All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray.

When I was a young girl I had a little organ and used to play it everyday in our rec room downstairs. I have loved music my whole life.  I would play and sing all the songs in my little music book.  It was wonderful for me.  When I entered Jr high, I began to take classical guitar lessons.  It was so challenging and I would have to practice over and over to get some of the most simple pieces of music right.  But when I got it right, the beauty of the piece was awesome.  After a year of classical lessons, I taught myself to play chords.  I was hooked on playing and singing.  I would attend  church camps and retreats and take my guitar with me. I would have the pleasure of playing along side the camp counselors.  What a time in my life that was!  I eventually spent a summer at a church camp as a Jr counselor and played and sang the whole summer.  In our youth group at church I would lead the worship songs, even when we went to other churches and nursing homes.  I just felt I was in the right place. 
I grew up listening to many different types of music thanks to my mom.  She taught my sister and I how to sing, how to hear the parts and sing them.  I sing today the harmonies of most songs because my mom taught me to hear the harmonies and sing them strongly against  the melody. In fact, I am happiest singing the harmonies and not the melodies of songs. 
I would spend hours playing guitar and singing in my room. Especially through my high school years.  I had so many deep thoughts and feelings in high school and often put them to music or in poetry form.  Not the light, fluffy stuff...but the deep, heart wrenching stuff. I can't tell you today why I am that kind of person.  All I know is that when the music is dark, deep, and especially played in a minor key...my soul soars!!!!!!!!! 
One of the favorite songs I sang and played all through high school was California Dreaming. 
The words, the mood and the sound has always effected me.  I don't know why, but it is still a favorite of mine today.  In fact, I often have this song playing in my head.  This is a song I can sing from the depths of my soul...and I can sing it without the music.  It is haunting.  I am sure if I sat and tried to analyze all of this, I could come up with something very profound about this why this song stands out for me.  Today, I just don't want to be analytic.  The skies are gray and cold today.  The trees are losing their leaves.  The wind is biting and strong.  It is days like today that I seem to like the most....and I don't know why.  Fall is my favorite time of year, and days like today just seem to be my favorite.
Here is my song:


California Dreamin' ( in parenthasis is the echo...)






All the leaves are brown

(All the leaves are brown)

And the sky is gray.

(And the sky is gray).

I've been for a walk

(I've been for a walk)

On a winter's day.

(On a winter's day).



I'd be safe and warm

(I'd be safe and warm)

if I was in L.A.

(If I was in L.A.)

California dreamin'

(California dreamin') on such a winter's day.



Stopped in to a church I passed along the way.

Well I got down on my knees

(got down on my knees)

And I pretend to pray.

(I pretend to pray).

You know the preacher likes the cold.

(preacher likes the cold).

He knows I'm gonna stay.

(knows I'm gonna stay).

California dreamin'

(California dreamin') on such a winter's day.



(Bridge)



All the leaves are brown

(All the leaves are brown)

And the sky is gray.

(And the sky is gray).

I've been for a walk

(I've been for a walk)

On a winter's day.

(On a winter's day).



If I didn't tell her

(If I didn't tell her)

I could leave today.

(I could leave today).

California dreamin' (California dreamin')on such a winter's day,

California dreamin' on such a winter's day,

California dreamin' on such a winter's day.




Lorrie

I prefer to grind my whole beans daily thank you!

I really enjoy coffee.  I love the shine of the darkest roasted beans. I love inhaling the bouquet of the mixture of scents within the whole bean.  When grinding the whole bean, the fragrance is intoxicating.  Of course I french press my freshly ground beans every morning.  A little half and half, a little Stevia, and sometimes a dollop of homemade freshly whipped whip cream...oooo la la!!!!!!!!!
 While making my coffee this morning, I was thinking about some news that many of us at our church received last night about a young man, newly married, soon to be a father, told he has brain cancer.  I have an issue with brain cancer.  You could say I hate it.  I lost my Aunt Robin to brain cancer on my birthday last November 2009. 
My thoughts switched to the sleepless two hours I had from 2 to 4 last night.  I spent some of that time praying.  The rest of the 2 hours I was writing blogs in my head.  No...I am not crazy.  These thoughts and blogs were swirly in my head and I was finding it difficult to shut my brain off and fall back to sleep.  Although I did not get up and write like I considered, I awoke this morning with the intent to write while attacking the mountain of laundry taking over my hallway. I had a blog topic all formulated about the damages of affairs on a woman, and how most people don't understand the depth of the betrayal that is. (watched an episode of Dr Phil about it this week, which is odd for me, I rarely watch him.)  I have a lot to say about this subject and was planning on writing about it today.
I also had a blog topic about being a whole person, and living whole.  Then I realized that I could incorporate that into the blog about betrayal.  Then came the blog about eating desserts with fresh whipped cream and relating that to living life with passion and gusto.  Then I realized that I could include that into the blog about being a whole person and living past betrayal. 
All these thoughts smoldering in my brain while making my coffee.  And then I had this weird thought.  I would rather grind my own beans fresh every day then let someone else grind them for me.  Okay...so what is my point?  I wasn't sure at that point but I knew that I there was a point to all of these messages and the coffee beans I grind up fresh every day.
Then as I sat down in front of my computer to look up some information on brain cancer to pass along to a friend of mine, I noticed an update on AOL about Elizabeth Edwards.  Her and her husband John were divorcing and she had written an additional chapter in her book now out on paperback.  There was a video link for the interview with Matt Lauer and Mrs Edwards.  I watched it.  Although I do not know her and probably never will, I have felt great empathy for her over the last few years.  I have felt some of the same pain of lies and betrayal on my own skin.  It was listening to her interview that I connected all the blog dots.
I hope you can follow this.
  When you go into a coffee shop to buy coffee beans, they usually ask you if you want them to grind the beans or if you want to do it yourself.  I always grind them fresh myself every morning.  I choose which beans to grind.  I decide how much to grind.  I decide how much yummy stuff to add to my coffee.  And I enjoy every drop.  I do this on cloudy days, rainy days, blizzarding days, sweltering humid days, before sunrise days, or sleeping in days. 
There are going to be times in our lives where we feel ground up and it seems that the grinding will never stop.  When I am freshly ground everyday, I will releash my bouquet of sweet fragrance and flavor into my world.  I will live with purpose.   
The only way to enjoy the deliciousness of the coffee bean is to grind it daily.  I have enjoyed that deliciousness on my best days and my worst days.  I have lived through betrayal, lies and cancer.  I am living through a life of singleness and single parenting.  I am living a life of purpose and passion, even when I don't know what the next moment, hour or day will bring.  I trust my God!  I won't be the stale ground up coffee bean sitting on the shelf void of all of it richness and flavor.  I will be the whole bean that I grind up daily to release my flavor into this world.
I prefer to grind my whole beans daily myself, Thank you!

My life in Ruby slippers

"There's no place like home. There's no place like home....there's no place like home." tap tap tap...well I am not in Oz...but I am not in Kansas either. 
I don't have a dog named Toto, but I do have an irresistible cat named Kitty!(that was sarcastic folks!)  Yes her name is Kitty and she thinks she is all that and the cat food and MY food, my lap, my pillow...OK you get the picture.  She lets me live with her so that should give you an idea of who she is. She is 14 years old and she is not in the mood to deal with people who don't respect her status.  I am not kidding.  She doesn't bite. But you WILL know when she doesn't approve of you.  You will also know when she likes you.  She will plop her triangle shaped body down (not kidding either) on the floor in front of you and look at you.  "Yes...I am laying here waiting for you to rub my tummy.  Do you think I am laying here because you have any other purpose? WAITING......pet me noooooowwww!"  Yep that is kitty.  If you are actually graced with her presence, you will find yourself being stared down by a cat that looks like she swallowed a basketball...whole! (not kidding....) You are in the Kitty club when she requests that you stop what you are doing and "get over here and feed me person!"  "I know I have food still in the dish! Do you eat food that sat out all day??? Well I don't either. Now pour me some fresh stuff...right now! Wow, okay you people are sloooooow!  Come here...right here...you see me sitting here in front of the closet...yeah right here....see that bag of food...okay here, let me paw it a half a dozen times just to make sure you get MY point.  Okay...now you got it....can you pour the food ANY SLOWER! And no I will not thank you because you should feel privileged that I even spoke to you."
That's Kitty.  (not kidding)
Her side kick Leo,or the annoying little boy cat that Kitty  hisses and paws at when us humans are watching but has been caught sleeping next too when us humans come home too quietly ,(SHE HATES IT when we do that ....), is quite a pansy.  Yes, I called him a pansy.  He is afraid of storms.  He goes into slinky mode when a storm comes through. Normally, you would find him buried in his "cave" a.k.a...all snug as a bug in a rug under the covers of my bed( even when it is made...watching him do it is hilarious!!!!), or laying in the middle of the floor or hallway in "centerfold" pose....(not kidding), but the minute a storm starts brewing...he is slinking through the house to find a hiding spot.  You all have had or seen what a slinky is right?  And they made a kid's toy slinky dog years ago...well he is the real live cat slinky toy.  First you see his head come around the corner, then this long black body slinks around the corner in a low crawl, then here comes the back feet slinking by, then the tail.  His body barely a half inch above the ground.  Slinky Man!!!!!!
These are the creatures I live with.
 Oh, did I forget to include THE TEENAGER...DUDUDUN.....not JUST  a teenager....a FEMALE teenager.....(dramatic music at its loudest point!!!!!)
Add to this adorable living situation a 17 year old female.  She is the youngest of 3 children. Raised mainly by me since she was 7.  Her  sister Ali is 9 years older, and her brother Matt is 7 years older.  So not only is she the youngest, she has basically been the only child due to the age differences.  Did I mention that I have been the main parent since she was 7....so that gives life one more spin! 
Do NOT EVER enter her domain (her room) without understanding the risks.  It isn't a big room, but you would think it was. There is more "STUFF" in there and I have no clue what most of it is for.  (I don't think she does either...but she says it is "her" stuff...so apparently that should explain everything!)  In fact I know that I consistently rewash "clean" clothes, since the clean stuff ends up in the clothes basket, and the dirty stuff is in the corner and I am not sure it isn't "ALIVE!"....thus why I dash in...grab the basket and dash out...(whew...in and out and still alive....LOL) Her walls are covered with pictures.  Collages is probably a better description.  But not in photo frames...pinned or stapled to the wall.  Everyone who is part of her life, or has been, no matter how briefly they have been there...yep they are all up on her walls.  Treasures cover the tops of all dressers and tables.  Sea shells, pens, books, markers, jewelry, perfume, lotion, scrapes of paper, notes, ponytail bands, candles, coins , and many more items.  I call them her treasures.  Everywhere she has been she has taken a treasure to remember the moments.  Her music is eclectic.  Modern stuff from rap to country to rock and pop, but come bed time....Sara Maclaclan and Enya....her lullaby music at 17.  She has a fondness for strays of any kind!.  Stray animals....like cats, puppies, let's not forget "the duck" and people.
She is smart, funny and beautiful.  Ask her to do her velocaraptor sometime...NOT KIDDING!!!  She does have a knack for car dancing too.  Okay, did you just shoot milk out of your nose????  I did say car dancing.  Little dance moves with your hands and head...okay...so I do it too...WHAT?????
She is awesome with kids, working behind a coffee counter, cooking and helping people move...just ask Amanda....she had Amanda's bathroom unpacked and put together in no time...this girl knows how to move...learned that from the best I have to say..... ;D.
She wants to join the US ARMY, go to college, be a chef, work with animals, be a mom, travel, work in Paris, and take care of her mom when I get old.( not kidding...just ask her...she will say "well I can't let mom live with Ali...cause mom would never survive, and Matt...yeah...not even an option...so when I get married the terms of the marriage are that my mother lives with us or I won't marry him."  did you shoot milk out your nose again??? I did the first time I heard it so don't be embarrassed.)
She loves the ocean, all animals(except the icky kind...didn't know there was that classification...but she says there is...) kids, food, family (even though we drive her nuts...so SHE says), travelling, driving (take a breath, she isn't on her own yet...you have time to move out of the area.) and having fun...(yep...that has almost given me a few strokes....oh I am NOT kidding!)
Now for the cherry on top of this luscious sundae I call my life...I save lives.  (okay..that's what the teenager calls it...she is VERY proud of my job....just ask her...she even thinks that she can do it too cause I am a paramedic so somehow maybe by osmosis she knows it too....I think you should just stop drinking milk until you are done reading this...just a thought...you can't keep shooting milk out your nose unless you are practicing for Americas Got Talent...)
My career is Para medicine....what a cine you ask?? I am a paramedic.  You know...the woooo hoooo woooo hoooo woooo hoooo driver. (okay bad attempt at a siren but whatever....deal with it.) I have an AWESOME job! I was NOT kidding so stop laughing...  I have helped moms deliver their babies, held someones hand when a loved one died, intubated almost every age, seen the most gruesome accidents/deaths, saved people who were having heart attacks, listened to teenagers who are sad, and anything in between to the most bizarre...like someone smoking potpourri....I AM NOT KIDDING... ( stop drinking the milk...you are making a mess!!)  I work with some of the funniest, smartest and warped people on the planet...just ask them they will tell you! I don't make near what a nurse makes, yet I do more medicine in one 12 hour shift then they may do in a week!  NOT KIDDING!!  I have been known to take severely injured person who is broken and bleeding to the hospital and turn around and eat a burger....not to mention the number of times I am eating my lunch on the way to an emergency call..OK..I am NOT driving when I am doing that...seriously...that is SOOOOO against policy!!!  And hey driver in front of us with your window down and we have been honking at you now for 6 BLOCKS and you can't hear us cause you are on your cell phone and are tuning out the sirens and don't bother to actually LOOK IN YOUR MIRRORS....when you do finally pull over ....YOU WILL GET THE HORN LONG AND LOUD.....so the person on your phone needs a hearing aid.  NOT KIDDING!!!   But I will smile while I do that...all for the sake of providing a positive image of EMS.( That stands for Emergency Medical Services....we are professionals...really...ask us!!!)
So you are still trying to figure out what all this has to do with my red shoes aren't you.  Well, when I found these shoes a few months ago....(the ones in the picture up top) I knew I had found my own "ruby" slippers.  How do you NOT buy these???  These red shoes speak volumes of the woman I am....beautiful, bold, sexy, satiny, smart, girly(they have a ruffly ribbon of satin across the top...hello...girly!!), vibrant, fashionable, confident, a little dangerous, well polished and not afraid.

 
  This is my life in Ruby slippers. I am not in Oz, but not in Kansas either. I am not quite sure what this land is, but I do know I have the shoes.

Revisiting a message on waiting...

I wrote this message a couple of years ago and I stumbled upon it this morning. Interesting how I quote Angela Thomas in this message...and was reading one of her books back then...and just happened to pick up that book last weekend and reread the entire book. Well I don't believe in coincidences...clearly this message was to be revisited...updated and shared ....again. And maybe that is what we are suppose to do throughout our journeys...revisit the messages God has for us. Am I in the same place as I was in 2007 when I wrote this message....spiritually...not even close ( mission trips will grow ya that is for sure!!!)....financially...actually better....physically....seriously I am a woman in my 40's...so leave that alone. But even though I have grown and the years have past....I too see that revisiting God's word, His encouragement...and even my own words and encouragement is vital and important. The battles may be new, the desert we walk in may be a different one than the last time, but...God's word is for EVERY DAY, for every battle and every desert dweller. His word IS THE LIVING WATER. His word IS THE PROTECTION.
So I post this message on waiting....and standing and hoping and trusting in Christ Jesus who is our deliverer!!!
Thanks,
Lorrie





For many of us...we are in a waiting period. We have great desires and are waiting on the Lord to bring them forth. Many of us are waiting for answers to some very deep things in our hearts. The waiting and wondering really takes a toll on us. Many of us reach the point where we begin to become heartsick. Some days it is all we can to to hold on to hope...some days it takes all the strength in the world to stand through the storms of war raging in our lives. And I want so much to send a message of hope to all of us...Angela Thomas writes..."Maybe today you don't know what else to do. You are tired and can't go forward. You have considered just getting out of line and abandoning the wait. Can I ask you something? If you are able in this moment, stand up. Physically stand and pray:God, I cannot see You. I have no idea what to do next. But as an act of my complete trust, I will stand and keep standing until You show me what to do. Amen.

One of my favorite stories in Scripture is the book of 2 Chronicles. Jehoshaphat is a man of God. He sought the Lord for direction. He led as he believed God had instructed. But after all those things, Jehoshaphat and his people found themselves under attack from a vast army.
The Bible says that when they saw the army coming with no power to protect themselves, Jehoshaphat cried out to the Lord,"We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon you. 2 Chron. 20:12 The scripture says that then:"all the men of Judah, with their wives and children and little ones, stood there before the Lord." vs.13 What great courage comes to us through their vulnerability and act of obedience. When the people of Judah did not know what to do, they kept their eyes on God and stood. This story just gets better, and you have to hear what happens after the people stood before their Lord. God began to speak through a man named Jahaziel. He told them:
Listen, King Jehoshaphat and all who live in Judah and Jerusalem! This is what the Lord says to you:"Do not be afraid or discouraged because of this vast army. For the battle is not yours, but God's...You will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the Lord will give you, O Judah and Jerusalem. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Go out to face them tomorrow, and the Lord will be with you." Jehoshaphat bowed with his face to the ground, and all the people of Judah and Jerusalem feel down in worship before the Lord. vs.15, 17-18
There are many opposing armies in the life of a woman. Lies we believe. Difficult relationships. Financial hardship. What ever battle you face this day, it cannot have you. You belong to God. After you have done everything you can do, then stand and wait to see the glory of the Lord. Wait on the Lord. Until it's your turn. I want you to become aware of God's intimate presence in your waiting. He is not far away. He is here. Holding you. I want you to know His pleasure. He is perfecting all those things that concern you. God can give you a righteous confidence in your waiting. And when it's finally your turn and He says, "Next," what a thrill it will be to yell, "Hey, that's me!!!! I'm ready to dance!!"
Well I know that was pretty long...but I really believe that every word of the excerpt was so important. Not long ago I wrote an email message titled"No Matter what." And I know I have written messages about hope. Always those messages are as much for me as they are for anyone else. God calls us to stand together. Not as one individual. United together before Him no matter what. When we have those in our lives who are hurting, who are crying, we don't have to have the quick fix, the answer, the solution to the problem. We just need to stand with them in faith. We don't have to know the how, but just believe in the Who. When don't have to know the why or the when, only that He knows how it will end and we must keep our hope in Him. It is hard for some of us not to have all the answers....but if we always have all the answers....when do we trust and hope in God? If you know someone who is hurting, as we all are at one time or another, God doesn't call us to fix them, only to stand with them before Him, trusting in Him alone. Believe me, we all have times of hurt and pain. We all have times when the blackness sweeps in and over takes us. It is in those times we reach out to our loved ones and friends and ask them to stand with us. Jehoshaphat didn't stand alone, all of Judah stood with him before the Lord.
Much Love and God bless!
Lorrie Durbin

Younger, Cuter, Skinnier

Younger, Cuter, Skinnier
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009 at 11:47am
Wow...haven't we all done this in some way or another? We can be the worst to ourselves. Often we are more harsh to ourselves because of all the lies the world tells us. I struggled for most of my life believing I was ugly....and now I know I am beautiful. I may not be beautiful under the definition you have as beautiful...but I am under the definition God has given me. But I struggle with some of the things that Melanie Chitwood brings up. Just being transparent and real here. I won't be fake or put on that I have it all together...so just thought this was a good message and something to think on. Good reminder to me as a woman...and as a mom (for I am the role model Linds has for being a woman) and as a daughter, sister, friend or co worker. I hope to be an example of a real woman who knows she has real struggles and flaws but knows she has a Redeemer who loves her. I don't have to fit into the "perfection box" that the media and the world tell women they should fit in to. This is just a little encouragement to help in that battle.
Lorrie


Younger, Cuter, Skinnier
October 7, 2009
Melanie Chitwood


For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago." Ephesians 2:10 (NLT) While I waited in the carpool line to pick up my 10-year-old son Tyler, I watched the other moms coming and going with their kids. When Tyler got in the car, we talked about his day. Abruptly changing subjects, I asked, "Tyler, do I look 46?" He quickly answered, "No, mom, you look … 37." I smiled, wondering how he came up with that number, but liking that it was much lower than my actual age. I said, "Good answer!" "Except for those wrinkles," he added as he studied my face. "What?!" "And …" "Okay, we are finished with this conversation!" As we drove back home, I wondered what prompted me to blurt out that question. Instantly, I knew the answer. While watching the other moms, I had started comparing myself. My comparison led me to think that the other moms were younger, cuter and skinnier.
Can you relate to these thoughts? We can fall into the comparison trap in an instant. For example, we flip through the pages of a magazine and compare our bodies to the images of skinny models. We go to a new Bible study and hesitate to speak up because we're sure the other women know more than we do. Comparison usually leads us down a dangerous path of feeling insecure and "not enough," or else prideful and "better than." Neither path of thinking is one God wants us to take. God's Word tells us exactly what to do with faulty comparison thinking in 2 Corinthians 10:5, "We take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ" (NIV).
What does this mean in practice? First, we have to become aware of our t houghts. Next, we clarify if our thoughts are God's truth or the enemy's lies. We can be sure that any condemning or prideful thoughts are not from God. Finally, when we recognize a thought which is a lie, we need to replace the lie with God's truth. The verse I memorized to combat the lies resulting from comparison is a personalized version of today's key verse in Ephesians 2:10: "For I am God's beautiful masterpiece. He has created me anew in Christ Jesus, so I can do the good things He planned for me long ago."
Take time today to ask God to reveal to you any lies you believe about yourself. Confess pride or insecurity, and ask God to fill you with His truthful perspective. And don't ask your child how old you look!
Dear Lord, keep my mind centered on the truth of who You say I am. Don't let my thoughts be tossed all over the place by the lies of the enemy. I know I am not defined by my circumstances, what I see in the mirror, or even what other people say about me. Let me rest in Your confidence as I acknowledge who You say I am, a masterpiece, fearfully and wonderfully made. In Jesus' Name, Amen.
Related Resources:
Read similar encouragement at Everyday Life! A Woman Who Fears the Lord (Proverbs 31:30) T-Shirt What a Husband Needs from His Wife by Melanie Chitwood Beautiful in God's Eyes by Elizabeth George
Chat more with Melanie on her blog – What Matters Most
Application Steps: Memorize a verse, such as Ephesians 2:10, to fill your mind with God's truth.
Have an honest discussion with a close friend about any tendencies you have to compare yourself to others. How can you encourage one another and hold each other accountable to "whatever is true" (Philippians 4:8)? Reflections: In what areas of my life – appearance, weight, work, motherhood, marriage – do I feel inadequate?
In what areas of my life am I prideful? Consider the answers to these questions, and ask for God's true perspective on these areas of your life.
Power Verses: Philippians 4:8, "Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things." (NIV)
Isaiah 26:3, "The steadfast of mind You will keep in perfect peace, because he trusts in You." (NASB) 2 Corinthians 10:5, "We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ." (NIV) © 2009 by Melanie Chitwood. All rights reserved.

Aunt Robin

My Aunt Robin died at 1207 AM November 5th after a very noble and courageous battle against brain cancer. Her memorial service was Nov 8th. I really love my Aunt Robin. My Uncle Dan, sister Chantel and I sang this song for her several times before she died. It was one of her favorites. My Uncle Dan sang it for her at the memorial service. Dan's Song Soft minstrel music flows through me Like water to a thristy bird I arise and follow your melody Like a leaf swaying gentle in a summer breeze. Could be there's a lifetime to be shared Mystery becoming loud and clear Until the time He tells us we must part I'm thankful to my God you found my heart. Oh love, oh love, my love Oh love, oh love, my love Sometimes your loving reaches into me So strong I have to turn my eyes away I'm afraid to let my feelings show Cause I want you more than I dare to let you know. I never imaged such a place Were love could be no more night and day Were love is the only reality And the fruits of love are the only things you see. Oh love, oh love, My love Oh love, oh love, My love Oh love, My love Oh love, oh love, My love.


The Jensens...Josie, Cameron (little boy) Uncle Dan, Aunt Robin (in green) Thea and her fiance.

Updating

So...today is January 25, 2010. I never anticipated stepping away from blogging for so long! Wow...the last time I blogged was in April of 2009. Lots has happened in this time. I have posted much on Facebook during that time.
Tonight I felt that I should revisit this outlet. So I want to take some time tonight to repost some of the messages that I have posted on Facebook here.
Thanks!
Lorrie