Where were you at midnight?

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The Daily Prompt  read “Where were you last night at midnight? Would you have wanted to be somewhere else?”

At midnight, I was snug as a bug in my bed and had been for several hours. If you’ve read my blogs before you might already know, that although I love owls, I am not a nocturnal creature.  I more accurately resemble the pygmy owls who are crepuscular, from what I’ve read.  This means they are active closer to dawn and dusk.

I saw posts on social media last night about people getting ready to go out and on television one guy was impatiently waiting on the ball to drop.  He had been camped out since 11:00 am.  It makes me tired even thinking of staying up that late.  And for what?  To watch a huge, lighted ball travel down a flag pole?  Let me think about that.  Um. Okay.  No.  But, to each their own; I know people who have that on their bucket list.

I ate my favorite organic pizza, took a nice hot bath, prayed about the coming new year and went to bed at 9:00 pm.  It’s safe to say I was out cold by 9:30.  I’m pretty sure I had already nodded off on the couch prior to that.   I woke up early and started on the black-eyed peas, pork and greens; not because I think it brings me luck, but because it’s a family tradition, it was all on sale and it’s good food.

Today, as I see posts on Facebook it seems that some people are vexed about the old adage, “new year, new me”.  Personally, I think any time is a good time to reflect, to make resolutions to do more for others,  or be a better person.  I’m not sure there is anyone out there who wouldn’t benefit from spending a little time looking in the mirror, re-evaluating their priorities and re-focusing on their Creator.

I think we all want to be better than the person we were yesterday and with God’s help, I plan to reach new goals this year.

Happy New Year and May God Bless You all Richly!


Goodnight December


I’m sitting inside, a couple of hours away from 2015, enjoying my Christmas tree for what will probably be the last time this season.  As much as I look forward to what the new year will hold, it always saddens me to pack away the Christmas decorations. There is just something about Christmas; the spirit of love that is in the air, people are nicer, and family members and friends seem more appreciative of one another.

The hubby and friends are outside playing corn hole, there are fireworks blasting in the distance, and other faint sounds outside of parties and traffic in the neighborhood.  Being the introvert that I am, I would rather spend my time quietly reflecting on the past year and meditating on God and what His will is for me for 2015.

This has been a tough year in many ways for many people.  The news has been overflowing with sad stories and bad news and full of fear inducing possibilities.  I hear it said that we could say that at the end of every year, but I have to disagree.

The thing I know to be true is that when I place my faith in God, all of the worry, fear and hopelessness vanishes.  When everything is falling down around me and I feel the strength of the waves of oppression and the heat of the battle, I have an Advocate.  This coming year, that is what I will hold on to.  No matter what situations may arise, God always has a plan.  It might not fit into my self-established agenda, but if I will follow it, all things will work for my good.

Have a happy and blessed New Year – Find out what God’s plan is for you and adhere to it and experience the joy that will follow.

Love and Blessings,


Just a Happy New Year


I am feeling a tad like the New Years Eve grinch tonight.

The fireworks are making all the dogs in my neighborhood bark.  I think they are having a contest to see who can bark the longest and loudest and to see which one can get the last bark in.

As for New Years resolutions, I don’t ever make them.  If I already realize I should change something, why wait until 1/1 ?  I guess some people enjoy having a set day and starting time.  To each their own.

I do think it’s good to reflect on your accomplishments as well as your failures and adjust the sails if need be, but why wait?  We should do that all year long.

Oh, and I’m a morning person, so this staying up to watch a ball drop never interested me.  I’m already getting tired, so hopefully the fireworks are over soon.

In all sincerity though, I do wish you a very Happy New Year!  May all of your goals be accomplished, may you excel in all you do, may you love more, forgive more easily, spend lots of quality time with family and prosper both financially and spiritually.  And, may you remember to write 2014 at least by February 😉

God Bless!

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.
Ralph Waldo Emerson


Sniffing crayons

World-famous Crayola crayons are manufactured ...

World-famous Crayola crayons are manufactured in Easton. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As I walk into Walmart and veer over toward the aisles with signs advertising “back to school” sales, I realize, I want school supplies.  I always do at this time of year.  Call me crazy, but I love paper products and I feel like I’m missing out on something.

It’s like a new season; a fresh start to a new year of learning, meeting new people and new teachers and a year to be a better student and classmate.  That is how I always viewed it anyway.

I can smell the crayons and recall the careful searching for just the right box.  In kindergarten, there were the chubby crayons available in limited colors, for little fingers not yet aware of their strength.  Next was the bigger box sporting a few more colors and finally, you graduated to the big box, the one with the sharpener embedded in the back (I remember sharpening them down so small that my mom would tell me I wasn’t going to have anything left to color with).  When you got to these, you’d hit the mother lode of crayons.  The crayon eaters (there was one in every class) seemed especially drawn to these large colorful boxes.

Back when I was in elementary, picking out the wooden (cigar box) or tin crayon box was one of the most painstaking decisions to be made and I will venture to say many mothers must have lost their patience with children like me.

Browsing through the back to school aisles now, although still nostalgic, is not quite so familiar anymore.  I don’t recognize the super heroes and the cartoon-like images look more ghoulish or scary to me than Scooby doo or Superman.  There is also a shelf full of calculators.  My girls had to have these for math class.  I was always taught that I took math for those times when I didn’t have one of these and had to think for myself.  Oh well, math was my least favorite subject and I am eternally grateful that I don’t have to use it often.

I still love the paper aisle.  I just see page after page I can fill.  I am compelled to pick up a couple of cute notebooks for myself so I don’t feel completely left out.  I get a green one and a pink one sporting cute little owls.  This takes me back to Mrs. Green’s class where we wrote for the first 10 minutes of class, honing our writing skills.  There are fond memories there.

Strolling past the pencils conjures up memories of students sharpening pencils when the sharpener hung from the wall.  The kids who couldn’t sit still wanted to sharpen all 24 of theirs every day.  If I were a teacher, that would have got on my last nerve.  I remember the smell of lead and wood shavings to this day.  Then there was the poor boy that leaned too far back in his chair and fell on his pencil, lodging it in his derriere, and requiring medical attention.  We all thought he’d be dead by morning, as our parents had constantly warned us about the dire consequences of lead in our mouths or in our bloodstream.

Then, I see the lunch boxes.  I was never one of the children who used one, but always thought it would be cool.  I suffered though cafeteria food until high school and then we overloaded cars and trucks and went to McDonalds.

In all honesty, I enjoyed school and can summon all kinds of great memories from my time as a student.  Those days are long gone for me and even for my children, but I don’t think an August will ever go by without me waxing nostalgic over school supplies.

I think maybe I’ll go and buy myself a new outfit and some shoes too, in keeping with the spirit of things.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Resolved – No Looking Back

My precious granddaughter Ayda

My precious granddaughter, Ayda

I don’t really make resolutions as I believe every single day is a new day, filled with grace and opportunity.  However, one thing I want to remember this year is to stop looking back at what could have been or might have been or how I could have done something different and press forward toward all that I am called to be.  So, I guess the resolution would be “no looking back”.  I want to put my efforts into the future and not waste strength and energy on the past.

Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.  Philippians 3:13

Daily Post: Asleep when the ball dropped

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I was awake when a multitude of time zones celebrated the beginning of the New Year, just not in this one.  This isn’t a departure from the norm for me.   I remember occasionally watching Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve (or whatever labels it’s been given throughout the years) and there was a time I used it as another excuse to party.  However, for most of my 47 years, I have been deep in sweet slumber as our little slice of the globe rang in the new.

The bad thing about this is…well, I can’t find anything bad about it.  I woke up early, feeling refreshed and ready to actually enjoy this first new day of this New Year.  This is day one of 2013; a new day, fresh grace, opportunities untold.

The first, unstained, unsullied page of a brand spanking new book and I own the rights.  The pen is mine, therefore so is the outcome.  How will this tale unfold?  What will this story bring?  Who are the new characters and how will they develop and interact?  Will the primary genre be romance, suspense, action?  There is much to be determined.  I have free will; I can choose.

I am thankful that I am not alone in this endeavor.

Mitch Teemley

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