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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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Making it through the darkest hour

Years ago, when my mom and I were at my grandma’s house, I had spent a little while at the church cemetery on the same square mile. At least half the people there are related to me in one way or another, but on this particular day, I noticed the headstone of a young man who had died in the early 1930s at the age of 22.
He had a little bit of an unusual name, paired with a name that I knew was related to me, so I ended up mentioning him to my mom when I got back along with the line, “I wonder what happened to him”.
Surprisingly enough, she seemed to know. “He got his wisdom teeth removed and shot himself because of the pain.”
WHAT? He shot himself after getting teeth removed? Now, mind you, I had wisdom teeth that came in and probably would have killed me if I hadn’t had them removed (as far as they were in, I had already become deaf in one ear and could barely move my jaw) so I knew what wisdom tooth pain could be like. But after the removal of the teeth? Wouldn’t it stand to reason that the worst of the pain was over, no matter how bad wisdom tooth operations of the day were?
The official obituary for this young man just mentioned that he had had the dental procedure done, and died later in the day as a result of the stress and strain of the ordeal. The newspaper stories tell a little bit more of the reality of the situation, but the death certificate was absolutely grotesque, not just recording the gunshot wound as the cause of death, but how the bullet passed through his body and it is fairly graphic as to what damage it did in its wake.
In reading contemporaneous news stories, one other detail came to light. This young man, by all accounts, was very bright, loved a lot of the farm work, and had even been nationally recognized in competition related to animals and such. Apparently, about two years before his death, he had fallen from a “trapeze” and hit his head hard enough that he was unconscious for a few minutes before regaining consciousness. Reports were that he was never the same afterwards, and even back then, this was taken into account that at the time of his suicide, his reasoning was almost certainly already impaired.
That being said, it’s still a sad, sad story. However, it seems like these days, there are a lot of times when people are just ready to give up.
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Lilla Rose Christmas in July Sale! Day 5

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Yes, I missed two days of posting for Lilla Rose’s “Christmas in July” sale! Things have been busy!

Anyway, today’s special is 40% off Flexi-flips… They’re neat, because they give a person two different sizes in one.

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Sunday Gratitude – 23.VII.2023 – Outside

This was another week that seemed to fly by, despite the fact that it’s been a tough one mentally. I am hoping that the visit by the plumber fixed the issue, and I’m lined up this next week to have the car looked at, then there’s finding a carpenter or window guy, but I’m trying to avoid getting too bogged down in it all. I’m very, very grateful that it appears this issue was a small one.
We missed church today; for the life of me, I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t get myself to sleep until about 5am. This is absolutely not conducive to getting up, getting ready, waking kids up, and getting to church by 10am. I always feel bad about these things, but it would have been downright dangerous to try to drive on less than four hours of sleep.

It was warm enough that I put the pools out for the kids to play in on Wednesday or Thursday. I went around and pulled a lot more weeds, especially thistles. Even in the midst of some real difficult things, the sunshine and the improvement in the look of the yard are things I am thankful for, and helped improve how I was feeling a little bit.
This afternoon, a former classmate of one of my kids had a birthday party; it was a fairly low-key thing, but I stuck around since my kids were being kind of shy to begin with. It was absolutely gorgeous; sunny and about 78. The kids ran around and played in the pool or the sprinkler or with the swings and sand. It’s been a tough year for them as well, and to be able to enjoy the day and the camaraderie of time and place was really nice. I am grateful that I got to experience that, and I am thankful to the one child who was there who wasn’t thrilled about it, that he didn’t complain too loudly about the visit taking “too long”.
I am grateful that I’m in contact with a priest who actually sent me a note asking how thing are going. Mind you, I know a lot of priests, and a few are even friends, but I don’t expect that. At some point, some sort of better situation in regard to church must be ironed out, but his note reminded me that it’s possible for things to improve on that front as well.
I am grateful that I got to chat with an old friend for awhile. It’s really been too long! (She had actually tried to text me a few days back, but the text didn’t get through, and somehow I just got the idea on Friday that I ought to call her. Coincidence?)

I am thankful for toddler kisses and silly stories, mispronounced words, and kids who still see the world with wonder. I’m grateful to rejoice in little things with them no matter how crazy the world is all around; the joy of finally climbing up to the top of a slide that was formerly too hard to do alone, “flying” on a zip-line, etc.
I am thankful for each one of you, for reading, for those who share their writing as well, and for those of you who support this blog in whatever capacity, even if it’s with a random “hello!”

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Saturday on Substack – 22.VII.2023

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday’s randomness on Substack. Join me over there tonight:
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Not dead yet… Celebrating one year of this blog (video)

It’s been an incredibly long time since I did a video post, so without further ado, just a little bit of “rambling” from yours truly about this blog’s first anniversary.
(The audio podcast can be found at Spotify for Podcasters )
All the best!

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Lilla Rose Christmas in July Sale! Day 2

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Just to reiterate, Lilla Rose’s “Christmas in July” sale is one of the best sales they have all year, and a great time to try them out if you’ve been thinking about it.

This sale is runs from 21-26 July 2023
To see all the details, see my previous post.
Today’s daily deal is on hair sticks

As someone with very long hair, and who has ditched elastics, I have come to love hair sticks – they are a simple and easy way to keep hair up and out of the way with an all-day hold. I have two sets of Lilla Rose hair sticks – one with the birthstones of my kids, and the other with bees. The hair sticks aren’t the only way I keep my hair up and out of the way, but I much prefer them to elastics. Click below to see some of the beautiful hair stick designs Lilla Rose has!
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Lilla Rose Christmas in July Sale!

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This is one of Lilla Rose’s biggest sale events of the year – if you’ve been on the fence about purchasing something from Lilla Rose, this is a great opportunity!

This sale is runs from today (21 July) to Wednesday, July 26.
First off, there’s a sitewide discount of 25%.
Second, each day of the sale, a certain category will have a discount of 40%. For today (21 July) the category is flexi clips.

Third, Lilla Rose is offering free shipping on orders of $40 or more.

And, in addition to this, Lilla Rose is running a promotion of offering some items for $1-$5 with a purchase of a certain amount

It’s been a year now since I signed up to be an independent Lilla Rose Stylist. I am quite impressed by the quality of their products still – I’m not exactly gentle on things, not with the amount of use they get here. A lot of the Lilla Rose items are really elegant, but they also stand up to use (and occasionally abuse). I like that I can wear them for “nice” events, but that they are also useful for everyday, doing housework, cooking, taking care of kids, and they work. (Like anything, it takes a little practice to get them working the best that they can, but it doesn’t take too long.)
In any case, for anyone who might like to join Lilla Rose, there’s a promotion for that as well.

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Wordless Wednesday #38 – Wild July flowers







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First impressions of “Sound of Freedom”

When I was in elementary school, there was a substitute teacher named Esther who was one of my favorites. She was tiny; I don’t think she could have been taller than about 4′ 10″, but she was a very sweet person. A number of years later, I found out that she was from El Salvador, and that apparently her mother had been murdered there for some small act of “resistance” against the gangs that ran that area. Esther, though, had managed to make it to the US, get married to a good man, and start a family far, far away from the chaos of her home country. I’m sure, though, that El Salvador was often in her thoughts, though I couldn’t tell you if she ever brought her children there. I grew up in a very Hispanic area; the countries certainly are different, but the dominance of poverty, so many gangs and cartels, and crime as a way of life is a common thread in the recent memory of a lot of Hispanics.
I went to see “Sound of Freedom” at a 10:20pm showing this past Friday night. The theater was about 2/3 full, and if I had to guess, I’d say at least 80% of the audience was Hispanic. This surprised me for a moment, but after 10 minutes of the film, knowing stories like Esther’s, it makes perfect sense.
If you can, go see the film. I don’t know a lot about cinema, so I couldn’t tell you if it’s the type of film that film critics appreciate or not. However, that really doesn’t matter. The story is engaging and well-paced. The acting is solid. The story pulls at the heart, and the kids and the locations are gorgeous. It is a crying shame that this film had to wait five years to get released. It is Hollywood not of today’s era, but of an era when there were heroes.
The movie depicts the story of a real person, a man by the name of Tim Ballard. Tim has a job working for the US Department of Homeland Security catching really bad guys who enjoy watching people do terrible things to children. Some of them even do terrible things to children themselves. Ten years in, Tim has a wife an six kids, he’s close to being able to collect a government pension, and ostensibly, he’s done some good, catching over 200 pedophiles and building cases against them to put them away for a long, long time.
However, as much as he could simply be happy with that, he’s not. He knows that as quickly as he’s putting people away, there are more perverts, aided by technology, to take their place. The things he has seen people do to children is nearly unbearable, but because most of these children aren’t connected to the United States at all, there’s no mechanism to do much to help them.
As this man is building a case against a notorious pedophile and his connections into the world of child trafficking, Tim is there to catch a pervert try to smuggle a little boy into the US. The bad guy is arrested, and the kid is saved. For most people, this would have been the capstone to a difficult career.

Movie still Not for Tim. As he begins to talk to the little boy, the boy lets him know that his sister was also kidnapped. The boy’s father is flown from Honduras to the US to reunite with his son, and Tim sees in the father an honorable man, but a man who has no ability to do anything to find his little daughter. Tim, by virtue of his training, skills, and, shall we say, “privilege” has the potential to find the girl if anyone can. He promises the little boy that he will find the sister, and the movie really takes off from there. Not only do things get more than a little crazy, but he eventually loses the support of the US Government for this mission and instead of giving up, decides to go solo, pension be damned.

This is where you get some who would like to categorize this as a “Christian film” in order to have people write it off and not want to see it. There’s a lot of “Christian” media that is schmaltzy, unfortunately. A lot of “if I believe in Jesus, things will end up A-Okay!” In the film, it’s obvious that, Tim Ballard is a Christian man, and his faith has allowed him to survive seeing the worst in humanity and not be destroyed by it. The shared faith that he and his wife have is an incredible influence on trusting that God has put them in a unique place to help others who cannot help themselves. Do they preach this? No. As is noted here at Ace of Spades, there’s probably less than a minute, total, of explicitly Christian things said. His faith is demonstrated in his actions, rather than his words, in his selfless love for these children he doesn’t know rather than puffing himself up in a comfortable life amongst his friends. Interestingly, Tim Ballard and his family are Mormons, but there’s a small, though incredibly powerful, thread in the film involving the children and a medal of St. Timothy. This led me to believe Tim is Catholic, but there’s no discussion of whether he is or isn’t in the film, and for the purpose of the film, it really doesn’t matter.
Disney acquired this film with the acquisition of 20th Century Fox, and then put ice on it. This movie seems to be everything that Disney wants to get away from now – at its center is a strong and talented (white) man who leans on his faith to make his way in the world. This man uses his talents to rescue and defend those who are weak and helpless. He has to use his brains and brawn to do this. He connects up with other men who can help him achieve these goals. He feels himself connected to something larger through God. He’s a good husband and a good father. He’s a hero, an “everyday saint”, if you will. HOW DARE THEY RELEASE THIS FILM IN 2023, am I right?

The cinematography is beautiful, especially the shots in Columbia. I never thought I’d want to travel there, and were it not for how dangerous it is, I’d certainly be thinking it would be amazing. There’s something psychological between the juxtaposition of the gorgeous landscapes (and even city shots) and the misery and poverty of so many people, both urban and rural.
Now to get back to a little of what I started with. The movie starts out with these children – a brother and sister (Miguel and Rocia) – who live with their father in Honduras. Obviously poor, obviously stuck in poverty, they’re still a family (no explanation is given to what happened to their mother). When a well-spoken woman – a model – comes and says that the children might have a future with modelling, Rocia, who is about 12, is really excited. Their father is a little more cautious, but if this could be a ticket to a better life, why not? Both children are kidnapped into sex slavery, and there’s not a single thing the father can do – he has no money, no influence, no voice.
I believe this resonates a lot with a lot of Hispanics because there are so many of these stories that come out of Central and South America. With Esther, I can’t imagine that her mother, probably as tiny as Esther herself, was any threat to the criminal power of the area. And so it goes. I went with a friend to visit her family in Juarez, Mexico, and for as much as El Paso gets a bad rap in the US, standing on the other side of the Rio Grande, it certainly looks like the shining city on a hill. Kidnapping and human trafficking and sex slavery are issues that have plagued many of these nations, and it is the poorest and the weakest who suffer the most, because they have no way to fight the injustice. The film, without being graphic, shows a lot of incredible ugliness of what goes on there, but it also speaks for those who have had no means to talk about these things to the larger world.

Looking from Juarez into El Paso Yes, Jim Caviezel is the star of the film, as Tim Ballard. He’s a white guy, but so is Tim Ballard. He’s moving around in a country where no matter what he does, he sticks out, which is also an interesting dynamic, especially considering the covert nature of his mission. Most of the rest of the cast is Hispanic, and there’s a lot of Spanish in the film. I think it’s used well and the switching from English to Spanish is quite natural, and it’s effectively used to underscore the feeling of being in a foreign place, a visitor to a foreign culture. Some of this culture has found its way into mainstream American culture, especially depending on where one lives, but the connection to the tragedy that is life for so many in so many of these places is something that most non-Hispanic people wouldn’t even consider. As a result, it’s hardly the “conspiracy theorists” who are making this movie so successful. I think one would have to have a heart of stone not to feel some connection to some part of this movie. Being able to tell a story that connects with people is incredibly powerful, and this is a movie that does this. I haven’t seen anybody talk about the other point, though, that I think it connects with many Hispanics at an even deeper level, and I have no way to gauge this analytically, but it’s logical conclusion. As I left the theater at nearly 1am, the sound of a group of ten or twelve Hispanic people discussing the movie followed me out the door.
P.S. 10:20pm showing, theater screen didn’t turn on until 10:30pm and there were issues with the sound for a couple minutes, but they were resolved before the actual film started.

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Sunday Gratitude – 16.VII.2023 – Pulling the Weeds

The week seemed to fly by, no doubt because there was a lot to do. Thankfully, it wasn’t so much that there were a lot of things scheduled, but rather that I’m trying very hard to bring some order to the house when all other forces seem to be against me. I am grateful that I’m not worrying right now about keeping a roof above our heads, that bills can be paid, etc.
I forgot to mention this last week or the week before, but I am grateful for people who have hobbies that help people. I was working on finding information about my Norwegian great-grandmother’s family, and on Familysearch.org, I was noticing that somebody was working on information about her family as well. I messaged this person, and no, he wasn’t a relative, but he was helping somebody else research a family who lost all four of the children that they had in 1879 to some epidemic (diphtheria, if I’m not mistaken). Buried in the family plot was another child, a boy of 12, who was not one of this family’s children. That boy was an uncle of my great-grandmother, his death taking place in the year in which she was born. It’s amazing, in the realm of genealogy, that there are so many people who use their spare time to help others; transcribing records, taking pictures of headstones, doing research, etc. I know this helpfulness isn’t limited to genealogy, but for all the craziness that is out there, to see such genuine helpfulness and cooperation is incredible. I still don’t know the name of the person who stumbled across my great-grandmother’s family, but he came across some very good information that helped me know more about her family than I ever could have imagined.

I went back to a place I hadn’t been for years for the second time in a month. This time, I had the opportunity to talk with a couple people I hadn’t seen in years and it was amazing. It was as though they held little pieces of my shredded soul, and with their words, could at least sew back some part of it.
I am grateful that a good friend and her family made it back from an “epic” trip safely. I missed them, and they missed us as well.
I am grateful that I got to talk to a friend who seemed to be growing distant. I know that I need to understand that right now is kind of a phase of “alone-ness” through the struggle; there’s a loneliness to it as well, but the goal is to hold on to God even in the deepest darkness.
I am thankful for the kindness of random people on the internet who take the time to spare a kind word or thought.
I am thankful that I got a little bit of a chance to be outside this week with kids; I am thankful that I got to sit down and read a bit. I’m thankful that although I got a little bit of a “breather”, the kids are back at home.
I am thankful for each one of you, for reading, for those who share their writing as well, and for those of you who support this blog in whatever capacity, even if it’s with a random “hello!”

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