Marsha's Blog

 We used to listen to a pod cast called “Tales from Lake Woebegone” with Garrison Keillor.  Maybe you’re familiar with it. He always started his program with the greeting, “Well, It’s been a quiet week in Lake Woebegone”. That’s kind of how I feel this week, but it hasn’t exactly been ‘quiet’, just pretty noneventful.  As we get older, that’s sort of a good thing. So I thought I’d share a cute story I just read.  I don’t suppose it’s very sound theologically, but it tickles me to see that there are a lot of different perspectives in our lives that aren’t quite wrong. Bear with me.  Next week I’ll be back with profound thoughts and more importantly, news of Tony’s surgery and beginning recovery. So here’s how it goes.  Again, pardon me if you’ve seen it before. When Forest Gump died, he stood in front of the Pearly Gates.  St Peter said, “Welcome Forest.  We’ve heard a lot about you”.  He continued, “Unfortunately, it’s getting pretty crowded up here and we find that we now have to give

 Good Morning All,  Things are going well around here.  It's hot and it rains a lot, but that’s just “season appropriate”. On the plus side, we’re grateful that we don’t have bring in the winter insulation over the windows, check the antifreeze in the car, stock up on ice melt for the sidewalk and dig out the snow shovels.   On top of that, we’re making progress in moving back into our house after nearly two years away, and Tony’s counting the days until his knee replacement, surgery, now scheduled for January 31st, the day after his 76th birthday.  In keeping with that milestone, he went to the doctor yesterday and got his “driver certification”, required by law in Australia for everyone over 75. I think it's so special, as many of our fellow retired Baptist missionaries can appreciate, to still be included in our mission’s  “Missionary Prayer Calendar”, and to know that there are still many who read it and will remember to pray for Tony on his birthday.  Ann Lovell is one of

 Happy New Year, again This morning I was filling my Webster packs and had a thought I'd like to share. Now for you who aren't from Australia, you may be wondering what a "Webster Pack" is.  It's something I'm going to guess most of you have and deal with weekly. If you haven't guessed what I'm talking about, I'll tell you.  It's the 7-day pill dispenser that we all use.  I have two, because I'm lazy and like to load em up and leave it.  I use them because with three daily pills, I just can't remember if I’ve taken the day's dose or not.  But apparently this wonder is Australian-born (who knew?), invented by a pharmacist here, (who ironically isn't named Webster) back in the early 1970s. His motive was to help seniors like me to be able to use their waning intellect for other things rather than 'Did I take my pills today?' My point here, (wait for it) was the other day I realized that my life is just flying by, evidenced

 Well friends, now that we’re one week into 2024, how are you all doing on your New Year’s resolutions? Of course, our resolution never changes. Next to “Lose weight”, we just scratch off the old year and write in the new one. It probably won’t change as long as we love to eat like we do. This year, we’ve added “Don’t get Covid”, prompted by the fact that at least two of the family members we’ve loved on over the holidays have now tested positive. No worries, though; they’re both on the mend. But as always, my number one ‘Resolution’ is to read more of my Bible.  Like the Living Book it is, it never fails to show me new understandings, even though often it’s a passage that I’ve read many times. This morning, I got two “Thoughts”. I wouldn’t be so brazen as to call them “inspirations” because I’m no prophet. For that matter, I make no claims to authority other than that which the Bible gives me as a simple follower of Christ (and a woman to boot). You’ll have to take this all with a gra