by Tina Stone
Wanna know what a frog has to blog about? Read on!
I have decided to give this blogging thing one more shot. I had one but it was filled with random stuff, not focused and I'd go days and weeks without making updates. Well, I joined a blogging group called Take Up Your Cross and they supply daily prompts, which I've noticed has helped tremendously. Thus far, I've only made two late entries!|
Now, I've decided to up the anty, and I want to try the 30-day blog challenge. I've decided to create THIS blog specifically for that purpose! I think, getting daily prompts helps. It serves as a reminder to make a post and it also helps to focus my thoughts onto to something specific and not random things.
I am a F.R.O.G. this did not happen overnight but was a gradual morphosis that happened over the last 45 years of my life. No, I didn't turn into a brightly colored reptile that hangs out on a lilypad. A F.R.O.G is someone who Fully Relies On God.
It is my hope that my entries in this daily blog will reflect my F.R.O.G personality and lifestyle and maybe, just maybe some of you will decide to become F.R.O.Gs as well!
|If I gave you $5000 and told you that you had to spend it today, what would you buy? (Have fun with this one *Wink*
Today, if that offer was made or I came into that amount of money, finding something fun or frivolous would be very hard. We are facing very real struggles and that amount of money would sure get us out of a lot of our current challenges.
First and foremost I'd use the money to move my little family away from this house and into something that is safe, secure, and meets all our needs. Since the cost of moving is so expensive, I doubt there would be much left, but IF there was, I'd look for a second-hand dryer to get us through the winter as well and maybe a few winter blankets. We've had our current blankets so long, we've done wore them out lol they are falling apart
What is the most spontaneous thing you have ever done?
I've always had a spontaneous streak. so there is a lot I could write here. But the MOST spontaneous thing I've ever done would have to be when I packed up my belongings and moved from Seguin Texas to Bronson Texas and got married to a man I'd only meet face to face twice! And we'd only been talking for four or five months. I think I managed to piss off just about everyone I'd ever known my whole life on this one...but over eight years now and my marriage has only gotten stronger over the years. Might have been the most spontanious thing I've ever done, but it was also the BEST thing I've ever done!
|f you could live the next 24 hours and then erase it and start over just once, what would you do?
Oh gosh, only 24 hours huh? Can I be a kid again? I'd go to the Texas State Fair and ride all the rides, eat all the goodies and spend hours looking at everything! THEN, (and while we are dreaming, lets make this a money is no object deal) since I'd be in Dallas Texas, (that is where the state fair is held) I'd go to Reunion Tower and go to the very top! Of COURSE I'd have to go to the Dallas zoo as well. I'd spend the whole day sight seeing in Dallas. Then, I'd book myself a room at a four star hotel and enjoy a long hot soak in a spa tub. Later, I'd indulge in a wonderful texas steak dinner and have cinnamon ice cream for desert. Pretty sure all that would eat up every second of the 24 hour period! But oh what fun!!
Prompt for 9/20 The next time I ___________, I will __________. (fill in the blanks)
This has had me stumped for a while. It's so vague and the possibilities are nearly endless as to what I could put in those blanks. Since I spend a good part of Sunday giving several of my cats a bath, I would say, the next time I give any cat a bath, I will wear full tactical protective gear and have a fully stocked first aid kit within arm's reach.
Prompt for 9/21 One thing outside of my control that I need to stop worrying about is.
My feeling of security. Or, lack thereof, or source of. Bottom line, and in my heart I know this, God, and only God is the source of my security, but my head doesn't always stay in tune or harmony with my heart. We all live in uncertain times and uncertainty is to be expected. Over 360 times in the Bible God, Jesus, or Angels tell us over, and over and over to fear not. Be not afraid. In Psalms and several other places, it tells us to be of good courage. But, there are times, when the wolves are scratching at the door that I falter and am of less than good courage. My boldness flees and fear will sometimes rear its ugly head. I have to constantly remind myself of what fear stands for. FEAR =False Evidence Appearing Real. That is all fear is. An illusion, a deception brought about by the enemy who loves nothing more than to plant uncertainty in the minds of believers. I MEED to stop worrying about the circumstances surrounding what I consider my security or lack thereof. Cos, I am a child of God and he promises to look after me. So, I need to stop questioning it and stop fearing what I see around me, cos, it doesn't harmonize with what GOD says! (yes, as I am typing this, I'm not sure WHO I'm trying to convince of my words, myself your you, who may be reading this. Maybe both of us.)
I keep feeling a nagging or prompting to come back and ad a personal experience where FEAR really IS False Evidence Appearing Real that happens in my life occasionally. It is based on a seed of truth but then is twisted, as so much of what the enemy actually does. Some of you may already know, some of you may not that several years ago I became very sick with a horrible cellulitis infection that went septic. Then, for the next four years, every few months it would come back and I'd find myself back in the hospital for a week or more each time. Several times it shut my kidneys down to the point I needed emergency dialysis and once, I stopped breathing and spent time on a breathing machine. On that particular occasion, doctors called my husband and told him I wouldn't make it to the morning and he should come to say his goodbyes. I have a few items in my Friendship With God folder that goes into more detail about all that, but you needed the basics to know where this is going.
That night, when the doctors told my husband to come to say goodbye, God healed me. I went from death's door to being released to go home in a matter of two days! Anyway, Since that time I have not been back to the hospital and this coming December will be two years!
However, the enemy knows where my weak spots are. And over the last two years, I've dealt with False evidence of an infection. Why do I say its false? Because each attack is so random and comes out of nowhere. Just this past Saturday I dealt with it. I can be perfectly fine all day or whatever and all of a sudden, it's like a light switch is clicked on. I will start getting intense chills, run a fever, get very nauseated, and throw up. It ALWAYS starts this way. Then, I get a very sharp pain in my leg that makes it feel as if it has been beaten with a baseball bat. It swells up and turns bright red. It is always hot to the touch. When I first feel the chills coming on, I of course take a fever reducer and normally get in bed and try to get warm. This last Saturday, I spent nearly 5 hours shivering and shaking and dealing with the fever. Then, always, at some point, the fever breaks, and I go through a crazy sweat where I will sweat so much I'll soak the bed, my gown, everything, and require getting a shower. All the while, A little nagging voice tells me I should get to the hospital. I'm sick! I need medical help! But the other voice in my head keeps telling me, this is just an attack of the enemy. God has HEALED me and this is nothing but FEAR trying to distract me from what God would have me do. My husband lays hands on me and prays. I lay there for hours praying. Within 24 hours of the whole thing starts, all symptoms except the swelling and pain in my leg have vanished. I'm a bit weak and stay in my bed for the next day resting my leg and letting myself catch my breath. I'll hobble around on my leg the next day or two, but then its as if nothing ever happened. These "episodes" or attacks...happen so randomly and without any reason at all. When I give in and tell people "oh I'm so sick!" or I tell people "I've got an infection" or I give in to it, it prolongs it and makes it so much worse...so I never tell people I'm sick or have an infection. I tell my husband I'm under attack, so he knows how to pray for me. I tell everyone else I'm resting for that day or I just don't say anything at all. Why tell someone about something that is not real? The pain and sickness FEEL real...very real...But God's healing and promises are MORE real and its the promises and healing I choose to believe in. NOT in the symptoms that just appear for no good reason!
|“Fight for the things that you care about, but do it in a way that will lead others to join you.” -Ruth Bader Ginsburg
There is a right way and a wrong way to rally people to your cause and motivate them to pick up the fight. A good and timely example of the wrong way are these hate groups popping up thinking they are making an impression. They think they are making a difference, when really in the long run...they are just mucking things up, taking the focus off the REAL issues, causing diversion, confusion and distracting people from making a real, lasting change. Instead of drawing people in and gaining people's allegiance and commitment, they might attract people for a time, but are they really loyal and devoted to the cause? Or, are they going to become distracted, fall by the wayside, and eventually wander off for a new cause? A new temporary interest.
I really believe that MOST people WANT to help bring changes about. Most people want to end the big social and environmental issues. Who doesn't want to end human suffering? Who doesn't want a racism-free society? Who doesn't want to live free from government tyranny? The majority of the people would LOVE to see an end to starvation, would love to break the vicious cycles of poverty, abuse, and addictions. Maybe I'm wrong and I know a lot of people would argue or disagree with me, but I truly believe the vast majority of human beings are GOOD people...who have been coned, duped, and manipulated into joining groups and causes that are guilty of making things worse rather than better. They employ fear, manipulation, and hate into their agendas.
That is why when ordinary people rise up and do things differently, they do things with love at the very core...THEY are the ones who make LASTING changes. They are the people, the rest of us get behind and cheer for. They have a way of gaining their follower's interest, but also their passion and devotion. Their loyalty and focus. THEY are NOT perfect people...but they do inspire others to work together and the things THEY accomplish leave lasting results. People like Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Abraham Lincoln, and Martin Luther King. People like Betsy Ross, the Swamp Fox, and Susan B. Anthony.
IF you read this and decide to comment...I DARE YOU...add other great leaders and activists who made LASTING, positve changes by doing things the RIGHT way!
When you have an unexpected hour of free time, how do you fill it?
Free Time is typically when my husband goes out and spends the day with his sister. That leaves me home alone. There is just something about having the whole house to ones self, that is a joy unto its self. Grandted, I'm never truly alone since I share my home with four dogs and nearly a dozen cats. But, when I am the only HUMAN in the house, yeah, that is ME TIME.
ME TIME nearly always includes special self pamper time. I will take nice, long, scented, bubby baths. Spend time doing my nails, I might occassionally color my hair and give myself a trim. I will give myself a facial and drag out all my scented lotions and stuff that I put away for "special occassions" and use them.
I'm an 80's child and as such, when I am alone, I tend to crank my stero up louder than normal. I may TRY to sing, but that normally leads to the cats jumping ship or fleeing to unknown parts of the house and to the dogs hiding under the bed giving me pissed off looks...so, I try to curb that tendancy.
Oh and I love picking up the phone for girl talk with my adopted sister! Typically, our husbands try to keep us from talking...we text off and on all the time..but child, get us two on the phone...and we are like teenagers all over again! Boy can we talk! I mean, for HOURS and HOURS...and never run out of things to talk about. I have to plan these talks for when my hubby will be gone ALL DAY and her kids are at school and hubby is at work!
Those are a few of my very favorite things to do when I have some unexpected time ALONE. One Hour of free time is normally not heard of around my house. If hubby is home, then normally I am busy lol.
What life lessons have you had to learn the hard way?
Oh yikes, there have been quite a few of these, given my tendency to be stubborn, hard-headed and um, tenacious. Here are a few of mine:
Not all things in life are fair. Not all people are nice or trustworthy.
Family is not always a matter of genetic connections but a connection of the heart.
Don't ever specifically pray for patience. (God has a twisted sense of humor when it comes to this one)
God is never late with his answers to your prayers, tho it might sometimes seem that way.
Children and pets are what transfrom a house into a home.
No matter how much your husband says he loves you...always check the toilet BEFORE you sit down...ALWAYS!!
Vihecles require more fluids than just gas and water.
I'm sure there are more, but these are the ones I can think of for now. Company is coming today, so I've got to hurry up my morning routine on WDC.
|What is your happiest memory? Describe it in vivid detail!
I had to ask my sister for help with this one, and she reminded me of one particular time when I was so excited and happy about a grand adventure Mom and her friend took me on, I got everything wrong and told a whale of a tale to the whole kindergarten class.
My Mom and her friend took me to a dock near a lake so big it looked like an ocean to me. Neither my sister nor I remember the name of the lake. But, they had big old fashioned riverboats with a paddle thing in the back...to me it was a HUGE SHIP. The boat tour on the lake took about three hours, then we docked.
When we got off the ship, it looked like we were in a whole different country. We were actually at a touristy boardwalk and village, that had what Mom told me was German architecture. There was a huge cathedral, a park with animals, and all kinds of shops. Mom's friend took us into a pub-style restaurant and let me order a strawberry shortcake. It came out with tons of whipped cream, fresh strawberries and to a child, it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen! I couldn't even finish the whole thing.
Then, after a whole afternoon at this magical place, we took another riverboat ride back across the lake to where we started out. I fell asleep and thought I'd slept a whole night and we were STILL surrounded by water. Now, to a kid, this was the story I told my class:
When asked what we did for the weekend. I told everyone my Mom and her friend took me on a huge ship across the ocean to GERMANY. We had massive strawberry shortcakes and visited God's home. He wasn't there but his Father was there and he gave us a tour. Then, we saw a bunch of animals and rode the big ship back home to America.
I was so adamant that I was telling the truth, the teacher had to call Mom for verification we actually were able to take a ship to Germany and back in a weekend! lol, Mom of course told her the real story and Mom had a nice little talk with me that night at bedtime.
But, regardless of whose version I believed, it was still a pretty dang magical adventure for a kindergartner!
|Have you picked up any new hobbies or interests since the start of the COVID-19 pandemic in March?
Actually, this question comes the same day my new supplies have arrived. The look on my poor hubby's face when he opened the boxes, hoping to find "goodies" and instead he found 50pounds of clay, a 25-pound bag of sand, a 25-pound bag of quick-set concrete, a 10-pound plastic bucket of plaster of Paris, and a how-to book on creating fairy houses.
For a few years, I've been taking ordinary shipping boxes and transforming them into dollhouses. Some are regular dollhouses but some are geared for BOYS. That's right. I make firehouses, police stations, auto repair type shops, and for both girls and boys, I have pet shops, bakeries, and grocery shops. All made from cardboard boxes and odds and ends I find. I make the furniture from clay that hardens but you don't have to bake. I experimented with a variety of clays and other things, but the no-bake clay seems to win.
For the dolls, I buy bulk orders of peg dolls. I can then paint them into whatever characters I want, depending on which type of house or shop they will be for. I've found that BOYS will gladly play with firemen, policemen, paramedic workers, shop keepers, and zookeepers! I also transform peg dolls into a variety of animals as well.
ANYWAY... I've been watching amazing youtube videos showing how to make fairy houses and various other things using an assortment of cardboard, plastics, cement, and clay. Though, not necessarily all together in the same project. I'm enchanted by the fairy houses and dolls at the moment and want to try my hand at it. When my husband saw all the supplies he asked if I was making a fairy house for an elephant! I've begun reading and exploring the how-to book...and hope to get my hand dirty by the end of this week!
Another semi-new project I'm starting is connected with WDC. Several folks have been kind and gracious to send me physical merit badges. They are so tiny and perfect! But, so tiny and tempting for little paws! I've decided to save my gift points and am going to get one of the notebooks from the WDC store. THEN, not only am I going to start collecting ALL the badges I've earned, I'm going to collect the ribbon award icons as well...AND print any stories and items that go with them and compile a scrapbook. My friend Jessica gave me this idea. There are a lot of things I can do and add to a scrapbook of this nature. It will keep all my buttons safe and secure and I can look at them anytime I want. At the moment, I'm simply collecting the physical buttons, and searching thrift stores for a cheap printer so I can print out my stories and such. I enjoyed scrapbooking way back in the very early 90's when I was in hish school and maybe I will enjoy it now as well. Who knows?
|You just woke up to discover you had dozed off in your 3rd grade class... how would you react realizing your entire life since then was just a dream?
I would quite simply have a complete and total meltdown. I don't wanna endure childhood and my teenage years again!! No! No! No!