I Found A Lovely Route To Take As An Alternative Route To My New Residence. It Is Like Driving Through A Scenic Metro Park For A Portion Of The Ride.

My sister-in-law and I stumbled upon this driving direction when heading back from Atlanta to view the rental and drop off the lease application a few weeks ago. I felt like we were driving through one of the metro parks back home in Ohio. Reminded us both like the metro park shortcut while driving to South Euclid/Beachwood/University Height's area. I stumbled on this direction via gps the other day while taking some of my belongings to the new place. Winding at times country scenic road with greenery on both sides then there comes this point in which both sides of the road you see a lake. I noticed tucked away somewhere there is a boat ramp where boaters might launch their boat into the water. Reminded me a bit of the boat ramp I stumbled upon while living in Flowery Branch, GA by Lake Lanier way out in Gainesville that is. I stumbled upon that one day after attending Free Chapel and stopping by a great Asian restaurant for lunch afterward. I inquired if there was a way to get to the lake. It was literally almost down the street from the restaurant. I discovered a peaceful place where I could park my car in the parking lot and write in my journal. It was interesting too to see fishermen launching their boats into the water via the ramp and also bringing them back out of the water. Seems like a lot of work when having to resort to this measure to be able to go on the lake to fish. Maybe that is because I am not a fisher of fish but if there is an opportunity to share the gospel with one or two or more then I guess you could call me the proverbial phrase of "fisher of men."

This new place where I will reside has peace all about it. Finally, not having to deal with other people's noises and problems they tend to try and dump on you just because you happen to be in close proximity to where they reside also. I could care less about having access to a swimming pool that is right across from my rental unit now. The view is lovely, and I have shared that with you all before but the loud party noises and just plain rudeness of people in general that do not seem to realize they are sharing noise space with a whole lot more people than their small group only. I am fine with giving this up. Sometimes it just may be worth driving a distance more to get away from the city and enjoy the sounds, scents of a bit more rural setting. All along for the last few years now Holy Spirit would have me go on an adventure for the day to the region I am actually moving to now. He knew all along the time and purpose of this move. Seasons are changing in my life and what better time to change when the actual season change on the calendar coincides with it. My mom died @ exactly 8PM on the clock when I looked up when she drew her last breath here on earth and I like to say her first in heaven. Eight is the number that represents new beginnings and while I sat with my mother the night before she went to be with Jesus, I shared with her that I was going to be moving.

Well, I signed up for a woman's conference and already paid for it in Nashville in May. I suppose I will still need to attend since I purchased the ticket, and a friend of mine is coming in for the same event. I told her when we both purchased our tickets that back then I was planning on not renewing my lease and I would be living somewhere, and she would have a room to stay in when she came to TN. Maybe I was speaking a bit prophetic back then and calling forth things as though they are when they were not in the natural at the time. This very friend is planning on coming to TN to help me move on moving weekend. Both of my children said they would come and help me, but I think that is a bit too much since they were very active in being with my mother when she was in the hospital and through her dying also. I am fine. I keep packing up and I even took some of my things to the new place the other day. I have the mover and off I go so to speak into the beautiful lake sunset or should I say sunrise of my new season/beginning in my life.

Love just may bloom for me while I live out there. I know there are places I can go to the beach, and I have a yard again. Not only to sit in the sun reading a book in privacy but actually being able to get a suntan while sitting in the yard. Simple things give me peace of mind. I transported all my patio plants to the deck of the new place. I will get to grill on the patio again. I told you that simple things like that make me at peace. I am not a high maintenance person per say but I still do like finer things in life too. Country setting along with the comforts and niceties of fine life blended together I tend to like. I think I drove past a vegetable stand that is probably open when that season is here.

My nephew did in fact name the fried bologna sandwich after me @ Kings Island. My niece showed me a picture of it on the menu when they went and visited recently. This is kind of funny apparently people keep asking why there is a typo on the sandwich board meaning it shows KL and they think it should show KI for Kings Island. Isn't that funny? Family shared that little quirk story with me.

Planning still the celebration of life mass/luncheon/burial of cremains for March. One of my children is transporting Ohio memory items for us to display at her service. They will stop by at my new place to pick me up and we will drive together to Ohio. Busy month for me, moving then time in Ohio. I know people tend to expect tears and sadness at an event like this, but I have moments now and then like when I wear a piece of my mother's jewelry given to me or I find a note she left me tucked away somewhere or even a card and it brings that moment of not being able to pick up the phone and call her or drive to go and visit her. Just the same I find myself driving somewhere and when I look into the vast sky, I think Mom you are at a much better place than what our world is in now and we will meet again for all eternity. That is what matters in life where you will choose to be for all eternity heaven or hell. You better think really hard and serious on this choice you decide to make while you are still alive. No indulgences of the church or even prays prayed by those left behind can get you out of hell for all eternity if you did not choose Jesus and heaven for all eternity. I saw a section of an interview with Charisma News and Mario Murillo. He spoke of 2 people that are known as prophets and how they are talking jibber jabber-ish stuff and claiming things like pudding ponds in heaven. I understand where he is basing this on because it is not biblical backed. I find that when Holy Spirit cautions me to stay away from certain ministers/ministries it is for a reason that is a sound one. May not know the particulars in that very moment but eventually it all gets exposed. One of those very prophets he spoke of used to come into the region to a local church. I went once and found what they had to share was not fresh manna from heaven but just something they shared before and I gleaned nothing from that meeting. From that moment on when I would come across a video clip and just hearing the sound of their voice sounded to me like nails on a chalkboard and when that happens, I know to stay away and that is exactly what I did. I think they were here last year sometime at that local church. The other prophet he mentioned I saw or tried to watch a video clip of them and the same thing. See, Holy Spirit does speak to His people and however He speaks to you He lets you know to stay away. The truth is always exposed when light penetrates the atmosphere. Be very cautious to who you allow to speak into your life/atmosphere. Sounds like a learned lesson to teach others on so as to not go down that destructive path.

How come there are not a lot of books out there being written on lessons learned the hard way, so you don't have to go down the same trail they went down while learning the lesson. Sometimes that is good to have that insight but other times it is good to experience it for yourself so as to remind you when in similar situations to not make that choice again. Known as lesson learned the hard way. If you should happen to attend my mother's celebration of life and do not see me crying uncontrollably it is because she is walking on streets of gold now and I know that because Holy Spirit had us anoint the bottoms of her feet because she was being prepared down here to walk on streets of gold, there in heaven. My mother will have a few songs played at her mass by a local Croatian combo and we are trying to arrange her love of Croatian music to have another Croatian group play at her luncheon. If that doesn't work out, then the next best thing is playing at the luncheon Croatian CDs she loved.

People are reaching out to us sharing how our mother touched their life. She was quite the encourager to others and had a beautiful way of sharing that in the form or words written in a card or email and conversations she had with them. I would guess that is where I get my passion for writing to share with others via a card, note or the blog or words spoken/prayed with others. My mother was love personified and love personified will be reflected in the celebration of her life well lived here on earth. Looking forward to seeing friends/family from going back to even our childhood connections. There are great memories each time that pop up in my mind when speaking with some of these connections recently. All known under the category or good/sweet, memories and that is what life is all about here on earth and then the greater story begins there in heaven.

One more thought. While reading Jeff Jansen's book I stumbled upon a few typo errors. Do you think I may have missed my calling in one extent to be a proofreader. Even in death it seems to be you cannot escape typo errors already published in a book. If Jeff were here still on earth, I would say Jeff it is not about typo errors, it is about the content of the book written by you and I loved reading your testimony in the book too. I am gleaning from a book written by an author that it has not been quite even a year later they were buried at a cemetery, and he is speaking life to me and encouragement to go forth in ministry God has called me to via words he penned while he was living here on earth and now glory bound for all eternity. Imagine that!

Here's the sandwich I mentioned.

Do you like the new picture frame I purchased for my father's portrait?

 It gives a softer/lighter look to the pastel portrait. This is very old in years, and it amazed me when they placed it into the new frame and the original paper it was done on, and the pastels are still preserved. How do I know, because I ran my finger across some of the blue pastel and it went on my finger. The old frame oddly enough still has a part of my father's imprint image on the material that was placed behind the portrait while in the frame.