Friday Fictioneers- Chilly-Chilly- Col’- Cold and the Lucky Traveller

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It is time once again for Friday Fictioneers! Here’s the place to find flash fiction a-go-go! Check it out!

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Chilly-Chilly-Col’-Cold and the Lucky Traveller

by JE Lillie

So, here I am in sunny Florida! It’s November, the “perfect time” to visit Vacationland. I brought my suntan lotion and my Bahama shorts. The one thing I did forget was my winter jacket.

Of course, that really shouldn’t surprise anybody out there. I forgot to pack my rain coat on that auspicious trip to New Orleans in ’05 and my Volcano gear on that equally exciting trip to Iceland in 2010. Then of course who can forget my trip to Los Angeles in 1994?

I think I am boarding the next plane back to New England. It might save some natives.

Share Your World 2014- Week 45

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It’s that time again! Here we are sharing our world five questions at a time. Find out what the blogosphere is revealing about Cee’s other contributors at

Share Your World – 2014 Week 45

Meanwhile here are the questions and my answers:

What is your favorite color?  

I really like the color green. My current house is green. My last house was green. My office is green. My bedroom is green. My favorite season is green (I mean spring) and I recently took a whole lot of green pictures in Ireland.

The bark at Torc

The bark at Torc

In what do you find the simplest of joys?

I really like to just sit with a cup of coffee in hand and watch the world go by. I don’t have a lot of time to do this but even a few minutes a day of just drinking coffee in silence as a bunch of strangers walk, drive, jog or bike past me totally unaware that I even exist is the greatest relaxation I can find.

Would you prefer a reading nook or an art, craft, photography studio?

Oh, a reading nook please, but it has to have insulated windows and a window seat with really comfy cushions.

What is at least one of your favorite quotes?

“Make time for the quiet moments as God whispers and the world is loud.” author unknown 

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

It was a HUUUUGE week. My daughter Melanie got married and then our church hosted the band Cloverton all in the same weekend. It was awesome and wonderfully tiring. Now I am looking forward to a season of relative quiet. This week is about napping! 🙂

Soaking In the Presence

 

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I am enjoying the slowing down thing a lot. In  the last two days I have rested, caught up on some TV shows, started to fix  some broken shingles on the house and I have washed my dogs (much to their chagrin).

My dogs really don’t like baths. It got me thinking of all those times I have been in services where the Holy Spirit of God has moved profoundly. In my circles we call that “soaking in the presence of God”.

Some people really seem to love it and others…well let’s just say they take to the Presence about as well as my pups take to water. I can’t help wondering if it’s  not for the same reason. Some folks consider the moving of the Presence of God just another opportunity to swim in the current of miracles. Others know only too well that when God puts in a powerful appearance at church they are about to be doused with the shampoo of conviction and confronted with the Scissors of the Holy Spirit to cut out some of the sin mats they have been carrying around.

Bath time is not fun for my dogs. It’s also not much fun for me. I usually come away covered in dog fur, soaked to the skin and needing to clean and mop the bathroom. I wonder sometimes if God doesn’t feel the same way in dealing with us. Do you think there might be times when God sighs and says to Himself before our church services, “Well this is not going to be pleasant.”?

Still He moves knowing in advance that what must be done must be done, just like I know that no matter what, my dogs must be washed.

It seems a silly analogy but I just wonder how much faster bath time with my dogs would go if there wasn’t as much splashing and jumping out of the tub and I wonder…well I guess you can imagine what I am wondering about us humans and church and such.

They are dogs. We are humans. I suppose there ought to be a difference in how we take a good soaking.

 

 

Sttrrreeeeccchh Yourself

How is God training you now for reigning with Him?

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Though I am surrounded by troubles, you will protect me from the anger of my enemies. You reach out your hand, and the power of your right hand saves me (Psalm 1387)

No matter who we are, what we do, when or where we do it, we are either making progress, stagnating or moving forward.  In his first letter to the Corinthians, Paul compares moving forward to an athlete preparing for a competition.  Don’t you realize that in a race everyone runs, but only one person gets the prize?  So run to win!  All athletes are disciplined in their training. They do it to win a prize that will fade away, but we do it for an eternal prize.  So I run with purpose in every step. I am not just shadow-boxing.  I discipline my body like an athlete, training it to do what it should.  Otherwise, I fear that…

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Incredible Season Of Harvest

Through my long years of Christian service I have learned that God generally speaking works seasonally in our lives. Ecclesiastes chapter 3:1 says, “For everything there is a season,    a time for every activity under heaven.”

This has been a season of great harvest and as I sit back this morning on the last day of my harvesting I can see that God has given me abundance through this time.

In September I was honored to lead worship and do personal care-giving at the Special Touch New England Getaway. I was honored with the privilege of baptizing six new converts into the faith!100_4726 Besides that incredible week we held our regular C.cada meeting and hosted the monthly communion meeting at the Gardner Visiting Nurses Center for a congregation of nearly forty people. The month culminated with the Winchendon Enhancement Committee’s Toy Town Fall Fest where almost two thousand people came to examine the site for a potential makerspace.

The pie-baking contest

The pie-baking contest

Four days after the Fall Fest my daughter Amanda and I departed for a two week stay in Ireland while our teams continued planning for the upcoming art show, Cloverton concert, Double service launch, oh yeah and Melanie’s wedding.

A Celtic Cross in the cemetery atop the Rock of Cashel

A Celtic Cross in the cemetery atop the Rock of Cashel

We touched down on American soil again on the 14th of  October and were back in office on the 15th catching up with all the plans. Cornerstone launched its double services on the 19th and as of this date it looks like the church has grown by about forty people!

C.cada’s fourth annual art show was the largest ever. We hung over 250 pieces and almost every artist sold at least one piece. To top it off connections were made with another area art association for a possible project collaboration.

Three concerts later I stood at an altar giving away my youngest daughter as a bride to my new son-in-law James Franklin II.

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Then last night just two days after my daughter’s wedding Cornerstone hosted Cloverton to a nearly packed house.

The band singing Patterns

The band singing Patterns

God has given me a season of much fruit! Now the harvest has been brought in. It is time for the land and this laborer to rest a bit and get back to a quieter schedule. Cornerstone isn’t stopping but the next big projects are not mine; They belong to other harvesters. Aside from a carolling event and Christmas Eve I have nothing to prepare for outside of my ordinary duties between now and Easter. While I am sure something is bound to pop up I think I am going to take a month or so and just try to be quiet(er).

Maybe now is a good time to hide myself away a bit and finish the new book!

And Cloverton Too!

I know it ia past  midnight here in my little part of the globe but I just wanted to get this post done on my last big event of the autumn season. This has been a BIG fall and I am so grateful to God for all he has done. Saturday we had my daughter Melanie’s wedding and tonight our church played host to the band Cloverton all the set up tear down set up tear down set up tear down again has been a little tiring but soooooooo worth it.

The night was opened by Ben Schaffer and then Cloverton took the stage. I think by the time Lance sang his third encore his voice was truly spent. But it was a great night.

One of my favorite songs of the night was Great Plans

Seven Word Weekend

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Normally these posts come out on Sunday but the weekend was so HUGE I didn’t have a moment to post.

My Youngest Is Now Mrs. James Franklin!

Skywatch Friday

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The promise as seen from Galway bay.

“Sometimes it’s important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it’s essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow.”
Douglas Pagels, These Are the Gifts I’d Like to Give to You: A Sourcebook of Joy and Encouragement

My daughter is getting married this afternoon. So I am choosing my sliding color with great joy today!

Friday Fictioneers: Tonka

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I am back practicing another Friday Fictioneers prompt.  This is a great exercise to stretch your writing muscles. If you feel inclined to try a piece of flash fiction yourself or if you want to read what others have extrapolated from this photo prompt go to

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/11/05/7-november-2014/

 

Now on to the story:

Tonka

by JE Lillie

He bought me the set one Christmas: forty little matchbox cars in a black case

I was dazzled by the red fire engine and the “yellow taxi- shovel”.

“Thanks for the tonka trucks, Daddy!”

“Matchbox cars.” he corrected me with that thin-lipped expression I was so used to.

“Matchbox cars.” I returned chastened.

I played with them for days and was sad when Mommy took them away because I couldn’t have anything from “Him.”

I found the set in her attic after she died.   I discovered then I could still cry for what had been stolen from my childhood.