tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70840501731091486952024-02-19T05:02:15.246-06:00Amy Jean, the Writing Queenamyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.comBlogger289125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-80219181803480508622019-05-27T20:26:00.001-05:002019-05-27T20:26:18.403-05:00Amy's Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is my latest art project. I finished it about a month ago. Starting next week, I am going to work 3 instead of 2 nights a week. It may go back down to 2 nights a week in the fall. Finally, I am getting acupuncture for the pain in my wrist. I don't know if it is helping yet. It's only been 2 weeks. </div>
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I would like to remember Memorial Day and all our veterans, past and present. I would also like to remember their families. They have all made the greatest sacrifice, and I thank God that I live in a country where we have freedoms and rights, so fought for by our veterans. God bless the troops, and God bless America!</div>
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amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-84455986776201773722019-05-26T14:56:00.000-05:002019-05-26T14:56:10.049-05:00Final Israel<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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These are the last days of my journey throughout Israel. It was an eventful trip. Now as I read the Bible, I can remember the places I've been and envision the sites as they were during Biblical times.</div>
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this way, I also was transformed relationally. There were some great people on the tour. Everyone was so nice and friendly, and so welcoming to me a person travelling alone. A man even was so nice and friendly to me. He paid me a lot of attention, spent time with me, </div>
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and we talked about many things. It was nice, and it awakened that feeling that had died in me for so long. I had realized that I was so angry with men, and that I had a negative attitude towards them. I came to realize that there were some </div>
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good men out there, and that they have feelings too. It may seem simple and obvious, but it had not been for a long time for me. So I am joining singles groups again, and on an online dating site, with better results this time. I don't know what may happen in that respect, but I do know that this trip transformed me in more ways than one, and I am so thankful I got to go. </div>
amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-9450747698889119642019-05-14T13:51:00.000-05:002019-05-14T13:51:51.888-05:00Capernaum and Sea of Galilee<br />
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These 5 pictures are from Capernaum, an archaeological site. There is a modern church built over where was found Peter's home. Jesus did much of his ministry in this area, including the Sea of Galilee, of which are the top 3 pictures. <br />
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In these first 4 photos is the Basilica of the Annunciation. Here is where Mary is told by the angel Gabriel that she is going to give birth to the Son of God. On the right is the Grotto where it happened.</div>
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In the next four photos is the place where Joseph's workshop is. The statue is of Joseph. </div>
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It was in Galilee that I started to notice all the stray cats in Israel. Everywhere I went there was a cat. And like a magnet I was drawn to them. I had to pet them. Most wanted my attention, even one jumped on my lap and rubbed his face on my face, even though I was just squatting. They called me the cat whisperer. I don't know why there are so many cats. I was told the people don't mind it, they keep control of the rodent population. But dogs are regulated, they have to be leashed. I didn't see too many dogs, just a lot of cats. </div>
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On the top left is the memorial garden for those Gentiles who helped the Jews during WWII. On the top right is the Dead Sea scrolls museum. The scrolls are under this structure, which is supposed to look like the end of a scroll. The rest of the pictures are a large-scale model of Jerusalem before it was destroyed by the Romans. I also went to the Holocaust museum there but pictures were not allowed. It is a solemn, quiet place, full of pictures and objects about the horrors that the Jew suffered during WWII. I never cease to learn something new of the terrors that happened then. It never seems to end. I don't get the whole anti-Semite thinking. Even now, they continue to be targeted, like that synagogue shooting last week in CA. It's like there are people that think the Jews have no right to live. That is crazy thinking.</div>
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I took lots of pictures of the model, even though I didn't know what I was looking at, except for the last one, that is a picture of the Temple. Now only the Western wall remains. Again, it is anti-Semite thinking, it seems, to cause the Romans to destroy this town. When will it ever end for them? </div>
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This church in Bethlehem is the supposed spot of Jesus' birth. You can touch the stone upon which he laid, which is surrounded by a star, as in the picture on the top left. Constantine's mother, Helena, found this spot, along with the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem. I was reminded of this when I watched last week's episode of Destination Unknown, on the Travel Channel. I was also reminded that Bethlehem is in the West Bank, which is Palestinian territory, so we had to go through a check point. It was unremarkable, we just cruised on through. There are so many young Jewish soldiers carrying big guns in Israel that you get used to it. All Jews have to join the military for a few years, except the extreme orthodox ones, they have an exemption. </div>
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A friend told me that all people who visit Israel are blessed there. I did feel blessed there. I was happy all the time. Granted, I was worried throughout the trip as well about various things, but I survived them all and felt a part of something bigger, as I was on a tour. But I was also among the many who visited Israel. I have yet to meet anyone who hated their trip there. And I have met people who hated their trips to various places. So many Israel is a blessed place. </div>
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We spent a half day in Old Jerusalem, but it was quite a trek. Up and down hills and stairs, all around winding streets like a maze. This top picture is supposedly where Jesus agonized over his impending death in the Garden of Gethsemane. This church was put over that spot. I am not sure who determined that was the spot. But it various churches throughout the centuries have decided what happened where and have built a church throughout the landscape of Israel, especially in Old Jerusalem. Which is whee the Via Dolorosa is located as well. The Via Dolorosa is the way of the cross, where Jesus was condemned to his tomb. There are 14 stations of the cross, and I have only a few pictures here as it was so busy and crowded that it was difficult to stop and take a good picture. </div>
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<br />amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-32859553279526667902019-04-08T16:35:00.000-05:002019-04-08T16:35:24.521-05:00Israel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few weeks ago I went to Israel. I had wanted to go for a long time, and I finally got up the gumption to get up and go during our Polar Vortex we had in late January. This was a trip of how God took care of me.</div>
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I was worried about so many things. I feared a snowstorm on the way there, and since I had a layover in Canada, I feared a snowstorm there as well. There were no storms. I worried about being on the plane, I always do. The most nerve wracking parts for me are the takeoff and landing. But all was smooth. I worried about the flight (12 hours!), but even though I didn't sleep, I kept myself busy watching movies with closed captioning (yay!) and reading my book. A special bonus: in Canada: while I was enjoying my Starbucks, I met 2 couples who were also going to Israel, and they were from the Moorhead area, where I went to college! Small world.</div>
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I worried about the first day, since there was nothing planned on the tour. But I met some nice, friendly people on the tour and had lunch with them at the hotel. I worried about my sleeping pills, if they would actually help. But they did. I worried about the wrist brace I bought for my sore wrist to use when I was in bed. But it helped too. It helped so much I kept using it since I've been home. </div>
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The first day we went to the Dead Sea. It was the weirdest experience I ever had. I felt like a cork, I literally could not sink. But it was not relaxing. I can't float normally, so it was scary. But I met some more nice, friendly people on my tour. And God took care of me. </div>
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We also went to Masada, which was the last place the Jews were overtaken by the Roman Empire at 70 A.D. We took a cable car to the top of the mountain, where Herod had built a fortress 2,000 years ago. Here the Jews committed mass suicide instead of being enslaved by the Romans. We had a great tour guide who taught us so much I wish I could remember. Nevertheless, it was a lot of climbing up and down and all around the fortress. But God still took care of me. </div>
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amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-45476961098876006342019-02-04T19:53:00.000-06:002019-02-04T19:53:47.753-06:00The Struggle is Real<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I finished watching my "The Struggle is Real" videos by Nicole Unice. She talked about trust, which I addressed last week. I said I have a hard time trusting in God's love for me. I have no doubts about His existence, but I don't feel His love. Now that I think of it, I feel as if I am deranged. How can I doubt Him when He has proven His love for me time and time again? How much more does He have to do for me to get it? </div>
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Nicole also said, "our past impacts our future but it doesn't have to direct our future." That is so true. Just because something happened in the past, it doesn't mean it will happen again. And if it does, so what? I survived it then and I will survive it now. </div>
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Word have such power, and even the tone of such words. What I say to myself in my heart comes out in my words to the world. So even though I think no one can read my thoughts, maybe they can in a way. I wonder about that, if people can read my thoughts. Not in a clairvoyant way, or a paranoid way. But I know I do not have a poker face. I have been thinking about that, and thinking I need to clean up my thoughts, and have a more loving attitude towards my fellow man. As I always say, it is so much easier to be judgmental but it is so hard to be loving.</div>
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Sometimes I think I doubt God's love because things don't always go my way, or bad things happen. But that's life. And God can use those things, if nothing else, to teach us what really matters in life. And that is people. </div>
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On a personal note, I think I have ulnar impaction syndrome, where my ulnar, the bone on the side of the pinky, is longer than the radius, the bone on the side of the thumb, and it rubs against the wrist bones. We've tried everything else so I think surgery is next. I have to wait until the end of this month to find out what! But the good news is I'm going to Israel next month! I've always wanted to go, but never got around to it. The polar vortex last week sent me over the edge and got me off my butt. </div>
amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-44434192495325715752019-01-28T21:30:00.002-06:002019-01-28T21:30:43.903-06:00Struggle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am reading a book called "The Struggle is Real" by Nicole Unice. It talks about how we struggle daily in our lives between the ideal and reality. I know I do. I want things to be ideal but I live in the real. We struggle because we don't have wisdom, which the Bible says comes from believing in God; believing that He is all-powerful. I have to make a choice of whether I am going to believe God is omnipotent or not. This choice is a choice between life and death. There is no hope if I am not going to believe in God. All the things in this world can't give me what I really want, what I really need. And that is life. <br /><br />I have a hard time accepting and feeling God's love for me. I know He loves me intellectually, but most of the time I don't feel it. But I know it is me that stands in the way of His love. I have a wall of mistrust that stands between Him and most people on earth. And if I want to have life, I have to let those walls fall down. I know the truth of the Bible, but has it transformed me? In some ways it has. Although I still struggle with mistrust, I no longer hate the world or feel like the word owes me. </div>
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I have a hard time forgiving myself. I have forgiven some people in my life; it helps to try to understand things from their perspective. Finally, God has set me free from condemnation, for as it says in the Bible, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. </div>
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This is what I have reflected on so far from this book. On another note, I hate this feeling of being in limbo, of living in pain and having to wait for the cortisone shots to kick in, and of having to wait for another job to add to my existing one. I know I need to be thankful, but sometimes it is hard to be patient! I guess that's why I am so hard on myself, why I press myself so much. I can't relax, and if I see a problem I want to fix it. But there are some things I can't fix, many things actually. And I will have to choose to trust the One who made me. </div>
amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-31529692073481348132019-01-21T20:25:00.000-06:002019-01-21T20:25:46.946-06:00Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As you can see I finished my painting and got it framed. In case you forgot, beloved is what my name, Amy, means. I used to hate my name until I found out what it meant. I think I thought it was too boring. </div>
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I have been thinking about love lately. I have been thinking about how spiritual gifts, ones that are listed in the Bible, are bestowed on us through the Holy Spirit. I used to think that my gifts were for me. But later I learned that the gifts are for others. They are a way for us to love God and others. It reminds me of those verses in the Bible, in I Cor. 13, of how these gifts are great to have and use, but if love isn't in the center of them, then they are useless. </div>
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I also thought about encouragement. It is so easy to be negative sometimes, I know it is for me. I often think negative thoughts, and sometimes speak negative words. And I regret them now. I know that a negative word is as intense as surgery without anesthesia. But a positive word is like a sunny day or a hot bath. It has been said that it takes so many positive words to counteract one negative one. That is so true. Negative words sting and take away your hope.</div>
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Finally, I thought about the 5 love languages, popularized by Gary Chapman. We respond to different avenues of love. Some people respond to loving words, while others respond to loving actions, and so forth. I always say talk is cheap. But then I am contradicting myself when I just got done writing about how a negative word can steal hope! Nevertheless, love can be demonstrated in various ways, not just words and actions, but also time, gifts, and serving. It is helpful to know how people respond so we can show love in a way that is meaningful for them. </div>
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I know this is a weird combination about love, but I think that there could always be more love in the world. No matter how great we may have it, it is too easy to judge others. I know I do, and I regret that as well. I think it's because it is hard for me to receive love and compliments. I've always been so hard on myself. But I am trying to feel good about myself. Like I am quite pleased about my painting above. It's not perfect, but I like it and I have it hanging in my bedroom. </div>
amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-60231782633406489642019-01-16T14:46:00.000-06:002019-01-16T14:46:32.317-06:00It's a Wonderful Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Two days ago I went to a funeral for a friend's father. I was nervous about going as I wondered if I would know anybody, and I always get nervous that I am going to say or do the wrong thing. It was the church that I went to when I was a teen, and I hadn't been back there since except for another funeral. </div>
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But I was worried for nothing. I saw a lot of people that I knew, and they were all so nice and welcoming. They seemed genuinely happy to see me. And I was happy to see them. I had forgotten what community felt like, and when I do get to experience it, it is like a waterfall of grace washing over me. Even though I had some issues with the church, it was and still is the people who give it light. They truly are the light of the world, as it says in the Bible.</div>
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And I was impressed by the stories about my friend's father. I knew him, I used to go to my friend's house a lot when we were growing up. In fact, she is the one who told me about Jesus. I loved to go to their house with their family of many fun-loving sisters and one brother, and a cat and a dog. It was an old house full of curious nooks and crannies that I liked to explore. The family was also so friendly and welcoming to me, I even felt a part of it. </div>
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And hearing these many stories and seeing all the many people at the funeral, I came to realize that my friend's father made a difference in many people's lives. It reminded me of one of my favorite movies, It's a Wonderful Life, and how like George in the movie, my friend's father had many friends and helped many people. George was rich because he had friends, and so was this father. </div>
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It reminded me that that's what life is about, people. And making a difference in their lives. We read about these great people who do great things. But most of us are rather ordinary, just living our everyday lives. But maybe that's what it's all about. Making a difference where you are at, using what gifts you have been given. </div>
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I hope I remember this always, especially when I am anxious or depressed. I hope I remember that's what life is about, making a difference even in our own small ways.</div>
amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-10227778557569261882019-01-07T21:08:00.001-06:002019-01-07T21:08:53.974-06:00A New Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This new year I am going to once and for all do something for the pain in my arm. I am also going to look for another job to add to the one I have. So that is what is new. And I would like to go on a trip, I don't know where and when. </div>
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And I need to work more. I don't like having all this free time. It makes me depressed and bored. I need a regular schedule. So I will begin again the arduous process of applying and interviewing for jobs. I just can't sit around watching TV. Besides, there's nothing on.</div>
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My last picture that I drew I am getting framed. I wrote beloved on it as that is what my name means. I am beloved by God. </div>
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I will still go to art until I get a job. And I will still go to Bible study, if it still is in existence. </div>
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So that is it for me. I am at a loss as to what to write here. During the break, at night, I got inspired by ideas. Now I am going to write them down. I seem to be inspired at the most inopportune times. But I got a journal and pens for Christmas so maybe that is a suggestion for me to keep something with me. I just like the nights, before bed. Maybe because I like to be in bed. I'm hoping that if the pain goes away I will be less tired. </div>
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amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-81129398636024154632018-12-17T20:27:00.001-06:002018-12-17T20:27:43.900-06:00Third Artwork<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is my 3rd piece of artwork. It is an ink and watercolor paint picture. I finished it at home as the art school had its usual break this month. The breaks bum me out as I want to keep working on my art and yet have instant feedback. But they have classes for 8 weeks and then have a break for 5 weeks. So I took it home and it didn't turn out as I had hoped, I think it is too pale. And I don't know what to do with the white space in the middle. It was a picture from a fairy tale book, where this picture was the title page of each story. I'd like to hang it up in my home but I don't know what to put in the middle. What do you think?</div>
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This night I was supposed to go to a Bible study that I joined 2 weeks ago. It is only the 2 leaders and I so far. It is called a medical miracle group, as we have all had medical problems and persevered through them. I am just getting to know them and now we won't meet again until after the new year. And their group only meets an hour instead of the usual 2 hours. At least it is every week instead of every other week. It was the only group that fit my schedule and my specs. So needless to say I am bored. I think I may look for more work after the new year. This working 2 nights a week is the pits. What do you think? </div>
amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-73823240988611341902018-12-10T20:18:00.001-06:002018-12-10T20:18:23.735-06:00Wurmbrand<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been a supporter of Voice of the Martyrs for many years, and recently they gave me a movie and book about Richard Wurmbrand, the founder.</div>
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Wurmbrand was tortured in a Romanian Communist prison for a total of 14 years, during the height of communism. There were many atrocities done to many people in these prisons. It boggles the mind the depravity of the perpetrators. But they were raised in hate, much like our present-day terrorists. All they know is hate. So even though Richard and many others suffered through a living hell, they still loved their attackers. This is amazing to me. How can one love others like that? But I am reminded that it was not in their nature to love, but through Christ in them, that taught them and empowered them to love.</div>
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Because of this great love of Christ in these brave men and women, many were saved and redeemed from a life of hate to a life of love. What an amazing witness this is of God's power, that He can change people to that extent. That is miraculous. Their stories remind me of how good I have it, and how blessed I am to live at a place and time that I am free to worship Christ and fellowship with other believers. I am free to read the Bible and talk about it. I just have many freedoms and am so thankful for that. </div>
amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-32325718231653018302018-12-05T17:33:00.001-06:002018-12-05T17:33:46.420-06:00Belated Thanksgiiving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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my loving family</div>
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my comfy and cozy home</div>
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my dependable car</div>
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It is easy to forget how much I have, and easy to wallow in self pity for what I don't have. I have to stop and think about what I do have. I heard a quote that I like that goes something like don't want what you don't have, but want what you do have. I like that. There are some things I have no control over, my career, romantic relationships, the weather. But I do have control over how I respond and react to my circumstances. So instead of feeling sorry for myself, I have to consciously be thankful because in reality, to much of the known world, I have more than them. </div>
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amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-87600174943099569142018-11-28T14:45:00.000-06:002018-11-28T14:45:09.467-06:00Writer's Block<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, I am suffering writer's block. I am hoping my online writing workshops will inspire me because I have no ideas. Not only that, it still hurts to type. I used to be quite inspired and wrote a lot. Now my mind is a blank. I am not sure why this is happening, but it is frustrating.</div>
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Maybe before I wrote more because that's all I did. But now I have a job. And I want to keep working, I like my career. Sometimes though I wish I had more hours. I get nervous when I have free time, and I have a lot of it now, of which I am trying to fill up. But then again, if I work more I won't be able to take art classes or do Bible study. And I worry that I will be anxious again. So there is that.</div>
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Another reason is I wonder if my anti-anxiety meds cause me to lose inspiration. But I need to take these meds as they keep me employed and help me sleep. So there is that.</div>
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Who knows. I know I don't have control over how many hours I have to work. And I don't seem to have control over my inspiration. It's either there or it isn't. But I have to keep telling myself that a lot of people would love to not have to work full-time, and that I am thankful I don't have to. Nor do I have to depend on social security, which I know it is not enough to live on. </div>
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I am also thankful for my home, another blessing from my parents, and my cat, Bella. It is so nice to come home to her and she is always happy to have me at home. She sleeps with me every night, which is always comforting to me. So I have the 3 things I once asked for and lost, and now regained. Although I had never lost my home, I lost my job and my cat, and it took me too long to get back to a place where I could have these things again. But then again I have to remind myself that I have it good compared to most people. I don't know of anyone without problems, or wishing things were different. Why is it so hard to be thankful? Is it because I have a pessimistic bent? I hate being that way but that is what I am, along with all the other. Which seems to be a repellent to men. Which is a topic for another day. </div>
amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-50667977123853244592018-11-14T16:10:00.000-06:002018-11-14T16:10:21.537-06:00Another Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Again, another update about my work situation. I am back to teaching Tues. and Thurs., and there is a another teacher working Mon. and Wed. I am tired of this off and on so I hope she sticks around for a while. I have been making up hours that I missed at my art class by going twice a week I have missed that. It is so relaxing for me. I also decided to volunteer for the Animal Humane Society, in cat adoption in Coon Rapids, what I used to do before Chocolate died. I look forward to doing that, I have missed being with cats, and I hope I can help them there. I am looking for a Bible study, but not have had much luck there. I am also going to take some writing workshops online through a Christian writers group. </div>
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It has been about a year since I adopted Bella, my cat, and that has been sweet. The only thing she does that bugs me is she meows a lot. Otherwise, she has been a perfect cat. I could't have asked for a better one. She sleeps with me every night which always makes me happy. I love coming home to her. People confuse me and baffle me, but animals no. I wish I could get a job helping them. I love animals. </div>
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I got a cortisone shot for my arm Mon. and have yet felt relief. I hope it helps, I have had this problem for too long and it tires me out all the time. </div>
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But I look forward to next week and Thanksgiving. I look forward to putting up my Christmas tree. I love the season of Christmas, it cheers me. </div>
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Six weeks ago I was diagnosed with radial tunnel syndrome. I have had PT for the last 6 weeks, and it was great, no pain! Until we started doing strengthening exercises. Then the pain came back. We are quitting that for now and doing PT as done before. So I hope the pain goes away again. That was nice.</div>
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I am also teaching again four nights a week. I was unable to go back to my art class, which I was bummed out about as I loved it. But at least I know now how to draw and paint and with the supplies I had to buy for the art class, I am able to do it at home. I quit my Bible study. Half the time there was nobody there. So I don't miss that. Although I was looking forward to the new women's group at my old church. But, oh well. I just keep praying that God knows best. </div>
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Bella, my cat, is doing great. She sleeps with me every night, and it is nice to come home and she is there. I didn't realize how much I missed having a pet. They are a source of great comfort, and she makes me laugh. She is so sweet, she just wants to be loved. Rescue pets are the best!</div>
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This is my first watercolor I did art the Art Academy. I first drew then inked the picture, then I used watercolors to paint it. We only used the primary colors and black. I guess the other colors in the paint box don't reflect the other colors perfectly, so we had to learn to mix colors to get the desired effect. That was the hardest part. You look at the color, brightness, and other factors when you are mixing your colors. But I still enjoyed it and look forward to coming back after their too long break! I still don't want to leave the class, I so enjoy it. And I still find it relaxing. </div>
amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-41910048383617497472018-08-14T18:46:00.001-05:002018-08-14T18:46:55.073-05:00Minnie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My parent's beloved dog, Minnie, passed away last Thursday. She was very sick and not getting better, so they decided to peacefully end her suffering. Although I don't live with my parents, I loved Minnie as if she was my own. She helped me when I lost Chocolate, and when I was recovering from my dislocated shoulder. She helped all of us when my dad dislocated his hip. She protected my mom and I from strange animals and hyper dogs. She protected her doggy friend from an aggressive dog. She was always taking care of us. I guess she got worn out worrying about us.</div>
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She was always happy to see me, which made me smile. Dogs don't care what you look like or what you do for a living. They just want to be loved. And that's all Minnie wanted too. She didn't play with toys or chew on bones. She just wanted to be loved. I could spend all day scratching her and petting her and that wouldn't be enough. She just wanted to be with us, no matter what we were doing or where we were.</div>
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Now going to my parent's house is very quiet, and I miss her presence. She loved to lay on the couch with us, or sit in our laps. She loved to race with the cart as we drove it around the property. She just loved life, she was so happy and energetic. </div>
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But she got old, like we all do. I want her back but not as in the end, but when she was happy and smiling her doggy smile. It always seems too soon when we have to say good-bye. We are never prepared enough.</div>
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Minnie was a rescue dog, and the best dog. Rescue pets seem to know they have been given a second chance. So I'll end this with a plug to adopt, don't shop. There are too many wonderful pets out there who just want a second chance. </div>
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amyjean1010http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670924297830287732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7084050173109148695.post-46344130906761249502018-08-07T14:01:00.000-05:002018-08-07T14:01:07.535-05:00History Matters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I went to this museum this past weekend as they had two new exhibits I had not seen. This is a great museum for all ages, for it is hands-on, and makes history come alive. It is not just about MN, but how history affected and is affected by MN. They also have two great stores with lots of fun gifts, and a cafe with the best chicken wild rice soup. I highly recommend this museum, along with all the other MN Historical Society sites throughout MN. I haven't been to them all but the ones I have been to have been very interesting and relateable. I like their motto, History Matters, because it does. The older I get the more nostalgic I get, and it is meaningful to see and experience the things I knew as a child. History is part of our makeup, it is part of our story.</div>
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I just saw a fabulous show this past weekend that my niece, Emily is in. She is on this poster, the lower left corner. She plays the leader of the aliens and the leader of the Morlocks (looks like a post-apocalyptic biker gang). She was in most of the scenes, and did most of the acts. I was and am amazed at her talent and her energy!<br />
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Emily has been performing here for about 10 years, and does everything except clowning (I hate clowns!). My favorite act in the show is the wheel of steel, which is terribly dangerous but I can see why she loves to do it. <br />
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She wants to go professional someday, and I hope that she does. I know she has the talent for it. She has worked so hard and suffered through so many injuries, yet she doesn't give up. She is a tough person, not one to mess with!<br />
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I am so proud of her, and I hope she knows how much I love her. We are not a demonstrative family, and I know that even though Emily and are so similar in some ways, in other ways we are very different. But I still love her and am amazed by her. </div>
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For those who may not remember, I have had traveling chronic pain from my elbow to my index finger for three years. At first, I thought it was due to smartphone use, but now I wonder if it is from my car accident about the time the pain started. Nevertheless, I have seen three doctors about it, along with having a cortisone shot, physical therapy, braces, x-rays, nerve conduction tests, and neck MRI. All the tests were negative, and the shot and PT didn't help. I see a final doctor this Friday, one who has helped my family with their pain, and I hope she helps me because I am tired of living with this pain. It is the worst when I am trying to sleep, driving, typing, or doing nothing. If you could, could you please pray? I know some of you live with chronic pain as well. Mine is minimal compared to yours I am sure, but I am tired of it and tired of not getting any answers. Thanks for reading! </div>
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I went to this conference last weekend. I loved it! I was inspired to begin writing again. I took two seminars on getting my work published, and another on coping with the rejection and failure. The woman who taught that wrote an excellent book that I am reading now, a fiction taking place during WWI. I so enjoy reading Christian fiction because there isn't gratuitous sex, violence, or swearing. Those things aren't necessary in a good story. I figure if you need all that then you must not have a very good story. Not that mine are great. </div>
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I was encouraged in remembering that I was offered a contract three years ago for my memoir. I kind of regret not taking it. But I was focusing on my new career as an ESL teacher, and my dad just had his accident, and to be honest, I was scared. I never imagined that anyone would be interested in my story. So I think I will try again. I need to edit it and look into sending it to publishing companies again. I have some ideas percolating in my mind, it's just a matter of getting it done. It will be a while though, with the other stuff in my life, but at least I have something else to do in my free time. I actually miss writing. I guess maybe I needed a break. So we shall see I also have to find help for my sore arm and hand. But I will write about that in a later blog. My arm and hand are sore. </div>
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