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Pit Dweller

"Get Out of That Pit" by Beth Moore
Beth Moore wrote this book recently to an audience that is either in a pit, or a former pit dweller. Beth defines a pit as any place you are are trapped; and the ways to identify when you are in one, is when you feel stuck, you cannot stand up, or you've lost vision. She writes that there are 3 ways to fall in a pit: when you're thrown in, when you slip in, and when you jump in. A pit can be an addiction, an abusive relationship, past abuse to us, a fear. There are three ways to get out of a pit and that is to cry out to God, and many people can never get past this point because of pride, also to confess, and to consent. Beth Moore has a writing style that not only gets your attention, but she easily explains things to a non-academic reading audience. This book was a fast read for me, it seemed rather bland though after having just read "Those Who Saved Us" by Jenna Blum.


Quiet, stillness, and solitude for some people is frightening, maybe they are afraid to be alone, maybe they are afraid to be alone in their own thoughts, maybe their imaginations run rampant. For me quiet, stillness, and solitude is like soothing medicine, I have to have it, no television, no radio, no sounds if that is possible, only the sound of my breathing, or the hum of the air conditioner, or computer. I know some people that have to have the television on all day, for the sake of noise, maybe so they will feel as though someone else is with them. If I can have a day that is quiet, reflective, I am re-charged and ready to face life's obstacles and stresses. Maybe some would think I am reclusive, I love people, love to laugh and loudly, but I also love to be in my own thoughts and am quite contented to be by myself.

"solitude is a party I invite myself to."
author unknown to me

A Tribute

This will be my first Mother's Day without my mother, the past twelve Mother's Day's have been said though, because it was in 1996 that she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. It has been such a very long time since I was "mothered" by my mother. I know that this Sunday will be a sad day, but I will be with my own children, grandchildren, husband and dad, this will cushion my emotions. During all of those years that mother was sick I was so "into the moment" of what was going on, the trauma and grief of this hideous disease, and then with each further descent into the stages of this disease there was more trauma and grief. During this period of time I did not think about my wonderful past memories of mother; although now after her death I think of them often. Mother could bake the best, melt in your mouth chocolate cream pie, with meringue topping. She always baked her pie crusts from scratch. She had a large, old, cast iron skillet that she would bake …

Andrew Murray

Andrew Murray born in Scotland 9 May 1828, and died at age 88, on 18 January 1917. He was a South African writer of 240 books, educationist and Christian pastor. I recently read the book "Humility-The Journey Toward Holiness", written in 1895 by Andrew Murray. This book is a diminutive size book, but a dynamic book for any Christian that is wanting to deepen their Christian growth.
The word humility is the defining characteristic of an unpretentious and modest person, someone who does not think that she is better or more important than others. From the Latin word humilis, meaning low, or from the earth. Wikipedia.

"If every fool wore a crown, we should all be kings." Welsh Proverb
"It is always the secure that are humble." G K Chesterton
"Don't talk about yourself; it will be done when you leave." Wilson Mizner
"Nobody stands taller than those willing to be corrected." William Safire
"The man who thinks he can live with out others…

A Poem of Childhood

"Childhood" "HOW I could see through and through you! So unconscious, tender, kind, More than ever was known to you Of the pure ways of your mind. We who long to rest from strife Labour sternly as a duty; But a magic in your life Charms, unknowing of its beauty. We are pools whose depths are told; You are like a mystic fountain, Issuing ever pure and cold From the hollows of the mountain. We are men by anguish taught To distinguish false from true; Higher wisdom we have not; But a joy within guides you." George William (A.E.) Russell


I am adding a new addition to this blog, this addition will be memoirs from the life of my dad. I have entitled it Sonny, because that is his childhood nickname, a reluctant nickname (aren't most nicknames disliked). My dad told me his mother had wanted a son, and to name him Sonny, it was an endearing name for her, but a thorn for my dad for most of his life, now I'm sure he misses his mother calling him that.
Today a country music legend died, Eddy Arnold; he is the singer for the well known song, "Make the World Go Away." In the Spring of 1943 my dad was sitting on his duffle bag at Union Station in St. Louis, MO., he had just been home on furlough to Houston, and he was on his way back to Camp McCoy, Wisconsin, where soon afterwards he would be transfered to Armagh, Northern Ireland. Sitting across from dad at the train station was a young man about my dads age, they noticed each other, even though there were many other service members and people around, this you…