tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25453127395475484022024-03-05T04:55:34.814-06:00Welcome to Simply Jean's<center>Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.
- Matthew 5:9 </center>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.comBlogger420125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-6008502033178514962022-12-28T16:16:00.006-06:002022-12-28T16:16:47.043-06:00Pointsettia<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnLXnOz7-IO10-ANV-p5qhlaJuQc7ej1fZqZAvFAx2FDdo6cdZ1OhcQ9sdyCmH64WLL0qvQKyvI0LJBkyXBRarHdw7-4sF5nKTEE89drXCmSy-UG_hwQtLbn5I8VAJ1T9DKpLk7Ur4uItzGhsMNGRPpqDFGeSQqJUWMr8LE6I7_mMtyIET3pN39Am/s4032/67130B53-5697-43EC-9DF4-E627218B40A9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnLXnOz7-IO10-ANV-p5qhlaJuQc7ej1fZqZAvFAx2FDdo6cdZ1OhcQ9sdyCmH64WLL0qvQKyvI0LJBkyXBRarHdw7-4sF5nKTEE89drXCmSy-UG_hwQtLbn5I8VAJ1T9DKpLk7Ur4uItzGhsMNGRPpqDFGeSQqJUWMr8LE6I7_mMtyIET3pN39Am/s320/67130B53-5697-43EC-9DF4-E627218B40A9.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 31px; font-weight: bold;"> Poinsettia</span><p></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span> </p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">G Hook - Yellow, White, Green & Red Yarn</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><ol class="ol1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><li class="li3" style="font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Yellow Yarn - ch 4, join, ch 4, (counts as st made plus ch 1), work 7 more dc, ch 1 in circle, join to 3rd ch of original ch 4 … (8 dc , ch 1 ) cut yarn</span></li></ol><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><ol class="ol1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><li class="li3" style="font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">White Yarn - join White yarn, in each ch 1 space work 3 dc around, join and cut yarn</span></li></ol><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><ol class="ol1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><li class="li3" style="font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Red Yarn - join red yarn, (working V sts as follows: 2 dc, ch 1, 2 dc in same st) working between the 3 white dc <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>from previous row, *Work V sts 2 dc, ch 1, 2 dc *around. Join Do Not Cut Yarn</span></li></ol><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><ol class="ol1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><li class="li3" style="font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Red Yarn , sl st into *center of V st, work V st 2 dc, ch 1, 2 dc in same st, ch 1, *repeat around, join and cut yarn</span></li></ol><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><ol class="ol1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><li class="li3" style="font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Green Yarn - join green, 7 dc’s in center of Vst ch 1 space, ch 1, sc in ch 1 space between the V st, ch 1, *Repeat around, join and cut yarn</span></li></ol><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 24px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><ol class="ol1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><li class="li3" style="font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">White Yarn - join white, *1sc in first 3 sts, 3 sc in next st, 1sc in last 3 sts, ch 1, long sc (long sc means to sc on top of green on) in next st, ch 1* Repeat abound, join and finish off</span></li></ol><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 19px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Hanging Loop: when doing 3 sc above work as follows. 2 sc, ch 14, join to bottom of 2nd sc, now work 1 more sc in same st. - so you <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>actually have 3 sc & ch 14 loop made on top of center st</span></p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-15685866058833467932022-10-10T18:39:00.007-05:002022-10-10T18:40:42.699-05:00Restore Yourself<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6uIGOcJ0u93jhBnrvfYosA8R10LHK0b858LVff-9QS32yMYoG9PjDKNHzrTef_CXt4sr81yek68TbcFonyAzuWi0FnT5AWq3nvl9kXMKruzSmaHggp8rgRKc8pzc_Z9S4SAtz954Nxugw231qhzJ9z6_JMoP0Xitpf7LflwfzjoQa_ZILuaZ61214/s761/44BC1571-BAF3-49E0-85F0-2B952C970961.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="761" data-original-width="736" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6uIGOcJ0u93jhBnrvfYosA8R10LHK0b858LVff-9QS32yMYoG9PjDKNHzrTef_CXt4sr81yek68TbcFonyAzuWi0FnT5AWq3nvl9kXMKruzSmaHggp8rgRKc8pzc_Z9S4SAtz954Nxugw231qhzJ9z6_JMoP0Xitpf7LflwfzjoQa_ZILuaZ61214/s320/44BC1571-BAF3-49E0-85F0-2B952C970961.jpeg" width="309" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Restore the relationship with yourself.</p><p>Because you have lived with yourself through the ages, you know better than anyone else how and who you are, what you feel and what power you have.</p><p>Don't be distracted by others telling you what to do. </p><p><br /></p><p>In this moment you don't have to do anything.</p><p>You may be quiet for a while. </p><p>You may take the rest; you have earned it and may integrate this into yourself.</p><p>You are unique and may show this.</p><p><br /></p><p>Do not allow yourself to be forced into action.</p><p>The change in yourself is still growing.</p><p>If you force yourself into something now, chances are you will reap the wheat before it is ripe.</p><p>Have faith in your own qualities.</p><p>Soulful</p><p>Art unknown</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-30041401677385364732022-10-03T10:40:00.002-05:002022-10-03T10:40:29.834-05:00Grieving <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOl8VU-6zyRSLeysvL9gEB4fkT5FlYEQ2FwBcWyKXbJ26XAY5sNERy8vvHrcELp-D5u6OrjnDWzt6CRDWC7AbnyvGs4dFCCeMh91mmbzhVqwasNeC588fuTNUtduef4z24vOAc4rJAedF1-G5uutE5QD54pARJinjEwpKIZFz5MoQwhhxtY_rCk4u/s500/478AE5A6-D288-46A5-BE0F-DB232204EF61.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="306" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOl8VU-6zyRSLeysvL9gEB4fkT5FlYEQ2FwBcWyKXbJ26XAY5sNERy8vvHrcELp-D5u6OrjnDWzt6CRDWC7AbnyvGs4dFCCeMh91mmbzhVqwasNeC588fuTNUtduef4z24vOAc4rJAedF1-G5uutE5QD54pARJinjEwpKIZFz5MoQwhhxtY_rCk4u/s320/478AE5A6-D288-46A5-BE0F-DB232204EF61.jpeg" width="196" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p>A PARENTS WORST NIGHTMARE ........</p><p>Losing a child and having to bury them. A man lost his son and couldn’t bare the thought of living without him. He was suffering and couldn’t believe his son was gone. He cried and cried every day and night, missing his son, wishing things were different.</p><p>He couldn’t sleep and hadn’t slept in a long time. One night an old medicine man came to him in a dream and told him “Enough!! That’s enough crying!!” The dad told him “I cannot stop, I am never going to see him again!” The old Medicine man said, “Do you want to see him again?” The dad says “yes of course” the old medicine man takes him to the entrance of happy hunting ground where he sees many little beautiful children, so happy and innocent, carrying eagle feathers into the happy hunting grounds, smiling and laughing and just so beautiful. The dad asks “where is my son? Who are these kids?” The old medicine man said “these are the children that are called home early, they are innocent and loved and they go right through to the happy hunting grounds, so happy” the dad says “and my son? Where is he? Why isn’t he with these children?” The old medicine man said, “come this way” and guided him to the side of entrance. A small boy with a beautiful smile was standing there watching all the children enter the happy hunting grounds. He was standing there within reach of an eagle's feather. His dad grabbed him and hugged him, and the boy kissed his dads' cheeks and told him he missed him. The dad said “why don't you have a eagles feather like the other kids? Why are you waiting here at the entrance?”</p><p>The boy said “I keep trying to get the eagle feather Daddy, but your tears pull it out of reach. I see you are so sad, and I am tied to that feeling so I wait here until you’re ok” the dad burst out crying for the last time, he told his son, “Get that eagle feather and go, I will be ok, and I know you will be too”</p><p>- Don't cry too long for that loved one you lost, whether son, daughter, husband, mother or father!! Let them rest in peace, don't torment your life, because they won't come back, have faith that you will be together again, and that Creator makes us a beautiful home with all our loved ones when we leave this world.</p><p>Three Generations - Alfredo Rodriguez (1954, American)</p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-58429581250015387872022-09-30T18:25:00.000-05:002022-09-30T18:25:02.144-05:00Not Your Body<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6jRGcki4LxNiKIAILIiECAOD_Lh9VURFpLaqf0y0vTR4LURMluvvNCnZr3G3jzZM9D1PPXnpj1bOOwt88fKfqSOnkN2NKg1rrewwXakAHXK7zgFm6PLvA1YTydtXY_CRUdO1NgiZNjDK6YDOwhTghq-yqLayJcc3YJ3t6FH6lLFkFYEJLSq-bSye/s1470/AA64DC89-EE34-4097-849B-B938822EB828.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1470" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6jRGcki4LxNiKIAILIiECAOD_Lh9VURFpLaqf0y0vTR4LURMluvvNCnZr3G3jzZM9D1PPXnpj1bOOwt88fKfqSOnkN2NKg1rrewwXakAHXK7zgFm6PLvA1YTydtXY_CRUdO1NgiZNjDK6YDOwhTghq-yqLayJcc3YJ3t6FH6lLFkFYEJLSq-bSye/s320/AA64DC89-EE34-4097-849B-B938822EB828.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> I agree that a woman should have control over her body.<p></p><p>But here is the problem...</p><p>That baby? It isn't your body. It is his or her body. Yes, it is a body that is CONNECTED to your body. And yes, it RESIDES in your body.</p><p>But it is NOT your body. That baby is a human being in a different body.</p><p>That human being deserves life. So do what you want with YOUR body, but understand that your baby is not you.</p><p>Psalm 139:13-16 "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are Your works, and I know this very well. My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in secret, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all my days were written in Your book and ordained for me before one of them came to be."</p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-21761247792814885922022-09-24T11:18:00.001-05:002022-09-24T11:18:25.053-05:00Magic Bank Account<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJK4ft24CyteYxw3naKssTmcfExf_0gPTJ-UZjKERi8Lz6dgqxHktt9moSgx0FKqfOL1b3miAwOk5pp9L2mFrmYtlYnQBraPMrW9XUauGbYvSmXtL-R0XIoY5_N4gPwpWnPsNOtAWTiYuQK1SeTbe6AaYfYYIa-fJqMxp33n6LSIZRo-2RTZoW7Lo/s1200/A45E843C-965D-4D7E-9E9E-C650E3E271F2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="774" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJK4ft24CyteYxw3naKssTmcfExf_0gPTJ-UZjKERi8Lz6dgqxHktt9moSgx0FKqfOL1b3miAwOk5pp9L2mFrmYtlYnQBraPMrW9XUauGbYvSmXtL-R0XIoY5_N4gPwpWnPsNOtAWTiYuQK1SeTbe6AaYfYYIa-fJqMxp33n6LSIZRo-2RTZoW7Lo/s320/A45E843C-965D-4D7E-9E9E-C650E3E271F2.jpeg" width="206" /></a></div><br /> THE MAGIC BANK ACCOUNT <p></p><p>THE AUTHOR IS UNKNOWN. THIS WAS FOUND IN THE BILLFOLD OF COACH PAUL BEAR BRYANT, ALABAMA, AFTER HE DIED IN 1982.</p><p>The Magic Bank Account </p><p>Imagine that you had won the following *PRIZE* in a contest: Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400 in your private account for your use. However, this prize has rules: </p><p>The set of rules are:</p><p><br /></p><p>1. Everything that you didn't spend during each day would be taken away from you. </p><p>2. You may not simply transfer money into some other account. </p><p>3. You may only spend it. </p><p>4. Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another $86,400 for that day. </p><p>5. The bank can end the game without warning. At any time it can say, “Game Over!" It can close the account and you will not receive a new one. </p><p>What would you personally do?</p><p>You would probably buy anything and everything you wanted right? Not only for yourself, but for all the people you love and care for. Even for people you don't know, because you couldn't possibly spend it all on yourself, right? You would try to spend every penny, and use it all, because you knew it would be replenished in the morning, right?</p><p>ACTUALLY, This GAME is REAL ... Shocked? YES! </p><p>Each of us is already a winner of this *PRIZE*. We just can't seem to see it. The PRIZE is *TIME*.</p><p>1: Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life. </p><p>2. When we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is NOT credited to us.</p><p>3. What we haven't used up that day is forever lost.</p><p>4. Yesterday is forever gone.</p><p>5. Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time WITHOUT WARNING.</p><p>SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds? Those seconds are worth so much more than the same amount in dollars. Think about it and remember to enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you think. Take care of yourself, be happy, love deeply and enjoy life! </p><p>Here's wishing you a wonderful and beautiful day. Start “spending”.</p><p>DON’T COMPLAIN ABOUT GROWING OLD! SOME PEOPLE DON'T GET THE PRIVILEGE!</p><p><br /></p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-14516672514789990922022-09-10T16:51:00.007-05:002022-09-10T16:51:56.763-05:00Queen Elizabeth <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsyD8Odk9KhOf8_SNy55Su7_3Ny4dyOOJHNs0ejbvp2069HUpL5twGlcAuvs3oMpYmyXArJfrBeeRyvZGI9eWi25GIagedPqwU-UoHEe4zgRaTQMIVtWtZ6CLil1LOjUH575BWKxjz-P5MBHOQV2a53YEaVWk7-1CAjtTgCdh7eE92z6l0ABMfPwLl/s474/9651738B-331D-43A2-B0E8-CC46645A3420.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="474" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsyD8Odk9KhOf8_SNy55Su7_3Ny4dyOOJHNs0ejbvp2069HUpL5twGlcAuvs3oMpYmyXArJfrBeeRyvZGI9eWi25GIagedPqwU-UoHEe4zgRaTQMIVtWtZ6CLil1LOjUH575BWKxjz-P5MBHOQV2a53YEaVWk7-1CAjtTgCdh7eE92z6l0ABMfPwLl/s320/9651738B-331D-43A2-B0E8-CC46645A3420.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx25cB6yt15czVFK8YJL4Q-90-CsHrsPJFg-9zzvU_DTTlfwm0n9Y_sBNKhtw9LpvkUPQpuBJYVw9L-Y8gg8l8FjCmWGLIslIflXzesSkk2pipq-47-2Wf53bvEos6FmiLQ8zPJC5F19yDaAIwfb16Gnr-tlnjgAvWyW1FraZzkHRthAlhppZ7JAIt/s960/E3C1B6F8-16A0-48BA-A3CE-EC3961EF7D8F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="573" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx25cB6yt15czVFK8YJL4Q-90-CsHrsPJFg-9zzvU_DTTlfwm0n9Y_sBNKhtw9LpvkUPQpuBJYVw9L-Y8gg8l8FjCmWGLIslIflXzesSkk2pipq-47-2Wf53bvEos6FmiLQ8zPJC5F19yDaAIwfb16Gnr-tlnjgAvWyW1FraZzkHRthAlhppZ7JAIt/s320/E3C1B6F8-16A0-48BA-A3CE-EC3961EF7D8F.jpeg" width="191" /></a></div><br /> This Poem was written by one of our friends and love it so thought we would share it with you all too..... ♥︎♥︎♥︎<p></p><p>{Shared By: Austin’s Cafe}</p><p> Paddington sat down sadly </p><p>On a green and quiet glade </p><p>And pulled a sandwich from his little hat </p><p>Made With the nicest marmalade </p><p><br /></p><p>He had heard sad news this very day </p><p>That the Queen's life had come to an end </p><p>He cried because that day they met </p><p>She had become his bestest friend </p><p><br /></p><p>They had shared some tea </p><p>That very day when to the Palace he had been invited </p><p>He remembered he could hardly speak </p><p>He was so very very excited </p><p><br /></p><p>He offered her his sandwich </p><p>Made with such love and care </p><p>She smiled at him and with a grin </p><p>She showed that little bear </p><p><br /></p><p>That inside of her handbag </p><p>There was something she had made </p><p>And that She too kept a special sandwich </p><p>Made of the finest marmalade </p><p><br /></p><p>Although he was just a little bear </p><p>And she a regal queen </p><p>Watching her take that sandwich out her bag </p><p>Was the best thing he had seen </p><p><br /></p><p>He wondered if any body else would miss her </p><p>Now that she had gone </p><p>And his heart was filled up to the brim </p><p>When he turned his little phone on </p><p><br /></p><p>He saw that Facebook had been flooded</p><p>With her pictures old and new </p><p>And that he himself that little bear </p><p>Was also in them too </p><p><br /></p><p>Although today he is the saddest </p><p>That he has ever been </p><p>He will always lovingly remember </p><p>The day he had tea with the Queen </p><p>{Shared from Austin’s Cafe}</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-79353672632632419962022-07-30T11:48:00.004-05:002022-07-30T11:48:33.172-05:00Honor God’s Word<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWvRu8ievARMM0ipWQHyPBqYeYFt-dd-Toe0ZMwmCioOUytVaoYm1S4Pb4FcXIJEase7exFypedULaNKGRMZmw8dEkQ1Z1_Gau5aAU7b7VOhhqGlcmjjD6Mclau7ebYYDMDGluGV9VNSj30kXsAsVXNI6P6lWGMx_LxoG7Q2raArZNF3YqojkD9DN/s780/163EDC8A-7ADB-4D51-95A7-92BDDC86664F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="780" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWvRu8ievARMM0ipWQHyPBqYeYFt-dd-Toe0ZMwmCioOUytVaoYm1S4Pb4FcXIJEase7exFypedULaNKGRMZmw8dEkQ1Z1_Gau5aAU7b7VOhhqGlcmjjD6Mclau7ebYYDMDGluGV9VNSj30kXsAsVXNI6P6lWGMx_LxoG7Q2raArZNF3YqojkD9DN/s320/163EDC8A-7ADB-4D51-95A7-92BDDC86664F.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Thank You “Wilma Thompson Cook” for sharing.<p></p><p>In Bible times, the arrangement of unmarried people living as husband and wife was relatively rare, especially among the Jews and Christians.</p><p>There are numerous Scriptures that declare God’s prohibition of sexual immorality (Acts 15:20; 1 Corinthians 5:1; 6:13, 18; 10:8; 2 Corinthians 12:21; Galatians 5:19; Ephesians 5:3; Colossians 3:5; 1 Thessalonians 4:3; Jude 7). The Greek word translated “sexual immorality” or “fornication” in these verses is porneia, and it means literally “unlawful lust.” Since the only form of lawful sexuality is the marriage of one man and one woman (Genesis 2:24; Matthew 19:5), then anything outside of marriage, whether it is adultery, premarital sex, homosexuality, or anything else, is unlawful, in other words, sin. Living together before marriage definitely falls into the category of fornication—sexual sin.</p><p>Hebrews 13:4 describes the honorable state of marriage: “Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure, for God will judge the adulterer and all the sexually immoral.” This verse draws a clear distinction between that which is pure and honorable—marriage—and that which is sexually immoral—anything outside of marriage. As living together outside of marriage falls into this category, it is sin. Anyone living together outside of lawful marriage invites the displeasure and judgment of God.</p><p>#honorGodsWord</p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-37220663392059923022022-07-26T18:19:00.004-05:002022-07-26T18:19:45.371-05:00Grandma’s Hands<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMkKaLjvRtVewqXXeTcWdxhA63TqnxDN1X4mEvpR1kFOKJmqMTfmBcPzkdNoQ743SNqGOYg6J3CGa4FnTtPu7VGiqN64VmjWQgAu_QcYzy0MOu56D0vzRKNvz9AfBTHgMkNz2YzRr4p7cJvGb7DwZcuEIM8Wnhst-rWbajMaqRgC3BYqFtT3gf5FW/s705/4D04149E-41C0-4D77-88CA-D4096090C727.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMkKaLjvRtVewqXXeTcWdxhA63TqnxDN1X4mEvpR1kFOKJmqMTfmBcPzkdNoQ743SNqGOYg6J3CGa4FnTtPu7VGiqN64VmjWQgAu_QcYzy0MOu56D0vzRKNvz9AfBTHgMkNz2YzRr4p7cJvGb7DwZcuEIM8Wnhst-rWbajMaqRgC3BYqFtT3gf5FW/s320/4D04149E-41C0-4D77-88CA-D4096090C727.jpeg" width="256" /></a></div><p></p><p>“Grandma, how do you cope with pain?”</p><p>“With your hands, honey. If you do it with your mind instead of relieving the pain, it toughens even harder.”</p><p>“With your hands grandma?”</p><p>“Yes, our hands are the antennae of our soul. If you move them; knitting, cooking, painting, playing or sinking them into the ground, you send care signs to the deepest part of you and your soul lights up because you’re paying attention to it. Then signs of pain will no longer be necessary.”</p><p>“Hands are really that important?”</p><p>“Yes my daughter. Think of babies: they start to know the world through the touch of their hands. If you look at the hands of old people, they tell you more about their life then any body part. Everything that is done by hand is said to be done with the heart. Because it’s really like this: hands and heart are connected. Masseurs know well: when they touch someone with their hands, they create a deep connection. It is precisely from this connection that healing comes. Think of lovers: when they touch their hands, they make love in a more sublime way.”</p><p>“My hands grandma.... how long I haven’t used them like this!”</p><p>“Move them, my love. Begin to create with them and everything within you will begin to move. The pain will not pass away. And instead what you do with them will become the most beautiful masterpiece and it won’t hurt anymore. Because you have been able to transform its essence..</p><p>Artist Credit : Claudia Tremblay</p><p><br /></p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-23737688710062455902022-07-03T17:42:00.001-05:002022-07-03T17:42:06.941-05:00Sexual demons<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2OklgJr1pOEV0PkGIRFjpjhpy_3yfZzvM8Uc_UAR3P-Kj1qrLwPkDZBpeFQEdjNKQz19yCdpT4u2Wij1qcUgNo6TC_WFkeGFqGel8S0al9QSMW4quacfcZRM3Gr0vn7RbaBPQD9vi35-FmCivuRkmUYUolzzoZSRNvsfk4NFsLt8jUHzPZdyNEMEm/s640/84152704-EB1B-4B5F-A3C8-169E07771211.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="640" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2OklgJr1pOEV0PkGIRFjpjhpy_3yfZzvM8Uc_UAR3P-Kj1qrLwPkDZBpeFQEdjNKQz19yCdpT4u2Wij1qcUgNo6TC_WFkeGFqGel8S0al9QSMW4quacfcZRM3Gr0vn7RbaBPQD9vi35-FmCivuRkmUYUolzzoZSRNvsfk4NFsLt8jUHzPZdyNEMEm/s320/84152704-EB1B-4B5F-A3C8-169E07771211.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>SEXUAL TRANSMITTED DEMONS</p><p>There is a spiritual aspect to sexual sin that is always overlooked, due to one wanting to please the flesh. Sexual sin is more dangerous than any STD combined, this is the real STD. There is not a condom in the world that could prevent SEXUAL</p><p>TRANSMITTED DEMONS. When you have sex with someone, you exchange/obtain whatever spirits they have or are battling with. You take on their qualities, behaviors, ideology ... why do you think God wanted us to wait until marriage?? Why did God say "when you get married you are one now" ??? And why do you think God said our bodies are a temple? Please, be very mindful of your choices. It will effect you now or in the future. You don't know what someone is depositing in your body that will affect your spirit. Spiritually in God's eye, when you have sex with someone, you are now connected/married to that person or persons. Let alone if you are sleeping with multiple individuals then you are depositing their inner demons with your spirit and vice versa. Spirits are real and so are demons.If you are not yet married stop sleeping around and if you are married stop ADULTERY </p><p>scriptures on sexual immorality- Acts 15:29, 1 Corinthians 5 1-5, Galatians 5:19, Ephesians 4:19, 1 Thessalonians 4:3-7, Revelation 2:14-16</p><p><br /></p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-85899571330043566842022-07-01T19:24:00.002-05:002022-07-01T19:24:17.732-05:00I Like You Just For Being You<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvDE44retyJzvHnc6EvD4dqWy8noee9UwT0UJKoAuEpal785-oOKYgNQEv0arXZUmJyVf3jOZluglemegfAyu1zcfugSWR_a4QHHrmhge1KWlOLQO7WcY4Ey4Iu5dv7R13F0KNqzOA01UBC7mjJMFDcTMJlauDbhZtyxSrkWc1JMRKES1qbQ2NbuO/s1200/006DA55E-B77C-44C3-9FA4-C986489536D0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="953" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvDE44retyJzvHnc6EvD4dqWy8noee9UwT0UJKoAuEpal785-oOKYgNQEv0arXZUmJyVf3jOZluglemegfAyu1zcfugSWR_a4QHHrmhge1KWlOLQO7WcY4Ey4Iu5dv7R13F0KNqzOA01UBC7mjJMFDcTMJlauDbhZtyxSrkWc1JMRKES1qbQ2NbuO/s320/006DA55E-B77C-44C3-9FA4-C986489536D0.jpeg" width="254" /></a></div><br /> God is ALWAYS at work in our lives!<p></p><p>“A good portion of my pro-bono work is defending abused children. It’s a cause close to my heart. In the course of my work I met a man who was an adult survivor. You wouldn’t have known it looking at him. He was this gigantic Polynesian guy. Wild curly hair. I think of him every time I see Khal Drogo on GoT. He was counseling some of the little kids, and doing a fantastic job of it.</p><p>I visited his home to get his opinion on something and I noticed a little toy on his desk. It was Trolley. Naturally curious, I asked him about it. This is what he told me:</p><p>“The most dangerous time for me was in the afternoon when my mother got tired and irritable. Like clockwork. Now, she liked to beat me in discreet places so my father wouldn’t see the bruises. That particular day she went for the legs. Not uncommon for her. I was knocked down and couldn’t get back up. Also not uncommon. She gave me one last kick, the one I had come to learn meant ‘I’m done now’. Then she left me there upstairs, face in the carpet, alone. I tried to get up, but couldn’t. So I dragged myself, arm over arm, to the television, climbed up the tv cabinet and turned on the TV. </p><p>“And there was Mr. Rogers. It was the end of the show and he was having a quiet, calm conversation with those hundreds of kids. In that moment, he seemed to look me in the eye when he said ‘And I like you just for being you’. In that moment, it was like he was reaching across time and space to say these words to me when I needed them most.</p><p>“It was like the hand of God. It hit me in the soul. I was a miserable little kid. I was sure I was a horrible person. I was sure I deserved every last moment of abuse, every blow, every bad name. I was sure I earned it, sure I didn’t deserve better. I *knew* all of these things … until that moment. If this man, who I hadn’t even met, liked me just for being me, then I couldn’t be all bad. Then maybe someone could love me, even if it wasn’t my mom.</p><p>“It gave me hope. If that nice man liked me, then I wasn’t a monster. I was worth fighting for. From that day on, his words were like a secret fortress in my heart. No matter how broken I was, no matter how much it hurt or what was done to me, I could remember his words, get back on my feet, and go on for another day.</p><p>“That’s why I keep Trolley there. To remind me that, no matter how terrible things look, someone who had never met me liked me just for being me, and that makes even the worst day worth it to me. I know how stupid it sounds, but Mr. Rogers saved my life.”</p><p>The next time I saw him, he was talking to one of my little clients. When they were done with their session, he helped her out of her chair, took both of her hands, looked her in the eyes and said: “And remember, I like you just for being you.” </p><p>That, to me, is Mr. Rogers’ most powerful legacy. All of the little lives he changed and made better with simple and sincere words of love and kindness."</p><p><br /></p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-70809386209210229162022-05-23T11:00:00.004-05:002022-05-23T11:00:57.626-05:00How do you deal with pain<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiRVlPzCPr0-otVOqApx7UQXV3U_c6BTZDyT--7DVoJgzPUmCYuBC-uhacv9vd1YQclrhR-0UzBFwQe7SNZNbOQUTzca2Zupq3qPLOT9YKgCKsp4NlNjL_K2-UmCM9nRhRHCotSZ53RUQJ_8-IXbEv00QBRBve_N-m-vv3absbOBnyFqCeSur4Rz95/s750/FAB52A44-26ED-4EB6-942D-70BC9691F817.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="750" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiRVlPzCPr0-otVOqApx7UQXV3U_c6BTZDyT--7DVoJgzPUmCYuBC-uhacv9vd1YQclrhR-0UzBFwQe7SNZNbOQUTzca2Zupq3qPLOT9YKgCKsp4NlNjL_K2-UmCM9nRhRHCotSZ53RUQJ_8-IXbEv00QBRBve_N-m-vv3absbOBnyFqCeSur4Rz95/s320/FAB52A44-26ED-4EB6-942D-70BC9691F817.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Grandma, how do you deal with pain?</p><br />" With your hands, dear. When you do it with your mind, the pain hardens even more."<p></p><p>“With your hands, grandma?"</p><p>" Yes, yes. Our hands are the antennas of our soul. When you move them by sewing, cooking, painting, touching the earth or sinking it into the earth, they send signals of caring to the deepest part of you and your soul calms down.</p><p>This way she doesn't have to send pain anymore to show it.</p><p>" Are hands really that important?"</p><p>" Yes, my girl. Thinking of babies: they get to know the world thanks to their touches. When you look at the hands of older people, they tell more about their lives than any other part of the body. Everything that is made by hand, so is said, is made with the heart because it really is like this: hands and heart are connected. Masseuses know this: When they touch another person's body with their hands, they create a deep connection. Thinking of lovers: When their hands touch, they love each other in the most sublime way."</p><p>" My hand's grandma... how long haven't I used them like that!"</p><p>" Move them, my girl, start creating with them and everything in you will move. The pain will not pass away. But it will be the best masterpiece. And it won't hurt anymore. Because you managed to embroider your essence."</p><p><br /></p><p>~ Elena Barnabé</p><p>Art by Beatriz Maciel</p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-77337419493777761192022-03-21T17:49:00.002-05:002022-03-21T17:49:18.268-05:00Focaccia Bread<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhB7HXmMAc4FTVqpcoH04ysOwRJ6ZZx1yjRtt7eSygAoLs5YiN1U00EwEJ5P7kMxKzGY1Cj5OvDs8eI0Nnu3Cm7WyeAZ2rgc7m4uMvSIqwyzQGbQGyXuHTj_eayMRtxwJNEwj6OP-HefXq_K8x-Ts2snylNJMAP4uSt6et4J0YtPwybbOo1Z5XeaP0U=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhB7HXmMAc4FTVqpcoH04ysOwRJ6ZZx1yjRtt7eSygAoLs5YiN1U00EwEJ5P7kMxKzGY1Cj5OvDs8eI0Nnu3Cm7WyeAZ2rgc7m4uMvSIqwyzQGbQGyXuHTj_eayMRtxwJNEwj6OP-HefXq_K8x-Ts2snylNJMAP4uSt6et4J0YtPwybbOo1Z5XeaP0U=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fresh Focaccia Bread right out of the oven</span><p></p><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">2 1/2 c. Flour</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">1 tsp. sugar </div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">1 tsp. Salt </div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">1 put. Yeast</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">1 c. Plus a tablespoon or 2 of water</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">Drizzle of olive oil</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">[ grated cheese & oregano, olive oil ]</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">Directions:</div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">Dissolve yeast in water, add sugar and salt, add some olive oil, then add flour... add more water if needed slowly. Shape in ball, cover with plastic wrap and allow to rise 1 hour</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">Now spray 8 x 12 Pyrex with non-stick spray.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">Mix dough and place in Pyrex dish. With fingers spread across bottom of Pyrex dish. Drizzle with olive oil, sprinkle with oregano, and cover with grated cheese. Cover with plastic wrap. Let rise 1/2 hour </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">Preheat oven for 350 degrees. Bake 30 - 35 min... Oh Yummy</div></div>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-11681269726563256172022-03-14T11:05:00.003-05:002022-03-14T11:05:35.236-05:00Candlelight <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgkFxkLKR498ZzyK_30Ua7k8j2tO_76KJSBUSRkDIn-9dbfcO1jZ2d3_IFrrpCvQiIGhu2H0vsPEjW6HEbleOYgSaKBbRFzCIbFq_0mexsbaVhcgM-A2PRAXIVJ-paGFfSoJRBaT3JUji5eAP-NOr0ds2fqhUGhJGXDwa7MiJrbIppeou9ARssHt8F7=s750" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="750" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgkFxkLKR498ZzyK_30Ua7k8j2tO_76KJSBUSRkDIn-9dbfcO1jZ2d3_IFrrpCvQiIGhu2H0vsPEjW6HEbleOYgSaKBbRFzCIbFq_0mexsbaVhcgM-A2PRAXIVJ-paGFfSoJRBaT3JUji5eAP-NOr0ds2fqhUGhJGXDwa7MiJrbIppeou9ARssHt8F7=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>MY GRANDMOTHER ONCE TOLD ME that each of us has a candle inside us just bursting to come out and light up the room. "Just imagine," she told me, "if everyone's candle burst out at the same time! "</div><div>.</div><div>I TRIED TO WRAP my mind around the idea that there was a candle inside me, a lit candle ... "Oh, what a wonderful day that would be!!!" she said.</div><div>.</div><div>"Why grandma?"</div><div>.</div><div>"Why? ... because there'd be no more darkness, no more sorrow, no more suffering, no more violence, no more killing ... the world would be bathed in light and happiness and joy and love ... "</div><div>.</div><div>I THOUGHT ABOUT THAT for a bit. How difficult it might be to get everybody's light to shine at once. I told grandma that.</div><div>.</div><div>SHE CHUCKLED, then said: "You just make sure your light is shinin' bright ... "</div><div>.</div><div>AND FOR many decades now, I've been tryin' ...</div><div>.</div><div>I've been tryin', grandma ... I've been tryin' ... 🌺🌸💓</div><div>.</div><div>~ author Michael Traveler, author/poet</div><div>.</div><div>.</div></div>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-56318407812953228462022-03-13T13:30:00.002-05:002022-03-13T13:36:33.964-05:00What is holodomor<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSV8075J94IoWBIWt7S4MexwLjoLTj_0XQelgayg9WdDBroaKWkwYUh4w6opPLQ1crni09gSTrXMtNtp-Z1nap0XWu-0nHY0eoJDoZxahFZ78Lnd4cQrbAzHsyU88Dobcw7HQJ0y_0-8mkZ9EUF5eTROLeGW0Y2Kbja2yLxkAgQRQQsM2hqzzodwSY=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="636" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSV8075J94IoWBIWt7S4MexwLjoLTj_0XQelgayg9WdDBroaKWkwYUh4w6opPLQ1crni09gSTrXMtNtp-Z1nap0XWu-0nHY0eoJDoZxahFZ78Lnd4cQrbAzHsyU88Dobcw7HQJ0y_0-8mkZ9EUF5eTROLeGW0Y2Kbja2yLxkAgQRQQsM2hqzzodwSY=s320" width="212" /></a></div><br /> Thank you Joe Becigneul for sharing<p></p><p>At the entrance to the memorial park in Kyiv, there is a sculpture of an extremely thin girl with a very sad look holding a handful of wheat ears in her hands. Behind her back is the Candle of Remembrance, a monument with details reminiscent of authentic embroidery that can be found on traditional Ukrainian costumes. This is a monument that commemorates a historical event known as the Holodomor.</p><p><br /></p><p> What is the Holodomor?</p><p><br /></p><p>After the end of the First World War, Ukraine was an independent state, but in 1919 the Soviet Union "sucked" it into the community of Soviet states. The Ukrainians, who even then considered themselves a Central European people like the Poles and not an Eastern European like the Russians, tried to restore Ukraine's independence.</p><p><br /></p><p>In 1932, not wanting to lose control of Europe's main granary, Stalin resorted to one of the most heinous forms of terror against one nation. In the process of nationalization, he took away the grain-producing land from the Ukrainian peasants, but also all its offerings, thus creating an artificial famine. The goal was to "teach Ukrainians to be smart" so that they would no longer oppose official Moscow. Thus the people who produced the most grain in Europe were left without a crumb of bread. The peak of the Holodomor was in the spring of 1933. In Ukraine at that time, 17 people died of hunger every minute, more than 1,000 every hour, and almost 24,500 every day! People were literally starving to death in the streets.</p><p><br /></p><p>Stalin settled the Russian population in the emptied Ukrainian villages. During the next census, there was a large shortage of population. Therefore, the Soviet government annulled the census, destroyed the census documents, and the enumerators were shot or sent to the gulag, in order to completely hide the truth. </p><p><br /></p><p>World War. Their poison gas was hunger. Their Hitler was Stalin. Their Holocaust was the Holodomor. For them, fascist Berlin was Soviet Moscow, and their concentration camp was the Soviet Union. Today, 28 countries around the world present the Holodomor as genocide against Ukrainians, which you could not learn about in school, because almost all evidence was destroyed and victims were covered up for decades, survivors were forcibly silenced by not having the right to vote until recently.</p><p><br /></p><p>The Holodomor at that time broke the Ukrainian resistance, but it made the desire for Ukraine's independence from Russia eternal.</p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-48420580745885260542022-02-24T18:22:00.002-06:002022-02-24T18:22:13.594-06:00Camels Are On The Horizon!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhnOuHM9OPQl5zOaafomXe0BSnCdGcJg3qzKaLeR-m2S9Q1pzSACgWfXFT7L6gOmgcImbCJo14QK6IjhIC95kUsQNxyH-vtUBymmgJeXT2CYzagCniNvAKJIXCZXpmE2iuifkiqLNk9EAfmmGOpEXVlhFtyuMbwIBM6MJh_vlEjJp0mxVSuhJDXgAi0=s1608" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1608" data-original-width="1077" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhnOuHM9OPQl5zOaafomXe0BSnCdGcJg3qzKaLeR-m2S9Q1pzSACgWfXFT7L6gOmgcImbCJo14QK6IjhIC95kUsQNxyH-vtUBymmgJeXT2CYzagCniNvAKJIXCZXpmE2iuifkiqLNk9EAfmmGOpEXVlhFtyuMbwIBM6MJh_vlEjJp0mxVSuhJDXgAi0=s320" width="214" /></a></div><br /> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thank you Chad Perry for sharing</span><p></p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-51830307577125318342022-02-23T10:35:00.002-06:002022-02-23T10:35:42.436-06:00Be Yourself<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrd9qcdw4FiSQolb0TEWFGAPr0Onv7zokx1NjN-s3lyhDbVspXbrYmD3axGEhQZ150xmMF7CkuYKyBZBFvhzdvkxJItDuEaL4Z122OzfNYHpzeeEDi0LnWAbMfOpTfASmzUTFcwxX9wLSjlCmsvyNbLYIZcXBwBgmDVhny3sOFKGe4eyEc7B_wixtQ=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="686" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrd9qcdw4FiSQolb0TEWFGAPr0Onv7zokx1NjN-s3lyhDbVspXbrYmD3axGEhQZ150xmMF7CkuYKyBZBFvhzdvkxJItDuEaL4Z122OzfNYHpzeeEDi0LnWAbMfOpTfASmzUTFcwxX9wLSjlCmsvyNbLYIZcXBwBgmDVhny3sOFKGe4eyEc7B_wixtQ=s320" width="229" /></a></div><br /> “She sat at the back and they said she was shy,<p></p><p>She led from the front and they hated her pride,</p><p>They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance,</p><p>They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence,</p><p>When she shared no ambition they said it was sad,</p><p>So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad,</p><p>They told her they'd listen, then covered their ears,</p><p>And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears,</p><p>And she listened to all of it thinking she should,</p><p>Be the girl they told her to be best as she could,</p><p>But one day she asked what was best for herself,</p><p>Instead of trying to please everyone else,</p><p>So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees,</p><p>She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves,</p><p>She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine,</p><p>And she told them what she'd been told time after time,</p><p>She told them she felt she was never enough,</p><p>She was either too little or far far too much,</p><p>Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak,</p><p>Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek,</p><p>Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs,</p><p>And she stopped...and she heard what the trees said to her,</p><p>And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave,</p><p>For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe"</p><p><br /></p><p>Unknown</p><p>Resonating</p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-10343463079167205432022-02-17T19:11:00.006-06:002022-02-17T19:11:54.689-06:00Chicken Croquettes Pa Dutch Recips<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqIUUvq-fFxYYDKEAyUItf89YXBxNsH9wwdA6c52HFDyw3gE8vesMD_rJxcbCfXsrhK69hwkFdZqNKRiEbkUrEWtgyFlOMjs_vuJdjb0aaevCQeADRC5uKWs8M_6l2G0DmuFpYgP1DVWdJRPw9zGjHuNMvShrLlcWEorhrwy6-r3nvd7bgZo9myiPH=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqIUUvq-fFxYYDKEAyUItf89YXBxNsH9wwdA6c52HFDyw3gE8vesMD_rJxcbCfXsrhK69hwkFdZqNKRiEbkUrEWtgyFlOMjs_vuJdjb0aaevCQeADRC5uKWs8M_6l2G0DmuFpYgP1DVWdJRPw9zGjHuNMvShrLlcWEorhrwy6-r3nvd7bgZo9myiPH=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div>INGREDIENTS</div><div> 2 c. cooked chicken, ground leftover chicken works great</div><div>2 Tbs. butter</div><div>2 Tbs. flour</div><div>1 c. half and half you can substitute with regular milk</div><div>3/4 tsp. salt</div><div>1/4 tsp. black pepper</div><div>1/2 tsp. garlic powder</div><div>1 tsp. minced onion flakes</div><div>2 eggs</div><div>1/2 - 1 c. panko or regular bread crumbs</div><div><br /></div><div>INSTRUCTIONS </div><div>To make the sauce, melt the butter and stir in the flour. Slowly pour in the half and half, whisking as you are pouring.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cook, and stir constantly until a smooth paste is formed. Remove from the heat and add the seasonings. Cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mix the chopped chicken with the creamy sauce. Form into 9 - 12 balls and refrigerate for several hours or overnight.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dip the balls into beaten eggs, then roll into bread crumbs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Deep fat fry several croquettes at a time, with your oil between 325° and 350°, for several minutes until they are golden brown.</div><div><br /></div><div>Remove the croquettes with a slotted spoon and drain on paper towels.</div><div><br /></div><div>Croquettes are delicious served with chicken gravy and mashed potatoes.</div><div><br /></div><div>NOTES</div><div>If you are in a hurry to make the croquettes, you do not have to chill the sauce or the croquettes. You can mix, dip, and fry them right away. They are just messier to work with when they are warm.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you prefer, you can pan-fry your croquettes instead of deep-frying them.</div></div><div><br /></div>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-64758785605431141792022-02-09T12:22:00.001-06:002022-02-09T12:22:09.863-06:00Rosemarry<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjeThpETJ7ORpfzPPvvr9FJTDm3M2RkxczfupyAJQOYSIf-ISlA9O6RAJ-smu59rj6PQPKJYRQUh9lHYpm-RYSQvyN3X3jRbqSGftRTOIlcVSF5ngpJkYmSte34e_A0O7hy2P0eO4mgg922tfsOCiK34hmZpll7QKpvzBsfYHQ4zM1Lk7kmstkk446o=s1440" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjeThpETJ7ORpfzPPvvr9FJTDm3M2RkxczfupyAJQOYSIf-ISlA9O6RAJ-smu59rj6PQPKJYRQUh9lHYpm-RYSQvyN3X3jRbqSGftRTOIlcVSF5ngpJkYmSte34e_A0O7hy2P0eO4mgg922tfsOCiK34hmZpll7QKpvzBsfYHQ4zM1Lk7kmstkk446o=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Thank You Michelle Gantt Davis for sharing this.<p></p><p>A little long but wanted to share my rosemary / migraine story. I have shared before but was reminded again this week how life changing it has been for me. Most of my life I have had chronic migraines, 4 or 5 a week sometimes lasting for several days at a time. I couldn’t even tell you how many medications, both prescription and over the counter that I tried. Some helped, most didn’t , nothing got rid of these headaches. The ones that helped made me so sleepy I felt like I wasn’t able to function like I should. I even joined trial medication migraine studies at the recommendation of my doctor, kinda scary to think about now. One day while cooking I nibbled on some fresh rosemary. Within 30 minutes my migraine was gone. At first I thought just a coincidence but decided to try it again with my next migraine and it worked! I was eventually able to stop all migraine medications and as long as I nibble a little rosemary every few days I seldom got a migraine. But then my rosemary plant died, busy with work and the holidays I kept forgetting to buy another. Had a few headaches but nothing major and debilitating until yesterday. I ended up taking something over the counter for the first time in years, didn’t help at all. Hubby offered to go buy a rosemary plant while I tried to sleep it off. Just that little nibble of my new plant and my headache eased up tremendously! I had let it get too bad to work in one dose but after using the rosemary several times it was gone!! Thankful God provides us with his natural remedies!! Thankful that hubby went out in the weather to come to my rescue!! </p><p>(I chew 2 or 3 of the little leaves if at the onset of a migraine. If that doesn’t help, I wait 30 minutes and chew a few more. 1st usually works, if I wait too long I need 2 doses)</p><p>****Just a reminder if you choose to try, rosemary, it can interfere with some medications and shouldn’t be used if you are pregnant or trying to get pregnant so research before you try.</p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-43933094308106740232022-02-09T12:18:00.003-06:002022-02-09T12:19:10.327-06:00Jesus Pray’s<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpPbzkF4340mLiZS5khJ8RfJLSuqOzFDmDHckk3_uPwhVkzu4A0sUhvHbTAMTElzQldo5-l4fDGlNVvWMb1ixemeN9bi3FAYIk8hDlEYCJ5t0JJqpVs4xPqBIpW3Gd4QvxrTNIEfB_q8er9R_0ofseWsYz2_wLyFgvHWVi_--yMYCNDEY1FsmC9C4K=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpPbzkF4340mLiZS5khJ8RfJLSuqOzFDmDHckk3_uPwhVkzu4A0sUhvHbTAMTElzQldo5-l4fDGlNVvWMb1ixemeN9bi3FAYIk8hDlEYCJ5t0JJqpVs4xPqBIpW3Gd4QvxrTNIEfB_q8er9R_0ofseWsYz2_wLyFgvHWVi_--yMYCNDEY1FsmC9C4K=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /> JESUS PRAYS <p></p><p><br /></p><p>“One of those days Jesus went out to a mountainside to pray, and spent the night praying to God.”</p><p>Luke 6:12 NIV</p><p>Allow me to be transparent, find this very convicting.</p><p>Rarely pray more than 20-30’minutes at a stretch.</p><p>Yet the One who was closest to the Father, always led by the Spirit, who knew exactly what to do, prayed.</p><p>Can we do less?</p><p>Father forgive us for our lack of prayer may </p><p>Your Spirit take our prayers & intercede for us </p><p>& for those we love make us prayer warriors </p><p>in Jesus’ name </p><p>Amen</p><p><br /></p><p>Picture from: </p><p>Muscotah United Church</p><p>Muscotah KS</p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-27010949197283152212021-11-30T14:03:00.001-06:002021-11-30T14:03:14.026-06:00Momma<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNpvxDIA64qtvPEiqqCADHq2Ir0LzZnX5JD9Vldh6cFlG7ipgdMo_lqKIKBWKcOPafIQbLqYPuyBNphwvH6qFP-5Dp8DBiETdo5X0jwG4Rv5PwsDsUW_Wl9_bb2KhymlX2Rxr9xcacH8/s2048/EEA91E71-69C6-4B29-801B-4E0819A1C395.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNpvxDIA64qtvPEiqqCADHq2Ir0LzZnX5JD9Vldh6cFlG7ipgdMo_lqKIKBWKcOPafIQbLqYPuyBNphwvH6qFP-5Dp8DBiETdo5X0jwG4Rv5PwsDsUW_Wl9_bb2KhymlX2Rxr9xcacH8/s320/EEA91E71-69C6-4B29-801B-4E0819A1C395.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>YOUR MOM IS YOUR MOM...Nobody can replace her...Nobody should replace her...Nobody can do half the things she does, or has done,for you...Nobody can compare to her...Only God can love you more than she does...She’s only one person...But she’s the person that matters the most...DO YOU LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOUR MOM? No matter where she is ...In Heaven...Or here on earth! There is nothing like a mother’s love!</p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-12411867860181749932021-11-22T13:58:00.006-06:002021-11-22T13:58:46.241-06:00Mourning <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjp9zFcVL3Vl96AH5A7hvn9TNcjr3dcOvSDBZFgKxSBZTR69z3195d51-9MNvKYvnMYPo3vjyOxaK35v1JWlkfHHjqFt_UrMlNit98eBXX96XKVa09KisIYgzw7cHgw1ZLaYf8gm2Cz40/s1060/018062B0-90FD-43BC-9471-ED1317CE1F31.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1060" data-original-width="754" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjp9zFcVL3Vl96AH5A7hvn9TNcjr3dcOvSDBZFgKxSBZTR69z3195d51-9MNvKYvnMYPo3vjyOxaK35v1JWlkfHHjqFt_UrMlNit98eBXX96XKVa09KisIYgzw7cHgw1ZLaYf8gm2Cz40/s320/018062B0-90FD-43BC-9471-ED1317CE1F31.jpeg" width="228" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>In the Lakota-Sioux tradition, a person who is grieving is considered most wakan, most holy. There's a sense that when someone is struck by the sudden lightning of loss, he or she stands on the threshold of the spirit world. The prayers of those who grieve are considered especially strong, and it is proper to ask them for their help.</p><p><br /></p><p>You might recall what it's like to be with someone who has grieved deeply. The person has no layer of protection, nothing left to defend. The mystery is looking out through that person's eyes. For the time being, he or she has accepted the reality of loss and has stopped clinging to the past or grasping at the future. In the groundless openness of sorrow, there is a wholeness of presence and a deep natural wisdom.</p><p><br /></p><p>~ Tara Brach</p><p><br /></p><p>Art by Frank Howell</p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-15764184224191651652021-10-21T15:26:00.001-05:002021-10-21T15:26:31.141-05:00Babies cells<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrOW0gIHdZI0QzG5Vqib7AXpLAgfVMAltitWDry3ML_FcfoXV7JlcTDEYOJTdDrajontlJxkkzqHzHGdr80M0kesd7Z9BtRO8BcqlOH0K60hG_N4P07NdxyyTEuTjQV7xqTjPMQix5gg/s776/D321EB7F-BA87-4CBF-BA64-0163835DAB3E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="776" data-original-width="615" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrOW0gIHdZI0QzG5Vqib7AXpLAgfVMAltitWDry3ML_FcfoXV7JlcTDEYOJTdDrajontlJxkkzqHzHGdr80M0kesd7Z9BtRO8BcqlOH0K60hG_N4P07NdxyyTEuTjQV7xqTjPMQix5gg/s320/D321EB7F-BA87-4CBF-BA64-0163835DAB3E.jpeg" width="254" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>“When pregnant, the cells of the baby migrate into the mothers bloodstream and then circle back into the baby, it’s called “fetal-maternal microchimerism”.</p><p>For 41 weeks, the cells circulate and merge backwards and forwards, and after the baby is born, many of these cells stay in the mother’s body, leaving a permanent imprint in the mothers tissues, bones, brain, and skin, and often stay there for decades. Every single child a mother has afterwards will leave a similar imprint on her body, too.</p><p>Even if a pregnancy doesn't go to full term or if you have an abortion, these cells still migrate into your bloodstream.</p><p>Research has shown that if a mother's heart is injured, fetal cells will rush to the site of the injury and change into different types of cells that specialize in mending the heart.</p><p>The baby helps repair the mother, while the mother builds the baby.</p><p>How cool is that?</p><p>This is often why certain illnesses vanish while pregnant.</p><p>It’s incredible how mothers bodies protect the baby at all costs, and the baby protects & rebuilds the mother back - so that the baby can develop safely and survive.</p><p>Think about crazy cravings for a moment. What was the mother deficient in that the baby made them crave?</p><p>Studies have also shown cells from a fetus in a mothers brain 18 years after she gave birth. How amazing is that?” </p><p>If you’re a mom you know how you can intuitively feel your child even when they are not there….Well, now there is scientific proof that moms carry them for years and years even after they have given birth to them.</p><p>I find this to be so very beautiful.</p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-63812080268646147312021-09-12T16:48:00.005-05:002021-09-13T10:07:26.307-05:00The Stranger within our gates<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQFWXbcIwMGACDn81vib8GH3WXyW_RprUDP6SjB2d1WyEPKX9f39GDlgHV-u0GyUq1oGyylH3-ZVqzcVqKy8a4eqTAHY4sGgShYQo00T7vgo1o-kLVySkS7LwLpKHHujvGPeJrrTr7ZPE/s2048/4E693035-B7B4-4029-B100-251B9C0C2503.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQFWXbcIwMGACDn81vib8GH3WXyW_RprUDP6SjB2d1WyEPKX9f39GDlgHV-u0GyUq1oGyylH3-ZVqzcVqKy8a4eqTAHY4sGgShYQo00T7vgo1o-kLVySkS7LwLpKHHujvGPeJrrTr7ZPE/s320/4E693035-B7B4-4029-B100-251B9C0C2503.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><em style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.3); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(116, 116, 116); color: #747474; font-family: "Open Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: auto; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">To Our Guests </span></em></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;"></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.3); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(116, 116, 116); color: #747474; font-family: "Open Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 20px; orphans: auto; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: red; font-family: Arial;">In Ancient times there was a prayer for </span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: red; font-family: Arial;">"the stranger within our gates." </span></em></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.3); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(116, 116, 116); font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 20px; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">Because this hotel is a human institution to serve people, and not</span><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span face="Open Sans, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #747474;"> </span></span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">solely a money-making organization, we hope that you will be </span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">granted peace and rest while you are under our roof. </span></em></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">May this room and hotel be your "second home." May those </span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">you love be near you in thoughts and dreams. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;"> Even though </span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">we may not get to know you, we hope that you will be </span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">comfortable and happy as if you were in your own home. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">May the business that brought you our way prosper. </span></p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;"><span style="color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 127, 127);"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /></span></span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">May every call you make and every message you receive add </span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">to your joy. When you leave, may your journey be safe.</span></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.3); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(116, 116, 116); color: #747474; font-family: "Open Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 20px; orphans: auto; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">We are all travelers. From "birth till death" we travel </span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">between the eternities. May these days be pleasant for you, </span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">profitable for society, helpful for those you meet, </span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007f7f; font-family: Arial;">and a joy to those who know and love you best..</span></em></p><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.3); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(116, 116, 116); color: #747474; font-family: "Open Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 20px; orphans: auto; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mGXyyeFofg2LRq2tJAiwOZz7pslg3N-0HuTDckmU6sjAmv2wkOB8tQ4hcdRlGU45SX_Oe1aUDJLZ_fSAbP6PzXWt-3ZVZ32G7HacmkCQ4jwWcLaA546Lr5jI5KAIzWuxNQ-9pA5o_JU/s578/3D4348D0-C1C7-4A9D-BE5C-37517659FB68.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="578" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mGXyyeFofg2LRq2tJAiwOZz7pslg3N-0HuTDckmU6sjAmv2wkOB8tQ4hcdRlGU45SX_Oe1aUDJLZ_fSAbP6PzXWt-3ZVZ32G7HacmkCQ4jwWcLaA546Lr5jI5KAIzWuxNQ-9pA5o_JU/s320/3D4348D0-C1C7-4A9D-BE5C-37517659FB68.jpeg" width="312" /></a></div><br /><p style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.3); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(116, 116, 116); color: #747474; font-family: "Open Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 20px; orphans: auto; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></p><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(116, 116, 116); color: #747474; font-family: "Open Sans", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;">To Our Guests</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;">In Ancient times there was a prayer for </p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;">"the stranger within our gates."</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;">Because this hotel is a human institution to serve people, and not solely a money-making organization, we hope that you will be granted peace and rest while you are under our roof. </p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;">May this room and hotel be your "second home." May those you love be near you in thoughts and dreams. Even though we may not get to know you, we hope that you will be comfortable and happy as if you were in your own home. "Or even happier, and happier still to return at last to your own bed."</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;">May the business that brought you our way prosper. May every call you make and every message you receive add to your joy. When you leave, may your journey be safe.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;">We are all travelers. From "birth till death" we travel between the eternities. May these days be pleasant for you, profitable for society, helpful for those you meet, and a joy to those who know and love you best. </p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;">I must say, there is nothing like returning home and sleeping in my own bed. But when I travel, it's nice to see this prayer as something to provide a little bit of comfort on the road.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;">What do you do when you travel to provide yourself some comfort when away from home?</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 20px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></p></div>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-86584945153677254912021-09-09T15:58:00.002-05:002021-09-09T15:58:56.324-05:00Expected Death<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTMtih6b4YolNIYMVliWF3fq-MbtZn1Lv0QsyIz-Nmav5vqsozSBHA3aeDaqSL3ipaD_30Nf4APj11yxH7IIXvTyn882k65Nd-Dk3L5KLSuafSJoyf1sI2TrRh9g4QlLLeLhMcceyfLE/s640/E331A77A-ADF5-4648-A44A-4C4744800CB7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="257" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTMtih6b4YolNIYMVliWF3fq-MbtZn1Lv0QsyIz-Nmav5vqsozSBHA3aeDaqSL3ipaD_30Nf4APj11yxH7IIXvTyn882k65Nd-Dk3L5KLSuafSJoyf1sI2TrRh9g4QlLLeLhMcceyfLE/s320/E331A77A-ADF5-4648-A44A-4C4744800CB7.jpeg" width="129" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">✨Expected Death ~ When someone dies, the first thing to do is nothing. Don't run out and call the nurse. Don't pick up the phone. Take a deep breath and be present to the magnitude of the moment. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There's a grace to being at the bedside of someone you love as they make their transition out of this world. At the moment they take their last breath, there's an incredible sacredness in the space. The veil between the worlds opens.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We're so unprepared and untrained in how to deal with death that sometimes a kind of panic response kicks in. "They're dead!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We knew they were going to die, so their being dead is not a surprise. It's not a problem to be solved. It's very sad, but it's not cause to panic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If anything, their death is cause to take a deep breath, to stop, and be really present to what's happening. If you're at home, maybe put on the kettle and make a cup of tea.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sit at the bedside and just be present to the experience in the room. What's happening for you? What might be happening for them? What other presences are here that might be supporting them on their way? Tune into all the beauty and magic. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Pausing gives your soul a chance to adjust, because no matter how prepared we are, a death is still a shock. If we kick right into "do" mode, and call 911, or call the hospice, we never get a chance to absorb the enormity of the event.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Give yourself five minutes or 10 minutes, or 15 minutes just to be. You'll never get that time back again if you don't take it now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After that, do the smallest thing you can. Call the one person who needs to be called. Engage whatever systems need to be engaged, but engage them at the very most minimal level. Move really, really, really, slowly, because this is a period where it's easy for body and soul to get separated.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our bodies can gallop forwards, but sometimes our souls haven't caught up. If you have an opportunity to be quiet and be present, take it. Accept and acclimatize and adjust to what's happening. Then, as the train starts rolling, and all the things that happen after a death kick in, you'll be better prepared.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You won't get a chance to catch your breath later on. You need to do it now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Being present in the moments after death is an incredible gift to yourself, it's a gift to the people you're with, and it's a gift to the person who's just died. They're just a hair's breadth away. They're just starting their new journey in the world without a body. If you keep a calm space around their body, and in the room, they're launched in a more beautiful way. It's a service to both sides of the veil.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Credit for the beautiful words ~ Sarah Kerr, Ritual Healing Practitioner and Death Doula , Death doula</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Her original video link is here ~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7mG0ZAym0w</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Beautiful art by Columbus Community Deathcare </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">#alwayswithlove #dying #death</div></div><p> </p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545312739547548402.post-38573932245485578012021-08-07T12:18:00.008-05:002021-08-07T12:18:59.548-05:00Saying Goodbye To Your Parents<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxbsU66JUmGF1o-9UrTVv6ZK6G_BUud7myebaeHFmo_WUAg1Q9AnRFMLjhAPLMkB5ieAFC23x9jBEnDq5cmXHUrvq3Nxw08P2SOmyvW3iASMJnQcPg29Ifc50GKpjx5DGvvCRmY5GX9w/s1354/7F0E74D7-D782-491F-AD3E-C9E9EB783052.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1354" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxbsU66JUmGF1o-9UrTVv6ZK6G_BUud7myebaeHFmo_WUAg1Q9AnRFMLjhAPLMkB5ieAFC23x9jBEnDq5cmXHUrvq3Nxw08P2SOmyvW3iASMJnQcPg29Ifc50GKpjx5DGvvCRmY5GX9w/s320/7F0E74D7-D782-491F-AD3E-C9E9EB783052.jpeg" width="294" /></a></div><br /> When You Say Goodbye To A Parent<p></p><p>You are suddenly living in a whole new world.</p><p>You are no longer ‘the child’ and regardless of how long you have officially been ‘grown up’ for, you realise you actually never were until this moment. The shock of this adjustment will shake your very core.</p><p>When you have finally said goodbye to both your parents, assuming you were lucky enough to have had two. You are an orphan on this earth and that never, ever gets easier to take no matter how old and grey you are yourself and no matter how many children of your own you have.</p><p>You see, a part of your body is physically connected to the people that made it and also a part of your soul. When they no longer live, it is as if you are missing something practical that you need – like a finger or an arm. Because really, you are. You are missing your parent and that is something far more necessary than any limb.</p><p>And yet the connection is so strong it carries on somehow, no-one knows how exactly. But they are there. In some way, shape or form they are still guiding you if you listen closely enough. You can hear the words they would choose to say to you.</p><p>You can feel the warmth of their approval, their smile when a goal is achieved, their all-consuming love filling the air around you when a baby is born they haven’t met.</p><p>If you watch your children very closely you will see that they too have a connection with your parents long after they are gone. They will say things that resonate with you because it brings so many memories of the parent you are missing. They will carry on traits, thoughts and sometimes they will even see them in their dreams.</p><p>This is not something we can explain.</p><p>Love is a very mystical and wondrous entity.</p><p>It is far better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all and grief, grief is the price of that love. The deeper the love the stronger the grief.</p><p>When you say goodbye to a parent, do not forget to connect with that little girl who still lives inside you somewhere.</p><p>Take very good care of her, for she, she will be alone and scared.</p><p>When you say goodbye to your parents, you lose an identity, a place in the world. When the people who put you on this earth are no longer here, it changes everything.</p><p>Look after yourself the way they looked after you and listen out for them when you need it the most.</p><p>They never really leave.</p><p>by Donna Ashworth </p>Simply Jeanariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120822248562127162noreply@blogger.com0