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Happy Monday friends!  For the past week or so I have felt the nervous excitement in the air as kids are returning or preparing to return to school, teachers are gearing up to welcome students back and parents are either sad or happy that summer is coming to a close.  Maybe a mixture of both.  

While out running errands Saturday the back to school shoppers were out in full force.  Here in the Pacific Northwest we used to see back to school clothes (including winter coats and all) in the stores toward the beginning of July.  Such a shift has happened.  I only saw a few sweaters for sale and mostly just racks and racks of summer clearance.  Thankfully the weather is still warm here so the Fall clothing can wait.  

My daughter's favorite aisle was always (still is...) the school supplies:  Fresh notebooks waiting for facts or notes to friends, #2 yellow pencils just waiting to be sharpened to a fine point, giant pink erasers ready to erase the inevitable mistakes.  

Target always has their school supplies at the back of the store (you know, so you have to walk through the rest of the merchandise and hopefully find something else you might want/need) but I got distracted in that ever-enticing dollar aisle.  

It is true that their dollar aisle used to contain items that cost - yes, a dollar.  It is also true that now they have three price levels: $1, $3 and $5.  I am sure it is a marketing ploy but one that works on me.  "Look what I got in the Target dollar aisle!", even though it cost $3...

As a way to kick off the celebration of my 200th post, an updated blog look and back to school, today's give-away is straight from the Target dollar aisle and I actually found three fun items that were actually only $1 each! 




First up:  This sweet little notepad decorated with swirly pastel colors would be perfect to jot down your grocery lists, reminders or share with a favorite student.  It also has a set of alphabet stickers to personalize the front of it with your name or an inspirational word.




Second:  I also found this coordinating set of 3 gel pens.  I love how smoothly a gel pen writes and these are such fun prints!  



Lastly:  These mini calender clips.  The set of 8 includes Monday through Friday and a bonus one "Funday".  That should be one we use often!


To enter today's give-away just leave a comment (any comment - even just hi or a smiley face) on this post either here on the blog or on the blog Facebook page.  Winner's of each of the five days of give-aways will be posted here over the weekend.* 

Thank you for being here and celebrating with me! 

(Be sure to check back Tuesday through Friday for more goodies.)    

*Monday's give-away has now closed. 

  
     


Weeds.  They are the bane of my existence it seems.  Just when I get one area caught up, another is awaiting my attention.  Sometimes I keep up with them regularly, pulling each little sprout as I find it.  Other times (like lately...) a variety of areas compete for my time and attention and soon the sprouts are spreading, threatening to get out of control if I don't take some quick action. 

Gardening teaches me a lot about myself and the weeds are no exception for I have found they exist elsewhere - the soil of my mind.  Just a small unhealthy thought, a tiny little seed, and left alone it sprouts.  Even worse, I feed it with doubt or fear and soon there is a full grown weed in there that is much harder to remove than if I had just plucked it right away.

A few years back we watched a television program with hidden cameras and an actor portraying a sales clerk who was informing customers that the store policy was they didn't give change back.  Can you even imagine?  The poor store patrons could not.  The "clerk" pointed to the sign clearly stating that the store policy was indeed no change back.  One after the other the customers would react with surprise, frustration or even anger as the clerk explained the policy over and over.  One gentleman, however, did not.  He questioned it and then just shrugged it off.  The host of the show stepped in revealing that this was a hidden camera and asked the man why he didn't get upset or angry like the others.  I will never forget his response: "I don't let people rent space in my head." 

I have thought of his response often.  It's easy to let negative thoughts or hurtful comments rent space in my head.  I also find it is much easier to pluck those thoughts when they are just seeds and replace them with something better.  It's my choice - flowers or weeds.






  
    


Sometimes all you need is a bouquet of flowers picked fresh from the garden to brighten your space. Sometimes you need more.  That is where I was with this blog space.  I considered just a spruce up, a garden bouquet if you will, but on further reflection (and encouragement from my blog friend Robyn), I decided to go for a complete makeover.  And I love it!  I hope you will too.  

Linda from Life and Linda is a wonderful blogger and blog designer and is responsible for taking this space to a whole other level.  She was so patient and kind as we walked through the edits and changes (I am a bit particular...).  What we ended up with is a fresh, fun, easy to navigate space that will serve me well for years to come.  I will be forever grateful for her help and insight.  

You may notice that I have also added a Facebook Page for the blog and would love for you to follow along there as well.  I will update it with links to the most recent blog posts but also hope to provide a bit of other encouragement and fun there.  Also note the Instagram feed at the bottom of the page.  I have been having a bit of fun with that as well.

To those of you who are regular visitors here- thank you SO much for your support over the years.  It means the world to me.  

To those who might be visiting for the first time, welcome.  I hope you will visit often as I continue to look for both beauty and blessings!   
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Some time along my junior high years, my Grandparent’s got a pool.  Oh, nothing fancy, mind you, just an above ground model.  It was a level 4 feet deep complete with a metal ladder to climb up and in.  My Granddad built a wood deck on one edge, with steps up to it, so we could sun there and on brave days jump from it too. 


I don’t really remember any pool rules we had to follow.  Maybe because we were all equal there.  All welcome:  Aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, and friends of friends.  No one was turned away from early morning hours and well into the evening. 
  

No suit?  No problem!  My Grandma had a supply for all shapes and sizes that she had culled from various sources.  Sometimes they were a bit baggy, even mismatched, but it never seemed to matter.  We all wanted in the pool, all felt accepted in whatever suit we wore.


Never the strongest of swimmers, I would usually ease my awkward self in one step at a time getting used to the chill of the water as I went.  Ever encouraged by those around, before I knew it I was jumping off the ladder, a rung higher each time, until finally making the brave leap from the wood deck, swimming stronger and stronger as the days of summer waned.


There is another pool I have dipped my toes in.  A pool of words.  Words that flow from heart to head and on to paper or through a keyboard.  I am not the strongest and certainly not the most talented but my heart is willing to swim. 


This pool of gifting is not just for writers but for singers, photographers, gardeners, musicians, chefs, painters,  (insert your particular talent here), and is vast enough to contain everyone with every measure of that gifting. 


Many have welcomed me, encouraged me and helped me hone my craft.  Being in this pool has inspired me in so many ways.  It has made me want to support others, to stop comparing but encourage, not judge but support.   


We all wear different suits into the water, mine slightly mismatched and baggy, but we are all equal, all welcome.  If you are already in the pool, welcome all comers.  Let’s encourage each other as we make our way down the ladder, as we learn to paddle and even glide.  Let’s celebrate one another’s victories and second place finishes as well.  Let’s keep trying.  Let’s keep making a difference even when it feels small- even when we feel small.  And if you see a fellow swimmer struggling, toss out a life preserver of encouragement, of hope, of love. 


For those of you just sitting on the edge, fearful to dip that toe in, hesitant to develop and use your God-given gift(s), let your faith be greater than your fear.  You were given that very gift by God.  He is waiting to work in and through you.  We are waiting to receive and be blessed by you. 


Come on in.  The water’s fine!    
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It happened again last week.  Another senseless school shooting.  This one was on our side of Washington State at Marysville-Pilchuck High School around 10:30 in the morning last Friday.  I was away from the television and computer until late in the afternoon.  When I turned on the television our local channels were all still covering the tragedy.  A 14 or 15 year old Freshman (who had been voted to his school's homecoming court the previous week) opened fire in his high school cafeteria shooting five of his friends.  FRIENDS.  He apparently stopped to reload and was confronted by a young, first year, female teacher (HERO) and then security before taking his own life.  He and one female student dead. Four others (two males, who we would later learn were cousins of the shooter, and two females) rushed to area hospitals.  Three with head wounds.

Since then another female victim has died from her wounds.  Two remain in critical condition and one in serious.  We have since learned the motive "may" have involved a girl.  The gunman lured his victims to the lunch table to meet him via text message.  Haunting.  Tragic.  Senseless.  


ASHES


Before last Friday's shooting the Marysville-Pilchuck football team (which the gunman was a member of) was scheduled to play Oak Harbor to determine first and second places in their division.  Obviously, the game would not be played.  But a winner was determined (two of them in my book).  The Oak Harbor team decided to forfeit the game giving Marysville-Pilchuck the win.    

"It's not all about football, but it's about the habits of the heart and what our kids learn that are far beyond reading, writing and arithmetic," said Dr. Becky Berg, Marysville School Superintendent.  "And I think this will be a great lesson for all of our kids."

Marysville-Pilchuck got the win.  Oak Harbor got my heart.  But wait, there is more...

Friday night, instead of playing a football game, the Marysville-Pilchuck football team would attend a vigil at at The Grove Church honoring the victims of the shooting.  They would find the Oak Harbor players in the front row.  Touching.  Selfless.  Love.    


BEAUTY





(As a side note, yesterday, the Coach of the Seattle Seahawks invited both teams to practice at the Seahawks training facility.  Seahawks coach Pete Carroll called the forfeit "an extraordinary gesture".)  May the healing begin...  




Grandpa, on the left, during his last parade ride in 2011

I am interruping the photo challenge temporarily because I wanted to share some special photos honoring my Grandpa Ray who just recently passed away.  The town I grew up in, and where he lived most all of his life, has a summer festival complete with parade each July.  My Grandpa was in that parade as long as I can remember marching with a flag as part of the local VFW.  Grandpa was a proud WWII veteran and 5 time commander of his local VFW post.  He marched every year and then rode in a car when he could no longer make the walk.  They wanted to honor his memory and these are some of the photos I took to remember.

 

Led by the proud
 



His local VFW post, where he served many years, honoring him.
 
 
 
 
Grandpa's hat
 
 
 
 
and his American flag that was flown over the White House and presented as a gift by my parents. 
 
 
 
One last trip through town...
 



 
 
 






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One sees great things from the valley;
 
 
 
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only small things from the peak. 
 
G.K. Chesterton
 
 
Praying that whatever views are before you
this weekend
you would find beauty.
 
In the big or the small
may your view include
the Creator
as well as the created. 
 
 
(I took the week off from my usual Giving Thanks Friday post but will be back next Friday with a special one year edition: Giving Thanks Friday, unplugged.)
 

 
 
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The Holiday season is officially upon us and just as the decorations adorn the aisles of the stores and the music is played on cue, the giving offers are arriving daily.  They show up in my rurual mailbox, my e-mail inbox.  They are blasted over radio and television and snuck into various forms of social media.  Some even come through the telephone or by text.  A very few are bad, most are very good and many are great in my book. 

I am sure you are familiar with these giving offers.  Opportunities for us to share a portion of what we have been given with others.  Fundraising happens year-round but the big push (often served with a heavy dose of guilt) comes during the month of December. 

I don't know about you but I often feel overwhelmed with these offers.  There are so many good causes to give to but unless we suddenly inherit a small (or large, I mean, as long as we are inheriting...) fortune my families resources are limited.  It's easy to eliminate the bad, the would be scammers, and we can usually eliminate those that keep such a large percentage of money for overhead that only a few pennies on the dollar go to the actual charity.  Those gone, there are still so many good causes that remain. 

So where do you start?  For me, I have found the best place to start is with the heart - my heart.  Many tug at my heartstrings but a few seem to reach out and grab it.  I keep a budget in mind too lest the guilt get the best of me.  After we chose where to give, and how much, I can feel much more comfortable deleting the remaining offers, tossing or politely declining any remaining.  I am open to being stretched in my giving though and if prompted will give out of my comfort zone.      

Sometimes the charities I choose have a personal connection such as giving to the Federation for the Blind in honor of my Grandpa Peggy who had lived the last years of her life legally blind from diabetes related complications.  They did such great things for her such as putting raised numbers on their microwave to providing a talking clock and recorder to listen to books on tape.  We have also given to the local cancer walk yearly (and continue to do so) in honor of family and friends who have survived or succumbed to the disease.  These are both charities that we have given to other times of the year than Thanksgiving or Christmas thus splitting up the cost throughout the year.

During the Christmas season we have given to our local Gospel mission to provide meals, a local food bank and a local pregnancy center.  We have also given to a few medical related missions based somewhat locally that provide care and supplies to third world countries and this continues to be one that speaks to my heart.  I also have a very soft spot for Show Hope or other adoption related causes.  We also participated in the Operation Christmas Child shoebox project through Samaritans Purse for the first time this year.  With the internet it is easy to check out where your money is going and how much will go to the actual project.  Don't be afraid to check it out and ask questions.  A true charity will welcome your inquiry. 

Another way to give is to consider where you purchase your gifts from.  This year I have purchased several gifts from companies who provide opportunity for economic independence and a step out of poverty.  You get a great, handcrafted, one of a kind gift and are able to give back at the same time.  Karama is a favorite for bags and ornaments and Noonday has great jewelry.  Sevenly creates great T-shirts with a portion going to various, changing causes from adoption to autism and beyond and we were thrilled to help Mercy House reach one of their many goals this year in helping moms and babies to thrive.  We also have an amazing family friend who works for Charity: water and we love helping provide clean water to those without.          

Finally, giving doesn't have to be in the form of money.  We also should consider giving of our time and talents as well as resources.  And don't forget to pray.  The needs are great, so pick the way you can best help and just do something for someone this Holiday season in honor of Jesus, the greatest gift ever given.

"Don't fail to do something because you can not do everything."  Richard Stearns   

How do you choose where to give?  Do you have a favorite charity?    

        

 
We lined the streets to honor those who serve and have served.
 
 
 The marching band played
 
 


 and the cheer leaders thanked.
 

 
 
 
 
There were the respectful
 
 
 
 
and the respected.
 
 
The tired...
 
 
and the retired. 
 
 
The poopers
 
 
and the scoopers.
 
 
 Riding proud were the past 
 
 
and the present.
 
 
Walking tall -
the future.
 
 
There were patriotic weiner dogs
 
 
and candy tossing kids with goats.
 
 
 A heartfelt Star Spangled Banner followed by
Amazing Grace.


 

 
The red, white and blue waved
from back of Jeeps 
 
 
and homes of those who have given,
 and lost their son.
 
Our hero.
 
 
And leaving town for home
a yellow ribbon
for those still waiting...
 
 
 


*On a day where we are so thankful to those who have served/are serving on behalf of our country, many of them are on the ground right now in the Philippines assisting in the aftermath of the recent typhoon.  First and foremost the Philippine nation needs our prayers.  They also need our assistance.  Writer/Blogger Amy Sullivan has shared some inspiring ways to do both.  Check out her recent post for more information:  http://www.amylsullivan1.com/2013/11/how-to-help-typhoon-haiyan-victims.html

**This is posting the day after Veteran's Day due to an outage of our internet service yesterday. 



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I AM so glad to live in a world where there are Octobers.  (And Anne of Green Gables...sigh...love that book!)

I am also so glad, and oh so thankful, to live in a world that has came so far in the advancement of breast cancer treatment and to have my Mom and Aunt Wendy (both breast cancer survivors/thrivers) here with me to celebrate this October and more to come.  We have a strong family history of breast cancer and they have lost their grandma and two cousins to the disease.  

I went for my yearly mammogram a couple weeks ago and am happy to report my results letter contained normal results.   I pray for those whose letters contained other news.  

If you have never had a mammogram and have a family history of breast cancer, or are age 40 or over, I would strongly encourage you to consult your doctor and schedule one this month.  They are only slightly uncomfortable and the feeling only lasts moments.  Early detection is key.

I would also encourage those who purchase breast cancer awareness products to do just a bit of research to see how much money, if any, goes to actual breast cancer research or funding for breast health services.  There are great products out there.    

October is a month of pumpkins and it's a good time to think about the health of the two "pumpkins" your body was blessed with : )  

Wishing you all many more Octobers~     
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I just ran in for some over-the-counter allergy medication.  I said I would be quick so my husband rolled down the window in the truck and opted for the radio.  Not a store I frequent often, I quickly wandered aisles and read signs before reaching the cold/allergy section.
 
 
I scanned the shelves for my choice and saw her from the corner of my eye.  She was making good time with her wheeled walker complete with seat.  I glanced her way and smiled as I scooted closer to the shelves so she would have plenty of room to pass.  On a mission, she asked if I knew if they had any "regular old soap" besides the fancy kind that she could scarcely believe was selling for $4.99 for a three bar pack. 
 
 
We chatted about soap, the general rise in prices on everything and how busy the neighboring restaurant was.  I glanced momentarily at the medication on the shelf as I remembered my husband outside.  I turned my attention back to her just as she asked, "Do you like any of what I am telling you?".  I grinned a yes, changed my stance from one leg to the other and settled in for her story.
 
 
Born one wintery February, on a farm in Iowa, she was the last remaining from a family of 14 (fourteen!).  She told me she would be turning 93 this February but, "It's not good to live too far in to the 90's, you know" she laughed.  Her capri pants and brightly printed socks stuffed inside sensible shoes echoed her playful and practical sides.  She talked bits and pieces of her long-lived life before wistfully offering that she would much rather live on a farm today than where she lives now.  Her voice trailed while telling me her memories of growing up, of time spent on the porch with her mother, of working in the garden just beyond.
 
 
She talks of two paintings she has done depicting her memories, one of a train and one of a scene of the farm during the snow.  She tells me she has tried to paint the old school house, that is still standing, but that she is not able to.  She shared that she thinks it is because she always tried to earn a special cape that was awarded at the school and was never able to do that.  She says that when she looks at her paintings she can hardly believe she painted them herself.  They are a gift I tell her, a way to remember.  
 
 
Her eyes moisten and she pats her walker.  "I asked a lady in Wal Mart where she got her Cadillac" (read: walker) telling the lady she needed one herself.  A gentleman nearby overhead and offered one to her, free, the one she was using this very day.  A long pause ensued but I didn't move.  She looks deep into my eyes,  "It was meant to be you know".  And I feel it, this meeting today, it was meant to be.
 
 
She pats my arm and says, "Thank you for listening and I wanted you to know that".  Then, before I can respond, one last bit of advice.  "Take care of your teeth" she says.  "My sister had to get new ones and they are very expensive!"  A final pat to my shoulder and one last, "Thank you for listening to me - and I want you to know."
 
 
I find the allergy medication on the shelf but leave it there after seeing the price tag is much greater than what I usually pay elsewhere.  I leave the store hands empty but heart full.  I am thankful for God-ordained moments like this and most thankful I made the time to listen.  I take with me shared memories and shared moments.  Moments and story that were meant to be told and, most importantly, meant to be heard.
 
 
When I return to my husband he says he wondered if he should have come inside to help me when I took so long.  I point to the lady, now leaving the store, and my heart lightens when I see she is getting into a car where her husband is also waiting.  "That is what took so long"  I offer.  He smiles noting my empty hands.  He knows it was meant to be too.



 
 
Linking with Jennifer Dukes Lee #TellHisStory:  http://jenniferdukeslee.com/
           
 
 

 
 
We are having a "staycation" of sorts this week and that includes time at the beach.  There are always a few brave surfers who don wet suits and hit the water.  Such fun to watch from the shore.
 
 
I loved snapping a photo of the photographers who set up their tripod and giant lens.  There was a lot of beauty of caputure even with the heavy marine layer at the time.
 
 
We just loved the creativity of the one who transformed this partially burned piece of driftwood into a cow!
 
 
Most of the fishing boats were already in dock yesterday afternoon.
 
 
 
Fascinated by the crab pots.
 


 
 
Beautiful vintage church ~ can't help but wonder of the many prayers prayed within those walls.
 

 
And on our way out I spotted a couple of dandelions : )
 
Whether you are staying home this summer or traveling far, I hope you are finding time to relax, renew and refresh!
 
 
 
 

(If you are looking for a no/low cost way to have some summer fun check out my post at Bargain Hoot today: http://bargainhoot.com/2013/07/10/low-or-no-cost-vacation-idea-visit-a-public-garden/)
 
 
May we never forget...

 
I am a newbie blogger, just a beginner getting her feet wet, so I really didn't feel ready, or worthy, to choose a word of the year let along blog about it like the "real" bloggers are doing.  But be that as it may, a word kept staring me in the face.  I saw it on a necklace, viewed it on Pinterest, sang about it in church, read it in Scripture and lived it for the last 12 months.  HOPE.  
 
There were times this past year I felt as if I was holding on by a string.  My focus was often on me and/or the challenges that were/are facing those I love.  I was trusting 2013 to start anew - you know, a new word.  Funny thing is, 2013 is off to a roaring start and I find I need that Hope more than ever...
 
As I focus on Hope once again, hold it tight, I now realize what appeared to be a tiny string is actually one of many strings woven together into a strong rope I have been given to hold.  And at the end of that rope is His hands, soft and strong, waiting to catch me as I let go and surrender completely to Hope, the anchor for my soul.  (We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.  Hebrews 6:19) 
 
My faith in God instills hope within and hope allows me to face my fears and overcome.  Hope gives me a future.
 
A sweet friend painted a heart shaped ornament for me with a bird perched on one side and on the other the words of Emily Dickinson:  "Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."  (Thanks CTB!) 
 
I love my friend, I love the words of Emily Dickinson, and I love that I can hold fast to Hope for yet another year.  Praying you will as well.
 
 
 
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In the spirit of HOPE, I am sharing a link for you to meet fellow blogger, Joy,  from Small Town Joy.  We have an opportunity to bless her family through a giving program called One for One as they share Hope with their little "Pie".  Check out the link below for more information and to meet this sweet family.  
 
 
 
 
Small Town Joy
 
Small Town Joy: One for One



And, because I am feeling bold, I am also linking up with "real" blogger Layla from The Lettered Cottage here for her Word of the Year Link Party.


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I try to exercise on a somewhat regular basis (hey, I am trying here...) in order to keep fit and as an attempt to trim the waistline just a bit.  I am definitely not a runner and am certainly not a gym rat like my extremely fit daughter or a bulged out fitness buff like my nephew.  I use the stationary bike, enjoy yoga and or Pilates.  We also get a fitness channel on our satellite but it comes on VERY early, maybe 3 or 4 AM, so I set the DVR and keep a recorded supply of some aerobic dance shows.  I like the variety the shows provide with a different routine every day.

So, one typical Pacific Northwest rainy morning I am in front of the television just exercising my little heart out to a fitness routine, music going, heart pumping.  During a rather intense portion of the program, with my arms lifted and legs jumping to and fro, I turn my head to the side and catch a glimpse outside our picture window.  Right in the street in front of our house is two young neighbor boys pumping arms side to side and shaking their bottoms and laughing away.  They were outside waiting for the school bus and apparently stopped by for the show!  Embarrassment quickly turned to laughter for me as I waved and then quickly disappeared from view of the window to complete the routine...

And I think, would I do anything different if people could see my day to day routine through a picture window?   

The true test of a man's character is what he does when no one is watching.    
(John Wooden)

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