So here it is, a week since my last post.
Nothing much exciting is going on around here to speak of.
The leaves are finally beginning to turn a bit and after being in the 80's again this week,
we will be cooling way down for the upcoming weekend and next week....yay!!
Early last Friday morning as I headed out to do my shopping, the sunrise was so beautiful.
I pulled off on the side of the road for a bit to take it all in and capture it on my phone.
The sun had just made it up over the horizon and created a golden glow on this old tractor
and this trail of hay bales.
The contrast between the glow and the darkened, somewhat cloudy sky was sight to see.
My photos really do not do it justice.
You probably know by now that scenes like this make my heart beat a little faster :)
So I'm joining Joyce's Hodgepodge again this week...
...where she asks the questions and we answer them on our blog.
Here are this week's questions:
1. What would you say is your strongest sense?
Well, I know it's not seeing...I need lots of help there. I think I do hear well though...sometimes too much maybe :) Although this isn't one of the regulars, I think my strongest sense would be the ability to "know" or have a strong feeling when something or someone doesn't seem quite right. I would also call this intuition. I feel like, in most instances, I am able to discern...or have a "gut instinct" about certain matters or people. I believe this is just one of the ways the Holy Spirit helps me along the way.
2. Do you believe in the idea of a 'sixth sense'? Why or why not?
I am quite leery about putting stock in this type of thing, although my father had the ability to blow the fire out of burns...really and truly. You can read my account of it here, on my other blog. I have never known how to explain it to anyone but I have been a recipient of his "gift" and I feel that is what it was...I know it came from God. I have no explanation as to why or how some folks say they can communicate with the dead or can predict the future. I only know what God's word says about the matter..."Don’t dabble in the occult or traffic with mediums; you’ll pollute your souls. I am God, your God." Leviticus 19:31 (The Message)
3. When do you most feel like a slave to time? Explain.
Probably, because I'm not the most organized person in the world, I can get a little flustered around the holidays and/or whenever I am preparing for guests. This is due to not planning my time as wisely as I should. I will say though, that I am always on time and even sometimes early to work, church, appointments, meetings or anything else. The occasions are rare when you'll find me running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, but it does happen from time to time :)
4. Have you ever worked in a restaurant? How would you rate the experience? If you could own a restaurant what kind would it be?
Nope, never have...and I think if someone offered that opportunity, I'd have to turn them down. I prefer to just eat in them, not own one :)
5. Ever traced your family tree? Share something interesting you learned there.
I personally have not done this, although I have some relatives that dabble in it a bit. Because of one cousin's efforts, she found my blog and we made a connection. Some of you may remember reading that story several months ago on my blog. It was really quite remarkable!
6. What did your childhood bedroom look like?
Living in a small house with that many kids (7 at the time) was quite a challenge when it came time to find room for everyone to sleep. I spent the first four years of my life sleeping in a baby crib in my parent's bedroom! I can remember to this day the very moment when all that changed. My mom was getting me settled in bed for the night and as she bent down to tuck me in, I said something like "Ahhh...my nice comfortable bed!" Just a few seconds after saying that, the springs let go and the mattress literally fell to the floor with me on it! No more baby bed for me! I was quickly moved upstairs with all of the other kids...two older brothers in one room (and the same bed) and all five of us girls in the other room... sharing TWO beds ...and our last name was not even Walton! As far as the room goes, it was quite small with an angled ceiling in that "story and a half" little house. My dad built it himself and never got around to finishing the upstairs rooms, until several years later. They were actually quite crude, with unpainted drywall and no trim around the windows. Later, when I was a teen and the only ones left at home was me and one sister, I wallpapered my room in a funky black and white checkerboard pattern (of all things) and trimmed it out in white and had red accents. The main thing I remember about my room, no matter how many it inhabited, was that it was always comfortable, cozy and filled with fond childhood memories.
7. Anyone who knows me knows I love____?
The Lord Jesus, my family and friends, my dogs and roosters.........................and pizza. And chocolate...can't forget the chocolate.
8. Insert your own random thought here.