for Heidi, we love her but we can't wait any longer." Words I've heard from other loved ones before they closed their eyes and breathed their last breath. I can't bear the thought of this happening to my parents too, no parent should go through this.
No one knows what will happen today, this week, or after the judge renders his decision yet if this process helps to bring Heidi home...then prayers will be answered and we'll start the next portion of this journey.
As you think of Heidi, the hearing, and all involved - pray for Heidi to be found, for truth, and for justice. God is the Ultimate Judge and He knows the truth - may He reveal this and have all involved held accountable.
Thank you for remembering her, our family, her friends, and this beautiful community - this isn't easy for anyone...family, friends, neighbors, or the adults that were only children twenty-one years ago.
Compassion, kindness, and understanding are necessary for everyone affected by Heidi's kidnapping and this hearing. Holding out hope for Heidi and trusting God to make a way for her to come home...
Thank you for lifting Heidi
in your prayers and positive thoughts...
May this process help bring her home.
#HopeHeidiAllen and #HeidiAllen
Visit the Where's Heidi? Facebook Page to join in sharing #HopeHeidiAllen and #HeidiAllen missing person flyers across the United States - look at where the flyer has been, just since last night.
181 Shares as of 7:07 a.m. on Tuesday - So far the flyers have been to New York, Pennsylvania, Colorado, California, South Carolina, North Carolina, Florida, Texas, Massachusetts, Maryland, Vermont, Georgia, Nevada, Louisiana, Montana, New Jersey, Indiana...
do you think we can keep it going?
181 Shares as of 7:07 a.m. on Tuesday - So far the flyers have been to New York, Pennsylvania, Colorado, California, South Carolina, North Carolina, Florida, Texas, Massachusetts, Maryland, Vermont, Georgia, Nevada, Louisiana, Montana, New Jersey, Indiana...
do you think we can keep it going?
One of the first lessons I learned when I started to date the man I'd marry was the difference in meal choices on holidays. I don't know about you, but until I started "venturing out" to another family's holiday festivities, I thought EVERYONE had ham on Easter. I was wrong. Did you know some dare to eat turkey? Everyone knows this is a Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner meal. Seriously!
Okay, relax. Before anyone gets to upset or the loud jeering of "Yes, yes, finally, someone understands." Guess what the first lesson I learned as the future bride to Mr. Buske, every family has their own traditions and their own favorite foods to enjoy on the holidays. Unlike my teen and early twenty-something self, this is not wrong, it's just different. Difference is what makes life interesting and also exposes us to tastes, aromas, and possibilities we may never know exist...if it wasn't for this variety. To have turkey on Easter is not taboo, it's just different than how I was raised.
Can anyone else relate or am I alone in this thought and realization? What sparks this main course discussion, or debate depending on who you share it with? Let me tell you, because yesterday my sister-in-law hosted the family after church and she had both ham and turkey so regardless of your Easter tradition, it was covered. (Well for herself, her in-laws, and guests) Everyone was happy and selected their meat of choice, or possibly had a sampling of both. Although I'm a "ham on Easter" gal, I must admit, the turkey smelled and looked so good...I ate turkey. (Yikes, don't tell my family, lol)
Okay, relax. Before anyone gets to upset or the loud jeering of "Yes, yes, finally, someone understands." Guess what the first lesson I learned as the future bride to Mr. Buske, every family has their own traditions and their own favorite foods to enjoy on the holidays. Unlike my teen and early twenty-something self, this is not wrong, it's just different. Difference is what makes life interesting and also exposes us to tastes, aromas, and possibilities we may never know exist...if it wasn't for this variety. To have turkey on Easter is not taboo, it's just different than how I was raised.
Can anyone else relate or am I alone in this thought and realization? What sparks this main course discussion, or debate depending on who you share it with? Let me tell you, because yesterday my sister-in-law hosted the family after church and she had both ham and turkey so regardless of your Easter tradition, it was covered. (Well for herself, her in-laws, and guests) Everyone was happy and selected their meat of choice, or possibly had a sampling of both. Although I'm a "ham on Easter" gal, I must admit, the turkey smelled and looked so good...I ate turkey. (Yikes, don't tell my family, lol)
Seriously...what is your families Easter traditional meal?
Do you have a holiday meal with the in-laws story to share?
Happy Monday!
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This Easter I did something different, rather than letting the busyness of preparation for today fill my time, I spent time with family and friends. Did I make the "break basket" to surprise my family today at dinner? No. Did I manage to prepare a special treat? No. BUT...I did enjoy time catching up with friends. I did enjoy a 3+ mile walk for a few days in a row. I did bake and frost cookies with daughter. I spent time with my parents.
One lesson I've learned, all the stuff, baked goods, and things will never replace the time spent and memories made with those we love and care about. So rather than stress on what I didn't do, I'm celebrating the new beginning of this year. It's not about the fancy break basket or treats, it's about Jesus sacrifice on the cross and resurrection this morning. It's Easter, a time to celebrate and enjoy life, love, family, and friends.
I hope you will do the same today! To share a snip-it of how God worked through social media over the weekend, check out how many people viewed, shared, and loved on Heidi...21 years later.
One lesson I've learned, all the stuff, baked goods, and things will never replace the time spent and memories made with those we love and care about. So rather than stress on what I didn't do, I'm celebrating the new beginning of this year. It's not about the fancy break basket or treats, it's about Jesus sacrifice on the cross and resurrection this morning. It's Easter, a time to celebrate and enjoy life, love, family, and friends.
I hope you will do the same today! To share a snip-it of how God worked through social media over the weekend, check out how many people viewed, shared, and loved on Heidi...21 years later.
Since Friday, the posters and flyers on just the Where's Heidi? page have been viewed almost 17,000 times as of 7 p.m., with 213 actual shares of the posters, and over 4,000 views just on Sean Kirst article remembering Heidi. That's over 20,000 views and shares of #HopeHeidiAllen#HeidiAllen
This doesn't count the views and shares on my personal page or your pages - may God use one of these views or shares to bring Heidi home. Thank you and again, HAPPY EASTER!
Thank you for your outpouring of love, support, and encouragement the past 21 years, and especially this weekend.
This doesn't count the views and shares on my personal page or your pages - may God use one of these views or shares to bring Heidi home. Thank you and again, HAPPY EASTER!
Thank you for your outpouring of love, support, and encouragement the past 21 years, and especially this weekend.
Have a wonderful day and
make some wonderful memories!
HAPPY EASTER!
Last year, for the 20th anniversary of Heidi's disappearance, Heidi's family, friends, and community gathered at the New Haven Fire Hall. Similar to 1994 when she disappeared, the doors flooded with people stopping to say hi, share a memory, and remember the young teen taken from us to soon. This year, with respect for Good Friday, we aren't gathering as a community to remember Heidi but instead, to remember the sacrifice of death on a cross by Jesus.
In years past I've spent a week or more sharing photos and memories with you all. Last year I did a short blog series called, "Missing My Sister: Heidi M. Allen" Part I, Part II, and Part III. To read these, click on the part you'd like to read. A look back to one year ago. One thing remains the same, I miss my sister and continue to pray she is found one day.
A tradition I enjoy and miss on Good Friday is the annual Cross Walk. A few years ago, my mother-in-law and one of my sister-in-laws, went together. As we walked through Oswego listening to Scriptures read, singing hymns, and alternating turns carrying the cross...there was something more special happening. The cross walk is a witness of our faith for others to see. I couldn't find information for the one in Oswego but there was one in Fulton, NY today. If you've never experienced a "Cross Walk", I encourage you to step out, it's beautiful. Sorry the blog posted after the start time this year, but mark it on your calendar for next year, you will be moved and understand the importance of Good Friday.
In years past I've spent a week or more sharing photos and memories with you all. Last year I did a short blog series called, "Missing My Sister: Heidi M. Allen" Part I, Part II, and Part III. To read these, click on the part you'd like to read. A look back to one year ago. One thing remains the same, I miss my sister and continue to pray she is found one day.
A tradition I enjoy and miss on Good Friday is the annual Cross Walk. A few years ago, my mother-in-law and one of my sister-in-laws, went together. As we walked through Oswego listening to Scriptures read, singing hymns, and alternating turns carrying the cross...there was something more special happening. The cross walk is a witness of our faith for others to see. I couldn't find information for the one in Oswego but there was one in Fulton, NY today. If you've never experienced a "Cross Walk", I encourage you to step out, it's beautiful. Sorry the blog posted after the start time this year, but mark it on your calendar for next year, you will be moved and understand the importance of Good Friday.
I had a few different ideas for a blog but with it being Good Friday, wasn’t sure how to move forward and share on this anniversary. God is faithful and answers prayer. Rather than writing more, I invite you to visit my friend, author, and speaker, Elaine W. Miller’s blog today. Her servant’s heart and gift to write are demonstrated once again. As she blogged about Good Friday, she remembered Heidi and those that love Heidi. To read Elaine’s blog, click here for a direct link. If you prefer to copy and paste, her website is: http://elainewmiller.blogspot.com/
In addition to Elaine’s blog, Sean Kirst wrote a beautiful article on Syracuse.com to highlight Heidi’s personality and a snip-it of how anniversaries and Easter effect our family and others who love and care for Heidi.
If other blogs or media share Heidi on this, the 21st anniversary of her abduction, I’ll try to post links below so you have one place to connect, view, and share. As always, thank you for remembering Heidi. Our family, her friends, and our community. Her kidnapping touched many lives, well beyond the extent we could ever reach. May God bless you in return.
Thank you News Channel 9 for sharing And remembering Heidi, like so many others, 21 years later.
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The photo on today's blog isn't new here, yet, it's one that still brings a smile to my face. My Dad worked a lot when we were younger to provide for his family but Dad always made sure he did things with us. One of my favorite times spent with Dad happened in the Spring, sometimes before the snow even melted completely. You might guess decorating the Easter eggs but this isn't the case.
Melting snow meant it was time to start throwing the softball around, practicing my pitch, and hitting some balls. Regardless of the length of Dad's work day, he would point at me through the kitchen window to meet him out back. Even if it was only a half hour, it was a couple hours each week spent bonding with my Dad while warming up some mad softball skills. Okay, they weren't mad but a girl can dream.
What does this have to do with coloring Easter eggs you are wondering? Both were time well spent with my Dad and some of my fondest memories. Mom was the scientist of the egg decorating, whereas we just dunked them, but Mom...oh my. If Easter egg coloring is a reflection of one's patience, then we should have known she could wait and endure anything. Her eggs were the prettiest but at the end of the day, they all tasted the same. LOL
Melting snow meant it was time to start throwing the softball around, practicing my pitch, and hitting some balls. Regardless of the length of Dad's work day, he would point at me through the kitchen window to meet him out back. Even if it was only a half hour, it was a couple hours each week spent bonding with my Dad while warming up some mad softball skills. Okay, they weren't mad but a girl can dream.
What does this have to do with coloring Easter eggs you are wondering? Both were time well spent with my Dad and some of my fondest memories. Mom was the scientist of the egg decorating, whereas we just dunked them, but Mom...oh my. If Easter egg coloring is a reflection of one's patience, then we should have known she could wait and endure anything. Her eggs were the prettiest but at the end of the day, they all tasted the same. LOL
In 1994, Easter wasn't about decorating Easter eggs or finding them. It was about finding Heidi, kidnapped on Easter morning while working alone. For the first decade after her abduction, Easter wasn't about the celebration of Jesus resurrection. It wasn't until more than ten years later that hope returned. Slowly and with the help of a restored faith and relationship with Jesus, Easter became the joyous holiday it is meant to be.
I shared of this hope and joy with a couple years ago, with Dr. Mary Starr, before she moved away. I had the honor to be a guest on her blog and Vimeo for an interview. An interview I shared on my blog also, so as to highlight each other in the process. As I looked through blogs of past Easters, I was reminded of my friend and our last meeting. Since this, Dr. Mary has established herself in Florida and is changing lives there as she shares the benefits of Young Living and healthy living.
Why do I share about decorating Easter eggs and an interview with Dr. Mary in the same blog? To be honest, I found the above interview as I searched my blog for another blog and realized there are many new followers and you might be interested in an interview from two years ago. Both a memory. Decorating eggs and sharing time with a friend as we talked about a mutual friend, my sister, Heidi M Allen. One thing I've learned in life, sometimes the oddest things will trigger a memory of something completely random and not on one's mind. It's often these memories that touch our hearts the most.
I shared of this hope and joy with a couple years ago, with Dr. Mary Starr, before she moved away. I had the honor to be a guest on her blog and Vimeo for an interview. An interview I shared on my blog also, so as to highlight each other in the process. As I looked through blogs of past Easters, I was reminded of my friend and our last meeting. Since this, Dr. Mary has established herself in Florida and is changing lives there as she shares the benefits of Young Living and healthy living.
Why do I share about decorating Easter eggs and an interview with Dr. Mary in the same blog? To be honest, I found the above interview as I searched my blog for another blog and realized there are many new followers and you might be interested in an interview from two years ago. Both a memory. Decorating eggs and sharing time with a friend as we talked about a mutual friend, my sister, Heidi M Allen. One thing I've learned in life, sometimes the oddest things will trigger a memory of something completely random and not on one's mind. It's often these memories that touch our hearts the most.
What does decorating Easter eggs remind you of? A person? Place? Tradition?
Will you share below? Thank you in advance.
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