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Thankful!

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Stealing this from my Mini-me because it says it all#TRAVELJUNKIe



December 1, 2017 #THANKFUL On October 3, 1863 a Proclamation from the President of the United States of America was sent out wherein Abraham Lincoln’s established Thanksgiving day as a federal holiday… “The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God…….I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in th…

#traveljunkie

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Enjoy this post from my middle child (and mini-me): Madrid Throwback

Wanderlust

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Wouldn't it be fabulous if home educators could receive the same tax payer funding as the public school system? With that kind of money per child, we could go to Egypt, Greece, and Rome while studying Ancient Civilizations. Since it was always more of a daydream than a possibility, we visited those places in our imagination with the help of living books (lots and lots of books) and internet resources. It definitely spurred a wanderlust in all of my children.

I think they also an inherited the travel gene from my Dad's side of the family.  As a teenager, his father took an unexpected journey as a stowaway on a slow boat to China (literally), which eventually led to a career in Aruba, where my father was born.  As an adult, my dad joined the military and raised his family all across the USA, with 4 year stint in Okinawa.

I once counted that I had attended 16 different schools before finishing high school. Don't ask me to recreate that count. My memory isn't what it used …

She's Alive

That's right folks, I am still kicking. Just not blogging. Because, you know, LIFE. It happens. And lots of activity is happening around here lately. No clue where to begin!  


Let's see. About a month ago I was complaining to God (as unfortunately is my habit) that I am restless, bored, and dissatisfied with my state in life. Can't a girl have some time to herself?  Since I recently had a 15 day adventure (that's a post in itself), I knew that wasn't a valid desire.  I remembered Mother Teresa saying "if we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other."  I read (somewhere) she once told one of her sisters that if she was dissatisfied, it must be that she was holding something back from God. So I asked what I was supposed to be doing, instead of daydreaming about how I would spend my free time (if it were up to me). 
BAM! It certainly didn't take long to learn the answer.  Since that prayer we have been flooded with opportu…

You Must Be Catholic

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Reposting this from ages ago. Because I felt like it.
You must be Catholic or madly in love,” said the gas station attendant as I escorted 7 sleepy children past the candy isle to the restroom. It was 2:00 am and we were only halfway to our destination. “Both,” I replied with a wink and a grin. It was a pleasant change from the stale comments I usually get from strangers in public places:
“Don’t you know what causes that?”
            Duh- yeah, I think we’ve perfected it.
“Haven’t you got a TV?”
            Yes, we have a TV. But we have an even better marriage.


But this nameless gentleman at the Quick Stop was right on the money. I am very much enamoured with my husband and my Catholic faith, because both are teaching me how to live richly in the fullness of love.


How I wish those lessons had been well received earlier in life!  You see, at the rebellious know it all age  tender young age of 16, I was well versed in the pop culture version of counterfeit love and feminism.  I knew how to…