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Deep Thirst and Living Water Last week I shared how I became dehydrated and wound up in the emergency room. You can find that post HERE if you missed it.     Thank you for your comments of support. Also, a big thank you to those of you able to laugh with me through that crazy experience.    I was sure I would wind up with a black eye or two for Thanksgiving, but my face cleared up and few people could tell anything had happened at all. I am happy my “hair stylist” trimmed my bangs exactly where they would need to fall to cover the protruding knots on my forehead. (Yep, I know how to use a pair of scissors.)   Unquenched thirst can lead to dehydration. Dehydration is dangerous. There are different kinds of thirst. There are serious consequences to dehydration.   Most of my readers know I am a believer… a follower of Jesus Christ. My experience at the Emergency Room reminded me of a story in the Bible.    The account takes place when Jesus is travel...

A Knot Head For Thanksgiving  “She had big blue eyes and dark wavy hair… And a knot on her head, but we didn’t care.”   Yep, that was me. It is part of a poem my mother wrote about me the year I was born. I was born with a knot on the crown of my head. It didn’t bother my parents. They loved me anyway.    I am sporting a new knot or two on my forehead this Thanksgiving. I was a bit dehydrated and passed out. Oh, how I hate to type those words. It makes me feel like a klutz… an “old” klutz.    But there were some good things to ponder; Some “Thanks-Giving” to be had. For instance:   ·       I didn’t damage the door jamb I thumped with my noggin. ·       The blood and subsequent vomit were all in one tidy puddle on the tile floor making for easy cleanup. ·       My daughter was a phone call away. ·       My good friend drove me to the hospital. ·       The hospital was not at all ...

  Cheers   Making your way in the world today Takes everything you've got Taking a break from all your worries Sure would help a lot Wouldn't you like to get away?   Sometimes you want to go Where everybody knows your name And they're always glad you came You want to be where you can see Our troubles are all the same You want to be where everybody knows your name.   Remember these lyrics from the television sitcom  Cheers ?  Cheers  was more than a bar in Boston. It was a gathering place for a wide variety of people. It was in the bar where they found a sense of community.   My husband used to say the theme song from this show would make a great song for church. The elders would likely have voted that one down, but he was right.   Tom and I found a sense of community at church. We were among a group of people whose values were similar to ours. We found people who enjoyed the same activities. We always felt welcomed   And church was a pla...

  Bring Home the Bacon   I often look to my own life and experiences as topics for this blog. Sometimes my life events strike a chord with my readers. Other times, I imagine they click on the link, yawn, and go their merry way. Bloggers want to write meaningful, enlightening posts.    But it doesn’t always happen.    Take this week.   I had several topics in mind, but I kept coming back to…are you ready? Bacon. Yes, I said bacon. B-A-C-O-N.   I had this craving for bacon. I don’t eat it often. In fact, I buy it so rarely, I’ve taken to frying it all at one time, eating a bit, and freezing the rest to zap in the microwave and eat later. Not this time.    At the store this week, I tried my best to pass the bin of bacon in the meat section. I told myself I didn’t need it. I walked on to grab the butter and milk on my list before circling back to the bacon. I picked up a package and examined it. “Too fatty.” I put it down and studied my list...

 The Marathon: Finish the Race   The last Sunday in October, my youngest daughter completed her first full marathon. She’s been training for months. Her goal was to run/walk the 26+ miles in five hours. She finished it in 4 hours and 53 minutes. Wow. I would still be running. No, make that crawling to the finish line.    Several friends said, “You must be so proud of her!”    I am. But there is more. I am challenged by her tenacity. Oh, I doubt I will ever run a marathon. I may attempt to walk the half marathon, but run? Not likely.    Kendall set a goal, developed a plan, trained for the event, engaged others in her quest, and pushed her way to the finish line.    I needed that “shot in the arm” reminder. Maybe you do, too.   I’ve certainly set goals and seen them to fruition in the past. It is how I managed to complete college and go on to earn my advanced degrees. It’s how I took charge of projects when I was a classroom teacher....