"KETCHUP TIME"

I’m once again behind in writing, so thought I would take this time to “ketchup”…get it?  Of course, you do!!!

I finally got around to decorating “a little” for Halloween.  Now that the grandkids are older I don’t do as much.  This was about the extent of it this year…along with a ghost on the door😊

 

This has been HOMECOMING week at our high school.  Sadly there will be no dance this year.  My granddaughter is in 9^th grade and she was hoping for her first real date:)  They did have special dress up days each day.  Here she is in her Daddy’s old high school Letterman jacket for “Throwback Day”.  Then today was “Career Day” and she went as a teacher.  Made me so proud!  She’s wearing my lanyard and a teacher pin a student gave me.  I don’t know if she will stick with her plans to be an early childhood educator, but she would make a great one! 

We got hit with some of the rain from Hurricane Zeta today, but nothing bad like some areas got.  Guess they named this one after my cute grand dog.

 

 

Sadly I lost two more friends recently…one (a very healthy 70 year old) due to COVID; the other a special friend from my childhood who was also my 3^rd grade (and favorite) teacher.  She has always been beautiful inside and out.  We have stayed in touch through the years.

 

I was finally able to get to visit with some of my VALLEY GIRLS.  (You can read about them in a very old post…HERE.)  Unfortunately, it was to attend one of the girl’s brother’s memorial service.  We spent two nights together and were able to catch up.  Three of us went on a MEMORY TOUR around our hometown.  Sadly it’s gone down and so many of the homes with it.  We did have a real treat though.  We took a tour of our old high school which is being renovated for an Assisted Living apartment building.  There was a NO TRESPASSING sign, but we got permission from some Hispanic workers who didn’t speak English!!!  Luckily Jerri spoke Spanish!  They are preserving as much of the original fixtures as possible.  Oh how I love my Valley Girls! Wish they all could have been there.

 

Life continues at a slow pace due to the pandemic, but I’ve learned (mostly) to adjust to it. 

 

And I’ll end with a story I recently discovered and shared as part of my most recent Sunday School lesson, although you may have heard it before.  When I first read it, I wasn’t sure it was true but I researched and found out it was.  My lesson was about MIRACLES.  I found this story (along with many other miracle stories) in Lee Strobel’s book A CASE FOR MIRACLES.  (If you have never heard of Strobel, you really should Google him…it’s a wonderful story!) 

A young black boy graduated from a predominately black high school in Detroit.  He graduated 3^rd in his class and with the highest SAT score in any Detroit school in 20 years.  He could only afford the $10 admission fee to apply to one college…YALE.  He was accepted and received a full scholarship.  His dream was to become a doctor but at the end of the first semester, he was failing chemistry (which, of course, is a prerequisite for med school).  His only hope was to make an A on the final exam since the professor had said he would double the A.  The night before his exam he prayed, “God, medicine is the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do, but please show me what YOU want me to do.”        He intended to study all night but he fell asleep.  As he was sleeping he dreamed he was in a big auditorium with “someone” writing chemistry problems on the board.  The next morning he went to class, and as he looked at the exam he realized that every single problem was a problem he had seen in his dream!  He aced the exam and passed the course.  And he said he told God He would never have to do that for him again.  In the end, he became a doctor.  Do you know who this doctor is?

Dr. Ben Carson.  What a wonderful story; what a wonderful man!  Years ago when my son was in middle school (he’s now 48), Dr. Carson operated on one of his best friends (Carl) for a brain tumor.  The operation saved Carl’s life.  Carl died back in August, and Dr. Carson called Carl’s sister (the only surviving member of the family).  Now that, my readers, is a class act! 

Do you believe in miracles?  I do!  And these days I am praying for a miracle that leads our country in the right direction so that we may live in peace and prosperity once again.