Thank you for choosing Journey With Me Adventure Travel! If you would please take a seat, wherever one’s available on our tour bus… Oh, and don’t forget to put your seatbelt on, just in case things get bumpy. Ok, is everyone comfortable? Alrighty then, we should really get started. This most ideal day is quite full of things to describe from beginning to end, so we’re gonna have to do this Wiwohka Wonka style! If you tend to experience motion sickness, there’s a med-kit under each seat, carrying a barf bag and some Dramamine. My rigs always come prepared for the unexpected! Ok, let’s do this!
Fresh morning air…Walk with Bailey…Warm cookies…Mmmm, coffee…More coffee…Check site stats…Keep on writing…Laugh along the way…Love…Add a little humor…Mix in some heroics…Write about it…Antics…A bit of sailing…More antics…Mixing…Baking…Snacks, of course…Tales…More tales…Follow some clues…Some free play…and some free riding…Bonding…Snuggling…Inspiration…Practice hunting…Feed the troupes…Clean up the days mess…Studying…Sleepy time snacks…Bedtime stories…Time for a bath…Tuck everyone in…Goodnight prayers…Dream of anything…
Thank you for riding along on this adventure extravaganza! It was far less bumpy than I’d expected, so if anyone is interested in eating breakfast before you go, I’ve left some goodies…
If you really wanted to know what my answer to this prompt might be, you can find it in the words of this song, by Anne Wilson, called Strong…
Even if you don’t want to click on the link, you can read the lyrics,
Strong, try to make ’em all think I’m strong Yeah, the face I keep putting on says I ain’t tired But these tear stained eyes ain’t lying ‘Cause hard, nobody told me life could be so hard A weary soul with a worn out heart that’s barely beating But every time I get that feeling
I hit my knees with my hands held high Saying, dear Lord Jesus, you know I can’t do this on my own I can’t do this on my own Lord knows I’ve tried, but I’m good at falling down Thank God You’re good at picking me up off the ground The world’s gonna try to break me But I know the one who makes me strong
Strong, like my daddy always told me so There’s a place you can always go when you’ve got nothing And then he handed me the one thing That’s strong, doesn’t matter how old it gets There’s power in the words in red in this old bible And when I’m desperate for revival
I hit my knees with my hands held high Saying, dear Lord Jesus, you know I can’t do this on my own I can’t do this on my own Lord knows I’ve tried, but I’m good at falling down Thank God You’re good at picking me up off the ground The world’s gonna try to break me But I know the one who makes me strong, oh, strong
I’m strong when I’ve got nothing I’m strong even when I’m weak ‘Cause the strong arms of my Savior Are holding on to me
I hit my knees with my hands held high Saying, dear Lord Jesus, you know I can’t do this on my own I can’t do this on my own Lord knows I’ve tried, but I’m good at falling down Thank God You’re good at picking me up off the ground The world’s gonna try to break me But I know the one who makes me strong Oh, You make me strong Oh, this world ain’t gonna break me ‘Cause I know the one who makes me strong
Since I’m too lazy to look back and find my answer from last year’s prompt, you’ll get a fresh answer, though it won’t be a so called “favorite”… but it’ll still probably make you hungry.
Our room only comes with a microwave, countertop range (two spots to boil or fry something), a glass mixing bowl, one frying pan with a lid that belongs to a smaller pan, and a handful of kitchen utensils, and there’s no cooking going on in here, unless I want every single item we own to smell like our last meal. For everyone’s benefit, I’ll write about what I used to cook, instead.
There was my mother’s homemade chili, hamburger/cornbread casserole, or her lasagna… that lasagna was to die for!
During my children’s young years was the proving ground for my culinary skills, which were quite undervalued and appreciated, in my opinion. While they may offer mixed reviews, I feel quite accomplished in both cooking and baking. In truth, due to the creation of the Easy Bake Oven, my baking is probably the better of the two.
Meal wise, a sure fire winner would be my Brown Sugar Burgers. But only use the good buns, because the cheap kind always fall apart like wet paper! I think that I may have written about a Chicken, Mushroom, and Artichoke Fettuccini Alfredo, with fresh Sourdough Garlic Bread. Oh well, I won’t bore you with the details, but it was really good!
Dessert wise, I’ve been told that my Snickers Cheesecake was better than ‘you know what’, but my personal favorite desert would have to be in the cake department. It’s a homemade pound cake with French Vanilla Cream Cheese frosting, covered in fresh strawberries. The strawberries were sliced and covered in a sprinkling of sugar overnight. I always used the syrupy juice to drizzle across the top of the cake, right before it was sliced!
Hands down, cookies will always be my prize winner, but sometimes we have to remember the rest of all that yummy food. With that being said, I’ve done my part in offering a sincere answer to the prompt, but there are other things I wish to spend my time doing this morning, so I’m off for now…
You didn’t think I would forget the cookies, did you?
One that is far greater than myself goes before me, from the moment I rise in the morning until I rest my head on the pillow that night! Not only that, but God watches over me as I sleep through the night, guarding my dreams during my rest. Is my life one of comfort, and without worry, pain, and/or sorrow? Certainly not! In truth, my life is a rather gruesome representation of a bright and carefree existence. At least that’s what most see when they stumble upon me for the first time.
But, if you stay long enough to really see what’s really in my heart, really get to know me, there is so much life, hope, love and laughter blanketing all that surrounds me, each and every day! Why? Well, God brings light into any place that he dwells… and since He dwells above, below, in, and around me at all times, well, you get the picture.
Being that I’m in my mid 50’s, living in an old RV with only my laptop and a walking trail as my company, I no longer participate, watch, or actively pursue any sports venue… at all!
If you had asked me this question 30 years, I could have given you numerous examples of my involvement and love of differing sports, primarily, anything involving horsemanship!
Being born on a farm in Oregon, I was riding horses before I was even out of diapers… I’ve seen pictures!
Over the years I was an avid audience member of countless, horse shows, equestrian events and breeder venues. When I was only 18, I lived and worked for a woman who bred, raised, and trained purebred Appaloosas and Quarter Horses. Later, after I had attended Bible Seminary, I was recruited to work as the wrangler for a Christian girls horsemanship camp, in Battleground, WA. The children were taught general horsemanship and husbandry, along with learning how to ride dressage, as well as vaulting.
All my life I worked hard… and played hard! I’ve been bit, kicked, thrown, stomped and drug through the hills by my ankle. While I regret none of the life of adventure upon the back of a horse, it did come at a cost, later in life. I can no longer sit ON a horse, but I can most assuredly, still appreciate the magnificence and beauty of everything about these amazing creatures.
Even today, I can fully enjoy watching any Dressage competition, Hunter/Jumper event, Breeders Cup race, or any Disney movie ever made about a horse. Though many movies have been made about horses, my all time favorite is still the 1979 version of The Black Stallion with Kelly Reno, Terri Garr, and Micky Rooney!
I will end this prompt answer with a little trot down memory lane…
I never enjoy what if questions, regarding the almighty dollar… in my current situation, dreaming of winning the lottery seems absurd, not to mention a waste of my mental time!
I believe that Solomon had it right, when he asked for Wisdom and Discernment over riches. God gave him the choice of anything, remember. I wonder how differently the kings life would have been, had he simply asked for gold.
To name any one book would be an insult to another, depending on the person reading my response to the daily prompt, so I’ll forgo offering up any specifics. What came to mind was an old saying, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”… or in this case, the best books are in the eye of each reader!
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