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*Sigh*

The Lord is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.

~ Nahum 1:7

This last month has been wrought with trying times.

So much of it has just been, well, ‘life’.

But one built upon another…then yet another….it seems like mountains sometimes.

One of the most sorrowful events that happened was something we knew was coming: The death of our dear, precious friend, Bob Murphy.

Here he is with his dear wife and my sweet friend Pam. These were healthier days.

Here he is with his dear wife and my sweet friend Pam. These were healthier days.

Here we all are in July 2011 in the Portland area. It was during this time Bob was recovering from a liver transplant.

Here we all are in July 2011 in the Portland area. It was during this time Bob was recovering from a liver transplant.

On Saturday morning, February 2, we got the call that our wonderful friend had broken the tape at the finish line and crossed over to Glory.

He fought such a good fight and he finished his race so bravely.

Pray for the Murphy family, please.  So many changes ahead for sweet Pam and their sons.

And if you think of it, please, pray for my husband. Bob was like a father to him, one of the dearest friends he has ever had.

We simply cannot wait to reunite with him in Heaven.

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On a less serious note, but heartbreaking to our Noelle: Her dog, Lucy, had to go to someone else’s home.

We tried so hard to make the relationship work.

But after countless times of cleaning up the frozen pony poop she brought into the house and her little ‘gifts’ left on the upstairs carpeting, we were at Decision Pass, getting ready to take a walk down Go Back to the Shelter Lane.

And then it happened.

Lucy chewed up my husband’s custom solid oak stair banister column.

A stair banister column he designed and crafted himself.

For weeks. He designed and crafted it for WEEKS.

And since Lucy couldn’t find her squeaky toy, and was left alone for five minutes, she chose the banister.

But she is now in a better home from what I understand, after being at the shelter for less than twenty four hours.

I think Noelle’s tears have finally stopped. And we have a voucher from the shelter to try again this spring.

Maybe we’ll go for a rabbit next time?

Painted toe nails.

Painted toe nails.

Who? ME?

Who? ME?

Reviving the old dog, Duke.

Reviving the old dog, Duke.

Lucy did teach Noelle a lot about responsibility. She kept her fed, bathed and well loved. We prayed together that she would find happiness in her new home - hopefully a place with lots of ponies and pony poop to keep Lucy happy.

Lucy did teach Noelle a lot about responsibility. She kept her fed, bathed and well loved. We prayed together that she would find happiness in her new home – hopefully a place with lots of ponies and pony poop to keep Lucy happy.

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My apologies for such a heavy post.

But I believe in being real.

We have so many blessings to thank God for.

These little detours sometimes cloud those blessings for just a little while, but they were always there anyway.

~J

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In the last few days, our household gained a member, saw a member of the family turn another year older, and watched the clock strike twelve into a brand new year.

We began the festivities by welcoming Lucy into our home. Noelle turned twelve on the 29th and she really wanted a companion of her own. Here they are together right after the adoption at the shelter. Lucy is a sweet girl and she knows that Noelle is 'her' person.

We began the festivities by welcoming 8 month old Lucy into our home. Noelle turned twelve on the 29th and she really wanted a companion of her own. Here they are together right after the adoption at the shelter. Lucy is a sweet, smart girl and she knows that Noelle is ‘her’ person.

They have become fast friends and (can you believe this from Type A me?) I even let Lucy sleep on Noelle's bed.

They have become fast friends and (can you believe this from Type A me?) I even let Lucy sleep on Noelle’s bed.

She has won over the hearts of the entire household. Well, except for the cats. She thinks they're pretty fun. The cats, however, do not! (Lucy is shown here with Austin's feet.)

She has won over the hearts of the entire household. Well, except for the cats. She thinks they’re pretty fun. The cats, however, do not think she is fun at all! We’re working on a truce. (Lucy is shown here with Austin’s feet.)

Thirty pounds of spunk and sweet obedience.

Thirty pounds of spunk and sweet obedience.

Even Duke has decided he kind of likes the little whippersnapper. Lucy even talked him into playing with her a few times.

Even Duke has decided he kind of likes the little whippersnapper. Lucy even talked him into playing with her a few times.

But you can't turn twelve and not at least have a few good friends over. Here is Noelle with her life long best buddies, Madi and Autumn.

But you can’t turn twelve and not at least have a few good friends over. Here is Noelle with her life long best buddies, Madi and Autumn.

A special occasion Micky D's lunch! She doesn't get to eat there very often, so she chose it over pizza!

A special occasion Micky D’s lunch! She doesn’t get to eat there very often, so she chose it over pizza!

And next came the peanut butter chip brownies!

And next came the peanut butter chip brownies!

Blowing out all twelve candles.

Blowing out all twelve candles.

Twelve! EEEK! How did the time fly by so quickly?

Twelve! EEEK! How did the time fly by so quickly?

Going out on her special birthday date with Daddy to - where else? - Texas Roadhouse for chicken fried steak!

Going out on her special birthday date with Daddy to – where else? – Texas Roadhouse for chicken fried steak! We sure are blessed to have had our baby girl (aka, ‘The Dessert’) for twelve sweet years!

 

And here in all her randomness is Bethany. She finally found a fashionable way to keep her ears warm in our nine degree weather.

And here in all her randomness is Bethany. She finally found a fashionable way to keep her ears warm in our nine degree weather.

And, finally, we rang in the new year at church! We started off the evening with hymn singing and great ‘Popcorn Preaching’. Then we had some time of good fellowship followed by games for all ages. Patrick and I had a great time playing ping pong with the kids.

Here's Beth enjoying the little kids as she watches over the bouncy house.

Here’s Beth enjoying the little kids as she watches over the bouncy house.

Noelle with her sweet friends Madi and Rachel. Notice the little pair of arms around Noelle? She LOVES the little kids and usually has someone tagging along.

Noelle with her sweet friends Madi and Rachel. Notice the cute little pair of arms around Noelle? She LOVES the little kids and usually has someone tagging along.

Happy New Year everyone! 

 

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Warning: If you voted Democrat in the latest election, do yourself a favor and skip this installment of the blog. If you must read it, remember, these are the feelings of OUR family on OUR blog. Nasty comments and other negative responses will be deleted. This blog is our journal, so we are speaking freely here, not starting any arguments.  After all, as of today, I am still entitled to my opinion on my own blog under Freedom of Speech. Today I am , anyway. I really don’t know about the future. Blessings.

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I usually don’t go all political.

It’s depressing and frustrating.

Most folks are set in their ways politically and arguing about the politicians and their policies rarely makes any positive changes anyway.

But as I observe the Presidential election results (what in ham hocks IS the electoral college anyway? Whatever it is, it needs to go away!), one verse from God’s Word came to my mind immediately:

Proverbs 26:11 As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to his folly.

Although I felt this year’s Presidential election was just another sequel to Dumb and Dumber, I knew that at least one candidate wasn’t an anti-Israel socialist.

Romney wasn’t my choice for President; but I figured a vote against him was a vote for the Socialist running on the other ticket.

I thought at least with Romney, God might have mercy if we stayed allies with Israel.

Abraham only had to find ten righteous men to halt the wrath of God Almighty on wicked Sodom and Gomorrah. (Genesis 18)

He couldn’t find ten. Not even ten.

Too bad that’s not the requirement today. Staying allies with Israel is the new ‘Ten Righteous Men.’

Without Israel, America is doomed.

With the reelection of Barack Hussein Obama, I fear we will no longer be Israel’s allies within the next four years.

And with that in mind, I believe I need to begin writing down my childhood memories of America.

Because, my friends, that America will cease to exist by 2018.

America is a sow wallowing in her mire (2 Peter 2:22 KJV).

She will never be the same again.

Lastly, it’s just a shame that a ticket on the Free Ride Express has apparently become more important to the citizens of the United States than it is to be known as the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave. We got that title by the sweat that previously poured off of EVERYONE’S brow.

What has this nation come to?

Even so, Lord Jesus, come quickly.

That is all.

~J

Edited on November 11, 2012. I think this is a great perspective from Messy Mondays:

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Sobering

On Sunday evening, we received the tragic news: A young man named Bobby from our church youth group had been killed in an automobile accident.

My four teenagers reeled from the news.

My heart has been breaking for his parents and siblings.

And a number of things have been put into sobering perspective.

And may I admonish the parents who are reading this entry to remember:

The next time your child makes you furious, be thankful they’re alive to do so.

The next time you have to take their forgotten item to work or school, be thankful you have a child to bring forgotten things to.

The next time your son or daughter leave their dirty socks in the middle of the living room floor, be thankful you are not wanting to leave them there because you cannot bear to put away this reminder of your deceased baby.

The next time you hear your children squabbling, silently thank God before going to remedy the situation that your children still have a sibling to fuss with.

The next time….the next time….the next time….

BE THANKFUL.

Because it could have been your doorbell that rang that night.

And then pray for Bobby’s family.

Because, for them, there won’t be any more ‘next times’.

~J

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