A Wonderful Blog…

I follow many blogs these days and it is such a wonderful part of my day. Each morning I bring in my tea, sit at my desk in the den and read through all these blogs. There are those that make me smile; ones that make me LAUGH out LOUD, blogs about coping with the stress of daily living; interesting blogs wherein I learn something new almost daily and then there are those that FILL my heart with rejoicing.

Today I want to share one with you all that I have only discovered last week. Already I am a complete fan and I just love this young lady. She has been through more than any one person should ever have to endure but she walks today in VICTORY in spite of everything. She is truly a testament to the Joy of the Lord. She is an example for young and old alike. She is on fire for the Lord and I urge you to go to her web site and read what she has to share. I promise you, there will be tears, there will be smiles, there will be encouragement for all.

Her name is Jessie and her web address is




The Longer I Live….

Evening time on the island and all is quiet. As I look across the waters of Harrington Sound, I marvel at the peaceful like stillness. The lights across the water twinkle and throw out an invitation to sit awhile and drink in God’s sweet creation. The dogs are sleeping by my feet and except for their sleepy time whimpers as they dream of another exciting day on their horizon tomorrow, I am alone for a short time with my thoughts.  Mt husband is out on an errand and so I return to the draw of the computer and this blog despite the glorious beauty all around me.
I had a delightful day with my youngest grandchild and he was perfectly behaved and wonderfully loving. At three years of age, he shows quite a bit of wisdom and it never ceases to amaze me. We played and watched the Lion King together and played some more. At one point he was playing quietly with his little race cars and I was softly praying. He seemed to not notice at all, he was so engrossed in his little game and soon I found myself quietly praying in tongues, my heart filled with love and thanksgiving for my Jesus. Suddenly the little guy looked over at me and said, “Grandma, you can stop praying that special prayer now.”  I looked at him surprised and asked him how he even knew I was praying but he just smiled and looked right into my eyes.

The longer I live, the more I know how amazing is my God!

Our little Peek-a-boo game earlier today


Something Borrowed from my Sister


I loved this post from my sister so took the liberty of reposting it here. You have to follow her blog guys. Lots of variety and fun.

Success.....Time in Bermuda


Posted by oldgirlnewtricks in RetirementJuly 18, 2011


I won the battle of the computers vs humans today.

All I had to do was print out a boarding pass for my trip to Bermuda tomorrow.  Sounds easy, and computers were supposed to save us time, but someone at the airline designed the web pages to be as confusing as possible.  At one point I was questioning if I had ever even booked the trip.

I got into the dreaded “loop” where I was going around in circles, always ending at the same place –  and never where I was able to print my boarding pass.   Finally I gave up and decided to phone the airline.  Ooooh, bad decision.  It started with a disembodied voice telling me if I wanted French to “dit francais”.  It kind of took me by surprise and I missed the next command, so I had to say “go back”.  Needless to say we “went back” several times and I was finally able to choose to speak with a “superagent” (I’m not kidding).  Trouble was , all the superagents were busy maybe chasing spies or something, so The Voice said they’d call me back in 14 to 21 minutes.

I finally spoke to Rachelle and she was very helpful, telling me to go to a website I hadn’t even tried yet!  When I got to the site, I was asked for a lot of personal information, like what mark I got on my Grade 4 Math final exam, and what I ate for dinner on my twelfth wedding anniversary.  Okay, I’m exaggerating, but you get the idea.  I don’t think I had to answer such personal questions since my passport application.

I guess they decided that they would, after all, allow me on to their precious 737 and I was able to print my boarding pass.

Computer – 0, woman – 1.

Until the next time!

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My Savior

I just read my fellow blogger,Joyce’s  post for today (http:www.joycedevivre.wordpress.com) and was blown away by her guest’s testimony. In summing it up, I wanted to share the following:

“Nineteen long centuries have come and gone and today He is the centerpiece of the human race and the leader of the column of progress. I am far within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever were built, all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as has that one solitary life.”  Jesus is Lord – Excerpts from “One Solitary Life” (author unknown)

A Christmas Gift for THIS Blogger

I wasn’t planning on doing a post till after Christmas but I have been so touched by a comment from Southern Sea Muse that I had to sit at my desk and write a few lines.
You see, she nominated me for the Versatile Blogger award. Thank you so very much. This means a lot to me! I am humbled; I am honored; I am a wee bit embarrassed. I was awarded this award a few months back so while I am honored I would like to bestow it on another fella blogger. Thanks SO much Southern Sea Muse. Again, that was very sweet. Also a couple of weeks ago my dear blogging friend Elyse, Fifty-Four and A Half nominated me for the 7×7 award. I didn’t do anything about it because I am really rather shy. YES I am…..ha ha I know it sounds like false modesty but seriously when I read so many other terrific blogs I often think mine is ok but that’s it. Silly isn’t it?

Anyway THANKS to you both; no thanks to you ALL for your interest, comments and encouragement.

And now I am off to get ready for Christmas Eve service at our church. All our children and grandchildren are coming so we will be quite a crowd. I LOVE watching the little ones in church. And if they misbehave, well then GOOD. …..As a grandparent it is entertaining; as  a parent it is a nightmare. LOL

AND I told my 3 daughters that I am wearing a pencil skirt and high heeled boots. Woohoo. It is BECAUSE I have 3 daughters that I even know what a pencil skirt is. Methinks on me it may resemble a crayon skirt, you know the jumbo ones. ha ha OK so I am only 12 lbs overweight but still I shan’t look like my glamorous daughters at all. I may take a photo and post it tomorrow. MAYBE…. my son could care less how we girls dress but…..everyone knows women dress for other women~~~


Merry Christmas……

Let’s go forth into the tropical evening air to celebrate the Savior’s birth!


“She is looking at me!”

After yesterday’s post I thought I would allow myself to return to frivolity. Not to say I take back any of it; indeed I fully intend to keep living this walking/praying method.

However, today I have been unable to do my daily walk. So, you may be wondering, did I find time to pray anyway? OK so you don’t actually care but I shall tell you anyway. It’s MY blog, remember? 🙂

Today I had even MORE need for prayer than yesterday. You see, I happily agreed to watch some of my grandchildren for a few hours. (4 of them). Now these are sweet and mostly good kids but it must be the pre-Christmas excitement because 2 of them were close to driving me INSANE….

“She keeps looking at me!” followed another few minutes from his brother, “The girls are talking and I can’t concentrate!” Then there was, “I wish I didn’t have a brother” followed by “She irritates me all the time” and blah blah blah….you get it. Once or twice an hour there was a mini melt-down. I was at my wit’s end and so had to call Mommy. She got them sorted out real quick but nevertheless, I decided it was time for a little Grandma Lesson.

Out of a world population of just under 7 billion people, one child insists on living in a world wherein no one should look at or gaze upon him.  While the other must be treated to absolute silence whenever he may choose.

Oh it is laughable but I thought of how ridiculous we adults can be at times too.
I know I often wish people would not look my way if I sneak out of the house to run to the store in less than fancy duds. Wouldn’t you know THAT would be the day I see Mrs. So and So?! And VERY often I wish people would be quiet so I could think. Or even so I don’t have to overhear them screaming at each other on the streets.

But back to the Grandma Lesson. It usually starts with how much God loves us. And at this time of year I told them how God sent His only son to be born in a manger so that He would grow up to die for us….It went something like this:

God: So Jesus, will you do this for billions of people all over the world?

Jesus: Yes, Father I will do this for them so they can be saved and one day join us in heaven.

God: But what if there were only 10 people, would you do it?

Jesus: Yes, Father, I would still do it.

God: But what if there was only Robert? Surely you wouldn’t allow people to torture you and crucify you for just him???”“”

Jesus: Yes Father I would still do it for this one person.


The boys were suitably amazed and even agreed to google images of Jesus as a baby and then His death on the cross.

Just as I was patting myself on the back and we were walking outside, another spat ensued…

“He touched my shoulder!”

Oh dear…….aren’t we just the same before our God and creator.

“Lord, give me strength and send home their parents!”

Testimony of A Street Walker

Just about every day, Monday through Friday, I walk the streets of our city here in Bermuda. Whilst my husband walks over 4 or 5 miles  with his walking buddy, I go off on my own and we all meet up after an hour.  I just cannot keep up the pace they set. In fact, they walk faster than many runners and have trophies to prove it. I just want to get exercise without being resuscitated or rushed to the ER.

My husband and some of his walking buddies

And so, as the Christmas shoppers go to and fro on their merry way, I strut past them and get my heart pumping! It is still warm here in Bermuda so I am red-faced and unattractive so of course, I meet and greet lots of people I know. I try to make it obvious that I am out exercising and therefore not dressed to the nines, not that I ever really dress that way but there are times I try to tidy myself up somewhat.

Many thoughts go through my mind as I rush along the sidewalks. And I have even dreamed up some rather clever topics for my blog here but by the time I cool off and shower afterwards I have usually let those ideas stay in the back of my mind.

But today I made myself a new promise. I decided that I would NOT waste one hour every day just letting my mind drift. I decided that I would dedicate this hour to Jesus. Through my sweating and huffing and puffing I would give my all to Him. In fact, I have taken it upon my shoulders, such as they are after 62 years, to pray for every person I pass. I speak to many (It is customary here in Bermuda to greet people along the streets) and of course, many drive past me on their motorbikes or in their cars. I am asking the Lord to bless each person along my way. I am seeking a new touch of His spirit on this island and its people. I am thanking Him for His love and mercy and renewal and restoration. I implore Him to bring back the people who are lost and lonely. I am asking Him to show Himself to each person in a fresh new way. I am believing for a NEW Bermuda. We are plagued with violence and crime and it is time for God’s people to humble themselves and pray…..to seek His touch on our lives. To set the captives free.

I am hoping that one day, many will join me and walk the streets of our towns and cities and pray for our brothers and sisters along the way.

Let’s get physically fit  and get strong in the Lord!

And So This is Christmas…..

I am taking liberties here and publishing something my brother wrote last week.
I am quite sure he would want to share it with you all too.
He is a wonderful, loving, God-fearing, amazing Christian!
Be as blessed as I was receiving this:
Written by Ed
Christmas is a time for children and adults to believe, and for most of us; a time of joy and giving.  There are wonderful stories and sweet myths attached to the occasion, but as with most things, there is a purpose and a truth.
Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners.  He came, not to sing carols, hang stockings on a hearth or to roast chestnuts over an open fire, but, to die for our sins.
I love Christmas.  I have wonderful memories from my childhood and many more precious memories of wife and children on Christmas morning.  These fill my heart and mind, not just in December, but throughout the year.  Yet, it is the message that, God commended his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ, the child born of the Virgin and laid in a manger, died for us.  God sent His Son to deliver us from our sin.
The angels sang, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace to men of good will”.  Sinful man found peace though the Prince of Peace, the Lord and the Redeemer.
This is Christmas,  “… He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities.  The chastisement that brought us peace was upon Him and by His stripes we are healed.”
This is Christmas, “…for the joy that was set before Him He endured the cross, despising the shame….”
Let us prayerfully, yet purposefully as a declaration of faith, say, “Christ Jesus came into the world to save me!”
Remember Paul’s exhortation to the jailer.  “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and you will be saved; you and your household.”
My family and I will celebrate this December 25th, because the message of Christmas really is for the whole family and all who believe, not in wonderful stories and sweet myths, but, in Jesus.
Have a merry and a blessed Christmas.

My Jerry is….mentally unbalanced

In the midst of this busy Christmas week, I am going out on that good ole proverbial limb here and am going to discuss a very important topic. Whilst it IS the Season for rejoicing and making merry, it is also a time for reflection. I honestly don’t mean to be insensitive here but I just gotta be me (as I believe Frank Sinatra used to croon to the tune of millions $$$)

The very fact that ‘he’ is a part of so much discussion on my blog, would seem to indicate that I have a deep-rooted love for Jerry but to be real, my sentiments vary with the weather. (and here in Bermuda the weather does not vary greatly) However, anyone who really REALLY knows me, knows I speak truth here. I mostly don’t care for little Jerry too much. I mean I care FOR him but don’t care much….well let me stop right here and further explain this mess I am attempting to compose.

Jerry is one half of the infamous team of Ben & Jerry and no, I don’t mean the ice cream guys. I am speaking of our two little pugs. In February they will be 7 years old and you would think they would be well settled in to life here on ‘the Rock’, more specifically in our ‘home’. Just when I think I can trust them to behave and allow them free reign of the house while we are out and about, I come home to a distinct poo-poo stink and yup, there in a neat little heap is a still warm pile of shit. (sorry for those of you who may have sensitive ears but I call it like I see it and smell it and shit is what that crap really is!!!)

It is obvious, even to cold-hearted me that I cannot even scold the little fella. Unless one catches the beast in the very act of squatting and releasing, it is safe to assume a scolding is a waste of time and energy. They are quite dumb little animals, you see and so I just look at the offending one….quite sure it is Jerry but then Ben does seem to have a snide look on his cute little black face so…..

Jerry has already been diagnosed with Depression and OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) and was even put on some rather fun medication. It actually seemed to work for about a month but then he got used to it so would either have required larger and larger doses to achieve its purpose and even I don’t want a doped up druggie of a pet. I made the final decision to take him off all medication and for the most part he is a happier little pug. Of course, that could be due in part to the fact that I started popping his pills. Ummmmm (just kidding here)

Both dogs are LICKERS but Jerry is obsessive about it. He licks himself, his bed, the carpets (ewwe) the floor, the furniture and his brother (in an incestuous way GROSS) I cannot not have him sleep anywhere near my bedroom….he is going at it all night long and while that may ah…er….um….interest some couples in the bedroom, it leaves me cold and angry. And so, my darling husband has relented and the ‘boys’ are shunned from our bedroom. They sleep across the house in the far corners of the kitchen but do you know what? I still wake up from time to time hearing slobbery ‘lick, lick, lick’! It drives me mad!

Today I stopped in the local pet store to inquire about something natural to give him to help him relax a bit. They gave me something new and I am eager to give it a go. I am hoping he will relax just enough….JUST ENOUGH to stop licking and obsessing but not to relax his innards to an extent that may increase involuntary intestinal releases.

And YOU thought YOUR life was hard…..come on guys, give me a break….

(laugh with me, won’t you?)

OCD Jerry with my granddaughter