One Sunday by Carrie Gerlach Cecil
Howard Books
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Thursday, January 31, 2013
Book Review: One Sunday
Wind and a fallen tree = no power
Reflections on the power of the weather
The last time I wrote it was snowing and we had six inches to clear from our driveway. The next day the sky was dark and the weatherman spoke of freezing rain. None came, but we did have a day of mild weather and rain which washed away the accumulation of snow and changed the landscape again. This morning we woke up to a cold wind which changed all puddles into ice. As we looked out the window to the swaying trees, suddenly the house reverberated and all went dark. A spruce fell beside the house took down the power line and crashed through the fence.
There are moments, days and years of relative peace. We are wrapped in the protective blankets of parental love or career opportunities. How do we face times of change, both good and bad? When we lose power it is more of an effort to stay warm and to prepare meals. Priorities change and plans shift.
I have a headache so I will leave these reflections for another time. Who knows what tomorrow will bring (hopefully the power will be reconnected....)
The last time I wrote it was snowing and we had six inches to clear from our driveway. The next day the sky was dark and the weatherman spoke of freezing rain. None came, but we did have a day of mild weather and rain which washed away the accumulation of snow and changed the landscape again. This morning we woke up to a cold wind which changed all puddles into ice. As we looked out the window to the swaying trees, suddenly the house reverberated and all went dark. A spruce fell beside the house took down the power line and crashed through the fence.
There are moments, days and years of relative peace. We are wrapped in the protective blankets of parental love or career opportunities. How do we face times of change, both good and bad? When we lose power it is more of an effort to stay warm and to prepare meals. Priorities change and plans shift.
I have a headache so I will leave these reflections for another time. Who knows what tomorrow will bring (hopefully the power will be reconnected....)
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Book Review from this rainy January 30th
Part of this blog will be frequent book reviews as I am now signed up with netgalley to review books! What a bonus for an avid reader. Use them to choose new books or just to find out what I am reading.All the best, Judy
A worthwhile thriller!
Hiding in the Sunshine by John and Caitlin Stuart
Although it took awhile to get into the story, once hooked it was a page turner. Cyber security in all its facets is a very real threat and this novel exposed those threats. The main character, an expert in cyber security and his family, are rushed into witness protection by the FBI. Their children learn to deal with secrets and to survive. Although the ending is almost too perfect, this was a great read. I hope that these authors write more novels in this genre
A worthwhile thriller!
Hiding in the Sunshine by John and Caitlin Stuart
Although it took awhile to get into the story, once hooked it was a page turner. Cyber security in all its facets is a very real threat and this novel exposed those threats. The main character, an expert in cyber security and his family, are rushed into witness protection by the FBI. Their children learn to deal with secrets and to survive. Although the ending is almost too perfect, this was a great read. I hope that these authors write more novels in this genre
Monday, January 28, 2013
Snow covers our tracks
Welcome to my world...a messy world with toys scattered across my living room, books piled on the tables, dishes in the sink, sons grown, grandsons exploring and a husband retired but busy... I hope to share ideas, reflections and encouragement as well as take the opportunity to start writing again.
This morning I was awakened early by my grandson whispering "eat"....as soon as his eyes opened. I do not usually wake up so hungry for food, for experiences or for company. I am often reluctant to embrace today. My husband included Josh as he created his signature whipped cream and blueberry waffles. I relaxed and listened to the chatting and singing of the two of them.
We went out to walk in the snow and cut firewood and I carried Josh to the path. He walks across snow unmarked by tracks making his own marks. I try to follow with difficulty but keep sinking to my knees. How do I keep up with an eager toddler?
Soon the snow covers our tracks and our hair and our faces. Chain saws interrupt the quiet. Dead elms drop in the snow. Firewood is stacked on the trailer. Our explorer is wet and cold so we go back home for soup and Finding Nemo. Josh is intrigued. I reflect on the message of wandering and the hope that someone is seeking to bring me home.
We discuss this in our discussion group. The answers to our prayers are not like winning the lottery or putting coins in a vending machine, but we are promised deliverance from fears and God's peace. Can I walk across the snow without falling through? As I reflect on life through this blog I hope that I can make sense of some of my days and hours.
This morning I was awakened early by my grandson whispering "eat"....as soon as his eyes opened. I do not usually wake up so hungry for food, for experiences or for company. I am often reluctant to embrace today. My husband included Josh as he created his signature whipped cream and blueberry waffles. I relaxed and listened to the chatting and singing of the two of them.
We went out to walk in the snow and cut firewood and I carried Josh to the path. He walks across snow unmarked by tracks making his own marks. I try to follow with difficulty but keep sinking to my knees. How do I keep up with an eager toddler?
Soon the snow covers our tracks and our hair and our faces. Chain saws interrupt the quiet. Dead elms drop in the snow. Firewood is stacked on the trailer. Our explorer is wet and cold so we go back home for soup and Finding Nemo. Josh is intrigued. I reflect on the message of wandering and the hope that someone is seeking to bring me home.
We discuss this in our discussion group. The answers to our prayers are not like winning the lottery or putting coins in a vending machine, but we are promised deliverance from fears and God's peace. Can I walk across the snow without falling through? As I reflect on life through this blog I hope that I can make sense of some of my days and hours.
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