It just gets better and better! Thursday and Friday evenings we went to the Tulsa Soul Winning Workshop. Saw Nic & friend, David, Nichole & Ryan and heard some great singing and preaching. Ellen came by Friday to go to lunch and told me we had a contract on the house. The realtor came by Friday evening, explained the contract and we signed the papers. Deal should close around the middle of May which is also when I'll get my retirement. It snowed Saturday and we just stayed in all day and did practically nothing but do crossword puzzles watch basketball on TV eat and sleep. Sunday the snow was melting, we went to Bible class and worship, ate out at Senor Salsa's (Ellen's favorite local eatery) and spent the afternoon watching basketball and napping. Went to Marion & Mildred Thompson's house for small group meeting Sunday evening and enjoyed every one's company and Bible study.
I have one more day of work before I retire. Projects keep piling up waiting for me to have full time to devote to them. On the list now are fixing the loose trim on the outside of the house, spraying the yard for weeds, cleaning and seasoning my collection of cast iron cookware to give to Doug and cleaning my collection of camp lanterns to give to Doug.
Doug is hot on the trail of my ancestors for his son. He calls me almost daily to ask about how someone fits into the pedigree or tell me about something he has discovered about our progenitors. It makes me feel good (a la Lance Alrunner) to see him so excited to learn about his predecessors.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
HOME
After WWII actor Yul Brenner was commissioned to go through the Displaced Person camps and photograph and interview the residents. These were people who for political reasons or fear for their lives had left their homes and wound up in a camp set up by the United Nations to care for those who had no place to live.
On one such trip, Brenner came across two young brothers, one about 14 years of age and one about 12. Brenner asked them "how it felt to have no home?" To which the older boy said, "We have a home, we just don't have anywhere to put it."
WHERE IS YOUR HOME?
On one such trip, Brenner came across two young brothers, one about 14 years of age and one about 12. Brenner asked them "how it felt to have no home?" To which the older boy said, "We have a home, we just don't have anywhere to put it."
WHERE IS YOUR HOME?
Monday, March 23, 2009
EIGHT DAYS TO FREEDOM
Quiet weekend. house showed twice. Once with 10 minutes notice. scramble, scramble. No word on results. Ryan and parents went to see David's family this last weekend. Fell and bumped his head again. Now I can blame any damage on the other grandparents. "He was fine when he left MY house."
Doug has started an illustrated Broyles family history. If anyone has anything they would like included, contact Doug at "Doug.Broyles@Navistar.com" This includes text and photos.
Doug has started an illustrated Broyles family history. If anyone has anything they would like included, contact Doug at "Doug.Broyles@Navistar.com" This includes text and photos.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Ask and it shall be given to you.
Yesterday I hinted for a picture of Stone and today Ellen sent me two!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
TODAY
Busy, Busy,been trying to get the house ready for inspection by lender if we ever get a solid bid. Lots of touching up. Cleaned out the garage. Ellen painted the garage inside walls. Doug patched the hole in the water heater closet. Today the dry wall guys are finishing the garage ceiling and we're getting a second bid on new siding. Hope we have some money left over when we get through selling the house. Getting it ready is costing a bundle. We hauled out all the stuff we don't want to move to Tulsa or won't fit in a small apartment and had the kids come up and go through it. They, unfortunately, did't want much of it either. Left some behind that they will get later. Doug took a lot of my mothers papers. He called me today and talked for 15 or 20 minutes about what he had found, how he got to know his grandma better and how he wants to concolidate her writings and give anyone intrested a copy. Nic is leaving for a ski trip to colorado on thursday. Pray for safety and fun. He tells us he is seeing someone. I asked him if it was "dead people" but he assured me she is alive. Grandson Ryan is growing. Has 3 Teeth now. I was trying to feed him when the kids came up for the give away, turned my back on him and he fell out of the chair on his head. Scared me to death. Guess he's alright but I just knew id damaged him for life.
Here's Ryan in his St. Patrick's Day green get up. See the teeth?
Grandson Stone is really maturing. He came with Doug to the give away and latched on all my screwdrivers and some pliars. He loves tools. He repeats words, knows everyones name and gives hugs when he's in the mood. Don't have a recent picture of Stone to blog (hint, hint)
2 more weeks until i retire. it's like driving off a cliff with your mother-in-law in your new cadillac. Mixed emotions.
-30- for now.
Here's Ryan in his St. Patrick's Day green get up. See the teeth?
Grandson Stone is really maturing. He came with Doug to the give away and latched on all my screwdrivers and some pliars. He loves tools. He repeats words, knows everyones name and gives hugs when he's in the mood. Don't have a recent picture of Stone to blog (hint, hint)
2 more weeks until i retire. it's like driving off a cliff with your mother-in-law in your new cadillac. Mixed emotions.
-30- for now.
Friday, March 13, 2009
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The Vessel
A vessel tarnished, broken, useless,
Was thrown on the trash heap one night.
And was found by the Master Potter,
Searching through the 'rejects of life.'
When He found this dirty old vessel,
He looked at it closely, and saw
It contained an inherent beauty,
In spite of it's obvious flaw.
He carried it back to His workshop,
His trained eye could already see,
An object of beauty and honour,
That it was intended to be.
He repaired and cleaned the old vessel.
Polished to it's natural shine
Became once more a thing of beauty,
Was truly, 'one of a kind.'
My life was that broken old vessel,
Battered, ruined, thrown away.
I lay there, no hope of recovery,
Till the Master found me that day.
He loved me, He cleansed me, redeemed me;
Adopted me as His own.
Gave to my life a brand new meaning,
Brought peace, where once there was none
by Gertrude Jefferies
The Vessel
A vessel tarnished, broken, useless,
Was thrown on the trash heap one night.
And was found by the Master Potter,
Searching through the 'rejects of life.'
When He found this dirty old vessel,
He looked at it closely, and saw
It contained an inherent beauty,
In spite of it's obvious flaw.
He carried it back to His workshop,
His trained eye could already see,
An object of beauty and honour,
That it was intended to be.
He repaired and cleaned the old vessel.
Polished to it's natural shine
Became once more a thing of beauty,
Was truly, 'one of a kind.'
My life was that broken old vessel,
Battered, ruined, thrown away.
I lay there, no hope of recovery,
Till the Master found me that day.
He loved me, He cleansed me, redeemed me;
Adopted me as His own.
Gave to my life a brand new meaning,
Brought peace, where once there was none
by Gertrude Jefferies
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Friday, March 13, 2009
REAL FAITH GETS ACTIVE
James 2:25-26 In the same way, was not even Rahab the prostitute considered righteous for what she did when she gave lodging to the spies and sent them off in a different direction? As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without deeds is dead. (NIV)
The Bible can make 'good people' feel uncomfortable. Rahab was a prostitute in Jericho, but, despite her immoral lifestyle, she believed what God was going to do. Because she believed, she also acted to protect the spies who had been sent by Joshua, and did not hand them over to the local officials. She risked her life to do that, but her actions demonstrated that she really did believe what God had said to her (you can read the whole story in Joshua 2:1-20, 6:15, 6:22-23).
You do not need a good track record of pure living and religious observance to find faith in God - otherwise many would have no hope. Jesus invited despised tax collectors, unclean lepers, foreign women and prostitutes to put their faith in Him. Because faith is a whole-person encounter with Jesus, their actions showed that they believed. Anybody, however immoral or criminal can trust Jesus, and find that they are not only welcomed but also forgiven and cleansed. Their real faith will show itself to have arms and legs as well as a heart and a mouth: people will be amazed what they can do with Jesus.
Although we may not like to be conspicuous as a Christian at work, there will be times when we will either stand up for Jesus, or deny the faith we hold. Sometimes you cannot stay anonymous; the circumstances may demand that you must speak or act so that you are clearly identified with Jesus and Biblical truth. By doing so, you may have to risk your reputation, promotion or even your job. But the Bible says, "Those who honour me I will honour, but those who despise me will be disdained" (1 Sam 2:30). So, whenever the Lord allows the test to come - be ready to stand up for Jesus, whatever the cost ... because He will honour you in due time!
Friday, March 13, 2009
REAL FAITH GETS ACTIVE
James 2:25-26 In the same way, was not even Rahab the prostitute considered righteous for what she did when she gave lodging to the spies and sent them off in a different direction? As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without deeds is dead. (NIV)
The Bible can make 'good people' feel uncomfortable. Rahab was a prostitute in Jericho, but, despite her immoral lifestyle, she believed what God was going to do. Because she believed, she also acted to protect the spies who had been sent by Joshua, and did not hand them over to the local officials. She risked her life to do that, but her actions demonstrated that she really did believe what God had said to her (you can read the whole story in Joshua 2:1-20, 6:15, 6:22-23).
You do not need a good track record of pure living and religious observance to find faith in God - otherwise many would have no hope. Jesus invited despised tax collectors, unclean lepers, foreign women and prostitutes to put their faith in Him. Because faith is a whole-person encounter with Jesus, their actions showed that they believed. Anybody, however immoral or criminal can trust Jesus, and find that they are not only welcomed but also forgiven and cleansed. Their real faith will show itself to have arms and legs as well as a heart and a mouth: people will be amazed what they can do with Jesus.
Although we may not like to be conspicuous as a Christian at work, there will be times when we will either stand up for Jesus, or deny the faith we hold. Sometimes you cannot stay anonymous; the circumstances may demand that you must speak or act so that you are clearly identified with Jesus and Biblical truth. By doing so, you may have to risk your reputation, promotion or even your job. But the Bible says, "Those who honour me I will honour, but those who despise me will be disdained" (1 Sam 2:30). So, whenever the Lord allows the test to come - be ready to stand up for Jesus, whatever the cost ... because He will honour you in due time!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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This has been one of my favorites since I was a kid.
HOME
by Edgar Guest
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home,
A heap o' sun an' shadder, an' ye sometimes have t' roam
Afore ye really 'preciate the things ye lef' behind,
An' hunger fer 'em somehow, with 'em allus on yer mind.
It don't make any differunce how rich ye get t' be,
How much yer chairs an' tables cost, how great yer luxury;
I ain't home t' ye, though it be the palace of a king,
Until somehow yer soul is sort o' wrapped round everything.
Home ain't a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute;
Afore it's home there's got t' be a heap o' livin' in it;
Within the walls there's got t' be some babies born, and then
Right there ye've got t' bring 'em up t' women good, an' men;
And gradjerly, as time goes on, ye find ye wouldn't part
With anything they ever used -- they've grown into yer heart:
The old high chairs, the playthings, too, the little shoes they wore
Ye hoard; an' if ye could ye'd keep the thumb marks on the door.
Ye've got t' weep t' make it home, ye've got t' sit an' sigh
An' watch beside a loved one's bed, an' know that Death is nigh;
An' in the stillness o' the night t' see Death's angel come,
An' close the eyes o' her that smiled,
an' leave her sweet voice dumb.
Fer these are scenes that grip the heart,
an' when yer tears are dried,
Ye find the home is dearer than it was, an' sanctified;
An' tuggin' at ye always are the pleasant memories
O' her that was an' is no more -- ye can't escape from these.
Ye've got t' sing an' dance fer years, ye've got t' romp an' play,
An' learn t' love the things ye have by usin' 'em each day;
Even the roses 'round the porch must blossom year by year
Afore they 'come a part o' ye, suggestin' someone dear
Who used t' love 'em long ago, an' trained 'em jes' t' run
The way they do, so's they would get the early mornin' sun;
Ye've got t' love each brick an' stone from cellar up t' dome:
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home.
From the book "A Heap o' Livin'" ©1916
Thanks to Mary Repass-Friend for this poem
This has been one of my favorites since I was a kid.
HOME
by Edgar Guest
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home,
A heap o' sun an' shadder, an' ye sometimes have t' roam
Afore ye really 'preciate the things ye lef' behind,
An' hunger fer 'em somehow, with 'em allus on yer mind.
It don't make any differunce how rich ye get t' be,
How much yer chairs an' tables cost, how great yer luxury;
I ain't home t' ye, though it be the palace of a king,
Until somehow yer soul is sort o' wrapped round everything.
Home ain't a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute;
Afore it's home there's got t' be a heap o' livin' in it;
Within the walls there's got t' be some babies born, and then
Right there ye've got t' bring 'em up t' women good, an' men;
And gradjerly, as time goes on, ye find ye wouldn't part
With anything they ever used -- they've grown into yer heart:
The old high chairs, the playthings, too, the little shoes they wore
Ye hoard; an' if ye could ye'd keep the thumb marks on the door.
Ye've got t' weep t' make it home, ye've got t' sit an' sigh
An' watch beside a loved one's bed, an' know that Death is nigh;
An' in the stillness o' the night t' see Death's angel come,
An' close the eyes o' her that smiled,
an' leave her sweet voice dumb.
Fer these are scenes that grip the heart,
an' when yer tears are dried,
Ye find the home is dearer than it was, an' sanctified;
An' tuggin' at ye always are the pleasant memories
O' her that was an' is no more -- ye can't escape from these.
Ye've got t' sing an' dance fer years, ye've got t' romp an' play,
An' learn t' love the things ye have by usin' 'em each day;
Even the roses 'round the porch must blossom year by year
Afore they 'come a part o' ye, suggestin' someone dear
Who used t' love 'em long ago, an' trained 'em jes' t' run
The way they do, so's they would get the early mornin' sun;
Ye've got t' love each brick an' stone from cellar up t' dome:
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home.
From the book "A Heap o' Livin'" ©1916
Thanks to Mary Repass-Friend for this poem
Today's Verse
Perfect! - Matthew 5:46-48
"If you love only the people that love you, then you will get no reward. Even the tax collectors do that. And if you are nice only to your friends, then you are no better than other people. Even the people without God are nice to their friends. So you must be perfect, the same as your Father in heaven is perfect." (ERV)
"If you love only the people that love you, then you will get no reward. Even the tax collectors do that. And if you are nice only to your friends, then you are no better than other people. Even the people without God are nice to their friends. So you must be perfect, the same as your Father in heaven is perfect." (ERV)
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
New Blog
Just checked out Janice Garrison's new blog. She is so talented and creative. I encourage everyone to check it out at gatheringrubies.blogspot.com/
Just Thinkin
March is a mixed bag. My brother Jimmy was born 03/03/33, my little sister Susan was born 03/14/48. Jimmy is gone now. I miss him. he was a unique guy. Susan lives in Ft. Worth. We used to talk for hours on the telephone. Now I can't hear so our communications have dropped a great deal. Susan too is very special and I wish we could be together more. Susan's birthday reminds us that our mother died in March and was buried on Susan's birthday. Mother and Susan were very close and it makes the annual birthday celebration bittersweet. Happy birthday family and know that we love you very much.
Update
Doug came up yesterday (03/09/09) and worked on the house. Trying to get it ready to pass lenders inspection. More to do than I thought. Kids are invited up next Sunday afternoon to identify what they want before we have a garage sale and get rid of everything we don't want.
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