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Looking Back


I was looking back at the good old days when I worked at Gabriel's. I was 19, which was forty-six years ago. Frank & Max Gabriel owned it then. Then Nancy Stukey came on board as the manager. I don't remember everyone who worked there throughout the years, but here are a few...

Pat, Frank, Marcheta, Max, Nancy, Dickie, Bonnie, Carol, Mike, Keith, Mrs. Dye, Jacquie, Guthrie, Paula in alterations, Helen, Juanita, Char, Doris, Debbie, Latriece, Sheryl, Pat, Vernie, Melissa, Donna, Sharon, Linda, Jan, Nanette, Debby, Marilyn, Cliff, Renee, Corky, Sally, Vanda, Virginia, Nina, Marilyn, Carol, and the beat goes on... 

Who have I left out?

After the store closed, a few of us got together...



Fun times!!! I would love to work there again!!!


Other Son


This guy is our other son, the one we have known his whole life. The one who lived across the street from us. The one our daughter said she would marry in the 5th grade. God has a way. 

We are proud of the husband, dad, and artist he is!






I've been thinking a lot these last few days about feeling worthy. In Christ, I am worthy. The Holy Spirit lives within me and walks with me and talks with me. In our talks throughout the day, I am constantly reminded of how important I am to my Father. 

Yet, Satan uses the world to remind us of our flaws in every mirror and through unkind words.

When I walk with God, listen to the Holy Spirit, and study the Word, my focus will never be on me. My life becomes blessed through the ministry of my journey. God is in it to win it. I tag along for the joy of it all!

I was created to see life very uniquely and am dependent on my relationship with Christ. I am in survival mode every day. What special moments God allows when we rely on Him.

I am not worthy, according to what I believe I should be or should accomplish. Satan wants us to think we are in control. We are not! I am altogether worthy through my Heavenly Father, who works in me and through me, performs miracles and answers prayer, disciplines me and holds me close, and makes way for me to know real peace and joy in the Trinity.


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Jeremiah 29:11 reads ... For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.


The Other Side


A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said, Doctor, I am afraid to die.  Tell me what lies on the other side. Very quietly, the doctor said, I don't know. You don't know?  You're a Christian man, and don't know what's on the other side? The doctor was holding the handle of the door;  On the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness. Turning to the patient, the doctor said, did you notice my dog?  He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside.  He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death,  but I do know one thing...I know my Master is there, and that is enough.
My cousin, Coy, sent me this story today. It is such an excellent analogy of how we should embrace the expectation of eternity as followers of Jesus. 
A few years before my father passed away in 1995, I had surgery. It was not a major surgery, a simple lump removed from behind my ankle. I was in recovery, but I was not coming out from the anesthesia as I should. I was in a beautiful place. The first thing that I remember is the perfect temperature. There were trees with a path, and the sun shown round about them, yet it was neither warm nor cold. As I stood there on the path, I noticed the trees and the colors were amazingly varied, and they sparkled like jewels as the sun moved across them. I remember thinking that the shades of green were more than I had ever seen or could possibly imagine. I did not move forward. I simply stood and took it all in. I felt that I was not ready for what was on the other side of the trees.
Then, a nurse was lightly slapping my face asking me to please wake up.
What a beautiful glimpse God gave me so that when my father died, I would know he indeed was in the most beautiful place, his Eternal Home with his Savior.
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It cannot be painted, nor described fully. I can't say for sure what Heaven is like, but I trust The Word of God that directs me to what's on the other side of this life's door.

Celebrating our Daughter


Today, Celebrate your daughter day; we celebrate our daughter. She amazes me! She is a strong woman, a great wife, the mother to two of our beautiful grand-sisters, she goes above and beyond with her career & she makes fun memories with her family. I'm so glad God chose me to be her mother.






Hurried Mess


One of the things I understand very well about myself is that no matter what project I start, it ends up a mess. The only thing I'm really good at is organizing. I find this a bit odd, this mess of an organized mind.

If I sew, I make a mess. If I cook, everything becomes overly complicated, and it rarely turns out as it should. If I paint, I paint her hands on backward. I tend to hurry through things to the downfall of my desired perfection.

I thought about this today, and I concluded that this is why I'm happiest when someone does my creative tasks for me. I have a great idea of the outcome I desire for what I do. If I don't get it right and done promptly, I simply withdraw from the task. I have a hard time sticking to a task that I determine is unimportant for me at any given time. This frustrates me sometimes. It just isn't worth the inner turmoil it causes. 

When I am in organizing mode, I see the end result and work backward through the plan. I also watch movies from the back of the screen to the front. I can't tell you why it is the way God wired me. I can plan, or organize and this is where I'm the happiest.

My pictures are organized by year, month, and day. I love this. But I don't love that I hurry right through saving them to the file but don't follow through with identifying the picture with what or who is in it. As I get older, it is harder to remember what year I took a particular set of images. Oh well, I may change hobbies before it's all said and done!

I make mistakes because I hurry. I try to slow down, but my mind is already completing projects for next week. I work extremely hard to get things done right. I still make mistakes.



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