A few minutes of country quietude.
If you’re so inclined.
Until next time …
A few minutes of country quietude.
If you’re so inclined.
Until next time …
I am writing this post today in response to a post I read yesterday.
It was a post written by Stuart Perkins, and you can read it here; 1. magic marker
Anyway, it reminded me of a few things.
Like when I grew up, the best gift I could have received, was something to write or color with.
I don’t remember markers; maybe they were too expensive, or maybe they were too PERMANENT!
It could be ink pens, new pencils, or crayons; but in my mind, nothing but nothing could beat the smell of a new box of crayons.
Mom had her own box, and it was forbidden for us to use HER crayons or her ONE coloring book.
It had a bride and a groom on the front.
She had a way of rolling her crayons as she colored that kept them sharp; not flat or broken like ours.
It also made them far more appealing to use than my own.
The second best thing I could receive was that yellow, smooth, wide ruled paper from the school, or what we called back then “manila paper”.
It was art paper and was very coarse, but a delight to draw on.
Thanks to Stuart, these memories came flooding back, with a few more in tow.
My love for writing utensils and paper was passed along to my daughters and as it turns out, my granddaughters as well.
They are always drawing, writing, or coloring, somewhere.
This brings me to my story.
When daughter number one was moving to a new home, it came time to move the kitchen table.
She turned it over to remove the legs, and to her surprise; there were crayon, pencil, pen and yes, marker letters and art covering the bottom of the table!
Instead of anger, she felt endeared that her offspring had felt that was a safe place to leave their art work.
Cleaning it off was never even an idea, because it was like finding buried treasure.
Then a few years later, when daughter number two was moving, to a new home, it came time to move the kitchen table.
To her great surprise, she found the same thing!
There were crayon, pencil, and pen and yes, marker letters and art covering the bottom of her kitchen table also!
Being a lover of writing and art and markers, she thought of it like a time capsule, documenting their innocence and imagination.
What stressed her out was the fact that the SAME GREEN MARKER used on the bottom of her table, was found all the way around the kitchen and down the hall!
Well that was long ago.
The children were very young then; two, three, four, five.
That has turned into thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen.
Neither mom has any intent of trading in their tables for new ones.
A bit like archaeology; once uncovered, never forgotten.
“Sacred History” I’d call it.
It warms my heart that neither daughter has any thought of getting rid of those tables; those archives.
Like many things, they will be passed on to the children, as documentation of moments gone by.
I never did check the bottom of my table for treasure – but then I haven’t moved in ages!
Perhaps you should consider checking yours?
Just like in Stuart’s story, it could become a very important part of your very own “Sacred History”.
Do you have any stories like this to share?
Please take a moment to do so in the comments.
——- * Ages may be off – math is hard ——-
See you next time!
Welcome back to Friday Favorites.
This is where I share with you a few of my favorite bloggers.
My hope is that you will click on through and read, follow, and comment on them.
Enjoy your weekend!
This was my favorite day I think.
But it’s so hard to choose.
Visiting Joppa was more than I expected.
It took us a while to get there.
Even though it was the hottest day on our tour – we enjoyed it very much. (Thank God for well air conditioned buses on our return!)
But first …………….
We saw these buildings from all angles in our travels – now here on the ground we could see their size!
We all really wondered about that twisty one!
Jaffa, City in Israel – Description -Jaffa, in Hebrew Yafo and in Arabic Yaffa and also called Japho or Joppa, the southern and oldest part of Tel Aviv-Yafo, is an ancient port city in Israel. Wikipedia
This explains the discrepancy in spellings and pronunciations.
Tower in South City Centre (Tel Aviv)
This huge tower, the first skyscraper in Israel opened in 1965, is one of Tel Aviv’s major landmarks and a notable part of its skyline. It has permanent exhibits on the history of Tel Aviv in the foyer and on the 1st floor.
We listened to a guide that knew so many facts, had so much knowledge, and was funny to boot – It was hard to keep up.
We also got to see about twenty minute long documentary about Israeli/Tel Aviv history.
To find out what all those displays (and our guide) are talking about, you can click here; https://israelforever.org/programs/myherzl/who_was_theodor_herzl/
Our day of touring, our week in fact, was over, and we headed back to our hotel in Herzilya in time to visit the beach on the Mediterranean Sea.
We stayed at a brand new hotel in Herzilya called Herod’s.
Just a ten minute walk to the sea.
It was much more than a ten minute walk when you decide to walk along the sea wall.
This is the actual sea wall, and the place we stayed, click here if you want to know more; https://econcretetech.com/seawall-units-herzliya-marina/
Our room was in the far left horseshoe shaped building.
That’s it for now – but next time I will just share some random photos – neighborhoods, plants, walls, buildings and such.
About two more posts for our trip to Israel, I hope you’re enjoying them.
I hope to see you again next time.
Good morning from the Sea of Galilee. 6:49 AM.
This is my favorite photo from our trip.
It was so peaceful, and minus the modern embellishments, is a view that my Jesus saw a lot of.
The Sea of Galilee is essentially a large lake.
There is no Hebrew word for lake.
So it’s a sea.
We were on the Sea of Galilee with ten of these “Jesus Boats”, where we all locked together and had a worship service, along with some Hebrew dancing before departing.
It was easy in some spots on our cruise to imagine Jesus walking across the water to one of these little boats containing some very concerned Apostles.
We hated leaving the boats; but there was so much to see.
Capernaum is next.
Peter’s home – What you see above is a new synagogue built above it.
I had difficulty getting great photos here; so you can follow the next link if you want to see more clearly.
This statute was close to the entry to Capernaum.
Made of black stone. Note the nail holes in the feet.
Onward to lunch!
This was so far out of my comfort zone!
But I ate it any way.
I was surprised at how good it was – Seconds?
As we head down the pathway from this spot, we come to Duc In Altum.
Which means “Out into the deep”
In this atrium, we all stood circling this fountain.
We all began to sing (Sadly I can’t remember what song) and as we all moved to the center, the sound seemed to fill the hall.
It was amazing.
This room, the Encounter Chapel, struck my companions and I perhaps more than anywhere else we visited.
We stayed here in silence for several prayerful moments before leaving with very quieted hearts.
Just one more stop today –
The Yardenit is the baptismal site located on the Jordan River.
I have no photos of my own from this site, as I was busy getting re-baptized myself.
That’s it for today’s tour.
How about you?
Please join me next time for Day # 7.
I’m a “Cave Dweller”. I love being at home, in my “Cave” while communing with God and His creation.
Quiet. Blue Sky. Green Earth. Ever changing seasons.
Now cave dwelling is fine for a season, but it may be time to get out of here for a while.
I can argue that God has provided me with a pretty cool cave, and that I am comfy here.
To which I hear, “Comfy is what you come back to, to rest. But to come back, you have to leave first.”
I once used my 400 pound Strong’s Concordance, (remember those?) to research all that the Bible said about caves.
Caves were used for many, many things. Living, storage, hiding, burial…..
I did find that my self imposed solitude can turn into loneliness and isolation.
Here is where I find myself, one more time.
It is again time to transition to level-up.
An upgrade, if you will.
There is a growing “Holy dissatisfaction”.
It comes from learning the new thing, leveling up, upgrading; learning a new thing, and then getting really comfortable with it.
I believe the “Holy dissatisfaction” comes from knowing your subject, or in my case, where you are, so well that it is no longer a challenge.
If I am happy with that, then I can never grow or change, or become different or better than I currently am.
To find out what that is, there are a few things that I require myself to do;
Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. John 14:12 (ESV)
Here is hoping that my ramblings may open up new thoughts and possibilities.
Until next time – Do something different!
Long ago, back in the day, I learned a new word.
The word was TRANSITION.
An example of transition is that uncomfortable space in between when we are working for something and are about to receive it.
Or after we have received it, and gotten really comfortable with it, so we are in the place of moving on to the NEXT thing.
Long ago, back in the day, I thought that I would have transition once, and that would be it.
How naive I was; long ago, back in the day.
Through many years of “process”, I’ve learned that we are in a constant state of transitions, usually in more areas than one at once.
I’ve also found, for myself anyway, that if I argue with the process, or hang on to things longer than I should in my “comfortable place”, I simply end up exhausting myself and those around me; all the while never reaching any kind of new goal.
This is where I find myself today.
Somewhat wondering what is next.
So Dear Reader; I was prepared to dump all that process here, all at once, then decided to dump it out just a little at a time.
I hope you choose to join me for this journey, however long or short it ends up being.
And if you do, don’t hesitate to share any thoughts or comments that you may deem helpful.
Sometimes, in order to transition well, we (read I) need a village.
See you next time.