Rest by Being Together

I'm just about to turn off my computer for my Sunday Sabbath Technology Shut Down to have some quiet time. 

Just Jesus and me. 

Even if I don't say anything much. Just to let Him have His way and lead me beside still waters and into green pastures. To restore my soul. It's what He longs to do.  (Psalm 23 - The Bible)

I need that so much during these noisy times when the world always seems to making it's many, many demands and my brain and emotions and the worry can spin me around and around. I'm sure you often notice and feel that too. 
I hope in the quiet you'll realize Jesus doesn't wish to condemn you or bark out orders at you. Jesus loves you and just wants to be with you.
Please let Him have His way. 

Until next time.
Most Sincerely, Laura-Lee

In Memory: Aunt Terry's Birthday

It would have been Aunt Terry's Birthday. 

I always drew 3 pink roses on every envelope I mailed to her (though not as pretty as the above picture I found).

The biggest representing Aunt Terry,
the next for Mom
and the little rose bud for me.

With the words, "Love Expressed Through Doodles" in my [attempt at] calligraphy.

On this day I can't help but wonder what Aunt Terry and Mom are doing right this moment. I yearn to be with them in Heaven, but I'm satisfied to know they are with Jesus and with each other and some day I will be joining them. Though if I had my "druthers", I'd be THERE instead of HERE.

And to Aunt Terry's big family, which is no doubt still hurting too, I share with you the great honor of knowing such a wonderful woman as  Therese Marie Prefontaine.

Love Always, Laura-Lee

Laura-Lee Memories: Target Practice

NOT an actual photo of me.
just resembles me in 1973

When I was 7 years old (and we lived on our farm),  Dad  brought me out to show me how to fire his smallest rifle (a 22, I think). His other rifles were too heavy for me.

I hit the bulls eyes almost "dead center" on just the second try. 

I gave him back the gun and asked, "Can I go now?"

He looked at the target, then back at me and said,
 "Yup. I guess that's enough for today."
We never did that again.

 The 'anniversary' of Dad's funeral is August 17, 2009.  I remembered it, so I share it with you. 
Thanks for  being here and  'listening'  to another of my memories.

Sincerely, Laura-Lee  

Ralph Waldo Emerson "Sow - Reap" Quote

"Sow a thought and you reap an action. 

Sow an action and you reap a habit.

Sow a habit and you reap a character.

Sow a character and you reap a DESTINY."


 ~~ by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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So much for my humility, eh? Love Laura-Lee

Laura-Lee's Memories: My First Trip's Big Tip

I was doing this week's "Wholesome Weekend Date Night" Film Recommendation at my other blog "The Bible & The Biz" and viewing the movie reminded me of a funny memory:

When my older brother and I were the ages of 7 and 10 years old (back in the "olden days" of the still innocent 1970's) our mother was in the hospital for a week and we were being cared for by her Aunt Marilyn and Uncle Al.
At that same time they were travelling by car to their son's wedding many miles away, so we went along. 

On the first day of our journey, as we sat down at a restaurant along the way to eat lunch my brother and I each noticed that Uncle Al had left some money on the table that had nothing to do with paying the bill. I asked him about it once we were back in the car and since he was a man of few words he merely explained that it was a 'custom" to leave behind some money for a waitress if the service was very good and she was particularly sweet and helpful.

Neither my brother or I made a comment, but I guess it must have made a similar impression on each of us.

A couple days later we stopped by the home of a lady who was a personal friend of my Great Aunt and Uncle to have lunch.
Once we were back in the car I admitted quite proudly that I had hidden an entire quarter (.25 cents) beneath my plate before we left this lady's house.

My brother got excited and said,
 "You did?! So did I!. Exactly .25 cents. Just like you did."

 But instead of getting the positive reaction we both expected my Aunt Marilyn got hostile and embarrassed and said she would have to phone immediately at the next phone we passed to call their friend and apologise for our "rude" behaviour.


My brother and I looked at each other with deep confusion. Aunt Marilyn explained that to give a tip to a "stranger" in a restaurant was the "right thing", but to give money to a friend was a "huge insult". We got no further explanation, but it left us even more puzzled. To my way of thinking you should leave a "tip" to someone who is a friend even MORE than you should leave one to a stranger.

 However, I noticed that on Uncle Al's face a smile was playing around the corners of his mouth (even though he said nothing). So I figured we hadn't really been as bad as Aunt Marilyn had led us to believe. 

Now, as an adult, I laugh when I think of that sweet lady clearing the table after we left and finding those two-quarters hidden beneath our two plates.

Oh, I wish the entire world thought and acted more like children. What a better place it would be. 
Kids keep things so sweet and simple.

Thanks for listening to another of my memories.

Love Laura-Lee