Monday, July 25, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Suddenly, a middle-aged man swung down from a rope attached to a gnarly tree on the hillside and crash landed in a sprawl across my double-seated kayak. I immediately noted his rugged good looks when he looked up at me with a sheepish lopsided grin. After assisting him into the kayak, I smoothed down my hair before studying the hunk beside me.
He stayed with me and assisted in returning the kayak to the rental place. He shared amazing stories and tales of his journeys and we laughed and cried. As the sun was sinking into the hills, he escorted me to my car. Unlocking the door, I turned to him to say goodbye;
Leaping down the banana tree filled hill, he disappeared into the banyan trees at the bottom.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Come join the fun!
Back in April of this year, I posted a blog about my attempt at weight loss and asked for help: http://msbarbiesblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-name-is-barbara-and-i-am-obese.html
This is an update
As I continue on this journey, I’d still appreciate any HELP I can get in the form of encouragement and praises. I will make it, but not alone. I cannot do this alone.
Monday, July 4, 2011
“Gramma” was not your stereo-typical grandmother who baked cookies and spoiled the grandkids. Oh no! She was a strong-willed woman who raised her three children without their father, in an era that was not tolerant of independent women. She cared little of what others thought about her and stoically endured numerous adversities in her life. One such hardship was that of losing her vision to glaucoma during her midlife changes. Yet, she never allowed blindness to stop her from going to work each day and living by herself in an upstairs apartment.
I was a toddler when my family moved across the country from my place of birth and there was no interaction with the relatives left behind. I grew up neither knowing nor missing my maternal grandmother. It was not until I moved out on my own that Mom made amends with Gramma. I then became determined to get to know this seemingly formidable person that I knew little about.
Gramma was not a Christian even though her daughters and other grandchildren were believers. My aunt would share the Plan of Salvation, but she wanted no part of religion and time after time, would reject Christ. I made attempts to tell her about Jesus, but she closed her heart. I felt I could better witness by being Christ-Like rather than coming on as the detested religious fanatic.
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