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- Blessings All Around Us
  
  Posted at 11:32 pm by jengarynewadventures, on August 6, 2019
  Stress. Grumble. Grumble. Growl.
  
  Letting the stress of a matter that was out of my control, take Joy from me, was showing. I was growling from the inside out. Dealing with lies and deception, when I prefer to work with people that are honest. Who doesn’t? Makes for a happier day.
  
  Snapping at my husband because I was tired. Tired because I lay at night trying to work out different scenarios. Trying to fix something that seems broken beyond repair. Waking up the next day with a frown growing on my face. Bursting into tears because my daily verse was about HIS strength. Blessings HE gives us. Give this problem to HIM and don’t take it back. Why wouldn’t I just let it go? Put my faith in HIM?
  
  Luke 1:37 For with GOD nothing shall be impossible.
  
  Psalms 62:11 GOD hath spoken once;twice I have heard this;that power belongeth unto GOD.
  
  Psalms 94:19 KJV In the multitude of my thoughts within me THY comforts delight my soul.
  
  Isaiah 41:10 So do not fear, for I am with you;do not be dismayed, for I am your GOD. I will strengthen you and help you;I will uphold you with my righteous hand.
  
  Philipians 4:6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer, and petition, with thanksgiving,present your requests to GOD.
  
  JOY Tapped Me On the Shoulder.
  
  Take a real good look around. That evil issue that sits like a lump will always be a lump. The characters and script will change but it will be going up against A Tall Stack of Blessings.
  
  Joy Showed Me.
  
  Right in front of me, my husband of almost 26 years. Cheerleading me each day. Believing in my dreams. Writer. Author. Genealogy. Farmer. He believes in me. Telling me how proud he is. How Strong I am. The Best Woman For The Job.
  
  JOY Taught Me.
  
  Never stop looking for ways to be a stronger Woman. In my faith. My work. Wonderful family. Friends. Personal time. Enjoy life.
  
  Joy Does Not Leave.
  
  Joy is there when I look back in time. She is there when I look forward, holding signs and saying, “Believe in yourself! Be confidant even if you fall down! Smile and keep going. If the path changes or there is a road block, go around. Your blessings do, because they always follow you!”
  
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  Posted in Blame it on Joy | 0 Comments | Tagged believe, blessings, confidence, faith, God, HIS Strength, Isaiah 41:10, joy, lies, Luke 1:37, Philipians 4:6, Psalms 62:11, Psalms 94:19, Strong Woman, Writer
- Marching In
  
  Posted at 3:18 pm by jengarynewadventures, on June 10, 2019
  Filing My Dreams…
  
  The arena was so large, that to look to the other side, showed how ancient it was. The whole place was brown and dark. The carpet was brown. The seats were dark, old, wooden, fold up chairs. The walls were dark and windowless. The water should have been murky, but you could see to the bottom.
  
  Selecting a seat on the far side of the arena was not my choice. I just knew to sit there. So many empty seats but I walked all the way around to the other side. Even the bag I carried that I sat on the old carpet, was gray and dark.
  
  I looked out in to the deep stagnant water. I heard the people’s cheers. I saw the creature swimming slowly across the bottom of the water. There was no ripple, no sound. Wanting to look away, my eyes were drawn to the edge. I saw her slip in to the water silently. As if from nowhere, the creature swam to her, her fingers reaching to caress it’s side, but swiftly and quietly she was gone. Mouths were open, but silent also. Eyes held an eerie excitement, as if, they wanted to see it happen again.
  
  A man from the crowd slid in to the water, his young son jumped in, creating a small plop in the strange water. I wanted to leave. My side was still empty, an, I knew, standing as I did, watching them perish, I could not help them.
  
  Reaching the dark double doors was not an easy task. At one point I had to crawl across the spot where the girl was taken. The seats were immersed in water and I was filled with fear. My eyes were full of tears and pleads for mercy were escaping my lips. I called for my daughter. Please help.
  
  She appeared from the left hall beyond the doors. She told me I had left my bag and that I had to have it. I would need to go back. Looking at her, I knew she was not my daughter but an ancestor from the past. Short bangs, bobbed thick hair,low slung white dress. She reached her hand to hold mine, looking sweetly, but firmly, in to my eyes.
  
  That bag. I did not believe it even belonged to me? Nor, what was even inside. It was so light. Not full. Why had I not used it better? Why couldn’t I have picked a pretty color? I vowed to do my best. A promise to keep if I got out of this place alive and safe.
  
  Going back was slow and painful, death’s grip constantly praised with cheers.Returning to the doors, I looked to the left hall, then to the right. She was still there, slowly smiling, turning to retreat.
  
  Suddenly, from the right, came a lady dressed in an old brown gown. Maybe, clothes from the 1800’s. She saw the question in my mind and before I could ask what was happening, she whispered in my ear, “The Saints Are Marching In.”
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  Posted in Sorting Dreams | 7 Comments | Tagged blessings, fear, heaven, Hell, right from wrong, Saints Are Marching In, Salvation, Sins, Temptation, trust
- Mrs. Angel
  
  Posted at 6:44 pm by jengarynewadventures, on March 27, 2019
  Bless this little community, Dear Lord, I prayed. I was returning their ad-Needed:Angel.
  
  I pushed the pin back through the paper with a little note at the bottom. It would have been so much simpler if the original ad would have given their phone number. Instead of listing my number, I left my first name.
  
  Walking through the grocery store, I was feeling stronger today. We always stayed together, holding the cart with our hands entwined.
  
  I was having more good days, than bad. I still had my husband to help me heal. His strength an encouragement every day, was a true blessing. He was my best friend through the good an the bad. Time,also, was my friend. I had tried to rush recovery, wanting so badly to go back to my life before the accident.
  
  The morning was gone. We had spent the hours sitting in yet another doctor’s office. We still needed to run errands and get some groceries in the house. I could have lived on applesauce an yogurt, but it had been over a week.
  
  My main thoughts had been to get through the nurse, an her questions, the doctor, an the popular words, “Time is your friend.” I could then conquer my selfish goal of returning the ad to the billboard.
  
  Yesterday, Brad an I had tried to envision me working again. I couldn’t help but cry as we stated the obvious. I could not drive. I could walk in our home, but outside I needed help with my balance. I could not look down or nausea set in. I could not be on the computer or cell phone for longer than a few minutes or I needed to rest. A fall would set me back in every part of recovery. What could I possibly offer these people?
  
  My response was simple. If I was meant to be their angel, nothing would stop this from happening.I was not the person I used to be. The accident I had should have damaged me far more, or worse, taken me from here.
  
  I would not leave my number as I still needed time to heal While we wait, please, let’s all be in prayer. Prayer that we are put nicely in each other’s path’s. The Lord up above will let us know if I am the right angel for the job.
  
  Many blessings, Josephine
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  Posted in Blame it on Joy, Sorting Dreams | 0 Comments | Tagged blessings, heal, Lord, patience, prayer
- Our String of Thankful For’s
  
  Posted at 1:00 pm by jengarynewadventures, on November 30, 2016
  To Give Thanks can be accomplished in different ways. Last year we chose to sit down and write on strips of construction paper what we were thankful for. It was exciting to find them in among our Thanksgiving decorations.
  
  We had listed our Military. That year we did not see our son, who is a Marine, nor did we this year, but both times the phone call was a wonderful blessing we were thankful for. We listed every one’s health and were thankful for another year of good health.
  
  Thankful for many blessings, family members, leaves, trees, pumpkins, nature all around us. Two people in our group were only 2 and 4, but their answers were amazing. Add candles to the list because we had lit candles and prayed before we ate. Thankful for the Thanksgiving Meal and you have their thankful for’s!
  
  A fun one was written by our youngest daughter. Thankful for work, pay, & very much play! Thankful for Jesus and salvation in the Lord by my dad. Amen.
  
  Thankful for the U.S.A. For love, smiles, hope, and laughter. We are Thankful For Blessings Upon Blessings!!!
  
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  Posted in On My Mind | 0 Comments | Tagged blessings, family, Give Thanks, Health, military, Thankful, U.S.A.
- Blessing with flowers
  
  Posted at 12:28 pm by jengarynewadventures, on November 15, 2016
  The men in my family have this unspoken tradition. You could say it is in their genes. My husband began filling my whole house with flowers he picked from my peony, wild rose,and lilac bushes when we first started dating. I worked two jobs at the time and was rarely home, so he snuck extra keys from my parents and placed flowers in every nook and cranny. The house would smell amazing and I relaxed and fell in love. He has pulled the car over abruptly and ran between traffic to pull up wild flowers. Walking over to my window and handing me flowers that are considered weeds by many. That are lost among the hustle-bustle of all of us zooming by in our cars trying to get back and forth in our daily lives, choking them with exhaust fumes and dust.
  
  Skip ahead a few years to 1996. Our son is born, then he is about 2 1/2 and he walks over with a clover he plucked from the yard and looks up at me. I exclaim with lots of loving thank-you’s and a lot of kisses on his curly head. He is silent as he looks at my open palm, placing the clover inside my hand. He turns and walks away. The beautiful part of this story is this happened all the time as he was growing up. The extra bonus gift was little rocks! He was the one who added these to the bouquet of love. I have them in my jewelry box, china cabinet, and some in a glass bowl with a very special flower he bought for me to wear when he was earning the title of a United States Marine. His flower giving did not end there. When he comes back home, or we are in Florida on vacation with him, he picks me random flowers. Walks over, placing them in my hands, I give him a big hug and kiss, and he walks slowly on.
  
  Today, when I am playing outside with the grandkids, this little man will walk over and look up at me with those same familiar serious brown eyes, holding flowers out to place in my hand. My heart squeezes so hard, and I smile and kiss him on his curly head. He turns and quietly walks away. I look down at pretty delicate hand-picked flowers and curiously, he somehow has placed a little rock inside.
  
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  Posted in On My Mind | 4 Comments | Tagged blessings, flowers, gift, Grandsons, husband, love, rocks, son, Thoughtful
- Running Along a Creek
  
  Posted at 12:06 pm by jengarynewadventures, on October 28, 2016
  Creeks are so fascinating, whether you are walking beside it, or in the Creek Bed, itself. We have loved to explore them through the years with our children, and together.
  
  If you are patient and quiet, you are taken to your own serene otherworld. Away from daily tasks and stressful moments.
  
  Walk slowly and carefully so as not to disturb the slight amount of water and you could be surprised as to what you see! Little fish, crawfish or crayfish, which ever you were raised as a kid to call them, snakes, toads, snails, or frogs.
  
  As you scroll down through the pictures, please appreciate the tiny different colored blooms we found. As we are in such a fast-paced world anymore, we might just walk or drive past these little beauties.
  
  Make time, and then take time, to relax on the weekend or during the week. Please share with us, a peaceful little area you have discovered.
  
  Ecclesiastes 3:11 He has made everything beautiful in its time.
  
  Psalms 104:24 O Lord, how manifold are Your works! In wisdom have you made them all;the earth is full of your creatures.
  
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  Posted in On My Mind | 0 Comments | Tagged blessings, Country, Creek, Creek Bed, Discover, Ecclesiastes, flowers, Psalms, relax, Running Water, Serene, Streams, time
- Eye”OPEN” Experience
  
  Posted at 11:13 pm by jengarynewadventures, on June 6, 2016
  Literally, an eye open experience,and I laugh. Ha. Hahahaaaaa. Last Thursday, I had Lasik Surgery. I was in a cold surgery room for about 15 minutes with my eyes pried wide open, (thus,the title) numbed with drops, bright lights, and a laser, no scalpel. Loden Vision,THANK YOU! I loved the whole experience!
  
  I start at the beginning. My husband gave me this wonderful gift of sight. He began saving money and set the whole procedure up. From a complete eye exam, to a meet and greet with the doctor performing the surgery, to surgery itself. Followups for a year….
  
  I enjoy getting my eyes examined. I work hard to be honest when they are asking questions such as, Can you see 1 better than 2? Is 4 better or 3? Our first setback was rather small, but it meant pushing my surgery date further in to the future by a week. My eyes were very dry, so I could not give honest answers to 1 or 2 or 3 or 4. Dry eye happens as you age,yay! (If you have perfect eyesight,you don’t know what I am talking about with the numbers,happy for you!)
  
  I am happy for you,but I have secretly been so very jealous of you when you can just get up, not have to search for your glasses,and clean fingerprints off the lens over and over, see everything close and far,get out of the pool and know where your table is and sit down with the right family. Now I am happy for you and Me, I can see!
  
  Anyway, the morning of the surgery I was too excited to be nervous. I was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I was up and going when they barely had my full name out.
  
  They took me back to a row of way comfy chairs. They asked if I was nervous,if I would like valium? No, thank you. Ibuprofen, 800 milligrams? No. I was given a wristband,asked to say my name. Paper booties on my shoes and paper cap on my head. Gauze pads taped on my temples to catch any fluids from the drops during surgery. I am sure I was a real beauty.
  
  What really stands out to me the most? As the nurse comes over to ask me to go in to the surgery room, she says to take off my glasses,just leave them on the table. I took them off and realized this was really happening. I was leaving about 40 years of wearing glasses on a table and walking away.
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  Posted in On My Mind | 0 Comments | Tagged blessings, future, life, strength, Tennessee
- Father’s Day
  
  Posted at 11:21 am by jengarynewadventures, on June 22, 2015
  What better way to have spent Father’s Day than to feed them! I cooked cube steak slowly in the oven all day with cream of celery,sliced mushrooms,sliced garlic,whole milk, and pepper. Then I slowly cooked frozen (should have bought fresh)green beans,red potatoes,and onions together. Grands biscuits (I can not for anything make a biscuit rise higher than half an inch!)went in the oven last and the smells all mingled so nicely.
  
  But really the laughter,conversation, the smiles and the thank you’s for this wonderful meal reminded me how truly blessed I am. My dad is 77,my husband 47,(he would say about now that I am 3 months older than him),and we spent a Great Father’s Day happily together.
  
  To be fair! They both had just been goofing off and making funny faces and I made them behave,calm down, and smile for the camera!
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- A Song Shared From My Daughter
  
  Posted at 12:32 pm by jengarynewadventures, on June 11, 2015
  Emeli Sande’-Next To Me is written on a little torn scrap of paper.
  
  I keep it in the bathroom, almost in the shower,where I can see it even with my glasses off.
  
  Our second daughter gave it to me when she was having a hard time. Even though she was struggling to pull through something, she knew she was giving me heartache.
  
  I tried to act tough, not show any tears, but she knew. She knew I needed a little something to hold on to…..And I do not mean that little bit of paper.
  
  She was so excited when she pressed it in my hand. I looked down and smiled. She, now fully grown with a child, had written it in pink crayon.
  
  Just the name, Just the title. Just Emeli Sande’-Next to Me
  
  When I listened to it with her, I again appeared strong, but the tears finally showed up.
  
  But when I looked at her, I realized that is exactly what she needed to see, and what I needed to do.
  
  I can not fix my children’s problems. I can not literally pull them through their struggles. But she showed me I can break down, cry, and then pray so hard for as long as I am able.
  
  She reminded me that He is always Next to Me. I am the mom. I am of strong character, tough personality, but it is just fine to show that I need allow the weakness that allows me to accept the strength that is always beside me.
  
  This song means something different to others perhaps, but to me it meant that she was going to make it through the twisted, rutted path she had chose. It meant we were going to walk it together,but we were not alone.
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- A Different View Than You
  
  Posted at 2:07 pm by jengarynewadventures, on May 28, 2015
  This title may make someone think I am going to bring up a touchy subject. No, and I smile. I was just able to spend some time in a wheelchair over the Memorial Day weekend. This is where I discovered the different views we have between sitting on a bench, in a wheelchair, and standing to view people all around us. And, did I have one of the best places to do this at. Disney World! Magic Kingdom! Animal Kingdom and Hollywood Studios!
  
  For the past few months, I have really been struggling with Plantar Fasciitis in my right foot. For awhile, I woke up each morning really expecting it to be healed. How naive. I am not old, but nor am I young. So I half-heartedly began icing my foot and stretching out my whole body. I resisted sitting down with my leg up. I refused to take an ibuprofen.
  
  Because I was stubborn, I had to wear strong, clunky tennis shoes instead of glittery pretty sandals with my dresses and skirts. I had to be wheeled around at all the major theme parks by my husband. But to top it all off and what made me cry…. We were asked to meet our Marine. Our son for a fast paced, fun adventure in Florida and his Momma was not able to keep up. (I always keep up. I think I have always set a fast pace, weaving in and out of people, the family following like my ducklings).
  
  I found myself wanting to wear a grumpy shirt,ha ha, and realizing I did this to not only myself, but to my husband and son. So, as I first sat down, and felt sweet relief, I also saw them smile at me. They did not want to see me suffering. They did not have selfish thoughts of running ahead, leaving me behind while they rode rides.
  
  It was a different experience and brought on a lot of laughs. I saw the wall a few times. But my husband was only joking, and would turn me around. I saw a lot of bottoms, and more pulling and adjusting than what I knew went on. I did not know a stretched, sore neck would happen, but I like to see my boys as I talk to them. I have to say, I really saw a lot more than this. I saw, at a more relaxed pace than anyone, people laughing, children with painted faces, hugs, hand holding, families getting tired, flower blooms, ducks and birds.
  
  And then, I saw Walt Disney’s signs! I saw and read his vision. I strolled down Main Street with him. I tasted the flavors. I heard the laughter and excited banter. A different slower pace for me. Maybe not a different view than what others saw. My view is rated 5 stars. A wonder. A blessing!
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