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Sunday Gratitude – 18.X.2026

Hi everyone! Glad to be back here. I’m still struggling with a lot, and there’s a lot that’s really overwhelming. However, I’m going to give it a shot as far as gratitude here.
Most importantly, probably, is that my son had a surgery on his ear a couple of weeks back, and everything went really, really well. Yes, he had the same surgery back in February on the other ear, and it went really well, but there’s still a good bit of nervousness attached to all these things.

Secondly, I recently took part in the Serbian Orthodox Choral Association’s annual choir festival. Because it was only a week after the surgery, I wasn’t going to go, but then there were people who had signed up who either couldn’t go or couldn’t sing, and I was asked if there might be some way that I could go. I managed to get things arranged, and I went. It was an amazing trip, and I hope to write about it separately. Most of us who went ended up driving, including the people I rode with, but everything went off without a hitch, there were no accidents or incidents with the driving, and the event was a lot of fun. I am very grateful for that, and for getting to see the city and experience the city a little.
If any of you are interested, our choir’s performance can be found here (our group starts at 45:15):
The weather has gotten cooler, and I’m grateful for that (St. Louis at over 90F was quite a shock to the system). This just seems to be one of those patches that is especially rough, so I’d appreciate your prayers for me and my kids.

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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 )
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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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Saturday on Substack – 15.VII.2023

Come check out this week’s hodgepodge: https://breathofhallelujah.substack.com/p/saturday-on-substack-15vii2023

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A life cut far too short (Michael Montoya)

On the morning of July 15, 1993, my mom told me that she thought Michael Montoya had been killed. I didn’t know Michael Montoya personally, but I certainly did know he was a kid at my very small elementary school. Furthermore, my mom worked in the kindergarten there, and he was one of the little kids there; he had just finished first grade.
Not only that, but he was taking part in the Vacation Bible School where my mom and sister were volunteering. I couldn’t since I had to make up classes that from what had been the disaster of my freshman year in high school, so it was sitting in Mr. Adamowski’s biology class that day that I heard on the radio, indeed, that Michael Montoya, from my elementary school had been shot and killed.
Terrible as it sounds now, the announcement on the radio left me only with the thought in my mind, “Well, I can tell my mom that she heard the news right.” Nothing more than that. As a kid growing up in a bad neighborhood in Chicago at that time – the 1990s had some of the worst murder numbers until 2020 – hearing about kids getting killed was kind of ho-hum. It happened; such was life in the city. That year, the Chicago Tribune was even doing a series about kids getting murdered in the city, and so Michael Montoya even ended up on the front page of the paper – how odd it was to see his school picture there, knowing it had been taken in the same place as so many of my school pictures had been taken!
My mom and sister went to his funeral; he was dressed head to toe in Chicago Bulls regalia, after all, this was Chicago of 1993, and the air was electric, as Michael Jordan and the Bulls had just managed their first “Three-peat” a couple weeks earlier. I didn’t end up going, after all, I didn’t know him, and I probably had school… I do know that Michael’s mother, at one point, picked up this petite red-headed boy named Ralphie and said to the crowd assembled, “This was his best friend”.
It wouldn’t hit me until over a year later what some idea of what a child’s death actually means. I was the first “responsible” person on the scene of an accident with a child badly injured. I thank God that the child survived and that there seemed to be no long-term damage. Ralphie was there too, and after the incident, I had picked him up and was kind of holding him on my him, and he turned and said to me, “I know I’m easy to pick up.” The scene that I was told about from Michael Montoya’s funeral flooded my mind…
Even in a city of tons of senseless violence, the murder of Michael Motoya was kind of the epitome of it. Michael’s mother was incredibly protective of her son, being as his father was killed by a stray bullet of a drive-by shooting when Michael was 12 days old. She moved to a better neighborhood, she didn’t let him hang out outside, she was making sure he was getting an education to do great things with his life. According to my mom, he was the kind of kid who was mature for his age, who one would expect to someday be a leader of some sort, a preacher, perhaps.
And yet, as I recall, his mother allowed her son outside to return something, perhaps a video game, to another child down the street. It was an errand that should have taken a couple of minutes. Yet in that short amount of time, an argument broke out down the street, somebody getting angry about someone blocking the street or something, and then gunshots. The man who did it fled to Mexico for some time, but due to the persistence of Michael’s mother, he was eventually arrested. The man cried that the reason he fled was because he wanted to have time to spend with his children, never mind the child that he took away from this young mother. According to one article, the man is set to be released later this year, but chances are, it’s already happened.
As for Michael, it’s been thirty years. He’d be thirty-seven now. But there’s no magic that can bring these children back, only the hope remains that they will be there to meet us in the life to come. Of course, Michael shouldn’t have died then, but Chicago still has not learned this lesson, and its children continue to be killed for no reason, their names forgotten in time to all but the few who may have known them.
Memory eternal, Michael Montoya.
Michael Anthony Montoya, Jr. at Find-a-grave.com

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Wordless Wednesday #37 – Random Castle in Slovakia (Devín castle)








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