MONDAY MAGAZINE

 

Hello, friends!  I hope you had a wonderful Sunday.  We had such a great Sunday service yesterday.  Our pastor is away so Joe did the Bible Study.  Then we had a guest speaker for the service.  Our next-door neighbor, Mike, came over to do music for us.  He is such a great guitarist and vocalist.  We really enjoyed it.

We went to Wendy's drive-thru for lunch.  We haven't been to Wendy's in a long time.  And when the bill came I understood why.  It was over $20 for lunch for the two of us.  Expensive!  And all we had was burgers and fries.

In the afternoon we both took naps.  Neither of us had slept well the night before and were dragging.  In fact we slept so well and were so full from lunch that we didn't bother having dinner.

And now today is another wonderful day that God has given to me.  I am feeling pretty good so I hope to make the most of it.

Let me tell you the third and final story from the magazine I finished a few weeks ago:  Country Home from May 2001.  This story is called:

Lisa stopped in the hallway, picked up a dust rag, and wiped off the old cardboard box she'd just carried down from the attic.  Somehow, in more than a year of renovating this house, she and her husband had never seen the box before.  Tucked under the eaves, it had finally revealed itself to her, and she hoped it would provide the information they were looking for.

The couple had immediately fallen in love with the old house.  They'd started the renovation upstairs, redoing the room down the hall as a nursery in anticipation of their first child

Lisa picked up the box once more and carried it into the bedroom, setting it next to her favorite chair.  Carefully she opened it, and its contents made her asp.  Inside was a trove of history.  Old newspaper clippings, yellowed with age.  Black and white photographs with crinkled edges.  And a scrapbook, a bit musty, but still intact.

Putting her feet up on the ottoman, Lisa opened the scrapbook and read the first clipping.  "House wins architectural awards," the headline said.  Of course, she thought.

She unfolded the clipping which pictured several rooms in the house.  There in the bottom right corner, she couldn't believe what she saw: a picture of the master bedroom, furnished seven decades before.  A massive four-poster stood right where Lisa and her husband had put theirs.  A wing chair sat by the fireplace, and a desk stretched in front of the windows.  The styles of furniture were a bit different, but the elements were almost identical, as though Lisa and her husband had furnished the room with guidance from the house itself.

Lisa's eyes rested on the final photo, a picture of the original owners.  They were a young couple with three small children, the mother holding the littlest one on her lap.  The family looked eager, full of hope.  Lisa leaned back, rubbed her stomach, and smiled.  "I've felt it all along," she said to no one in particular.  "We've come home."

And here are the photos that go with the story.

Such a lovely room.  I have so enjoyed sharing these stories with you.  I will have a new magazine for next week that I hope you will enjoy.

At church we are studying the book of Romans and I thought I would share those messages with you.  Let me begin with the introduction from back in February.  Ah, where did the year go?  I have meant to be doing this on each Sunday, but I never seem to get to posting on Sundays.  I hope you will enjoy this video.

Now off to get breakfast.  I will eat it watching the PBS show "Victoria".  I found the series on Amazon Prime.  And even though I have seen the entire thing on PBS, I am enjoying it all over again.

Have a good day, everyone.

Kathy