Happy Friday the 13th, Gals and Pals!

SO, let’s get right on it~~

1.  Are you superstitious about anything?  Like, lucky socks for competition, special necklace for preaching, etc.?

2.  I’m going on vacation on Tuesday.  I have never been so ready for vacation.  What are you looking forward to?

3.  There is a lot going on in sports right now–World Cup, Basketball finals, and much more.   If your life were a sport, what would it be, and why? 

4.  Hey!  Remember orange push-up ice cream treats?  What happened to them?  What is one of your favorite summer treats?  Ice cream sandwich, popsicles, frozen grapes, fruit pizza, DQ Dilly Bar, etc.?

5.  So there is this thing called “Listserve” that picks one random person per day to write an email to like a million people world-wide.  It’s pretty cool. Some people make music suggestions, offer sage advice, or plug their latest interest/project.  If you could write a note to a million people around the world, what would you say?

Have fun, let us know you played, and take care of yourselves!

15 thoughts on “Friday the 13 Five!!!”

  1. 1. 5 charm bracelets. Collected charms since age 6….one for most major moments (and minor ones) in my life. Can’t wear while preaching because they “jingle” too much. But they are a timeline.
    2. Rest, reading, feeling the breeze and noticing colors.
    3. Skeeball– reminds me of playing for HOURS on the boardwalk in Ocean City MD at a special arcade. It has to be the wooden game. You could win tickets. Amazing experience really and applicable to life.
    4. Chocolate jimmies on any flavor of ice cream, pretty much.
    5. I’ve been considering this.

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  2. I’m not superstitious—it’s more of a ritual. (That’s what an M-Div will do for you—vocabulary.) I sing a song to my self when I am trying to connect to the divine flow before I preach. OK, I say the same prayer and sing a song. The song is one I sang with my Grandmother. Angel Band. She had COPD. When she couldn’t catch her breath we sang. Singing is how she relaxed enough to catch her breath. The last night of her life—she was on morphine and had been silent all day. I began to sing Angel Band (with the voice only a grand mother could love). She never opened her eyes but she whispered the words, “Come Angel band. Come and around me stand. Bear me away to my immortal home.” Then she slipped away to God. My Grandmother understood unconditional love and is now united with love. When I am outside my self and need to get grounded and make myself a hollow reed for the spirit to flow through—I sing. “Come Angel band. Come and around me stand. Bear me away to my immortal home.” It helps me breath deeply.

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