Remembering (Jeanne)

This is probably more about me than about my mom . . . but I gave her my Cursillo Bible with some marked passages. I wanted to share the love of Jesus with her. (She rocked my world when she said she wanted us to sing "Open the Eyes of My Heart, Lord" at her funeral . . . which we did.)

After she died, I brought this Bible to Strawberry Lake. I wanted a *print* Bible there, but my regular one is pretty heavy for packing and bringing back and forth. All the post-it notes stuck in it were in my way, but I wanted to "save" what I had marked for my mom, so I wrote them down.

Psalm 13:5-6
Psalm 23
Isaiah 12:2
Isaiah 53
Matthew 10:26-33 (esp 28, 30b)
Luke 23:39-43
Romans 6:1-14 (or is this from some other time?)
Romans 6:19-23 (different post-it and writing)
Romans 8:1-11 (v5)
Romans 10:9-13
Philippians 1:12-13
Philippians 4:4-9
1 Thessalonians 4:9-10
1 Timothy 2:1-6
Hebrews 10:19-25

Now I'll need to go back and re-read these passages. Blessings!

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Another Song Memory (Jeanne)

It's weird for me to think that my perception of childhood was that we weren't very musical . . . and yet I keep having memories of songs from my childhood! Yesterday the song "It's Me, Oh Lord" came to mind and I started singing it. What a blast from the 70s! I know we sang it as part of the worship music at St. Joan of Arc Church, but I also wish I could have a conversation with my parents about the words. It definitely stems from Matthew 7:3-5 about taking the log from your own eye before trying to remove the splinter from someone else's. (Actually, I say "definitely" because that's my own perspective. Perhaps I'm way off!) Anyhow, I can absolutely say that I need prayer. Every day, every hour of the day. We sang this song a lot - mostly at church, but at other times, too. It's a good reminder that I am in need of prayer. I need God's grace, love, and mercy. I wonder what my parents thought about this song. Here's a link ...

Nicknames (Jeanne)

I don't remember the why behind these names, but as kids we had them. Ann was "Cookie," Louise was "Toosie," and I was "Poopsie." I don't remember whether Tom had one or not . . . I'll have to ask my siblings. I remember liking my nickname until one of my Canadian uncles thought it was "Poopy." I was soooo upset! I kept correcting him - "It's POOP-SSEEE!" No child wants to be called Poopy. That's just gross. I'll have to add to this entry once I've queried my older siblings about their memories on our nicknames.

Toilet Paper and Thriftiness (Jeanne)

Jeanne's story: Once when I was in high school and a bunch of my friends TPd our house, mom insisted that I collect all the "perfectly good" toilet paper and put paper grocery sacks of it in the bathroom. She took away the rolls of TP until we had used all the outdoor stuff first. She hated wastefulness!

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