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You Know, It’s Sunday… Trusting God

Got my book this week

(from the back cover)

A Girlfriends in God Faith Adventure

Authors and friends, Sharon Jaynes, Gwen Smith and Mary Southerland explore what “Just trust me” entails. Words so often heard in movies just before something bad happens. And yet, God asks us to trust Him.

In a culture where taking control of our own lives is urged, trusting God has become a religious platitude rather than a life-changing attitude. So what does trusting God really look like?

Sharon, Gwen, and Mary – the Girlfriends in God team – come from different backgrounds but have all individually wrestled with weighty issue.  And in Trusting God, they bring their combined experiences and biblical knowledge into one place.  Whatever you’re struggling with, they can relate and have probably been there themselves.

In this book you’ll find:

– A unique 12-week devotional study

– A Bible-study guide and journal page at the end of each week’s study

– The flexibility to study on your own or with girlfriends… or both.

I ‘ve been a follower of GIG for awhile now, and I really like reading their online devotions.    If you need some winter reading, check it out!



You Know, It’s Sunday… Imagine This

We bought this paperback book the other weekend, after mass, called Rediscover Catholicism,  A Spiritual Guide To Living With Passion And Purpose, by Matthew Kelly.

I opened it up to the first page, the prologue, and found myself reading it on the way home –  it was very powerful, to say the least:

Imagine this.
You’re driving home from work next Monday.  You turn on the radio and you hear a brief report about a small village in India where some people have suddenly died, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before.  It’s not influenza, but 4 people are dead, so the CDC is sending some doctors to India to investigate.
            You don’t think to much about it—people die every day—but coming home from church the following Sunday you hear another report on the radio, only now they say it’s not 4 people who have died, but 30,000 in the back hills of India.  Whole villages have been wiped out and experts confirm this flu is a strain that has never been seen before.
            By the time you get up Monday morning, it’s the lead story.  The disease is spreading.  IT’s not just India that is affected.  Now it has spread to Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, and northern Africa, but it still seems far away.  Before you know it, you’re hearing about this story everywhere.  The media have now coined it “the mystery flu.”  The president had announced that he and his family are praying for the victims and their families, and are hoping for the situation to be resolved quickly.  But everyone is wondering how we are ever going to contain it.
            That’s when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe: He is closing the French borders.  No one can enter the country and that’s why that night you’re watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed.  Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman’s word are translated into English from a French news program: There’s a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu.  It has come to Europe.
            Panic strikes.  As best they can tell, after contracting the disease, you have it for a week before you even know it, then you have 4 days of unbelievable symptoms, and then you die.
            The British close their borders, but it’s too late.  The disease breaks out in Southampton, Liverpool, and London, and on Tuesday morning the President of the US makes the following announcement: Due to a national-security risk, all flights to and from the US have been canceled.  IF your loved ones are overseas, I’m sorry.  They cannot come home until we find a cure for this horrific disease.
            Within 4 days, America is plunged into an unbelievable fear.  People are wondering, what if it comes to this country?  Preachers on TV are saying it’s the scourage of God.  Then on Tuesday night you are at church for boble study when someone runs in from the parking lot and yells, “Turn on a radio!”  And while everyone listens to a small radio, the announcement is made: Two women are lying in a hospital in NYC dying of the mystery flu.  It has come to America.
            Within hours the disease envelops the country.  People are working around the clock, trying to find an antidote but nothing is working.  The disease breaks out in CA, OR, AR, FL, MA, it’s as though it’s just sweeping in from the borders.
            Then suddenly the news come out: The code has been broken.  A cure has been found,  A vaccine can be made.  But it’s going to take the blood of somebody who hasn’t been infected.  So you and I are asked to do just one thing; Go to the nearest hospital and have our blood tested.  When we hear the sirens go off in our neighborhood, we are to make out way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospital.
            Sure enough, by the time you and your family get to the hospital it’s late Friday night.  There are long lines of people and a constant rush of doctors and nurses taking blood and putting labels on it.  Finally it is your turn.  You go first , then your spouse and children follow, and once the doctors have taken your blood they say to you, “Wait here in the parking lot for your name to be called.”  You stand around with your family and neighbors, scared, waiting, wondering.  Wondering quietly to yourself, what on earth is going on here?  Is this the end of the world?  How did it ever come to this?
            Nobody seems to have had their name called; the doctors just keep taking peoples blood.  But then suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming.  He’s yelling a name and waving a clipboard.  You don’t hear him at first. “What’s he saying?” Someone asks.  The young man screams the name again as he and a team of medical staff run in your direction, but again you cannot hear him,  But then your son tugs on your jacket and says, “Daddy, that’s me,  That’s my name they’re calling”  Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy.  “Wait a minute, Hold on!” you say, running after them.  “That’s my son.”
            “It’s okay,” they reply.  “We think he has the right blood type.  We just need to check one more time to make sure he doesn’t have the disease.”
            Five tense minutes later, outcome the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging each other; some are even laughing.  It’s the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week.  An old doctor walks up to you and your spouse and says, “thank you, your son’s blood is perfect.  It’s clean, it’s pure, he doesn’t have the disease, and we can use it to make the vaccine.”
            As the news begins to spread across the parking lot, people scream and pray and laugh and cry.  You can hear the crowd erupting in the background as the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your spouse aside to say, “I need to talk to you.  We didn’t realize that the donor would be a minor and we…we need you to sign a consent form.”
            The doctor presents the form and you quickly begin to sign it, but then your eyes catches something.  The box for the number of pints of blood to be takes is empty.
            “How many pints?” you ask.  That is when the old doctors smile fades, and he says,”We had no idea it would be a child.  We weren’t prepared for that”.
            You ask him again, “how many pints?”  The old doctor looks away and says regretfully, “We are going to need it all!”
            “But I don’t understand.  What do you mean you need it all?  He’s my only son!”
            The doctor grabs you by the shoulders, pulls you close, looks you straight in the eyes, and says, “We are talking about the whole world here,  Do you understand?  The whole world.  Please sign the form.  We need to hurry!”
            “But can’t you give him a transfusion?” You plead.
            “If we had clean blood we would, but we don’t.  Please, will you sign the form?”
What would you do?
            In numb silence you sign the form because you know it’s the only thing to do.  Then the doctor says to you, “Would you like to have a moment with your son before we get started?”
            Could you walk into that hospital room where your son sits on a table saying, “Daddy? Mommy? What’s going on?”  Could you tell your son you love him?  And when the doctors and nurse come back in and say, “I’m sorry we’ve got to get started now; people all over the world are dying,” could you leave? Could you walk out while your son is crying out to you, “Mom? Dad? What’s going on?  Where are you going? Why are you leaving? Why have you abandoned me?”
            The following week, they hold a ceremony to honor your son for his phenomenal contribution to humanity…but some people sleep through it, others don’t even bother to come because they have better things to do, and some people come with pretentious smiles and pretend to care, while others sit around and say, “This is boring!”  Wouldn’t you want to stand up and say, “Excuse me! I’m not sure if you aware of it or not, but the amazing life you have, my son died so that you could have that life.  My son died so that you could live.  He died for you.  Does it mean nothing to you?”
Perhaps this is what God wants to say.
Father, seeing it form your eyes should break our hearts. Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great love you have for us.

Latest Issue Of Kitchen And Bath Ideas, On A Float…

I was reading the latest issue of BETTER HOMES AND GARDENS KITCHEN AND BATH IDEAS while floating in our pool this weekend… it was perfect pool weather – sunny and 80’s.   The kind of weather that attracts kids,

and splashes –

and makes for wrinkly water-logged  magazines –

Cool storage ideas –  love this Laundry Center-

I use similar bins in my pantry for cereal….  and I am a fan of any kind of basket storage – make use of every extra space –

NEVER saw this before,  hanging pots and pans…. I like that idea!

Don’t like this idea of under sink storage – seems like it takes up more space than it space it creates –

Quartz counters engineered in a crocodile pattern –

Pretty glass cabinet doors –  and continuing to notice the linear tiles –

Glass tiles everywhere… see that green backslash glass tile?

Pretty kitchen, but my first reaction was   *yawn*….  can the window treatment be more boring?  Like the black island though…..

This page blew in the water  🙂    I pulled it out because I wondered what everyone thought of those green hairy balls….  I think they need to go back to the land of Shrek….

Another accent color on the island – this time grey.   notice that refrigerator with the glass door?  Don’t think I’d like that,  my fridge is always a mess –

Green cabinets –

Seeing a lot of glass door cabinets….  I have a couple in my  kitchen and I’m not a fan…..

I’d rather have something like this wire insert-

or this decorative glass

I don’t like this backsplash tile, and I’m not sure why…  to glossy? Or the color?  Another accent color on the island cabinet –

This marble master bath shower reminded me of my finisher friend Cait Whitson from Scotland – a master marble and woodgrain artist.   She tried to teach me how to create this marble – I sucked at it  🙂  but she is amazing!

Cool door style –

If you need any further information, head out to your local book or corner store and pick up the issue for yourself. June 2010

Recent Magazine Finds, I Need To Win The Lottery…

I don’t like when newspapers and magazines start to pile up.   I can’t throw them out unread.  I must go through each one…  like I’m going to miss something if I don’t…  sigh.

Finally a nice weekend of weather. I took a stack outside.   Caught up on all the local papers, then moved on to magazines.   Metropolitan Home didn’t do much for me.  I earmarked zero pages.  Elle Decor?   Different story.   Check this mosaic factory out,  SICIS , when you get a chance.  If I was rich I’d have to go visit this factory, so I could pick and choose all the patterns to bring back to my house!

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See what I mean?  That picture right above this?  Plain old concrete walls? Who needs a wall finish with beautiful floors like these?   They do sculptures, mannequins, mirrors and more!  Of course, I don’t NEED a mannequin, but I’d WANT one.  Like the snobby girl, Veruca Salt,  in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory –   “I want an Oompa Loompa NOW!”

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Then a new website to check out   VandM.comVintage and Modern Incorporated – a site they claim ‘Designers and Collectors NEED to Know About…’  Open to the design trade and savvy public.  Buy online from over 100 dealers – vintage furniture, antique furniture, contemporary furniture, lighting, textiles, home accessories, art, and even jewelry.

This chandelier, designed by Barlas Baylar at   Hudson Furniture Inc


“New Leaf” –  hand applied tobacco-leaf wall treatment in Rita Norona Schrager’s Southhampton, New York, home.  “The color, feeling, and texture are so rich and welcoming, ” says interior designer Hernan-Arriaga of the dried foliage, which took a week for craftsman Matias Altamirano to glue on by hand and varnish –

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A shortlist of Miles Redd and 12 things he can’t live without.  #7 is Zebra Stripes and they show him standing beside his townhouse doors, covered in zebra and studs –


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and two different times I saw crackles used in the wall decor.     One was in Aerin Lauder Zinterhofer’s home in East Hampton, New York.  The painting in the dining room was by Alberto Burri and looked something like this –


the other was in the guest room of a Southhampton, New York, property – a Frank Thief photograph, framed, that resembled this –


I got my money’s worth out of that magazine!  Thanks Elle Decor!