A Trip to Kentucky!

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IMG_6429Well, well, well. What I want to know is why we only do a post when something exciting happens??!! Because something exciting happens! This time, it was a trip to Kentucky to see the Ark Encounter and Creation Museum, both divisions of Answers in Genesis. We took a IMG_6437stop on the way for a few days at the Cliftons in WV, which put us closer to KY by about 4-5 hours depending upon whether or not we took any stops. We left at around 3-4am in the morning and were at the Ark at 8:40am.

By the time we got our green IMG_6585bands and took the bus to the Ark, it was right at 9:00, opening time. Now, looking back, we realized we could have spent the morning at the house and left a bit later, but no big deal. It only took us around three hours to go through the whole thing and we were waiting around until threeIMG_6586 for the hotel to give us our rooms. So we decided while we were waiting, why not find a Golden Corral and get some dinner? So we did! By the time we had eaten our fill and walked out, the hotel was ready. We checked in and both Christina and I (Jordon) crashed!! The rest either went to Wal-Mart or IMG_6730watched a movie we’ve seen…too many times!

(Oh, did I mention it poured on us while we were on the way out of the Ark? We felt like we were really headed the wrong way!!)

We had heard that the CreationKIMG0121 Museum takes about 7 hours to go through. But that, we were to find out, was just for abnormal people. People who go through and read every sign and watch every show. What with the loads ofIMG_6843 people in the museum and it being hard to stay in one spot without the people behind you wanting you to keep moving, we finished in about 4-5 hours.

The plan was to go back to the hotel and spend the night, leave in the morning and hit WV once more on the way back. Oh and did IMG_6737I mention that we had free tickets to the mini golf next door? Since it was next door to the hotel, I guess they had some kind of arrangement to allow the guests to golf for free. We had planned to take advantage of that, but suffice it to say that plans changed a bit. Corissa has a back IMG_6741difficulty and she was complaining that it was more painful than normal. So we headed back to WV.

By Saturday, we were back on IMG_6794the road again, and this time headed home. And as I said several times to the family and others, Vacations are all well and good, but there’s no place like home!

Always Room for More!

Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!

-Psalms 133:1

 

IMG_0265Last week, we took on a project to make some extra space for storage. You know how it is when you have all this stuff that you want to keep but just don’t know where to put it? You know, the stuff that can be passed down to the next generation, and you really want to save as much as is possible but the place to put it is….where? Well, for about two or three years now, most of our storage has been jammed into two or three rooms. Rooms that are so packed full that you can’t even open the door. Yeah, it was pretty bad!

We decidIMG_0144ed it was time to put an end to that problem! So as a team, we went out to one of our dog barns that we have that had been in its previous life, a chicken barn. Whew! It was a mess! I’m sure by the time we had finished with it, it had breathed a sigh of relief. That is, till it found out what it would now be doing! Besides two deep chest freezers and about four upright refridgerators, it also now hosts all the storage from all theIMG_0234 rooms previously mentioned. I could just hear the floor joists groaning! Not to mention the fact that it became a dual purpose barn. Not only is it storage, but it’s split side is now a whelping barn for our growing puppy breeding business. However, I am getting ahead of myself.

As a former chicken barn, it had accommodations for laying hens, the barn including three rooms for the purpose of raising hens. The innermost room was equipped with a broodIMG_0278er for raising the young chickens. From there they move to the slightly larger room with a small yard until they begin laying. After that, they are ingratiated with the large flock of laying hens and commence their first lessons on pecking order. Which by the way, can be rather severe!

So, the aforementioned brooder and all the egg IMG_0245nesting boxes had to be removed. After that, one of the walls had to be taken down and all the air vents we had left on the building had to be covered over. It took us about two days to get it all cleaned up and functional and we still aren’t quite finished but it’s much better than it was!

Humors Balance

IN EVERY ENCOUNTER
WE EITHER GIVE LIFE
OR WE DRAIN IT;
THERE IS NO NEUTRAL EXCHANGE

-Brennan Manning

 

Words are a powerful motivator. The apostle James describes the tongue as the following, “..a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the toungue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell…..Therewith bless we God, even the father; and therewith curse we men, which are made after the similtude of God. Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be.”

-James 3:6 & 9-10

In essence, our words have the power to either give life, or take it away. I confess, I too struggle with the desire to be the wittiest guy in the group, but is that right? No. That is a desire based completely off of pride and selfishness, two attitudes which God detests. When we jest, tease, cap, slam, however you wish to call it, we are hurting another person with our words. No matter what way we justify it, it is still wrong. Even if the recipient slaps a “I-don’t-care” expression on their face or even laughs at what you have said, deep inside there is a hurt they are trying to hide. A hurt you have just caused. Why would we deliberately try to go around hurting others? A sobering thought is this. Your words can never ever be taken back. No matter how much you may apologize, the damage has been done and it is permanent.

As I write this, I have three fingers pointed right back at me. I have been often guilty of making a rude comment which has been sugarcoated to look like I was just kidding the person but deep down, there is a heart issue that that comment has sprung from. Often I will make a comment that has been twisted slightly and made to look like I am joking, when in reality, I am making the comment as a direct attack on a person. I have heard the saying before that every jest has a hint of truth to it. And it is true.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I am not saying that all humor is wrong. There is a fine line between humor and ripping a persons self esteem up in the name of humor. This is what I would call “humors balance.” The most helpful advice I have heard is to try out a comment on yourself to see how well you would like it before using it on others. If it eats at you, It’ll eat at them.

So what am I saying here? Where am I going with this? The point is something that God has been pressing me with recently. That I need to measure my words. That I need to be careful with what I say and how I say it. Because like I said earlier, words are powerful. Jesus came to this earth to set an example for us to follow. Look at the way he lived his life. The words that he said and the way he lived paves the way for us. We must strive to live in his example.

For those of you who also struggle with this, know you are not alone. But it is something we have to come to a decision on. Are we going to continue to tear each other down in any form or will we decide to build one another up like Jesus did? The choice is yours.

“But let your communication be, Yea, yea; Nay, nay: for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil. “

-Matthew 5:37

The Rest of the Story

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Hmmm… where was I? Oh yes….

After the Clifton’s told us for sure they were coming again, it was time to celebrate! (and get the house ready again.) Jordon was given the task of painting the downstairs a brighter hue (because we needed a cheery color to replace the hunter green, that really was too dark for a basement anyway.) The Clifton’s also told  us they had purchased a out of state license so we knew they weren’t backing out on this one. 😉
A couple of days before we were to expect the Clifton’s, my throat started to hurt. I thought it was the cornbread that we had eaten for breakfast that had irritated it but, I didn’t know. Nobody at the F.E.W had a sore throat that I knew of, and I didn’t think it would show up so late afterwards. Had I asked around I would have found out that I wasn’t the only one. I started gurgling with salt water, but wasn’t faithful enough, so it gradually got worse.
(Yes, this is where everybody starts to say,  Oh no! and realizes what’s going to happen.) 🙂
Wednesday around 4:00 the Clifton’s showed up, and Daddy took them outside right away to show them the places they would be hunting tomorrow morning. Esther and us girls retreated to the downstairs, and Aunt Anita and Mama talked in the kitchen. Downstairs I gave her a necklace I had made (Which Esther promptly put on.) and we had a rather interesting conversation, (which if you know anything about woman, they tend to jump from one subject to the next, which is what we did!) 🙂

Finally after a awhile of that we decided that the guys upstairs were probably wondering where we were and what was going on, so we took ourselves upstairs to where they were trying to figure out what to have for dinner, and sneaking Aunt Anita’s cookies out of the bin. Esther then gave Jeremy a much needed haircut, and it was after that time that we got hungry. IMG_5194 It finally was decided that the ladies needed to go out and purchase needed items, ( involving a toothbrush for Noah who had forgot his.) (Mmm-hmm, Noah.) 🙂 and that the guys would go get pizza from someplace while we were out. That is basically what happened too, Aunt Anita, Esther, Corissa, Hope and I went out to Walmart, and choice menfolk got the pizza.
After pizza Uncle Tim gave the devotion, from Deuteronomy.
We stayed up pretty late that night, (although we kept telling each other that we needed to get to bed.) And I don’t know who started it because I walked in on the middle of it, but someone made up a game that if someone threw a couch pillow at you, you had to name something you liked and throw it to someone else. That went on for awhile and then Aunt Anita got us to go to bed saying that the guys had to get up early tomorrow to hunt. Thus ended the first day.

 

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The next morning was Thanksgiving and I heard the guys all get up, so I got up too because I knew Mama would need help with the cooking for the meal later, knowing that she always gets up extra early on Thanksgiving. After the guys all left I started to get going on the roll dough for later, when Aunt Anita and Uncle Tim got up. Aunt Anita asked if Mama was up and I said she was, and that she is probably doing her devotion, and then she wanted to know if we needed any help. I told her I was just going to make the dough for my rolls and put it in the fridge and that Mama was probably going to need help later. That’s when Uncle Tim got up asking if the guys had left yet, and then upon finding out what I was doing, set out to entertain me until I was done. 🙂 After awhile I told him it was going to take me some time to make the dough so he went back to bed, while Aunt Anita stayed around and told me a story about Seth putting her car keys in a light socket at church when he was just a youngster.  I responded to her story  with one about my Daddy, and told her that Seth sounded a lot like our Jonathan. After awhile she went back to her room and Mama came out and we really started cooking. 🙂
(I just realized if I keep giving all my readers a minute by minute, hour by hour, and day by day account of the time with the Clifton’s that I’ll never be able to fit Thanksgiving and the trip up their into one post!!! Maybe I need to start writing shorthand!! )

 

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After devotion, (Daddy did it in the morning, Uncle Tim in the evening.) Uncle Tim took us to Dicks Sporting Goods,( which claimed on the internet to be open, but wasn’t-) and we had a hillarouis scene infront of the store as Uncle Tim went up to the doors and after placing his hands on the closed glass, groaned very loudly, “OH NO!!!!” Esther told Jordon, Noah and I to just ignore him and while we were pretending to not know him, he ran to the car and drove away. 🙂 After he circled back around and stopped at the curb, we all climbed in, but not before I saw several people in the Martin’s parking lot looking at us strangely!
  We ended up going to Walmart to get what he needed ( Some air bake pans were on the list, so that Aunt Anita could show me how to make her cookies.) and at the cash register he tried to talk to the lady about Jesus but she wasn’t very responsive and asked if Uncle Tim had had his meds yet today. Looking back on that I wish we had spoken up for him instead of being uncomfortably silent and just laughing it off.  Jesus means the world to me, and I should want the world to know it, instead of being uncertain and silent. You can’t always just be a silent witness, you sometimes have to come out and share. I thank God that Uncle Tim had the courage to say something, even though he was laughed at.

 

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The rest of the day progressed like this; We had Grandma over and ate our Thanksgiving dinner……played games….had devotion…….Uncle Tim sang to us…. and I finally said something to Mama about my throat which resulted in almost everybody looking down my throat and everybody else’s (who now came out saying that their throat had been hurting them too.) As a result we looked up what would cause white spots in your throat and swollen tonsils and found that the best thing to do is just gurgle. So everybody started gurgling!!!

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IMG_5237Friday was shopping day and all us ladies went out to thrift stores!!! The Clifton’s were able to get some nice clothes as well as all the Johnson ladies. We also had some choice items needed at Wegman’s and Walmart so it was dark before we were able to get home. Seth and Jordon pitched together to make the meal which was simple enough, ( Just leftover casserole made of mashed potatoes, turkey, stuffing and gravy) but it certainly didn’t sound simple when they called us on the phone for directions. Seth was Jordon, and Jordon was Seth (according to them) and Esther and I couldn’t distinguish their voices  over the phone. (In fact I think I still am confused!!) I got a little irritated with them, but they sure got a kick out of it, so I’m glad we gave them the pleasure, I suppose!! 🙂 
The evening ended as we all gurgled and then went to bed, even though everytime Esther and us girls went to bed, Esther and I never really did go to sleep right away, the girls would usually fall asleep while I talked and Esther listened, or Esther talked and I listened. Either way we still stayed up into the wee hours of the morning!!!
Saturday we had all decided to match since we had gotten white and blue striped shirts at the thrift store the day before. So after I washed a shirt for Corissa, we all wore stripes!! (Which Jordon, Noah and Seth now claim is our prison picture.)IMG_5263

This was also the day that Aunt Anita showed me how to make her chocolate chip cookies, so that took up a good portion of the day. The kitchen was pretty crowded with everyone trying to eat the cookie dough. Uncle Tim also insisted on showing me how to make a nicely rounded cookie, so he came in and took two of the cookie scoops off, and then proceeded to drop the biggest scoop of cookie dough I’ve ever seen onto the air bake pan. I clasped on the floor and he retreated saying that he had to go to Walmart, he had just wanted to show me that. I felt like I burst internal organs and Esther proceeded to fix his cookie dough “mess”. (No, Uncle Tim you didn’t think I’d remember that, did you?) 🙂
Our throats now felt a lot better now because of the salt water gurgling, so that night we joked about doing a duet at church the next morning featuring us gurgling with salt water at different tones because we sounded like a choral in the kitchen while we were all gurgling. This made Esther laugh so hard that she almost choked. Then we told the guys that we had hid the oreo cookies somewhere last night, and Seth and Jordon demanded to have them. I replied no, while Esther was still gurgling so they proceeded to tell us just what they thought of us, and that was when I told them to prostrate. Esther had no clue what was going on, while I ran downstairs to get my camera and take a picture. (So folks here’s your picture of what prostrating in the Johnson and Clifton family looks like.) Don’t they look humble!!!??

 

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Sunday we had planned to go to church, and even some of us were dressed and ready when we got the text, (sent the night before, but Daddy had turned off his phone.) saying that the Wilkes had the flu in their house, and there would be no church.  Uncle Tim then wanted to leave right then, but we insisted that we give them breakfast first, and said that we planned on french toast so they couldn’t leave yet. He told “Uncle Scott”( Daddy) to get out the door quick with Seth and get the ingredients needed because french toast was his favorite, so we got to keep them for a little longer! 🙂IMG_5231
Once they got back and we had breakfast, the Clifton’s taught us a game over the breakfast table (that the Staddon’s had taught them) called Black Widow. I can’t tell you the game because it would ruin it, so you’ll just have to request it one time when you visit the Johnson’s dwelling! ( I’ll also know how many of you visit our site!! 🙂 ) Then came the sad time again when they had to depart. After a quick couple of sets of pictures, we said “so long ” and “farewell” once again, and sent them on their way.IMG_5251

And now Uncle Tim !!!!
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 What have we been doing ??

 

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I’ll try to sum up the time from the F.E.W Conference, to last week in just one sentence. Okay? Here go’s. We met the CLIFTON’S!!!

Satisfied? No? (I didn’t think you would be.)

The relationship between us and the Clifton’s started last year in November during the F.E.W Conference when our family sat across from theirs during the Saturday lunch period, although Daddy doesn’t remember much of this time because his neck was hurting him. (As a result to it getting broken twenty some years ago.) Hence he was not one of the fortunate people to met the Clifton’s last year, though he may remember sitting behind them and having Mr. Clifton (Who we now affectionately call Uncle Tim.) comment on Hope’s big blue eyes and bigger smile. Smile

It was our misfortune to not meet Seth last year, who didn’t attend, but I distinctly remember Uncle Tim placing a cookie under my plate for “a science experiment”, Aunt Anita sharing about Abigail Fleshman’s dying testimony, being impressed and desiring a closer relationship with sweet Esther, and laughing privately at Noah’s bright yellow shoes. (Yes, Noah I put that in for you.)

This year on the other hand though, I met Mr. and Mrs. Clifton at the front registry and Aunt Anita remembered me, and for Uncle Tim all I had to do was tell him about his cookie experiment. Smile Then I asked where Esther was and Uncle Tim said she was socializing in the other room and that they had brought Seth with them,  “the one who ran away.” (You’ll have to ask Seth for the whole amazing story!!) That was the first that we had heard of Seth, although the family had heard the e-mail Uncle Tim sent out when Seth went missing, and we all remember praying for that young man.

I found Esther talking to Jessica Neely and I want to say I probably effectively interrupted that conversation!!! (I’m sorry!!) I had to ask if my letter had gotten through to her, (because I had misplaced her address and then found it again) and she replied that she had but that it came around the same time that their family had the flood. “So you probably thought we had died, because, I thought you mentioned the flood in your letter.” I replied that I had, but I didn’t believe them to be dead, just trying to get things back together again.

We ended up sitting behind the Clifton’s again, (Just like last year!) and I remember asking my sisters if they remembered what Uncle Tim said last year during Mr. Neely’s message when he said ‘I’m going to tell all you young people something that may startle you, Your parents aren’t perfect. “ He had leaned over to Esther and Noah and told them not to listen. (That was just our first taste of how humorous Uncle Tim can be.)

We hadn’t been able to host anyone last year because we had hosted people for Derrick and Jennifer’s wedding, and the house had too much work to be done, plus we had taken apart the rec house in which we had all the bunk beds set up in, so we weren’t able to get everything together for hosting people fast enough. This year though we gave the heads up to Mr. Wilkes that we could host this year and he gave us “Uncle Sledge” and “Auntie Lulu” as our guests. He also said that “ Uncle Sledge would have the whole family in stitches the entire time.” So we were really looking forward to hosting them.

Unfortunately a couple days into preparing for them, we received a gracious e-mail from them explaining that they weren’t going to be able to make it and apologizing for any inconvenience. We were disappointed of course, but such is life. IMG_4874

Sitting behind the Clifton’s again this year afforded us a closer look into their lives, and also a closer relationship with them. It came about in a lot more then I have time to write about, but long story short they canceled their hotel reservations for Saturday night and Esther went home with us on Friday night. That night I shared a very personal story with her and as a result of that we stayed up very late that night. Looking back on that night and how nervous I was in sharing that story, it is a wonder to me that the Lord knitted our hearts together. Esther could have easily said she was tired and didn’t want to listen, but instead she blessed me with her open ears and soft replies. We are so blessed that God had chosen to cross our families paths!

Saturday night was our first family to family one on one and sharing our similarities in very funny and laughable ways. We all claim in jest IMG_4875that it was Aunt Anita’s ringtone that broke the ice, but I really think it was the Clifton’s transparity that stole the show. We could be ourselves with them, and they with us, and that’s rare even in christian circles.

IMG_4877IMG_4870Sunday we weren’t planning on going to church because we were going to be selling dogs and also because we knew the Wilkes were going to be overwhelmed with all the overflow at their house. The Clifton’s were having trouble with their brakes on the van, so Daddy sent Jordon and I to church in the Tahoe while Seth stayed behind to fix the van. We all felt bad for Seth, because we knew how badly he wanted to go, and we couldn’t help noting his face when we drove away. I do beleive he had a good spirit about it though, and we were proud of the way he acted.IMG_4880.

Esther will remember this day as probably the first time she ever saw me cry, and it shows how very close their family had come in the last couple of hours since we had met them. (For those of you wondering, I was crying because my favorite puppy had sold while I was at church.) Winking smile

Daddy got to talk to Seth during the drives to and from the auto shop and he was very impressed with him. Seth shared his story with Daddy and he told us later about it (so we heard it second hand,) but nonetheless we were impressed.

After those of us who went to church got back and the van got fixed, came the time we all were dreading, saying so long. (In our family you never say goodbye.) We took a quick picture, and then sent them on their way. It was during that sad fair-well that we realized we needed to get them back here again!!

It took some convincing but we were successful in getting them back down here for Thanksgiving. Later Uncle Tim said all Daddy had to say was “possibly hunting” and that “sealed the deal.”

The time with them was so refreshing and all of us came away with newly placed stitches, but that was okay because we were with the Clifton’s again!!

I have to place a special thanks though, right here for Aunt Anita because she brought us the most tastiest, mouth watering, chewy, chocolatey cookies that I have not been able to have since our previous pastor’s wife’s cookies. Let me say though that Aunt Anita’s beats her’s by a looooooooooooong shot!!!  (She taught me her recipe guys!!!!)

Well That’s it for now …….  Part two to come soon

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A Job In… West Virginia?

 

I mentioned in an earlier post that we were recently working on a job in WV. Now to some of you who are reading this, you may not know that we currently live near Culpeper, VA, NOT Romney, WV! The first time we got this call I confess I hoped it would be just an estimate, nothing more. We do have jobs like that sometimes! Not because I didn’t like the couple or anything, but because I just didn’t like the idea of a two hour, ten minute drive one way every day.

IMG_0030In the end, that works out to be four hours, (and twenty minutes!) both ways, every day. (Not that the drive wasn’t pretty.)

We got the call. Bid accepted. Kitchen reno. Big Uh-Oh. My mind ran to the idea of waking up at 4:00 every day for two or three weeks. Now, I am no a morning riser by ANY stretch of the imagination. My idea of a good start to a day is at LEAST sleep till 8:00 to 9:00, THEN up and head for the coffee pot. Not wake up at 4:30, realize we’re late and BANG, we’re out the door. (And no, there was no Hazelnut brew, light on the cream to reach that bittersweet taste involved in that car scramble. Not to mention the fact that Chick Fil-A doesn’t open that early! No help there either!)

Long story short, the first words out of mouth were,

“Oh No. What have I gotten myself into?!”

 

Day One:

4:00am EST, Fauquier County, VA.

Brilliant light burns on the outside of my eyelids.

“Come on fella’s, time to get up and go.”

Dad’s voice. My brain spins,

“No, it’s not time already, is it?”

IMG_9965I lay in bed for a minute, staring at the ceiling of my bunk. Was that a dragon shaped pattern on the wood? Boy, I must be losin’ it. I sit up in my bed, bare feet hittin’ the floor.

“Welcome to the next two weeks of great fun. I’m already loving it.” I’m thinking.

Thankfully I had the whole drive up to sleep since I don’t drive,though it was a little difficult to sleep with Max McLean’s deep voice pouring out of the stereo system. Then Tim Gregory next. FIMG_9970irst day went well, I had to admit at the end of the day. I had heard rumors that we would be getting back at 9-10 each night so that was one of the things I was dreading. Instead we ended up leaving by 4-5 and getting home by 6-7 most days. That was a blessing. Still, I wasn’t ready to admit it was fun. It wasn’t, yet.

The days passed, gradually seeming to speed up as I began to enjoy myself more and more. The drive there and back was truly beautiful and the cIMG_9979ouple were very friendly. The experience began to get more and more enjoyable for me. Each days schedule was generally to get up, some days stop at Wal-Mart and/or Lowes to get food and Materials, be at the house by 7:00, work till 4:00, clean up, be on the road within the hour, back by around 6:30, wash up, take care of the next days load of sandwiches, take care of anything else, (give myself some extra Audiobooks or Music to listen to on the job.) bed and repeat the next day. (Wal-Mart sells Starbucks iced coffee too,IMG_0029 in multiple flavors! Still don’t beat a good Chicken Biscuit and CFA Iced coffee though.) In the end, I really enjoyed the whole experience, all things considered. The place looked great once we finished, (Not just because of what we did, they also had new appliances set in, countertops redone and the cabinets were refinished.) We did the walls and ceiling, which were built medieval style. Literally. These walls weren’t your typical 16 inches apart based on tIMG_0028he center of the board. No, these walls were built with whatever wood the builder literally could have found in his yard. Need to run a wire? No problem. He sliced grooves into the drywall and tacked his wire inside the groove, leaving the wire exposed. Well, how did that pass inspection you’d ask. Easy. The owners say there are no codes in WV! We shimmed and worked on the existing walls till we were sure it was good for drywall then drywalled that. AlsoIMG_0038, the owners had what I like to refer to as a commercial building ceiling, in other words, a drop ceiling with pop tiles. The customer removed the old ceiling and we went ahead and refinished that. By the time we and the other contractors were done, it was really nice.

 

I guess I sort of wrote all that to not only bring you all who read our site anymore and haven’t given up on us up to date and also, there is a bright side to everything we experience. We just gotta have the eyes to see it and recognize it for what it really is.

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After Seven Years….

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“We’re going to be taking a family vacation soon…guess where we’re planning on going? VA!!”

Such were the words I read on my e-mail one night while checking it with Daddy. I about flipped.

The Miners are a family we’ve known since I was about 6 to 7 years old. Having only two children in their family, one of which being only two years younger then me, Caroline and I kinda grew up together, doing everything from giving birth to baby dolls, to making Jordon play so that we could get us up a wedding. Yep, those were the good ol’ days.

Then their family moved. Talk about heartbreak!!! IMG_6446

Of course like any good friends we promised to write each other, to keep in touch over the years, to not lose contact….

Somehow that didn’t happen. I never got her address, she never got mine.

Our paths branched off for awhile.

Then we got a Christmas card. Good old Caroline texted around looking for our new address, and persisted until she got it. The result was a renewed contact, and a lot of rushing around trying to find out if we had any left over Christmas cards to send back. Included in the envelope was a card to; ‘My dear friend Caroline..’

And suddenly we got connected again.

E-mail became our way of correspondence and in late April I read the words above in an e-mail from Caroline. I sat there in shock for a couple of seconds and then, barely contained myself to get down the stairs. You know, anything to put some distance between my Daddy and my supressed excitement, but not outside to where my family couldn’t hear the good news.

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I spun around one of my sisters that night. We both ended up dizzy.

What happened next still remains a blur to me, but as you can see from the pictures included, we all got together again. After seven years….

I think that there was a little bit of awkwardness at first between Caroline and I since there had been such a huge break between contact, and I knew her better through her e-mails now then I did back when we were little girls. Some things just kinda change between two friends when they haven’t seen each other for a couple of years..you tend to kind of grow up…forget about what the other liked and you don’t know what interests them now, and wonder what you might say that would be dumb or just come out lame.

But we got over it!! Winking smile We even renewed the old time favorite game of ours….LIFE!!

Since Jordon and I were the only ones really old enough to remember the times with the Miner children when our family used to babysit and homeschool right alongside of them for a few years, I guess I expected my younger siblings to kinda recede into the shadows of shy’ness and leave me to get seven lost years of talking into a few short hours…

Well, that didn’t happen. (I must confess I was a little annoyed about that too, and had to apologize later.)

All in all it was a wonderful time!! Let’s do it again soon Miners!!! (Hint…Hint..) Open-mouthed smile

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