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Sunday Gratitude – 5.IV.2026

To those celebrating today – Christ is Risen! – Happy Easter!
And then there are the “weird” ones here who are still waiting another week, among which I count myself. There have been a lot of services already – yesterday, I think I was in church for nearly four hours. I’ve really struggled this Lent; from the beginning, I felt less ready for it than most years and this year… wow. For the greater part of Lent, I believed that the Orthodox were also going to be celebrating Pascha today, and it was only looking at the calendar more carefully a couple of weeks ago when I realized that no, there’s a one-week difference. I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting to spend so much time in church this weekend, but I was at vigil last night, and I certainly had the feeling of moving from the darkness into the light, and by the time the service was over, there was an air of hopefulness and joy there. For that I am grateful. (My brain did fight against this on the way home, though. *sigh*)
I am grateful for the more spring-like weather, and the opportunity to be outside. I’m also grateful for my neighbor who invites me to come walking with her.
I am grateful for friends who take the time to talk even in the rain.
I am grateful for making it home in a storm the other day; I wasn’t expecting it, then all of a sudden, I was driving down this country highway with lightning flashes all around. I don’t think that they were very close, as there was only a tiny bit of thunder, but what a show! The next day, driving down those same roads, I could actually see how high the water is, and I’m grateful that there were no issues with low-lying stretches of road or the bridges.

Time to take the Christmas wreath down! I am thankful to have had a little bit of time to be outside with my kids, and I’m thankful that they have places around that they can enjoy riding their bikes through, and that they’ve been fine with this “exploring”.
I am thankful for the joy of singing.
I am thankful for the things that are showing signs of life (and even blooming) even after a very cold winter and long periods of neglect.
I am grateful for the opportunity to have been in contact with a number of people on this day, in the joy of Easter.
I am grateful for yet another sign that I’m not alone through the hard stuff.
Thank you so much for being here! Christ is Risen!

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Sunday Gratitude – 29.III.2026

I really hate it when it seems like I blink and yet another week has passed. Somehow so much of this time ends up feeling like a blur, and it seems like all that is left is a growing list of things that should have been done long ago, but haven’t been done yet.
In the meantime, though, I’ve been trying not to lose a sense of gratitude, and to also try to make the most of the days at hand. We’ve had a couple of days that have hit 70F, which has been amazing, and especially as the days are getting longer, it would be terrible if we didn’t do something to take advantage of the warmer weather. My younger son had a day off of school a couple of weeks back, and the two of us went out on our bikes and rode ten miles together, and it was amazing. He also started taking pictures with my camera that afternoon, so I’ll be sharing a few of those in this post.

A couple of weeks after the real birthday, my youngest, in kindergarten, had her first real birthday party. It was a bowling alley affair, and, per the terms of the contract, was less than two hours long, but for a group of 5 and 6 year olds, it was fine. I was completely stressed out over this for at least a week for a number of reasons, but it turned out really, really good. Even the weather held out, kind of… It started raining about the time that the party started, and it was still raining as people left. Had we started a couple of hours later, everybody would have been going home in sleet, because we had a blizzard come through the next day. The kids were thrilled to get the day off of school, and despite the crazy wind, we never lost power. The next day, our dear neighbor made a path for our car using a snowblower.
I’m grateful that even though I managed to break a spoke on the one bike (a different one than before), this happened in a place where I could ride to a place where I could leave the bike for a couple of days, and which was very close to the bike shop. On the night that this happened, I was also able to get a ride back home with one of the ladies from church. I’d never talked to her before, and she’s incredibly sweet, and lives just a couple of streets over from where I live.
I’m grateful for the amazing time I had at St. Haralambos in Niles a couple of weeks back. Not only were some very dear “real life” friends there, I finally got to meet Fr. Andrew Damick in person. We have been online acquaintances (friends) for over 20 years, and it seemed like high time to meet him in person. He actually recognized me by sight as well, which is crazy because it’s been a looong time since I posted any photos of myself that he might come across. 🙂 That was a lot of fun, though.

Breezy days and kites! I am grateful, as well, for the opportunity to visit an old friend and just enjoy sitting on the front step, having a conversation in the sunshine.
In many ways, I feel pulled very, very, very thin. There have been a lot of good things, to be sure, but there have been a number of very, very frustrating things as well. I don’t know; at this point, I’m not sure that I’ll ever have things “figured out”, but there’s a path to go forward on, and that’s the way through this all. Forgive me again for the blog silence – I truly am grateful for you.

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Last Anniversaries

Today is the 60th anniversary of the Beatles’ first performance on the Ed Sullivan Show.
Even having been born many years after this television event – and truly it was a television event – it still loomed large in the lore of my parents’ generation. Two-and-a-half months earlier, President Kennedy had been assassinated, an event collective enough that everybody expects that if one lived through it, one would remember where they were or what they were doing when they heard the news. The Beatles’ first appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show was something like this, except that there was little question about where people were – they were in front of their television sets. (Except for my mom. She said she was the only kid in her rural Iowa sixth-grade class who didn’t watch the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. And you wonder where my contrarian streak comes from! *L* Still, she remembers the event because it still was such a big deal.)
I can only imagine. Even now, there’s something innately charming about the “lads from Liverpool”. I don’t know that anybody could hear the music, but I’d expect that some part of the insanity that arose from the Beatles’ first trip to America had to have been the sense that the period of mourning was finally over; that it still may be winter, but there was now the tangible promise of spring. The life that had been muted down now burst forth again with a vengeance.
In this way, even though I was far too young to experience it myself, I understood that these experiences were part of the fabric of the generation before me, as much as things like the Columbine high school massacre and 9/11 would be for my generation. I suppose it’s not even just that these things happened, but each one of them caused the world to change.
In the ’90s, I remember there being a lot of 50th anniversary commemorations for World War II. I didn’t understand it so well, because to a kid, fifty years seems like a long, long time ago. Yet they were all close enough then that there were thousands of people who were showing up to all these events. Again, I couldn’t imagine that there would be a time when that would no longer be.
Then, in 2003, when I was living in Germany, I attended a couple of days’ worth of events connected with the 60th anniversary of the events surrounding the capture of the White Rose. There was an event in the auditorium of the university, and in the VIP section were a number of people who had personal connections to the White Rose. One of the women in attendance was Hertha Siebler-Probst, the widow of Christoph Probst. She was in her 80s and I was simultaneously amazed that she was still living and suddenly appreciative of how short a span of time sixty years is; that she was still living bore testimony to that.
Hertha Siebler-Probst wasn’t the only survivor there, but most of the others belonged to a slightly younger group who weren’t in Munich in 1943. Yet, by the 2013 anniversary, all but one or two were gone.
And so, with all the excitement about the 60th anniversary of the Beatles’ television appearance on Ed Sullivan, I also can’t help but feel a sadness. Sure, Paul and Ringo may live to see the 70th anniversary as well, but the generation for which this was a cultural milestone is rapidly passing away; as a kid, “everyone” remembered the Beatles on Ed Sullivan, these days, it’s incredibly weird that there are adults walking around who weren’t born when the World Trade Center in New York was still standing.
Oddly, the Beatles’ “final release” seems to touch upon this melancholy . I wasn’t particularly a fan of the song the first time I heard it, but it’s growing on me. Now and Then – the ghosts of what was once and the inevitability of last anniversaries.

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Wordless Wednesday #58 – Montana Jaunt









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What AI thinks of female programmers…

(just some silliness for the evening)
Yesterday, when I was finally posting my Saturday on Substack entry, I asked Substack’s AI picture generator to make me a picture of a “girl programmer” in an anime style. On Substack, each request fetches back four images, the idea that one of them might be what the writer is looking for. In this case, the results had me laughing, though the easily offended might be outraged, so consider this your trigger warning.
Image 1:

I like this one pretty well – one thing I really liked was how many books each of these images has, as though it knows a “girl programmer” would also love books. All these places seem quite cozy. I almost would have chosen this image, except… the girl is “typing” on her laptop, and the laptop is closed! I guess AI doesn’t think she knows any better! *L*
Image 2:

Books, check. Electronics, check. Computer, check. Programming? Only if one does that on paper *behind* the computer. On one hand, sure, I think a lot of people could use more time planning before actually programming, including on paper, but not quite the image of “girl programmer” I had in mind.
Image 3:

I love this picture! Here we are, and it looks like there’s a girl and a boy in the room. Again, things are placed oddly (apparently this AI is not great at, say, deducing relationships of things on a desk, for instance), but to my eyes, it certainly looks like the girl needs the boy to do the programming for her. (I suppose I should be glad that the AI didn’t take “girl programmer” in the context of “someone who programs girls!)
Image 4:

This is the one I went with, though I’d love there to be more books in the room. I’m impressed, though that in each of these pictures, as well, they don’t expect the girl to be programming in a basement or a cubicle!
So you see here how AI promulgates sexism against women in computing! (kidding… kidding…) I hope you can sleep tonight knowing such injustice in the world exists!

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Sunday Gratitude – 4.II.2024

This week has really been dominated by the kids – and then me – getting sick. I’m grateful that although whatever this is has been sticking around, none of the kids has been dangerously sick. I’m grateful that appointments that were made before could be rescheduled, and appointments that needed to be made this week happened as well. As lousy as everything was, I’m glad that if I had to get sick with the kids, I got hit with the worst of it on Friday night, which meant that I didn’t have to drive anyone to school feeling completely awful the next day. I’m grateful that although the bug seems to be viral, it doesn’t seem to be strep, flu, or Covid. I’m even grateful that I had an excuse to learn something in my forced downtime.

I saw one of these solar halos again a couple of weeks ago! I’m grateful that I got to do something with my oldest – even if it wasn’t something she necessarily wanted to do and I wasn’t the person she wanted to do it with.
I am grateful to be at the end of “Hostage to the Devil“. I’m glad I read it, but it’s the opposite of a “light read”.
I am thankful that the weather has been nicer, and it was nice to get hit with the sunshine coming through the window this afternoon. I’m sure this is the infamous “false spring” (and usually the “first false spring”), but I cracked the kitchen window open about an inch for a couple of hours this afternoon, and it was glorious! Fresh air!
I’m grateful for God’s Love which is around me all the time.
I’m grateful for the patience so many people have had with me.
As always, I am thankful for you.

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Saturday on Substack – 3.II.2024

The weekly roundup of odds and ends has been posted to Substack! Check it out here: https://open.substack.com/pub/breathofhallelujah/p/saturday-on-substack-3i2024
(Apparently, I went from getting the year wrong here yesterday updating pages, and I sent the Substack thing out with the wrong month! *L* )

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Hostage to the Devil – Impressions

Malachi Martin – a very interesting character himself – wrote Hostage to the Devil in the 1970s, on the heels of the popularity of the movie The Exorcist. The book covers five exorcisms of contemporary Americans, and attempts to walk the line between truth in reportage and changing the details enough to protect the privacy of those involved. It seems that in most cases, there were at least audio recordings, and it also appears that Martin conducted a large number of interviews with people who were involved with the stories.
The main body of the book is made up of the stories of these five exorcisms. The “contemporary” Americans were born in the early half of the twentieth century, which makes sense considering that the youngest of those being exorcised was, I believe, in her late 20s or early 30s. The exorcisms seem to have taken place primarily in the 1960s, though I believe some of the dating is purposely a little fuzzy to protect identities. While this would have been very recent to 1976, even though this edition has an updated foreword by Martin from the 1990s, as someone who was born after the book was published, “contemporary” does start to feel a little dated in setting.
What makes the book still interesting, though, is how current it still seems, regardless of the time. It was surprising – but not – that one of the cases involves someone who was transsexual (transgender in today’s parlance) who had gone so far as to have gender reassignment surgery done and live as the opposite sex. Three of them, including a priest, seem to have allowed the demons in through various ways from the pride their had in their intellect. One of these was a college professor, and it’s astounding how Martin is able to get to the heart of the matter in this case – the evil one was not just interested in this man’s soul, but in the influence he had on the next generation of intellectuals; that if “religious experience” could be figured back to brain chemistry or what have you, it makes religion, as such, pointless.
I had been warned before starting that this is a very, very scary book. It’s raw and sometimes a bit graphic (but only as necessary) but I didn’t find it particularly scary, but I also have followed news and crime stories for many years, and very little actually surprises me any more as far as the absolute cruelty people can show other peoples. That the demons seem to use these same tactics isn’t a surprise either. I’d guess they’re behind much of the evil stuff that shows up on the news, so seeing it here only seems logical.
One of the things that Martin manages to do is really lay out the incredible effort priests put in to an exorcism, that it not only affects them, but, in his opinion, they offer themselves up as hostages to the devil in order to draw the demons out of the possessed. It is only at the point where the demons come out to attack the priests can they really have any success, and that is only with total reliance on Jesus to protect them and fight the battle. There’s actually a sixth story in the book, the story the book opens and closes with, which deals with a priest who conducted a failed exorcism and the aftermath of that. There’s another story where the exorcism, though successful, surely led to the death of the priest months afterward, and yet another priest who allowed himself to be partially possessed falling into the same intellectual trap as the original person who had been exorcised. (In this case, the person being exorcised was a former student of the priest conducting the exorcism, so it’s actually fairly easy to believe that this could happen.)
The five cases are as follows:
- Zio’s Friend and the Smiler – Marianne, a 26-year-old woman living in New York, becomes possessed, despite her very normal upbringing in a Catholic family.
- Father Bones and Mister Natch – A young priest gets carried away in intellectual theological “innovation” and ends up possessed because of it. To make matters worse, this spirit goes on to partially possess the priest who does the exorcism.
- The Virgin and the Girl-Fixer – This was probably the scariest of all the cases and dealt with the man who had had the gender reassignment surgery.
- Uncle Ponto and the Mushroom-Souper – An interesting case, as the spirits seem to have been after the man who ended up being possessed from practically birth. Although much of the man’s early life had been a living hell, he pulled himself up out of it, only to have his life nearly destroyed by the spirit who wouldn’t leave him.
- The Rooster and the Tortoise – This was the story of the professor whose whole life’s goal became chasing the paranormal. What could possibly go wrong?
Martin also includes the sections about the failed exorcism, and then short sections that talk about the proper order of God and man and the spiritual world out there. These sections are titled “Good, Evil, and the Modern Mind”, “Human Spirit and Lucifer”, “Human Spirit and Jesus”, and “The Process of Possession”. The first three really remind me of titles to books by Nikolai Berdyaev, and while it’s been a very long time since I’ve read Berdyaev, I know that Martin, like Berdyaev, saw the world not just in the realm of the things that we do see, but understood that there was probably at least as much that remains unseen. In fact, the torture of the priest who failed completing the exorcism seemed to be the inability to tune out completely from the unseen realm.
All and all, it was a good read, but not one that I’d recommend to everyone. It’s tough to read a book that shines a light on how easily people can be lured into evil. Nearly fifty years on, Martin’s observations about modern people and the role the evil one has in things “falling apart” are spot on. In his new forward, published in 1992, he notes that since the book was originally published, things were worse due to demonic possession becoming an “entertainment”. However, throughout the book, he reiterates many times that evil spirits can’t possess someone without that person giving permission initially, and that exorcism can’t be successful unless there is some part of the person which is still struggling against evil, no matter how bad the situation seems. The times may change, but there are things that are understood and are timeless.
At least two of the stories were of non-Catholics being possessed, with another of a man who grew up only with a limited sense of cultural Catholicism. Despite this, when it was recognized that an actual possession had occurred, the priests were still willing to go through with the exorcisms because it’s part of what they do.
As the very last part of the book, Martin includes the Roman Catholic Rite of Exorcism, complete with instructions for the priest. Although each exorcism is unique, it’s interesting to see the form that this takes.
I’ve commented a couple times about the book in other places, I’m including one here as well (though I can’t seem to find the quotes from the book that I wanted to use).
As coincidence would have it, the fifth case examined deals with a professor of parapsychology who seems to have some natural psychic ability. Martin makes the claim that it was the professor’s inability to distinguish this ability from psychic experience that led to him being possessed, since the professor’s assumption seemed to be that if he could have these psychic or paranormal experiences, what he experienced, then, must be true or a gateway to truth.
Reading that last night seemed quite profound, because that does seem to be the case with most people who dabble in alternative or alternate consciousnesses, there doesn’t seem to be a skepticism (…) that what can be experienced can also be some sort of lie…
Back to the book, though. Martin contrasts the professor with the priest who does the exorcism on him; this is also a man who noted that he had some psychic ability at a young age, but he grew up deep in Wales, where, according to Martin, that isn’t necessarily considered so abnormal. The priest wasn’t necessarily afraid of learning more about such abilities – which was why the paths of the priest and the professor crossed in the first place – but he was much more careful about understanding what he could do as an ability not to be exploited merely for the experience.
This got me thinking about the stories of very pious monks in modernity who have demonstrated paranormal psychic abilities. It kind of makes me think that some of this may be something that all (or at least most) of us can do under the right conditions, but that generally, it’s a hard talent to unlock because it requires so much discipline to attain. With that much discipline, it would be much harder for evil spirits to take advantage of someone on that plain because one who had the discipline to attain that state wouldn’t be doing it for the experience. With psychedelics, there’s a kind of “hacking” into that state, but it opens the door to all sorts of evil things because it’s like letting kids play with blowtorches.
Anyway – have any of you read this book? Any other thoughts? Let me know in the comments!

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Lilla Rose February 2024 Update

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Lilla Rose has some pretty big changes going on, and while most of these are more on the backend of things – there’s a couple worth mentioning here.
First off, Lilla Rose started off as a direct-sales company, and as such, fell into the realm of multi-level marketing (MLM) companies. While some people find these controversial, many of these companies have some really good products – besides Lilla Rose, Tupperware, Norwex, and the Pampered Chef come to mind. The percentages show that most people don’t make a whole lot of money with these BUT it’s not impossible to do. It’s also not impossible to make a little. I know a lady from church who makes decent money with Pampered Chef and Norwex, but I think she also spends as much time on these things as with a “real” job. In any case, Lilla Rose is changing their structure from being an MLM to being a wholesaler/affiliate business. For me, it doesn’t make a whole lot of difference. However, it does make it much easier to be an affiliate and there’s information on that available here: https://www.lillarose.com/blogs/blog-2/becoming-a-lilla-rose-affiliate
Secondly, the Lilla Rose website has been totally redone, including a new URL. They are now at lillarose.com rather than lillarose.biz, and so I’ve updated my links (though I probably have at least one more Lilla Rose address to update). The new website is much much more mobile-friendly for those on phones and it (*finally*) gives us reps the opportunity to link to specific items. If I want to talk about their fantastic hairbrush -which is probably the best hairbrush I’ve had in my life – I can have a link to that product without things breaking. (That link is https://www.lillarose.com/ydljjh, btw! *L*) I’m sure there will be glitches, especially in the beginning, but all in all, I think it’s an improvement!
So, on to this month’s features –
The “Mane Event”. This month, a tribute to Valentine’s Day, but the flexi offered is hardly limited to the holiday.

I think I mentioned the mini-sport.
I got two, they are super-cute, but like their bigger siblings, they really hold. I put one in the hair of my 3-year-old for a trip to an indoor bounce fun house, and it held her wispy and fine hair for the time we were there (and you’d better believe I was watching to make sure it didn’t get lost)!You ever lose track of time to the point where you write something and then realize you’ve written about it before. Yep. You know that *never* happens to me! *L*I have been marvelling a bit with the regular-sized flexi for ponytails. Winter was especially brutal to my hair, and I’d get tangles due to dryness, and many times I’d literally end up breaking hair left and right to free it from the ponytail holder that would get stuck on a small number of strands. It’s been a year and a half since I’ve had to deal with any of that!
We’re still in the quarterly promotion of free shipping on orders of $60 or more, which is good through the end of March.

And… New releases!

I have not found my swerve – (it was a large, black metallic one) so, it may be time to replace it.
I had the idea a good while ago just to go through sizes and such, for what might be a helpful reference – I know there are the “official” guides and stuff, but sometimes it helps seeing some of this a little differently. I’m also one of the few who can legitimately use (and has used) clips all the way from the mini to the XXL, so I could talk about how that works as well. We’ll see.
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Fifty-five years later, still shutting down the music in London

Fifty-five years ago, midday on a chilly and grey winter’s day in London, the Beatles went up to the rooftop of the building they were recording and played their last live performance. The “concert” lasted for 42 minutes, and ended with police shutting down the spectacle. As it was supposed to be incorporated into the movie project that they were working on (at that point, still named Get Back, though the film was salvaged and released as Let It Be).
Some of the concert is just magical:
I haven’t seen the Peter Jackson documentary, but I remember seeing scenes in The Compleat Beatles of people going about their normal day hearing this and looking up. (It’s so rare sometimes, isn’t it?) None of them could see the Beatles, none of them had heard this music before, but a lot of people stopped to listen, as it was certainly out of the ordinary.
Pretty soon, though, there were complaints about the noise and all the people around; the police were called, and they made their way to the building to put a stop to this nonsense. Apparently, Paul McCartney had already reckoned that the police might make an appearance, and I suppose not unlike many YouTubers today, the idea that they could possibly be arrested was enticing.
What took me a long time to pick up on, and only became a clear thought with the Brendan Kavanagh piano issue is that I think British people have a somewhat different attitude concerning police. Hear me out: In the US, people traditionally have thought of the police as representing the people, that they come from the people and their job is to enforce the law on behalf of the people they come from. Therefore, it makes sense that people would show deference to law enforcement, but it would also put a certain responsibility on the officer to act more in the spirit of the law than merely following it to the letter.
Although this seems to basically be the principle of the beginnings of a police force in the United Kingdom (if Wikipedia is to be trusted), I get the feeling that for a good long while, many Britons regard the police force as an extension of the Crown, that while they may be a “necessary evil”, those who choose to be police officers are, in some way, traitors to their people or their class. (This reminds me of Zacchaeus in the Bible as well.) It seems, too, that there seemed to be somewhat of a rebellious streak in the British psyche, the idea that not only should officers not be given the same level of respect as in the US, but there’s a duty to give them a little bit of a hard time, just as a reminder not to get too high and mighty. The assumption here, though, is that an officer will do as he is told, no matter how absurd, and the objective is not to figure out who is right and who is wrong, but to “keep the peace”. In that respect, the untrue statements that this officer tells Kavanagh make complete sense (same video as before but starting at the point of the police officer’s goofiness):
She obviously doesn’t see her job as “upholding the law” but rather “keeping the peace” and she’s going to try to do that by going after the party whom she thinks is most pliable to make that happen, regardless of who is right. When Kavanagh stands up for himself, the disgust on her face is plain as day. How dare he!
I’m not saying here that the Beatles should be above the law and not expect that if they were breaking the law, there shouldn’t have been some sort of response (though the police saying they had to go to the roof or there’d be arrests may have been a bit much. I think for the most part, the Beatles were happy that law enforcement was around – the photos of the British cops holding back throngs of screaming girls are famous, and for the cops involved, that couldn’t have been easy! On the other hand, the Beatles do poke fun at law enforcement a good number of times in their films and in their music. Probably the most blatant example is in the lyrics of “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window”, where there’s a lyric that goes as follows:
And so I quit the police department
And got myself a steady job
But though she tried her best to help me
She could steal, but she could not robObviously, there’s absurdity in the entire song, but the lyric definitely insinuates that crime is a more steady gig than being a cop.
Anyway, maybe I’m completely wrong on all of this, and maybe I’m just chattering on about nothing. It wouldn’t be the first time. If there’s a lesson, though, I suppose it is that when authority moves away from enforcing the law to benefit the people it supposedly serves, it’s probably not a bad thing to be a little bit of a burr on its pant leg, whether it be an “unauthorized” concert from a rooftop or refusing to back down in the face of communist goons, even if that would make the job of the cops easier. Let the music play on!

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Sunday Gratitude – 28.I.2024

I’m thankful that the thaw is on, even though it’s resulted in an awful lot of fog, and many mornings that were very hard to wake up with. I’m grateful that we were all safe on the roads, because especially at the beginning of the week, a good number of people slid off the roads with their cars.

I’m grateful that no matter how many times I seem to twist my ankles, I don’t ever seem to break anything. I’m pretty sure part of the reason that I was having the plantar fasciitis so bad is that my joints are more flexible than they should be – the tightening of the muscles helped keep me from rolling my ankles whilst walking, but it ended up being incredibly painful. Now that things aren’t so tight again – I’m rolling my ankles again. I have strengthening exercises; I just need to find them and do them now!
I am grateful that we made it to the kids’ appointments this week. I’m grateful that the double-scheduling this coming week was caught, and hopefully, won’t be a problem.
I’m grateful that my kids’ teachers care about them a lot. I’m thankful for their dentist, who has seen way too much of a couple of them, but still hasn’t given up on them as lost causes!
I’m grateful for God’s Love which is around me all the time.
I’m grateful for the patience so many people have had with me.
As always, I am thankful for you.

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Saturday on Substack – 27.I.2024

The weekly roundup of odds and ends has been posted to Substack! Check it out here: https://open.substack.com/pub/breathofhallelujah/p/saturday-on-substack-20i2024

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