To Stay Afloat

Hey, we just got from a family reunion in Maine, so boats are still on my mind. We all took a schooner ride; wow! was that terrific. Maybe you realize how God speaks to me through analogies? So here’s a great one from my bloggish friend, Stacy. Check it out! (PS, and NO!, I did NOT get seasick…!) –dawnlizjones

Through the Stillness

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I have always wanted to buy an old house to fix  up.  Old houses have character that a newer house cannot compete with.  That probably will never happen, but a girl can dream, you know. It isn’t just houses, anything old excites me.  I don’t know how to describe it.  I think it started as a child.  We lived in this old farmhouse. I remember the creaky wooden steps. I remember the floors, the cabinets, the built in shelves, the scary basement. I remember the old barns we would explore and play in.  I remember all the little details that most people would overlook.

My love for old things carried on through the years.  I blame mostly my dad for this love of old things. He would buy wooden boats.  We would spend the winter fixing them up. It was hard work.  Me being the smallest, I was always given…

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“And if you’ll look at the weather map…”

wood 2As the old saying goes, if you don’t like the weather in Missouri, just give it five minutes and it’ll change.  Of a certainty, the weather is not certain. 

Well, duh.  Living right on the edge of Dorothy and Toto territory, meteorological displays of fury can blow up without much warning, although the science has certainly improved through the years, thankfully, since wind is cause for both fascination and fear in this part of the USA.

Visiting family in Oklahoma one year, I was impressed with the state-of-the-art tornado tracking system during one particular storm.  (Why is it that the place on the globe with the most twisters also has some of the worst dirt for basements??  Few homes have them in that area!)  So we sat in the living room, somewhat intently watching the radar as it revealed—street by city street!—the path of Continue reading ““And if you’ll look at the weather map…””