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“Colorful October Birthdays” by Cynthia A. Lovely

October 26, 2017 | 2 Comments

IN OTHER WORDS – “I’m so glad we live in a world where there are Octobers.” – L.M. Montgomery

And I’m so glad my birthday falls in the beautiful FALL.

I’ve noticed through Facebook, so many of my friends have birthdays in October. And they are all colorful, quirky and creative characters! I think we fit our birthday month quite well : )

We spent my birthday weekend at a dear friends house, dog-sitting our favorite lab, attending our much-loved church in LI and being around our most favorite people. We took the ferry ride from Orient Point on my lovely, sunny birthday, sitting on the top deck and soaking up the sun. It was awesome!

Spent some time in Mystic, meeting up with all three of my cousins for dinner, which was a pleasant surprise. Dinner and dessert was wonderful at a restaurant right on the wharf, lined up with boats and impressive yachts. Now it’s time to catch up with local friends and continue the celebration…

To all my other October birthday friends… How are you celebrating your birthday this month?

What is your ideal “birth-day” look like?

If your birthday is in October, answer the question in a comment to enter a book giveaway: Choice of “The Farmer’s Market Mishap” by Wanda & Jean Brunstetter or “Home” by Ginny Yttrup.

“These Boots Were Made For…” by Cynthia A. Lovely

September 28, 2017 | 2 Comments

Tags: Boot of the Month Club, Boots made for walking, Connie Clyburn, We love boots, Wisdom from the Doublewide

IN MY WORDS – Walking, running, strolling, kicked-back relaxing, spring, summer, winter and fall; you name it and we’ve got a boot for it!

I couldn’t resist a counter post to my friend Connie Clyburn and her stellar idea of a boot of the month club. Yes! Although it did get me thinking…how often can southern gals wear boots? Doesn’t it get too hot? Aren’t most of you warm weather birds more of a sandal and flip-floppy kind of gal?

Here in the north country, we can wear boots like…anytime! Even when the temperatures climb, there always seems to be a cooling off period. The short brown boots are for in between weather.

The black quilted ones for rain.
Taller navy for all-denim wardrobe and they even have a cozy lining.
The black side zippered for a little bit of bling.
The middle skinny heel ones for when I’m balanced out enough not to topple over wearing them. Oh, but they are so fun to wear!
The off white fuzzy ones for light snow and to wear with all my winter-white.

And of course the colorful cowgirl boots when I really want to rock the town : ) When I put them on, there’s an immediate surge of attitude.

Due to weariness from setting up this photo op and dragging all the boots downstairs, this photo does NOT include all my boots. Most of the winter ones I have not pulled out of storage yet. Hmm..maybe a boot of the month club wouldn’t be such a great idea. I surely would run out of storage space. But I hope Connie gets her wish so she doesn’t resort to a life of crime. Though I could just about imagine her holding up a boot store with a potato masher and pop gun. They probably would give her the boots for free once they stopped laughing.

Maybe for Christmas we could all send her boots. But lighter, cooler ones for that southern climate..

Be sure to read Connie’s Post: https://wisdomfromthedoublewide.wordpress.com/2017/09/18/ill-take-boots-for-500-alex/

Your turn: Anyone else love boots?

“Needle Nerves” by Cynthia A. Lovely

August 17, 2017 | 4 Comments

Tags: Facing Fears, Fear is not of God, Fear Thou Not!, I hate needles, Needle Nerves, Trusting God

IN OTHER WORDS – “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself–nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror …” FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT

You may be one of the brave ones who have no fear of needles and march into the lab, already intent on your next errand and the busy day ahead of you.OR you may be like me who used to, and probably always will…hate needles. As a little girl, I would get light-headed in the doctor’s office and grew to expect the strong scent of smelling salts. I never got over my aversion but I can handle them better now. Well, sort of.

I went for some blood work last week. I didn’t allow myself to think about it much beforehand (always a mistake to dwell on it) so I went in with a somewhat brave attitude. I sat in the chair in the lab and immediately noticed the cool air wafting directly overhead. Normally, I hate drafts but hey, what a good idea to keep the patient cool. I studied the male nurse as he entered the computer data to run the correct labels. Okay, this was good. He looked hefty and strong and could probably catch me easily if I started to get woozy.

He came over and asked me, “which arm would you prefer?” “Neither,” was my immediate response. I backtracked and said “whichever one is easier for you.” Always be kind to the one wielding the sharp instrument about to pierce your fragile flesh. He did what nurses do and it was over very quickly. Relatively painless and I didn’t get woozy. I also didn’t watch. They post all those happy, colorful pictures on the walls for cowards like me. (calm blue waters, sunny beaches, happy faces, who are they kidding?)

I complimented him on his good work (again, always be kind…) and left with a spiffy white cottony bandage covering my tender wound. Drank down some orange juice and went on into work. I have finally learned that the fear is what actually makes me so sick. The Lord helped me to see this in one of those grand revelations on the way to a lab appointment many years ago. I had fretted over the appointment for days and worked myself into a state of panic. I almost had to pull over on the way there and realized I was making myself sick with the fear. The whole process of facing the needle would take about five minutes out of my life but I was allowing the enemy to torture me with fear for hours on end.

Today, we face a troubled and volatile society. Now more than ever before, we need to place all our trust in Jesus. Fear thou not! Whether it be facing needles or facing life. Fear is not of God!

So, are you brave when facing needles? What fear have you conquered lately?

P.S. Okay, I have to admit, I had a problem with the picture that goes with this post. Doesn’t that needle look sharp?

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