tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77103810191625838432024-03-12T18:59:35.986-04:00Be Still and Know... Reflections on life, faith, being a wife,
mother, grandmother, sister,
girlfriend, artist and anything else
I can toss on the pile!Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.comBlogger853125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-55556558870704814482021-12-03T22:56:00.000-05:002021-12-03T22:57:02.280-05:00Nothing an evening cocktail can't fix...<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> I am trying to come up with a basic set of question to facilitate a daily post.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">So maybe the first question should be:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">1. What was/is the highlight of your day or week?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">This week I went to a funeral of one of the saints of our church. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">A sweet, sweet woman who was dearly love by so many. As I sat and listened to the testimony of the woman's life I felt truly blessed that I had the privilege of knowing her. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">It was a blessing to know that she is no longer suffering.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The next question should be;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">2. What should I or could I have done differently today or this week?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">This falls under the category of a good thing and bad ting. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The new season of Lost in Space comes out this week. I LOVED that show when I was growing up!!! Sadly, I have totally forgot what happen last season so <i>am having to rewatch several of the previous episodes so I can catch up.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>This happens quite frequently. </i></span></p><p><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Also, Diana Gabaldon has just published the next instalment to her Outlander series. </i></p><p><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I have to (again) re-read the last few books because I simply can't remember what happen when she left off. </i></p><p><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Do you have to do that? </i></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">3. What's the best thing that happen this week?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Do you have people you are accountable to? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I have many. My sweet accountability sisters. We hold one another </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">accountable</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">, we pray for each other, we listen and weep with each other. We met weekly and pray for each other. It is one of the best days of the week. We have been doing this for almost 20 years...so a LONG time. Thursday evenings are a good thing!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">4. What do you look forward to each day/week?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">evening cocktail...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> Moscow Mule</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span> Diet Ginger Beer and Vodka and a liberal amount of fresh lime juice...it's good stuff!</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Galatians 6:2</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span class="versenum" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-weight: 700; line-height: normal; position: relative; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">2 </span><span style="background-color: white;">Bear one another's burdens, and </span><span style="background-color: white;">so fulfill </span><span style="background-color: white;">the law of Christ.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span>Blessing</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span>R</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span><br /></p>Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-17639462189876190372021-12-01T17:33:00.003-05:002021-12-01T17:33:34.126-05:00Riveting Content...NOT<p> I worked today, printed church bulletins, sent the email newsletter, assembled Welcome Packets and updated the church calendar...toldya it was riveting!</p><p>Next, I stopped and bought a massaging heating pad, the highlight of my day. So far it's awesome.</p><p>Watered the garden, the spinach and kale were planted late so the hope of winter <b><i><u>salad greens</u></i></b> my not happen.</p><p>What's your least favorite thing about Christmas? </p><p>Mine is trying to decide what to stuff the stockings with. I always feel like I never have enough stuff, but then I don't want to waste money on junk that will get tossed in a month...the struggle is real. </p><p>Spent the better part of the afternoon decorating the christmas tree. It's nearly done. </p><p>Pending later...reheating my leftover lentil soup and there may be a grilled cheeses sandwich to accompany the soup...and there might be a cocktail later whilst I stream a few episodes of something mindless on netflix or HBOMax...</p><p>Blessings</p><p>R</p><p>PS: Warned you you about the riveting (NOT) content!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #121212; font-family: ArialMT, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Liberation Sans", FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre;">That same night they must roast the meat over a fire and eat it along with bitter <b><i><u>salad </u></i></b>greens and bread made without yeast.
Exodus 12:8 NLT
https://my.bible.com/bible/116/EXO.12.8.NLT</span></p>Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-90510062315008477782021-11-29T22:36:00.002-05:002021-11-29T22:36:25.990-05:00Post Three - Blog Re-Boot - She is Ten Days Old<p>I had to go back to work today. Poor me...</p><p>Reality crashed in and I had to get up and go to work. Those church bulletins aren't gonna print themselves...LOL!</p><p>The reality that I can't move in with my daughters...BOOM! </p><p>I must lean into the reality that she is now a mother herself. </p><p>For as much as I may want to, I have to trust the process in place. </p><p>All new parents have to learn for themselves how to be parents.</p><p>I have to trust that the foundation and example set for her is rising up. </p><p>Watching my daughters grow into motherhood is/was a profound privilege. </p><p>There were moments when I would watch her interact with her own daughters, I was overwhelmed with love.</p><p>My baby is now a mother with her own child, I'm still wrapping my head around that one.</p><p>Subject change: I put up a batch of spice cranberry sauce today and thawed a container Lentil soup for dinner...it was good!</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #121212; font-family: ArialMT, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Liberation Sans", FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre;">Then Jacob gave Esau some bread and lentil stew. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #121212; font-family: ArialMT, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Liberation Sans", FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre;">Esau ate the meal, then got up and left. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #121212; font-family: ArialMT, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Liberation Sans", FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: pre;">
<a href="https://my.bible.com/bible/116/GEN.25.34.NLT">Genesis 25:34 NLT</a>
<br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p>Blessings</p><p>R</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-45023969656886429182021-11-27T17:12:00.005-05:002021-11-27T17:16:29.792-05:00Day Two Blog Re-Boot<p><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I left my house at about 10:30 Thursday evening and have today returned home, Saturday, November 27th. </span></p><p><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">It didn't feel like 9 days, but when emotions are high and a sweet new baby arrives time either slows to a snails pace or speeds by quickly.</span></p><p><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">This afternoon it was time to tear myself away from my new grandbaby and point my car in the direction of home. I was beyond thankful that I was able to spend the time with my daughter as she settled into motherhood. </span></p><p><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">There were many moments as I watched with a full heart as she tended to her new little one. It really was a very unique experience, watching my little girl, my baby with her own baby. </span></p><p><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">How did that happen?</span></p><p><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The nine months we waited with great anticipation were finally here, we all had different expectations and different perspectives.</span></p><p><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">My perspective was a teetering balancing act between motherly concern as my daughter labored greatly during childbirth and joyful anticipation as my arms ached to hold my new grandchild.</span></p><p><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">As I drove home this afternoon my thoughts were wandering about, new baby, new mom, new year, so may new things.</span></p><p><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The other new reality is that I was there to help, not take over. I'm the grandma...not the momma!</span></p><p><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Today I am thankful for text messages (four so far since if got home with pictures attached), little pink babies wrapped up like a burrito, video chats and sleeping in my own bed tonight. </span></p><p><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">It will be like a woman suffering the pains of labor. </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">When her child is born, her anguish gives way to joy </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">because she has brought a new baby into the world.
<a href="https://my.bible.com/bible/116/JHN.16.21.NLT">John 16:21 NLT</a>
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Lake lots have been purchased and the beginnings of a "future plan" is in place for where we will spend our golden years...LOL! Is that even a thing anymore?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">My children are now parents themselves, which seems a bit odd. But watching them as they parent is a mixed bag of blessings and challenges. As I compose this I am watching my daughter learn how to be a mom to my granddaughter who is seven days old! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I went back to work part time, which was a good thing, but quickly turned into more that I anticipated...so I made a change and now I am much happier working at a small church part time as the Ministry Assistant.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I pick up my brushes during the lock down and have started to paint and draw again. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I am not sure why I felt drawn to start this up again. Maybe just the need to see if anyone was still out there...soooo.....hello! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Is anyone out there! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I'm not sure of much these days, covid-19 has taken a LOT from us. It has changed the way things are done, changed they way we interact with one another, changed the way we live our daily lives. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I'm kinda over it....in a BIG way!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I don't have a plan or purpose for this restart just yet...but I am hopeful that it will evolve/develop/blossom over time...so for now I want to wish everyone a happy day after Thanksgiving.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I will close for today with my life verse:</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #121212; white-space: pre;"><a href="Psalms 46:10 https://my.bible.com/bible/116/PSA.46.10"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">'“Be still, and know that I am God! </span></a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Let me know if you're still out there!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Blessings</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">R</span></p><p><br /></p>Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-44707819198217710392015-09-04T10:00:00.000-04:002015-09-12T10:12:09.568-04:00Beach Vacay Day Five ~ On the way home...I was mentally kicking and screaming as the sun came up on our last day.<br>
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As condo's go, I have to share that being the spoiled woman that I am I found several deficits in my surroundings.<br>
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Don't get me wrong, I loved our time at the beach, the place where I rest my head is a secondary issue. It was completely adequate, however, compared to some of the other places we have rested our head this was a bit lacking. The back deck, the furniture was very old and kinda dirty, so sitting outside was not an option. Enjoying my morning coffee as the sun came up was not something I wanted to do on rickety dirty plastic lawn furniture. The grill was a fire hazard, there was a dead tree right outside our back porch so it was a bit of an eyesore.<br>
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The condo was also a townhome, that meant stairs leading up to the main living area and then stairs leading up to the bedrooms. The trips up and down the stairs were not the most conducive to the arthritis in my hips and knees. I managed to contain the trips up and down to a minimum so it did not adversely affect my pain level to much.<br>
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We had a minimal view of the morning sunrise, but mostly we slept in.<br>
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I am a HUGE tightwad, but I thought that the price per night was a bit high given the distance we were from the beach. The fact that we did not have an ocean view was a bummer. The distance to the beach from our condo was a bit more than I would have liked but we managed. The Hubs would drive me down to the clubhouse and we would unload all our stuff, then he would drive back to the condo and then walk back down to the beach, casue there was no parking at the clubhouse.<br>
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The complex had a few maintenances issues. I thought the whole place could have benefited from a coat of paint. I'm guessing that the complex was about 20 plus years old, so it was getting to be just a bit past it's prime.The condo had no beach chairs, beach towels or umbrella. Also with the condo being a bit of a stroll from the beach a lot of folks had small wagons they used to carry all their stuff down to the beach. So as convenience goes this condo did not meet my expectations. We had to bring all that stuff with us and that was a lot of stuff to pack! Live and learn, I will know what to ask next time and what to look for when I am doing my pre-vacay research.<br>
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But then we didn't come to hang out at the complex!<br>
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The beauty of the beach and the time we spent there made up for the deficits in our housing.<br>
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I was also a bit disappointed in the appointments in the kitchen. Let's just say that the owners of the condo did a bit of embellishment as they described how well appointed the kitchen actually was.<br>
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There was a semi sharp knife, plates, cups and a few other odds and ends. I made due and we did not starve.<br>
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But "Well appointed kitchen..." that would be a BIG NO!<br>
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The coffee maker worked so everything else was gravy....<br>
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I look traumatized by the condo deficits don't I....NOT!<br>
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I was able to read a book from start to finish, I can't remember the last time I did that. I signed the inside page and left it in the condo for someone else to enjoy.<br>
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This was the path we took for our evening stroll each night. The complex had a myriad of boardwalks weaving in and out that all lead to the beach, so it was not a difficult walk.<br>
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After breakfast, and after packing all our stuff in the car we tortured ourselves with one more trip down to the beach to say goodbye.<br>
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My theory, the beach is always the most beautiful on the day you have to leave!<br>
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Here is the comic relief! Clearly the Hubs is not grasping the concept of the selfie...<br>
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Me, on the other hand...NAILED IT!<br>
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Now that I know about the really cool animation function I had a little fun with it...<br>
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Saying goodbye to the beach...<br>
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I guess it wouldn't be a road tip without a few traffic jams.<br>
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Me quietly enduring the Hubs as he maneuvered the SLOW TRAFFIC...IT WASN'T PRETTY Y'ALL!<br>
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At last, feet propped and safely at home and longing to be back at the beach.<br>
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Well that was our Beach Vacay 2015<br>
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Y'all I wanna go back....RIGHT NOW!<br>
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Blessings<br>
RRobin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-15200787451070653442015-09-02T10:00:00.000-04:002015-09-02T10:00:00.314-04:00Beach Vacay Day Four ~ A Perfect DayY'all God is sooooooo good!<br />
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Our last full day at the beach was about as perfect as it could have been.<br />
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We had blue skies and not a threat of rain at all.<br />
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We had an entire day to enjoy, sunning, napping, reading, dipping in the pool...it was awesome!<br />
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Perfection!<br />
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This little guy was fearless and very bold, he hopped around in the sand just a few inches way from my tootsies looking for birdie tid-bits in the sand.<br />
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I tossed him a grape and he was less than enthused, apparently ocean fowl don't eat grapes.Later a seagull swooped in and snatched it up and then promptly dropped back down on the sand.<br />
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Whooo knew....<br />
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We had most of our meal at the condo, I had planned very well and spent minimal effort, kept it very simple, mostly fruit and yogurt for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch, big salads for supper.<br />
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But on our last night we went out for dinner.<br />
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A very dear friend suggest The Indian Pass Raw Bar.<br />
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HAVE MERCY!<br />
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Y'all, over the course of that last few months I have been really trying to expand my pallet. I have never been a HUGE seafood fan. With the exception of oysters, weird I know, but I have always like them.<br />
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Funny story, when I was pregnant with my son, back in the dark ages, I craved oysters and sushi. The odd thing was I had never eaten an oyster or sushi but suddenly started craving them. There was a sushi place right across from where I worked at the time so when the craving would hit, I would indulge from time to time. It was probably horribly bad for me, so much has changed in what they allow pregnant women to eat, but my docotrs told me certain foods to stay away from and such and oysters were not on the forbidden list. Go figure.<br />
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But I digress.<br />
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Anywhoo...<br />
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The best way to describe this place is incongruent.<br />
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It si a major hole in the wall. It used to be a gas station.<br />
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The reality, it's not much improved from it's origins. As far as I could see they had invested little in the way of upgrades. The removed the gas pumps and that's about it.<br />
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They had live music outside, the beer cooler was self-serve and on the honer system. You were given a sheet of paper and a pencil, you were relied upon to accurately register how many beers you consume over the course of the eveing., Fortunately, the Hubs and I are not big beer drinkers, we are also honest so we restrained outselves.<br />
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The inside seating was limited to cheap plastic library tables and cheap plastic lawn chairs.<br />
You wrote your name down on a waiting list and then when your table was ready, which you also had to share with another couple, someone would stand at the front door with a piece of paper with your last name on it. They had it down to a science. The menu was on the back of the piece of paper that they held up.<br />
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Even that was self-serve.<br />
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The menu with a series of boxes, you went down the list and entered how many dozen of each item you wanted. The waitress would come back and take you list and then the eating began.<br />
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My only complaint, it slightly offended my sensibilities when the food was presented. I am a huge believer in the statement "We eat first with the eyes!"<br />
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However, even with there complete lack of presentation, the oysters were presented on a plastic cafeteria tray with plastic forks, horseradish sauce and lemons. There was a box of saltine crackers on the table, a roll of paper towels and a big bottle of cocktail sauce. No fuss, no frills!<br />
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Even with the lack of presentation, they were the best raw oysters I think I have ever had. Not trace of grit and they were fresh, basically perfection on the half shell.<br />
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The seasoned steamed peel and eat shrimp were not to bad either.<br />
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But the star of the meal was the baked oysters.<br />
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Very simple, served steaming hot with a sprinkling of parm, served with a bit of crusty bread to soak up all the deliciousness.....ya know those meals you have, that linger in your thoughts. Well I am still thinking about those baked oysters.<br />
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One dozen raw, one dozen baked, steamed peel and eat shrimp and steamed crab legs. By the time the crab legs got to the table I was so involved in the foodgasm I was experiancing that snapping a picture was the last thing on my mind.<br />
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The Hubs was skeptical that we were going to be able to make our way through the meal!<br />
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"We're gonna need a doggie bag!" he said!<br />
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Well doggie bag my bohunkious....we were victorious!<br />
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Fortunately, our server made it out alive.We managed not to confuse her appendages with the pile of crab legs before us.<br />
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I am also thankful that there is no hidden footage of our feeding frenzy, that I know of anyway!<br />
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It was soooooooo gooooood!<br />
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My one observation: I have never paid that much for a meal served on a plastic cafeteria tray in an old gas station in my life, and I had to fetch my own beer too boot, well to be completely honest, the Hubs fetched the beer.<br />
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However, the meal was outstanding so it was money well spent!<br />
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We made it back to the beach in time for a blue sunset. The cloud came in so there was not much color, but it was wonderfull cool and breezy.<br />
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We leiserly enjoyed our last evening on the beach. I was secretly trying to figure out how textend our stay on an indefinate basis...but reality was just a few hours away.<br />
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Say ti aint soy'all!<br />
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Blessings<br />
RRobin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-18568798273989508152015-08-31T10:00:00.000-04:002015-08-31T10:00:05.135-04:00Beach Vacay Day Three ~ Dark CloudsDay three unfolded the same as the day before. After breakfast, we headed down to the beacht. However after a few minutes.....<br />
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...we began to notice some very looming dark clouds off in the distance.<br />
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We were able to get in a few hours of beach time before the dark clouds lumbered in. We had to rapidly pack up and race back to the condo before the thunder and lightning hit.<br />
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God is good and the thunderstorm did not last very long.<br />
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Our evening cocktail and stroll was just gorgeous!<br />
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I was again basking in the solitude of the beach!<br />
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Is this not gorgeous, I keep using that word!<br />
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Outstanding, spectacular, breathtaking, amazing.....<br />
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Meanwhile back at the condo...I had a few minor issues with the refrigerator. The setting was a bit off and several things froze.<br />
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The strawberries I had brought with me.....FROZE SOLID!<br />
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I was regretfully forced to alter my menu and suffer through a frozen strawberry cocktail while we relaxed after our evening stroll!<br />
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Oh woe is me.....NOT!<br />
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Blessings<br />
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<br />Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-46516098571952432512015-08-29T10:27:00.001-04:002015-08-29T10:27:39.118-04:00Beach Vacay Day TwoDay Two....<br />
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After a wonderful nights sleep, we hit the beach after breakfast.<br />
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I had been looking forward to sinking my toes down into the sand for so long. I was good y'all!<br />
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In a perfect world, our condo would have been just a few steps away from the beach. However, due to circumstances beyond our control (conflicts on the Hubs office calendar, we had to adjust our dates to accommodate his work schedule) plus, the place we had originally wanted to stay at was no longer available for the new dates we needed. There were also some financial constraints (I don't know about y'all, but that money tree in the backyard just isn't producing like it is supposed to!) So ya make adjustments and move forward. Our condo was about a 5 to 10-minute walk to the beach, not perfect, but it was still the beach.<br />
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My saving grace was the clubhouse and pool. Once set up at the beach it was a very short walk up to the pool and restroom. I could lounge to my hearts content and then head up for a cool dip and a potty break anytime I wanted.<br />
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An afternoon thundershower chased us off the beach, so we packed up and enjoyed an afternoon nap in the air conditioning..<br />
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We grilled steaks for supper....YUM!<br />
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After dinner, we fixed a cocktail and headed down to the beach for a stroll to enjoy the sunset.<br />
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We practically had the beach all to ourselves!<br />
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The sunset was beautiful.<br />
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I am always re-reminded of God's majesty when I experience a moment of sunset!<br />
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It seems like every day I discover some fun new thing my phone does!<br />
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It kinda weirds me out sometimes, I picked up my phone and got a message that there was a new animation waiting for me to look at.<br />
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My Photo App all by its lonesome had assembled a series of photos onto this really cool animation.<br />
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I love the way it looks, but REALLY it sorta reminds me of The Terminator. I keep wondering when my phone is going to achieve consciousness and attempt world domination<br />
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Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-3411927718716946412015-08-24T10:00:00.000-04:002015-08-24T10:00:00.851-04:00BEACH Vacay 2015 -Day 1<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-size: large;">Is there such a thing as a vacay drive happening in this day and age without having some sort of traffic jam? Not on a Georgia highway, that's for sure!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-size: large;">I love my husband but sitting in traffic seems to push him to the limits of his Christian charity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">it did not last too long....</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We began our trip with full confidence that the GPS had us safely in hand. At about the mid-point in our trip, we began to wonder. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Were we headed to the beach or had the mysterious voice in our GPS taken control and decided that the middle of nowhere was a more desirable destination. We were traveling down lonely roads with no other cars in sight in some unknown rural part of Alabama. The roadside was a sea of tall scrub pines, the very picture of a scene from the walking dead. I kept an eye out for the possibility of the zombie apocalypse, cause if we never returned nobody would ever be able to find us.</span></div>
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Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-77868864034954293842015-08-17T08:18:00.001-04:002015-08-20T11:07:50.932-04:00The Girlchild Update and a Vacation<p dir="ltr">For the few of you who still read my blog, the Girlchild made it home safely from the beach.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Momma, made it through on her knees, but I made it through. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The one fact remains steadfast, there is no problem that prayer can not soften, I could not actually know what she was doing, I had to trust in the foundations we have laid for, the foundation she has taken up for herself.</p>
<p dir="ltr">God is good and a steady stream of conversation with the creator kept my head from exploding, my accountability sisters were awesome as well.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't know what I would do without those women in my life!!! FOR REELZ!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Life is funny, I am convinced that God has a wonderfully sharp sense of humor. No sooner does the girlchild make it home safely from her first unsupervised vacay, what do we do????</p>
<p dir="ltr">We promptly head out leaving her all by her lonesome while we enjoyed some down time, some much needed down time in fact.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So I switch from concern over her being at the beach unsupervised to worries about her having the house all to herself.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So, I'm think'n that God is trying to teach me something, I just need to figure out what it is...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Trust in God...<br>
Trust the foundation...<br>
Trust, Trust, Trust...<br>
Do not worry...<br>
Train up a child in the way they should go...<br>
Be still and know that I am God...</p><p dir="ltr">Take your pick!</p>
<p dir="ltr">And I had no signal whilst at the beach so I couldn't phone home!</p>
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<p dir="ltr">It's ok to unplug every now and again.<a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VSsp0NPsTjk/VdXqOUFJOpI/AAAAAAAARuQ/s1600/20150819_091803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="text-align: center; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VSsp0NPsTjk/VdXqOUFJOpI/AAAAAAAARuQ/s640/20150819_091803.jpg"></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MmpsBYoGXb8/VdXqeVviUjI/AAAAAAAARuY/8aArwNLRHqI/s1600/20150819_091803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MmpsBYoGXb8/VdXqeVviUjI/AAAAAAAARuY/8aArwNLRHqI/s640/20150819_091803.jpg"> </a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start;">We arrived back home to find that the house was still standing, the Girlchild was fine, the dog did not starve, nor did she and all was well.</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start;">I know she did not starve because the physical evidence she left behind was still in the sink.</p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-npAJu-XDS2k/VdXr7kMmwcI/AAAAAAAARuo/lh5-ghcQmcg/s1600/20150819_172923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-npAJu-XDS2k/VdXr7kMmwcI/AAAAAAAARuo/lh5-ghcQmcg/s640/20150819_172923.jpg"> </a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start;">And yes, she did clean it up, cause momma wasn't doing it....</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start;">GOD IS GOOD y'all! !!</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start;">Blessings<br>R</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start;">PS: Contemplating doing some vacations posts...it was good y'all!</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start;">So keep an eye out...</p></div>Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-71540684721970685962015-08-08T08:38:00.000-04:002015-08-08T09:19:55.039-04:00Streaching Those Prayer Muscles <div dir="ltr">
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As a mom, I have those moments when I am stuck in worry and concern. The rational side of my brain tells me to let go and let God handle things. That would be the smart thing to do.</div>
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It was another maternal milestone, watching my daughter drive down the street heading for her first vacation...without ME!</div>
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She and three of her friends headed to the beach. She worked hard all year long, ended the semester with a 4.0 and working diligently saving her paycheck.</div>
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Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-1078946285941901072015-07-30T12:35:00.001-04:002015-07-30T13:35:45.791-04:00Waiting for the clay to dry...<p dir="ltr">No really, that's what I am doing right now. So rather than sit and twiddle my thumbs...Blogging from the studio!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Over the course of the last several month life has been streaching my prayer life. </p>
<p dir="ltr">In a nutshell, parenting semi-adult children is hard. I may end up in the nut house before the process of releasing the girlchild out unto the world is all said and done.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I am seeking the rule book for how to maintain my sanity and control my toung whilst appearing perfectly calm to the rest of the world. Anybody got a copy...cause I really need it. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Wait...rule book, God's Word, that's it I'll club her into submission with my NIV Study Bible. It's big, thick and certainly heavy enough! Well maybe not, but a girl can dream...</p>
<p dir="ltr">My internal dialog is screaming "Do it my way!" Yet my semi-parental-wisdom is shouting to just keep my trap shut. All this hinges on me being obedient to keep said trap shut...yea, not so much! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Not to mention you know who stirring the pot of conflict, fear, worry and all other unwanted emotions and thoughts in my head.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Each day I find myself on a continual loop of prayer. </p>
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Lord Help her...<br>
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<p dir="ltr">Laying in bed at night, tossing and turning and having at time some rather heated discussion with the Lord. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Cause I need a vacation, </p>
<p dir="ltr">Growing up is painful, the jury is still out on who suffers more in the process. The parents or the children...</p>
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<p dir="ltr">PS: She hasn't joined a cult, run off with motorcycle gang or adopted a life of crime, it just feels that way. It's all normal, at least I keep telling myself that anyway.</p>
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Last night I spent several hours having great discussion with the Lord. The evil one would place unwanted thoughts in my head. I would take them captive, place them in God's hands and allow Him to usher them back out. </div>
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I want to control, yet know I can not. I want to protect, yet I know I must allow the freedoms for her to spread her wings. I want her to do what I want, not what is popular. I want to pick her friends AND I want to pick her BOYFRIEND...I want her to...y'all get the idea.</div>
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Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-25743274152254578402015-07-20T09:18:00.001-04:002015-07-20T10:10:19.409-04:00#repairmytemple update<p dir="ltr">So what is the deal with weighing first thing in the morning? </p>
<p dir="ltr">What does time of day have to do with how much my body weighs? I get that my tummy is empty, but really what's the dif...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Anywhoo, over the course of the last few months I have been kicking myself for not having kept a better record of my progress. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Well I did a bit of back tracking this morning and was VERY pleasantly suprised. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I downloaded a fitness app to my old phone about a year ago. Well apparently when I set it up I had to enter all my stats into it to begin with. Well fast forward 13 months, factor in that I can't remember half of what I did last week let alone  13 months ago, which brings me to this morning. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My new phone came with a fitness app already installed, so I had been using that one out of convenience. I had downloaded the other app, it has a great function for breaking down the calories of recipes. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I have a point...really...</p>
<p dir="ltr">I was beginning to notice that my clothing was not fitting, but since I have not been dilegent in tracking my overall progress I was very pleased to re-remember that I had that old app on my phone. </p>
<p dir="ltr">On a whim yesterday, I snatched up a pair of jeans from the "I can't wear anymore pile" from the bottom of my closet and...</p>
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<p dir="ltr">The Hubs did not notice, but then do men ever notice??? Not to mention that I have/need to loose a few more before it becomes really noticeable. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So here is the good news!</p>
<p dir="ltr">This morning when I updated the info on the "old" app I found that over the course of the last year I have lost 27 pounds...Oh my goodness!</p>
<p dir="ltr">I knew I was slowly making progress, but it was nice to actually see how much.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Making small incremental changes over time, focusing on real healthy food and removing processed products has made a huge difference. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Balance and moderation are the key. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Case in point, the Hubs and I throughly enjoyed the fried chicken, mac & cheese and biscuits over the weekend and it did not send me on a downward spiral feeding frenzy. Now as a treat every once and a while fried is ok. </p>
<p dir="ltr">But as a general rule, we don't do anything fried.  Very little bread, cut way back on pasta and removed the sugar. My rule is to try to keep the food as close to how it comes out of the ground. If I can't pronounce it then I don't eat it. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I still have areas in which I struggle, I can only speculate where I would be if I was really dilegent with my physical activities.  My mobility issues are still problematic as my hip continues to be an issue. </p>
<p dir="ltr">But for today I am very happy with my progress.</p>
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Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-59158210969114592642015-07-17T10:03:00.001-04:002015-07-17T10:03:46.549-04:00Something to ponder on this morning. ..<p dir="ltr">From my Joyce Meyer Devo this morning.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"If you are born again, then Jesus is dwelling in you through the power of the Holy Spirit. But is God comfortable in you, and does He feel at home there within you? It took me a long time to understand that God lives in me along with all the other stuff that’s going on in my inner life. Because many Christians are not willing to submit to the inner promptings of the Holy Spirit, they are not full of peace. Their inner lives are constantly in turmoil. If we want to be a comfortable home for the Lord, let’s learn to dwell in peace and joy, trusting Him to take care of us."</p>
<p dir="ltr">This really impacted me this morning. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I think, after recovering from the whirl of activity, house cleaning, menu planning surrounding our recent dinner guest, this connected with me in a big way. The bottom line all the hard work we did was to ensure that our guest was comfortable in our home. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The notion that my inner junk make my temple a place of turmoil, and that in turn make my dwelling place for God unhospitable...ah moment!</p>
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Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-75396924581082642342015-07-16T08:23:00.003-04:002015-07-16T08:52:08.607-04:00My House is Quite <p dir="ltr">I woke up this morning thinking it was Friday, after 48 hours with Muffinhead, a trip to visit one of my accountability sisters who landed in the hospital, it's been a whirl of activities. I woke up to a very quiet house, a quiet house is a good thing. </p>
<p dir="ltr">One of my scriptures this morning was from Isaiah </p>
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<p dir="ltr">You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I am inspired by the goal of perfect peace. I know that perfection is something I will only attain on the other side, but pondering on the concept of perfect peace brings me momentary peace. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The goal of having a steadfast mind is a HUGE struggle for me as well. Taking every thought captive is a difficult thing to do. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Not impossible, but it requires diligent effort on my part. Obedience is important as well. I was intrigued by a new show on television, we recently upgraded to a cable provider that has on demand. Love having the ability to watch what I want when I want. But I digress, after about the third episode I rapidly found out that the direction and content of the show was absolutely not something I needed to be watching. Now I have all this leftover residue popping in and out of my thoughts. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We live in a fallen and broken world. That's the reality, what I choose to allow to influence my life and actions is also a reality. I can choose to strive for perfect peace or I can choose to let the evils of the world wash over me and bring chaos. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Today I am embracing the goal of perfect peace, anticipating the success of my first attempt at dill pickles, pondering what to do with the mound of Roma tomatoes piled on my kitchen counter, enjoying the memory of my granddaughter at the potters wheel for the first time and savoring the quiet along with my coffee.</p>
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Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-23504453349028623282015-07-11T17:27:00.001-04:002015-07-11T17:27:15.062-04:00The Boss is Coming to Dinner ~ Part Three<p dir="ltr">We're ready...</p>
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<p dir="ltr">My house is company clean! </p>
<p dir="ltr">My hummas is in the frig, the olives, the boconchinni, the pita chips are ready, we have a Greek appetizers going on.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Prosecco Cocktails before dinner. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Grilled lamb, steak and veggies on the grill too.</p>
<p dir="ltr">All I have to do now is get the veg in the marinade and season up the meat later and I am done.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Fortunately the boss has been to dinner before, so it's more like a friend coming for dinner only amped up a bit.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm even pulling out the placements and cloth napkins y'all! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Blessings <br>
R <br></p>
Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-45735247848240636702015-07-09T09:12:00.001-04:002015-07-09T09:12:32.266-04:00The boss is coming to dinner...<p dir="ltr">Ya know what that means. The house has to be company clean. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I put a considerable dent in my list of chores yesterday, so I am in good shape.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Fortunately we have had the boss out for dinner a few times, so my stress level is minimal. He is a nice man and my husband and he get along very well. He is from Germany, his wife and children have gone back home for a visit with family leaving him "home alone" so the Hubs offered some table fellowship. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So I am off to Walmart to buy a new set of drinking glasses, I don't think I have four that match anymore, cause ya know they break....I might even buy some new towels for the hall bathroom. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I am live'n on the edge...NOT!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Normal life requires new drinking glasses from time to time.</p>
<p dir="ltr">That's about as profound as it gets for me today.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Blessings <br>
R </p>
Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-80812459031018266502015-07-04T06:59:00.001-04:002015-07-04T08:41:15.946-04:00She nailed it this morning...<p dir="ltr">From my devo this morning, Joyce Meyer was right on target.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Feelings are fickle; they change frequently and without notification. Since feelings are unreliable, we must not direct our lives according to how we feel. You can be aware of your feelings and acknowledge their legitimacy without necessarily acting on them. God has given us wisdom, and we should walk in it, not our emotions."</p>
<p dir="ltr">In her opening paragraph she writes:</p>
<p dir="ltr">"We all have emotions, but we must learn to manage them. Emotions can be positive or negative. They can make us feel wonderful or awful. They are a central part of being human, and that is fine. Unfortunately, most people do what they feel like doing, say what they feel like saying, buy what they feel like buying, and eat what they feel like eating. And that is not fine, because feelings are not wisdom."</p>
<p dir="ltr">I can totally identify with this. Over the course of the last several months I have been really trying to focus on making better choices. In September of last year the Hubs and I participated in the bible study Experiencing God. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Honestly, there were some several times when Mr. Blackaby and I differed in thinking. However overall I enjoyed the study. It was a turning point for me in one HUGE area of my life.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The focus of the study was seeking to redefine our approach to God. He is already active, moving, working in our lives, we/me need to tune into where He is at work and actively join in on the process. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My take away from the study, I could not physically join in on anything, aside from sitting and knitting a prayer shawl in my recliner. My temple was in disrepair. There was no one to blame but me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Reading Joyce's words this morning hit home for me in a big way. I am an emotional eater. I may want something to eat, but most times it has nothing to do with actually being hungry. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Over the course of the last several months I have made multiple changes in how I eat, trying to retrain myself. I have moved away from certain things and I am making progress. Giving up the sweet tea was hard, but I have embraced the stevia and am learning to appreciate it's different-ness. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I know there is a wealth of information linking our food choices to all manor of health issues. So far my supplements, removing processed products and eating real food has not had the desired effects on my arthritis. I still struggle with daily pain. But I still have a ways to go in reaching my goals regarding the bathroom scale. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Have noticed some improvement in my knee pain and less pain in my feet, but the hip....still hurts A LOT. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I FEEL discouraged right now! I am tired of hurting...</p>
<p dir="ltr">My feelings are fickle, repeat this statement over and over...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Each day is an opportunity to make better choices. </p>
<p dir="ltr">There are things I don't want to do but should do, like hip replacement surgery. It will happen at some point in the future, but for now more work on my temple and my thought processes need to change as well. Not to mention coming up with the cash for the surgery...don't get me started on the deficits of our lovely health insurance...thank you Mr. President NOT. If we had our old (substandard...LOL) 80/20 plan in place I could get the care I need, but not now!</p>
<p dir="ltr">But I digress, last night was the first time I actually met my goal for physical activity. WOO HOOO. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It certainly wasn't the 10,000 step most programs recommend but it was not to bad either. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Everyday is an opportunity for good choices, not so good choices or bad choices. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It was date night last night, the good thing about making good choices most of the time is that it's ok to splurge once and awhile.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">I did not sleep well last night. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Parenting is so hard, when they are infants, you think wow this is hard. You have to trust your gut because they can't tell you what is wrong. Toddlers, have mercy! I remember those days! Teenagers, can I get an AMEN! </p>
<p dir="ltr">I am kicking at the goads here.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Technically the Girlchild is an adult, but my momma instincts are still in full force. </p>
<p dir="ltr">In my head I think "If she would just do things my way.."</p>
<p dir="ltr">The reality is I have to trust the foundation we laid. </p>
<p dir="ltr">You know who is at work placing images, thoughts and all manor of horrible things in my path. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She was off with friends last night, plus the potential of a new boyfriend, well I spent the night wrestling with my thoughts, praying and tossing and turning. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Another reality, she may be an adult in chronological age, but to me she is still my baby. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She returned home safe, a bit later than this momma would have preferred, but the young ones these days have different views on just about everything. </p>
<p dir="ltr">How do you loosen the parental reins, allow the freedoms that come with spreading their young adult wings, but maintain boundaries AND keep the lines of communication open. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It feels like juggling fire while riding a unicycle on a tightrope over a pit of rattlesnakes.</p>
<p dir="ltr">No stress or pressure there....</p>
<p dir="ltr">This morning the phone just would not do. I needed to feel the page in my hands. I needed to see my highlights, read my notes in the margin, remember past tears and praises, hold for myself God’s unchangeable promise upon my lap.<br></p>
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The day lilies are almost gone, but the Crepe Myrtle and Rose of Sharon have begun to bloom. The cucumbers and tomatoes are bursting on the vine. It's a good, cool and quite morning in the garden.</div>
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Arthritis, getting old, finances. There is no cure for old age or arthritis, yes I am taking step to improve aspects of my life with diet and exercise, but nothing I do will change those circumstances.</div>
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Robin Lambrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12408265939620170615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7710381019162583843.post-72130080845457844662015-06-27T08:32:00.001-04:002015-06-27T08:42:06.727-04:00Rainy Morning<p dir="ltr">After my whirlwind of activities yesterday it is good to have a quiet moment. There is a gentle drizzle outside so I am confined to the sofa. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The Hubs has gone to his small group and the Girlchild is still sleeping so my house is quite. A quiet house is a good thing!</p>
<p dir="ltr">God is good and my efforts to make good choices during campmeeting were balanced. I fixed a big salad from home most nights and then allowed myself one choice (ok maybe one and a half choices) from the dessert table. It was a workable solution.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I did give myself one night to visit the covered dish table and again God is so good. He prompted someone to make everything I was searching for.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Macaroni & Cheese, hashbrown casserole, deviled eggs, butter beans, broccoli salad and a fried chicken wing. I did also heap on a big serving of a really good greek salad, so a good choice was provided as well. Y'all is was soooo good!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Even my devo this morning was about making one good choice at a time. Repairing decades of bad choices will take some time. I confess to being a bit discouraged at times with the slow progress but slow is better than no progress.</p>
<p dir="ltr">One of the scriptures from this morning was about being connected to the vine. I love the imagery in this. It is never more apparent then a quick trip out to the garden on a hot day. By late afternoon if there has been no rain the leaves are wilted and in need of refreshment. It's my job to care for my vines. I water them, prune off the parts that are unruly, harvest the ripe fruit and toss the fruit that is bad. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Repairing my temple requires a daily pruning of my actions and my thoughts. I still have much work to do, but thankfully my example is right before me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Remembering to stay connected to The Vine, God's Word, His Love, His Presence...</p>
<p dir="ltr">I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Blessings <br>
R </p>
<p dir="ltr">#repairmytemple </p>
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