Chocolate Chip Cookies

I love chocolate chip cookies!  I especially love them fresh out of the oven when the chips are soft and gooey and the delicious smell of warm chocolate lingers in the air. I am immediately transported to my childhood. 

My mother created a loving home filled with lots of good food but no other culinary memory left such a lasting impression as this one.  Many times I remember running up the steps of our house after school and as I got closer to the door, my senses would be attacked with the intoxicating fragrances coming from inside.  I would enter the kitchen and see warm chocolate chip cookies sitting on the cooling racks waiting for my siblings and me to gobble them up.   While the smell was delightful, the taste was sublime!

Perhaps because of this, I love to bake cookies for my own children and grandchildren.

One day, as my grandchildren were playing downstairs, I quickly threw together a batch of these delectable morsels.  The kids would periodically run up the stairs to see if they were ready yet but my answer would always be, "I'll call you when they’re ready.  Go play!" 

When all was prepared, I stacked a dinner plate full of cookies and set them on the dining room table.  I called for the kids to come and waited for them as I finished cleaning up my mess. 

Only one child came immediately.  Caleb, age two, saw the cookies and sat down directly in front of them.  His eyes grew large as he gazed at the treat before him.  Grabbing one, he took a bite and I heard a satisfying sigh escape his lips.

Selma and Gabe came running into the room and tried to snatch a cookie off the plate.  Caleb reached out and swatted their hands away from the full plate as he cried, “No! Mine!  All mine!”

"Grandma!"  I heard the wails fly.  "Caleb won't let us have a cookie!"

I glanced at Caleb and realized that the look of satisfaction on his face was a result of believing that the entire heaping mound of cookies was for him and him alone!  There was no way that I was going to destroy that look of pure delight so I promised the other two their own full to overflowing plate of cookies.  They went downstairs and continued to play while they waited for me to deliver them. 

As I took the rest of the cookies out of the oven and placed them on the cooling racks, I thought about how much joy it gives me to bless, richly bless, my grandchildren.  If I, as a lowly human grandmother feel that way, how much more does the all-mighty, all-knowing, all-loving, all-caring Father in heaven want to bless us, His children!

“And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.”

Ephesians 3:17-19

                                                 Have a good day!   Love, Sue

Amazing Day

Of all the days of your life, which ones do you remember?  I have many days that I can recall bits and pieces from but I have only a handful of entire days that were truly memorable from start to finish.  One of those times occurred in July of 1994.  My husband and I, along with some of our children traveled down the coast of Washington state to a campground near the town of Ilwaco.  After we set up our travel trailer in the state park, we climbed over a ridge to play on the Pacific Ocean beach.  We also arranged to go ocean fishing the next day.

Before sunrise the next morning we drove to Ilwaco and boarded the charter fishing boat.  Once aboard, my four year old daughter, Rachel and I sat inside but my husband, John and our sons, Carl and Erik perched outside near the front of the boat as we made our way past the mouth of the Columbia River.   The water was very, very bumpy and we all began to wonder if we would be able to last throughout the entire day!  But, we soon passed over that area where hundreds of early ships had lost their battles and, with relative ease, we launched into the great unknown - the great Pacific! 

As the fishing boat went a short way out to sea, a school of dolphins leaped through the water along side the boat.  Birds swished by and the sun slowly burned off the light fog that encompassed us.  Finally we were at our destination and the boys let out their lines.  I don’t remember what was caught exactly but I do remember someone on the boat caught a small shark and another person caught a skate.  All of it was very unusual and exciting. 

After we got back to shore and took our catch to the trailer to eat, we slipped back to the same beach from the night before and built sandcastles.  Shortly before sunset, we raced to the end of the beach and climbed a short ridge to the base of the lighthouse that guards the harbor at Ilwaco.  When we got to the top, a blazing sunset was forming to the West across the Pacific.  We stood on the steps of the lighthouse and sang songs about sunsets.  I know that it sounds kind of corny but as I write this, it is hard to express what a truly magical time that was.  I have rarely felt so at peace and full of joy. 

The sun was down and we realized to our dismay that we didn’t have a flashlight or any way to see our way back to our little home away from home.  Reluctantly, I followed the kids and John through a very dark path in the woods. Night was quickly upon us so we kind of half felt/half stumbled our way along.  At one point in the impeding darkness John whispered, “Quiet!  Look there!”  Through the trees we could barely make out the shapes of a herd of deer standing watching us.

  Finally, we made it to the small camp road and I knew that we were only a block or two from our campsite.  As we began to walk, my son, Carl, who at fifteen was now taller than I, reached back and grabbed my hand.  For a few minutes we held hands as we walked and talked in the darkness.  I remember thinking that I needed to consciously cherish this time because he was fast becoming a man.

We continued walking until we found our trailer.  We climbed into our beds and the children quickly fell asleep.  In the few minutes before I too shut my eyes, I remember thinking that it had been one of the best days of my life.  And so it was….

Jesus says, “I have come that they may have life, and that more abundantly.”   John 10:10. 

                                                       Have a good day!  Love, Sue

Enjoy The Small Stuff ...

                                                 SO

            THE BIG STUFF IS EASIER TO HANDLE

So many times my grandchildren teach me amazing lessons on how to live life.  Their innocent approach to living enchants me.………

One day  after  making a batch of brownies, I took the beaters out of my Kitchen Aid mixer and was in the process of putting them in the sink when my one and a half year old grandson, Caleb came bounding around the corner of the refrigerator.  He squealed with delight and jumped up and down as he reached for the chocolate covered beaters.  His little face lit up with pure joy as he licked them clean.

A year later when Caleb was two years old he wanted to “help” me wash dishes. I took out the Dawn dish washing liquid, opened the cover and before I poured any liquid into the sink, I squeezed the bottle and tiny bubbles appeared!  Caleb erupted with laughter and begged me to make the bubbles fly again and again.  I was fascinated with his complete and utter enjoyment over such a small event.  Since then, I often purposely pause, squeeze the bottle of dish soap and watch the little bubbles float away.  All by myself I stand in my kitchen and simply ENJOY. I know it sounds a bit crazy (at least my kids think so) but try it sometime, its fun!

 Today, if only for a moment, find something to enjoy!

“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it!”

                                                                                            Psalm 118:24       

                                                                     Have a good day!  Love, Sue

The View At The Top

One spring afternoon, my husband and I, along with my brother and some of our children decided to climb Rattlesnake Ridge just outside of Northbend, Washington.  It was one of those crystal clear days that I have experienced only in the Seattle area.  The rain subsides for a time and the pure blue of the sky, the sunlight bouncing off the gleaming peaks of the Cascade Mountains, and the crisp, fresh air fills my soul with joy and I feel like flying.  Hence, the trip to the base of the mountain......

Walking around the still waters of Rattlesnake Lake, I felt no inhibitions or doubts as to whether I would be able to tackle the trip.  We began the leisurely trek up the side of the Ridge.  Jackets came off as the trail became a little steeper and it wasn't very long before Dan, Carl, Erik, and Rachel were outdistancing me.  Since they were tiring of having to wait for me at the end of every switchback, I encouraged all of them, my husband John included, to just hurry to the top and enjoy the day up there.  I would take a little longer but I would be okay.  Concerned, John opted to stay with me while the others left.

I watched their youthful exuberance and energy and longed for the days when I could run up the mountain and jump from rock to rock - graceful and free.  But, at the time, I was close to 50 years old and my days of running with reckless abandon were long past.  I really was very content to go a little slower and savor the experience.  Eventually, I too would reach the top, at least I hoped.  Pretty soon though, John was pulling me up and over the really hard parts and I was realizing that my joyful expectations of an easy, fun filled day would probably not happen.

Finally, I had to stop.  There was no more choice.  We were only a little over half way up and this old, overweight, out of shape body had absolutely no more oomph left.  I collapsed on a rock and waited for breath to resume a normal even pace.  To my chagrin, John was still breathing slow and easy even though he had all but carried me over the last part of the path!

While we sat there, we exchanged pleasantries with people as they passed by.  Over and over again they gave the same message...."The view is incredible!  Very beautiful!  Don't stop now.  The view at the top is worth it! Don't miss out!"

"Okay, okay” I replied, "Just give me a few minutes." 

Another group of four came by with the same message.  As the last person walked past me though, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don't listen to them.  You're just about to reach the toughest part.  There is a muddy area around the next turn and it begins to get really, really steep!  There is still a long way to go and the worst is yet to come!!!!!!!"  Finally, a truthful person who could reinforce my fatalistic thoughts!

I began to prepare to go back to the car.  But, John refused to leave me.  If I was determined to turn around, then he would too.  Guilt swept over me. I knew that hiking to the top of mountains was one of his favorite pastimes and I knew that even though he was being gracious and kind to me, he would be disappointed.

 

I couldn't stand that thought.  So......we started off again.  Sure enough, for me, the trail became a horrible experience.  Breathless, my heart thumped so loud and hard that I believed it would pound out of my chest and roll right down the hill.  John remained faithful and encouraged rests when I couldn't go any longer.

Other trekkers were coming down at an increasing rate and their exclamations of delight over the view at the top became an inspiration to me at a time when I sorely needed it.  The trail was never ending and just kept getting worse.

Finally, we turned a corner and there, through a crack between two large boulders, was my first glimpse of Mt. Si.  There are no words to adequately describe how breathtakingly beautiful that scene was!  Given a new spurt of energy we quickly scampered the rest of the way so that we could see the view in its magnificent entirety.  There at the crest we surveyed the full range of the Cascades with their gleaming snow covered tops.  We could see the outlines of both Mt. Baker to the North and Mt. Rainier to the South.

Joyful grins adorned our faces as we greeted Dan and the kids.  The air was invigorating and I couldn't help but agree wholeheartedly with the hiker's message - The view at the top was wonderful and had been TRULY worth it!  In fact, many years later, if I close my eyes and imagine, I can still feel the warmth of the sun and the whisper of the breeze as it touched my cheek.  I can hear the shouts of joy as the kids discovered holes in the rocks and the expressions of awe as other travelers also made their way to the top.  It was a great day that I could easily have missed.

As I slowly, but contentedly, made my way down the mountain trail I thought about the many times in my life when I have felt like giving up.  Over the course of my life, I have had many disappointments and been discouraged.  Sometimes I have been overcome with problems and been unable to cope.  But, before despair overwhelms me, I usually receive, in some manner or form, encouragement and a "view through the crack of the boulders" that gives me courage to continue.  There I catch a glimpse of what heaven will be like.  For a brief instant, I am able to catch sight of what I have to look forward to.  It gives me hope to carry on.

Even though the road we walk here on earth is hard at times and not always fair, heaven is waiting and if I listen closely, I can hear the voices of those that have gone before - "Don't give up, don't give in, keep walking the good walk and fighting the good fight.  Keep your eyes focused on the goal and never ever take your eyes from it.  The view is worth it!  Heaven and being with the Lord of Life is worth it all!!!!!  Don't miss it!

“Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”

                                                                                          Hebrews 12:1-2

 "Now we see through the mirror dimly but then we will see face to face.  Now we understand in part but then we shall understand fully."  

 1 Corinthians 13:1

                                        

                                                           Have a good day!  Love, Sue

Choices

I am an indecisive woman.  When we go to restaurants, I am usually the last person to place an order.  When my husband asks what I'd like to do on the weekend, I respond like the vultures in Disney’s cartoon movie, Jungle Book, "I dunno know what you wanna to do?"  When I go shopping for clothes for myself, I shop, buy, bring them home and then return them.  Often, I repeat the cycle over and over with the consequence of rarely having new clothes.   I live in America so it is not because I can't find clothes, I just can't decide what to buy because the choices are overwhelming.

Many years ago, when I was the young mother of two small children, I had an experience that made me realize that I was always going to have a very specific choice to make. This choice would make or break the quality of every minute of every day.  It would influence every relationship in my life and would impact directly or indirectly every other decision I make until the day I die!

 

It was a beautiful summer afternoon in Northern Minnesota.  It was one of those somewhat rare but amazing days that are not too hot, not too cold and the bugs are held at bay for a few minutes.  My husband’s brother and sister-in-law and their family along with my mother and father-in-law were on their way to visit us and after they arrived we were all going to go on a picnic.

Going on a picnic always sounds like fun but they are a lot of work to prepare for.  I wasn’t the greatest cook in the world but I got busy (in between caring for a very active one year old and a precocious four year old) and made some potato salad and coleslaw. After covering them with Saran Wrap, I continued my chore and prepared hamburgers and hotdogs to cook over a fire at the park where we were going to spend the day.  I also had to make some cookies and bars because what is a picnic without the good stuff!

I wasn’t quite finished by the time everyone arrived but I was feeling quite proud of myself for having gotten so much food ready in a short time.  Besides that, miracle of miracles, it all looked and tasted good.  I called my husband in from outside where he was busy greeting his loved ones and asked him to help me carry all the picnic stuff out to the car.  Trying to be helpful and considerate, he grabbed the two bowls of salad and hurried away.  I loaded up my arms with the containers of hotdogs and hamburgers and followed him.

I fumbled around trying to open the front door with my arms full and finally made it through. As I let the door slam shut behind me and stepped out onto the porch, I looked up to see my husband opening the trunk of the car.  I watched in mounting horror as he threw the trunk lid up and the two bowls of salad that he had placed on top of it flew into the air and landed face down on the driveway!  The Saran Wrap disappeared and there lie my good tasting, good looking, time consuming, and mother-in-law impressing salads on the ground looking like someone had had a bad case of the stomach flu!

As I stood there frozen in place, I will never forget the split second conscious decision that I made.  In that micro-millisecond space of time I knew that I could either laugh at the obviously funny predicament that my husband found himself in and release any unwanted tension for the day or….. I could choose to get mad at him for talking to his brother and not paying attention to what he was doing…… consequently making a more work for me!

I knew for sure that I had a choice to make.  It was mine alone to decide how I would react.  That split second is forever imbedded in my memory because it was the first time that I really understood both the freedom and the obligation that I have to choose my reaction in any situation whether pleasant or adverse. 

It was literally as if I was standing there with an angel and a demon perched one on each shoulder whispering in my ear.  You’ve seen illustrations like this before, I’m sure.  One was saying “Oh my, how funny was that!  You should laugh and everyone will be happy and have a fun day.  We’ll eat what we have and this will be a good memory for everyone.”  The other was saying, “Come on!  You worked so hard to make it nice for your husband’s family and this is how he repays you?  I mean really, he could have paid closer attention to what he was doing!  You should get mad at him and make him pay!!!!”

I learned on this day that while I have no control over many of the things that happen to me in my life; I ALWAYS have control over my reactions!  I am ALWAYS given that split second in which to choose what that reaction will be.  I am given a choice to either react in a positive life affirming way or to give in to my baser instincts and pass out a judgment of some sort.  The decisions that I make regarding those choices have lasting repercussions and influence not just me but those around me.   But, I ALWAYS have a choice!  It NEVER fails! 

When my kids were small they listened to a recording of Music Machine, a children’s musical sung by the Agapeland singers.  One song has wormed its way into the core of my very being and is played there repeatedly.  The words go something like this….

Once I had a knot in my shoe

And it would not come loose.

I tried and tried and tried and tried

But it would not come loose.

I got so mad I hit the door

And stubbed my little toe….Eowww

If only I had had a little bit of self-control.

Self-control is just controlling yourself

It’s listening to your heart and doing what is smart.

Self-control is the very best way to go

So, I think that I’ll control myself!

I’m not sure that I should reveal which decision I made in regard to the picnic………...lets just say that tensions were high for the rest of the afternoon……..   

            GOOD REACTION/BAD REACTION

                         YOUR CHOICE

                               ALWAYS!

         

                                                     Have a good day!  Love, Sue

          

Fallen Branch

One fall afternoon I went for a walk with my three youngest grandchildren along the gravel road adjacent to our yard.  We followed it for a quarter of a mile to the pond.  Once there, four year old Caleb excitedly made his way onto a large fallen birch tree.  The base was still submerged in the water with the trunk lying perpendicular to the road.  Since the tree branch ended about four feet off the ground and in the pond besides, I cautioned him to go no farther than a certain point because I didn't want him to fall.  He replied, “Oh, don’t worry about me, Grandma.  I’m a strong kid - I’m just like Spiderman!!!!!!”  Confidence in his own athletic ability exuded from his little body.

As I turned to help two year old Seth, I heard a thud and a yowl.  Sure enough, there was Caleb on the ground just inches from the water, crying.  Five year old Selma and I got him back to the road, dusted him off and haphazardly made it back home....

Two days later, Selma, Caleb and I went for another walk to the same place.  The weather was perfect with sunny skies and the wonderful smell of fall in the air.  Caleb ran ahead of us and gently climbed onto the fallen branch.  This time I heard him call out, "It's O.K., Grandma, don't worry about me!  I am sooooooo sorry that I disobeyed you.  I went too far and I fell.  I am sooooooooo sorry!  I promise I will only go this far!"  With that he stopped, firmly planted his small feet on the branch, turned, and smiled at me with no fear of reprisal or discipline....just an honest little heart admitting his wrong and expectantly accepting forgiveness.   

A few minutes later we sat on another log as Selma and Caleb helped me to enter a magical imaginary world of outer space adventure.  As the kids chased from the "doggy" planet to the "kitten" planet in our “supersonic spaceship”, I sat there pondering the amazing truth that I had just witnessed.  Caleb had confessed his disobedience with a heart that was determined to do right from here on.  He had expected to be forgiven because he was truly sorry for what he had done.  He recognized the consequences of his sin and had no desire to repeat them.   When he looked over at me and gave me a big toothy grin, he was making sure that he was forgiven and from then on he did not worry or keep asking me to forgive him.  He changed his ways and forgot about any problem.  He was happy and joyful and enjoyed the rest of the day!

 

Truly, that is why Jesus died on the cross – and why we celebrate Easter.   He came to give us the way in which we can come to Him and receive total and complete loving forgiveness.  No matter how many times we disobey and fall, no matter how wrong we have been, or the mess we have made in our lives, no matter how wrapped up in the cares of this world; if we ask, He is always there to pick us up, dust us off and lovingly offer us a helping hand. Not only does He offer help and forgiveness for today but He also gives us the hope of true life with Him in eternity!  We have only to ask and surrender our lives to Him. 

         

                    GOD SAYS;

YOUR SINS

ONCE CONFESSED

FORGIVEN/FORGOTTEN

                                                           

                                             Have a good day!  Love, Sue

Self Sufficiency Run Amok

My daughter Sarah called the other night and relayed this story to me.....

My three year old grandson Seth likes to color and draw but frequently the paper slides around on the table so Sarah uses painters tape and secures it.  One day, Seth found his own tape and tried to attach his paper to the table.  His mom glanced over at him and discovered that he had made a horrible mess.  Clear, sticky Scotch tape was everywhere and his little hands were entangled in it.  "Oh, Sethie, can I help you?" she exclaimed.

With a strong, determined ring to his normally sweet little voice, he said, "

No, I can hanno (handle) this myself!"

         

Big sister, Selma, came around the corner, saw what was going on and grabbed the tape away from him.  "Come on, Seth, I'll help you."

         

Defiantly and with anger in his voice, he ripped the tape back from her and loudly yelled, "I hanno this MYSELF!"

         

Sarah laughingly said that at that moment she had a vision of what we must look like to God the Father. We try to be self-sufficient and handle life in our own way when all the time a simple request for His help would yield all we would need.

          God says,

“My grace is sufficient for you.  My power is made perfect in your weakness.” 2 Corinthians 12:9

                                         Have a good day!  Love, Sue

Rose's project

    I just got off of the phone with my friend, Rose.  Two weeks ago she fell on the ice and hurt her leg.  I can't remember what she did exactly but whatever it was is requiring her to sit with her leg in the air for a long time.  She is going stir crazy doing nothing and is trying to find ways to stay busy while sitting in her big reclining chair.  When I talked to her she was in the middle of planning her funeral.

    “What?”  I exclaimed.

    “My funeral” she replied in a very matter of fact tone of voice.

    “Are you trying to tell me something?”  I was hoping she wasn't.  I like her and want her to be around for a while.

   “I am sitting here trying to figure out what I want written and said at my funeral.  Why should my family have to deal with that at a time when, hopefully, they are sad?  I want to say some things that are important and maybe people will listen to me when I'm dead and gone!”

    “Are you depressed or something?  Do I need to come over there and cheer you up?  I don't know…Maybe we could play a game or something?  I was starting to get concerned.

    “Oh for silly!  I don't want to play games!   I have important business to attend to with this very important event planning.  There is no more important event in my life except maybe my birth.  But I didn't get to plan that.  I only showed up for the show!”  I heard her normally cheery voice coming through the phone line and I started to relax.  She wasn't suicidal or stressed out, she was simply nuts!

    “Ok, Ok,” I said.  This was a new one for me but I decided to hear her out.  “You are planning what is to be read or said at your funeral.  How are you going about this?”

   Rose continued, “I've already written the obituary.  My family probably doesn't realize how amazingly accomplished I am!  Who knows if they'll get all my facts straight?  Besides, I'm afraid they'll only remember the things that I wish they'd forget.  So, I've made myself sound like a combination of Mother Theresa and Queen Elizabeth with a little Marilyn Monroe thrown in for good measure!”

    “Marilyn Monroe!”  I chuckled.  I had never, ever thought of Marilyn Monroe in connection with my friend before….. maybe the Queen but never Marilyn.

    “Oh you know….I tried to make myself sound interesting, loving, kind, and ….gorgeous!  It is my funeral, remember.  It's my party and they have to believe what I say!”  She was sounding a bit ridiculous now.  Marilyn Monroe, really!

    “Seriously,” She continued, “This is important.  When I die I want everyone that I love and care about to know that I have entered heaven and that I love being there!  I want them to know the difference between knowing for sure that when you die you will be with Jesus and only hoping that you make it there because you are a good person.  So many of my friends and relatives think that if they try “real hard” and obey some laws that God will look upon them and approve of them.  They don't know how it really works.”  Rose's voice was becoming stronger as she relayed the following story.

    “A few weeks ago I saw an older woman in the nursing home.  She was sitting in her wheelchair quietly staring out the window at the snow falling.  As I watched her a tear slipped down her cheek and I wondered why she was sad. I looked at her frail body trapped by age and disease and I imagined that she had many reasons to despair.  Perhaps she was overwhelmed with pain or maybe she was lonely because no one came to visit. Or, it could be that she was discouraged with her life and frustrated at having to be dependent on others.

    Many reasons flew through my mind as I drew closer.  As I knelt down in front of her and took her hands in mine I gently asked her what was the matter. I wasn't prepared for her answer.  She turned to me with watery eyes and sweetly but firmly said, “Oh my!  I'm not really sad, my dear.  I'm just homesick for heaven.  I can't wait to see Jesus and explore the wonders that He has for me there!  Sometimes I just can't wait!!!”  

    “Anyway, as I have been sitting here looking at the four walls of my living room waiting for time to pass, I decided to try to use this time to make sure that everyone I know hears that message of hope!  If they don't listen when I'm alive, then they'll hear it when I'm dead!”   Her laughter was infectious and soon we said goodbye and I hung up the phone.

    I decided that maybe she had a point.  Perhaps facing death squarely in the face and acknowledging the absolute fact of its arrival at some point in our lives is the way to go.  The question then begs to be asked, do you know where you will spend eternity?  You will be spending it somewhere.  There are only two choices, heaven or hell, and the decision is yours to make.

                 

    “If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.” Romans 10:9

                   Have a good day!  Love, Sue

My First Blog Post

Recently, a friend of mine decided that I needed to have a blog and went ahead and set it up.  A few days later he showed me my brand new blog page and told me it was ready for my very first post.  I was both surprised and flattered.  Truly, I wasn't sure what to do with his generous gift of time except to thank him.  But what was I supposed to do now? I had never read a blog much less written one.  Besides, that meant I would have to start writing and let other people read it.  That was a terrifying thought to be sure.

When I mentioned to my daughter that I had a blog site ready to go she put words to my secret thoughts.  She replied, "Mom, do you think that your life is really "blog worthy"?  She wasn't trying to be discouraging, only honest.  I wasn't sure how to answer that question.  Is my life "Blog worthy"?  What kind of life does one have to have in order to be worthy?  To some, my life is probably fairly uneventful and ordinary.  But, to me, personally, it is incredibly interesting, amazing, and exceptionally valuable.  It is the only life I have you see.

So, my answer to her question is this.  Yes, my life is wonderfully blog worthy.  My days are filled with the stuff that most lives are filled with, getting up, brushing my teeth, washing clothes, getting groceries, going to work, etc., etc... But, in the midst of the normal, everyday course of my life are moments of sheer joy, despair, sadness, gladness, and love with smatterings of the unusual and bizarre thrown in for good measure.  My life is probably like yours.

With trepidation I have decided to see if there is anything inspirational, intriguing, or fun to write about deep within the recesses of this old brain.  I'll never know if there is unless I start.

So, here goes my adventure into "Blog Land"...........

Have a good day!  Love, Sue