When you get that text or call…

I was getting a hearing exam Thursday (yesterday) and was in the chair with the thick ear pieces in my ear, hearing the series of beeps to say yes or no to.  When I was all done (hearing hasn’t changed – my old hearing aid was cleaned and still good) I checked my phone. 

It was unusual to have about seven missed calls and two texts when I’d only been unavailable for about an hour.  The one that came up first was:

“You need to call Colleen.  She got into an accident and is on her way to the emergency hospital.  We have been calling you over and over again.”  From her fiance.

The visions that pass through your mind suddenly in that situation are horrific.  It is probably not very different from when you have a near accident yourself and your life passes before your eyes.  I immediately called my daughter and heard her voice, a little weak but not faint, and she said that she had broken her nose in a car accident, and that her friend driving had some bumps and bruises but was okay.  The overwhelming joy was such a relief over the prior fear.  How lucky they were.  How strong the relief and how scary the thought of what could have been, what God protected us from.

Thankful for seatbelts and defensive driving maneuvers today!  Thank you, Lord, for your mercy to us all!

By the way, her noise wasn’t broken – at first they thought it was but after CT scan nothing was broken.  A concussion is suspected, so her injuries were treated as head injuries, and she underwent her 24 hours of not being allowed to sleep for more than two hours at a time (which, of course, we did not either).  That is happily over and she is okay, though still sore.

Love you girls!

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My story about Tionesta

A post I have been planning to write for a while…

First the present – we have been travelling together to Jefferson Co., Warren Co., and Forest Co., PA for Rog’s work for about a year now (he has been going longer) and it has often crossed my mind that I wanted to tell the Tionesta story.  I have not taken the time until now when I’m recuperating from a migraine and feel too tired to do anything else except type my data entry files that I need to do for our work– which I’m going to do next!

So I have become familiar once again with Tionesta (in Forest County) along with the neighboring Tidoute.  We see them every three months.  They are beautiful, in the PA Alleghenies.

My first experience of the Alleghenies and Tionesta was with my dad in about 1979 when I was about 14.  He had begun when I was about 11 to take me on a vacation every summer.  In approximate order it was 1977 – New York City, 1978 – Detroit and Ste. St. Marie, Michigan, and 1979 – Alleghenies, PA.  We started off driving 6 and/or 322 and I remember visiting Corry, Warren, Tionesta, and Oil City.

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(we were as a family in 2007 in Oil City when Rog worked there briefly gathering data for work – I have pics somewhere but not findable at the moment, this is from Google)

My dad and I also drove all around the rivers and mountains in the area, visiting Kinzua Dam, especially.

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I wsa so taken with the area, I decided someday I wanted to move there.  I also remember eating at a restaurant in the town of Tionesta that had delicious pie.  I don’t know if this is where we ate — http://www.pierogiemama.com/Pages/default.aspx but I know Rog and I had tried to eat there, but they’re only open for breakfast and lunch so we keep missing it!! 

When I was about 14, I wrote my own book about a girl named Karen, that lived in Tionesta, PA.  I loved that book and really thought it was the best writing I ever did.  I put my heart into it and it reflected a lot of things I was growing up with at the time, being overweight, lonely, learning to achieve my own goals, make friends, growing up.  I finished that story in 9th grade and totally was devastated when I no longer had the story anymore, as it was either lost or thrown away.  But that’s how important Tionesta was to me at that time…

Years later in 1984 when I met Roger and we started dating, we took a drive back there and ate at the same restaurant my dad and I did.  We drove many of the same roads as well.

We drove there in 84, and I think in 86 and 87 too – it’s getting a little blurry now!  We also discovered the Allegheny State Park in New York around that time, which my dad and I did not visit.  Camping there in 89 or so, 90, and 94, to my recollection, followed, with lots more wonderful memories!

Then we have our own NEW memories in Tidoute, which I don’t remember from before.  So we have a neat progression of very old history, with my dad; still old history with my husband going back all the way to our dating years; and then brand new history in a new town in the mountains.

 

Tidoute overlook, PA.

Reflections on Christmas cards and wrapping traditions, and our year.

SONGS that moved me this year:

 

There you have my probable two favorite songs of the year. One is the reflection upon the heavenly eternal Christmas where we think of eternity with Him and our place in the heavens. I do think about that, though, of course, I want to be sure to serve others here on earth and do my best here as well – our home is here, but There as well —

Worthy is the,

Lamb who was slain

Holy, Holy, is He

Sing a new song, to Him who sits on

Heaven’s Mercy Seat

[Repeat 2x]

(Chorus)

Holy, Holy, Holy

Is the Lord God Almighty

Who was, and is, and is to come

With all creation I sing:

Praise to the King of Kings!

You are my everything,

And I will adore You…!

Yeah!

Clothed in rainbows, of living color

Flashes of lightning, rolls of thunder

Blessing and honor, strength and

Glory and power be

To You the Only Wise King,

Yeah

(Chorus)

Holy, Holy, Holy

Is the Lord God Almighty

Who was, and is, and is to come, yeah

With all creation I sing:

Praise to the King of Kings!

You are my everything,

And – I – will – adore You!

Yeah!

Filled with wonder,

Awestruck wonder

At the mention of Your Name

Jesus, Your Name is Power

Breath, and Living Water

Such a marvelous mystery

Yeah…

(Chorus)

Holy, Holy, Holy

Is the Lord God Almighty

Who was, and is, and is to come, yeah

With all creation I sing:

Praise to the King of Kings!

You are my everything,

And – I – will – adore You!

Holy, Holy, Holy

Is the Lord God Almighty

Who was, and is, and is to come,

With all creation I sing:

Praise to the King of Kings!

You are my everything,

And – I – will – adore YOU…

(Chorus) (Repeat at a cappella)

Come up lift up His Name

To the King of Kings…

We will adore YOU Lord…

King of heaven and earth

King Jesus, King Jesus

Aleluya, aleluya, aleluya!

Majesty, awestruck Honor

And Power and Strength and Dominion

To You Lord,

To the King, to King

To the King of Glory

(Singer: Kari Jobe)

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/gateway_worship/#share

Then more recently I have heard the Selah Christmas song, above, that I never heard until this month. What a beautiful tribute to the Babe in the hay whose birthday is tomorrow, and who I keep reminding Ryan is the reason for the gifts, and the reason for the story of Santa (St. Nicholas) who also worshipped 🙂

Hail, hail to the newborn King

Let our voices sing Him our praises

Hail, hail to the guiding Light

That brought us tonight to our Savior

Halle, hallelujah

Halle, hallelujah

Halle, hallelujah

Halle, hallelujah

Come now, let it shine so bright

To the knowing Light of the stable

Kneel close to the Child so dear

Cast aside your fear and be thankful

Hail, hail to the newborn King

Let our voices sing Him our praises

Hail, hail to the guiding Light

That brought us tonight to our Savior

Chorus

Hail, hail to the newborn King

Let our voices sing Him our praises

Hail, hail to the guiding Light

That brought us tonight to our Savior

Chorus

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/selah/#share

There are so many traditions about Christmas that I love, and we try and do every year. Beautiful boxes of Christmas cards in front of me are one thing that just makes me feel inspired about the whole season — I got the most beautiful cards this year – even though I vowed at the beginning of the year I wasn’t going to do any. But here I am, ended up buying them anyway – because after all even if I don’t "send" any I still need them for teachers, friends receiving gift cards, etc., and I ended up starting them to mail anyway – Started to write them out yesterday and will probably not get them out until next week before New Year’s. But it’s a very special tradition to me, and I miss getting as many as I used to, and even sending as many as I used to, and I’m just not ready to give it up. I love receiving them and sending them – the way they feel and the different color pen colors on the ones I display, and the different kinds of envelopes, and even how some have a foil stamp and others may have a unique picture, and still others may be handmade or with a family portrait. Christmas cards – they are an art, and something I am not ready to give up.  Click for the rest of our letter —

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8 years old – thoughts

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As Ryan (here eating fries when we briefly stopped at the park a few weeks ago) was climbing on my lap today, I started thinking about how soon that may be getting harder for him to do.  He is a tall boy, still skinny, and can still fit upon my lap even though it’s a little poky in places :D.  I have to remember to appreciate that and cherish a little boy on my lap, as the years go so fast.

I remember when Chris (above, left) crawled into our laps and in our bed every night to sleep.  He loved to be held and would just laugh and laugh.  He loved to lay down with his dad and play tickle games and play with his toys. 

Colleen wasn’t so much a lap person but she loved to sit with us, especially her dad, and play her animal games.  She did that a lot at age eight, and had a game called the cows that she played with her dad about imaginary animals and their conversations.

Now Ryan is over eight years old, and where is the time going?  It just seems the childhood ages are going past me – Chris going to be 20, Colleen’s 16th birthday is in 11 days, and they’re growing up before my eyes.

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Being alive is a lesson

I just read the entries in this blog: http://lucyladybug.blogspot.com/ What a beautiful gift of writing this mother has, and I also know someone well who this child touched. This family has touched many lives with their story of their little girl that has passed away, yet blessed so many hearts.

Our children are alive and healthy at this time. We need to always be grateful for that and to just take each day one at a time, learning all we can and doing our best, and enjoying the moments as they come.[ad#Google Adsense]

80’s memories!

stumbled across this — http://www.angelfire.com/pq/philgee/80squiz.html – here’s just a smidgin of it — I love these!

You Know You’re Stuck in the 80’s If:
You relax by putting on your legwarmers and dancing to the “Footloose” soundtrack.
You’re still bitter that Wham! broke up.
Punky Brewster is your hero.
The only video games you play are Frogger and Pac Man.
You’re building your own Clockwork Smurf.
You consider yourself truly, truly, truly outrageous, much like Jem and the Holograms.
You wonder why more people don’t wear high heels, Jordache jeans, and lacy ankle socks.
You call all motorcycle cops “Ponch”.
Every time you go to the beach you look for Snorks.
You’re still upset Madonna and Sean broke up.
You enjoy dancing on the ceiling and wearing your sunglasses at night.
You still think of Janet Jackson as “that girl who used to date Willis”.
You can sing the theme song to Small Wonder.
Every time you see a fountain you want to dance around it and yell “Fame!”
You still have a shoebox full of Garbage Pail Kid cards.
You know it’s not “comma, comma, comma” it’s Karma, Karma, Karma.
You can’t sleep for wondering what Bastian’s mother’s name was in “The Neverending Story”.
You still practice your Care Bear Stare.
You know that girlss just wanna have fuh-un.
You can name all The Wuzzles.
You can do the Safety Dance.
You know whose phone number is 867-5309.
You drink Diet Coke because Max Headroom told you to.
You still watch things on Beta tapes.
You want to change your name to Rio and dance on the sand.
You know that “Weird Science” was a movie before a tv show.
Your favorite proverb is “some like it hot and some sweat when the heat is on.”
Your favorite party game is either Hungry Hungry Hippos or Ants in the Pants.
You saw the New Kids on the Block when they were Tiffany’s opening act.
You practice getting in and out of your car through the windows.
You have the tendency to turn up the collar of your polo shirts.
You keep asking your teachers if instead of the quiz you can take the physical challenge.
You still drink New Coke.
You never go out for a night on the town without frosted blue eyeshadow and feathered bangs.
You can name all of the Thundercats.
You regularLy cry ‘By the power of Grayskull!!’.
Everything in your wardrobe is either pastel or fluorescent.
Sometimes you just want to “Shout, shout, let it all out!
You use your Speak and Spell to phone home.
Sometimes out of the blue you just got to “Shake your love.”

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testimony

in response to: http://www.livejournal.com/users/psychlea/24512.html

I don’t remember a time in my life where I didn’t hear or know about Jesus Christ and Christianity. My mom and dad were divorced when I was 4, and laying down and going to sleep, with the words of Moody Bible Institute on WCRF 103.3 Cleveland Ohio coming into my mind as the radio played, are some of my first memories. Church life was not consistent through the years, but WCRF was always there, as was my family’s Bible and seeing them read and pray.

I was raised Catholic for the most part, and attended Catholic school from 1st through 4th grade. (Didn’t go to Kindergarten!). My whole family was Catholic, but we didn’t go to church a lot. I imagine that the 4 years I attended school were the years that my mom attended most faithfully as that seems to be the norm for when you have a child in a parochial school.

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