Saturday, November 22, 2014

Branson 3#

Okay, this won't be a very detailed post, partly 'cause I
don't remember everything, but our third day in Branson
we went to Silver Dollar City again. I remember I had
a shake at the Ice Cream Parlor, and while my family
sat in there, I went next door to the Celebrate America
store. It was full of red, white, blue, stars and stripes-
right up my alley! I got a satin red scarf with white stars.
Annah and Dad rode the Thunderation roller coaster.
I'm sorry, but roller coasters are not for me!
Annah and I rode the log flume. That was fun! But
the drop, the impact took my breath away so I
wasn't able to scream all the way. That's what I remember
most.
We decided to go home a day early, but as I started to rise
from bed that morning, I did not feel good. Instead of trying
to help pack up and load, I sat around alot feeling queasy.
We stopped at McDonald's in Springfield, and I ate very
slowly-that's not like me!
For the next few days I was sick with a stomach bug.
I was so happy to see Chloe. That sums up our first trip
to Branson.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Branson 2#

One reason I'm so late with this is that I was trying
to go through my brain back to what we did our
second day in Branson. Sorry it took me so long.

Day two. Dad was up and out before I woke up.
Mom told us that he'd gotten up early and was able to
buy the part he needed for the car and was working on it.
I was praying throughout the morning that not only would
Dad get the car fixed, but also that if possible he
would complete the job before 11, which was when he and
I were supposed to visit the Titanic Museum. Annah
fixed my hair nice and we were waiting and hoping. Dad
did fix the car, and sooner than I expected. Thank You,
Lord.

All aboard the Titanic! The museum was neat! In the introductory
room where a greeter explains things to you before you venture on
 for yourself, hanging from the ceiling above our heads was a life-
to-size replica of one of the ship's three little propellers. Little?
That thing was HUGE, and looked so heavy!! Yikes, to think
what would happen if it dropped from the ceiling! And that
was only a "small" piece to the ship? I was beginning to
realize and imagine the actual enormity of the maximum
size of this great vessel!
They had lots of displays that were good replicas of many
items carried by passengers. The births were interesting
to see in person. Oh, now they have a music room
dedicated to the great musicians and band players
who composed and played beautiful music, and who
bravely played together in their last surviving moments.
There was a room with starry heavens in the night and
practically only the deck where you feel you're outside
on deck enjoying the beauty of the night. But that room
was cold! Not only that, but the music wasn't comforting.
It was mysterious, then there was a very eerie drumroll,
and next: a loud scraping, crashing sound. This is where
the ship hit the iceberg.
One particular display room was scary to me for two reasons.
They had three leaning decks you could walk up on, each
impressing the dangerously rising angle of the ship as the
water crept up the deck to whoever was unfortunate
to be left there, doomed. There is also a bowl of water
set at 20 degrees F, which is what the temperature was
that night. You're supposed to stick you're hand in and
see how long you can keep it in, before the incredible
stabbing, biting cold becomes too much for you. I
lasted about 45 seconds! I could have tried longer,
but my hand was already starting to burn! Dad
managed to keep his in for 1 minute and 45 seconds.
That room was very sobering: to think of the impact
of those moments, to think of all the people who
were not able to escape, how all they could do was
brace themselves and wait and as their impending
doom took over closer and closer: to think of
those who tried to swim in the frigid ocean,
pleading for help, and no one to aid them, to
be swallowed in that icy water struggling for
a few last minutes of futile effort before they
just froze to death!!!! That was horrible.
The room I couldn't wait to reach was the Grand Staircase!
It was gorgeous, and the feel of the wood under my fingers,
along with the sound and shine of the tile under my feet was
exactly as I imagined!
I did buy a few things from the gift shop: a lavender T-shirt,
a White Star Line impressed pen, a Titanic ship ornament
to put on the Christmas tree this year, and a beautiful Royal
Blue jeweled heart key chain.
Oh yes, as "passengers" Dad was a young reverand, from
Ireland was it? Can't remember. I was a married mother
of two young children. My husband and I were taking
them to New York. Sadly, neither Dad or I survived
the ship wreck.
The whole experience was remarkable. Thanks, Dad for
taking me as our belated date for my birthday!
One of those days when you just step back into history.

After we came home, we ate lunch and began our first day
of trekking in Silver Dollar City. It was our very first time
there for Annah and me, so we took a long time browsing
things in shops. One of my favorite rides was the Flooded
Mine. It's not grand or exciting really, but it is a "prison for
the black and white striped cons" and I enjoyed trying to
see how many shots I could accurately get in with my "gun"
for the many interactive props in there. I can't remember
exactly everything we did there that day, but I can maybe
remember more about the next day there. To be continued...

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Branson 1#

Okay, sorry it's been so long, but here's my first
post about our trip to Branson, Missouri! Please pardon
details I can't remember.

Well, we leave early Sunday morning and Annah and I try
to get in some naps along the way. We arrive on time to attend
church with saints in Springfield, some we know personally,
some not.
Springfield was very interesting. We were quite entertained by
the different store and gas station names they have down there.
I'm used to QuikTrip, Wal-Mart, Shell, Philipps 66, and so on.
Kind of uniform and spread out. The names down in Springfield
 I thought were quite unique: Kum & Go gas station, BasketCase,
and many others.
We have lunch in Springfield at McDonald's. I know. Where else, right?
Now, I'm used to Ozark hills. We've traveled them since I was little.
But the hills down in Branson? Whoa! They were like mountains!
(In case you're forgetting, this is my first time down there.)
I'm not used to traveling those kinds, so steep and long, so high
and long. And in the rain too! We reach Branson and drive in
the heart of it, wide turns on the side of "mountain" on busy
streets and intersections. I felt so unbalanced, not on level
ground, I mean super "not level" ground.
Thank God for safe traveling and we finally reached our hotel,
which was really nice.
We rested some, then Dad and I decided to drive around and
find out where some things were, plus there was this lake
(I can't remember the exact name) Dad wanted to see, near the
fish hatchery. It was getting dark after we'd looked at the lake,
but then Dad found a guy to talk to. While they conversed,
I sat in the car listening to CDs, not with the motor on, but
with the key in the ignition. Dad finally came so we could
leave and I turned off the car. Dad turned it on, well, rather...
tried to! The car died on us right there. He asked what I did
and I told him. He opened the hood and looked. Oh, I
felt awful! I felt so bad! I thought for sure I'd killed the battery!!
Dad called to Jeff, the guy he'd been talking with and he came
to help us out. They tried jumper cables but that didn't work.
 It turns out it wasn't the battery, but the starter. Dad called
towing, and Jeff brought him and me back to the hotel,
then went back with Dad to the lake. I still felt terrible about
it. I was thinking, Lord, we've got to get the car fixed! It's 
going to be expensive! We need our car to get home when our
trip's over! That was day 1# of our trip. To be continued...

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

It Matters to Me!


And it's true! I'm thankful for the freedom and liberty we have in this country,
no matter what anyone says! And it's very precious. I'm thankful that we
have God's Word in our own language. I'm thankful that I have legal freedom
to do what's right and stand for truth. I want to show my appreciation
by how I live my life. I want to be a good steward of this precious gift!
Some things in America are dark right now, but if there's something I
 can do, I'm surely going to try! I can pray, I can have a say in who
I feel should be a leader, I can try hard to be a good citizen, I can
try to live God's Word everyday. I want to shine God's light. 
 I would rather get up and do something, pray or be an example or
whatever, I would rather do something to make this country
better than sit around my house complaining about everything that's
wrong with it. If I can do something, something, no matter how
small, to make a difference, some difference, I'll most
certainly try!

This freedom may not be important to some people, but it is to me!

Rebecca

My 1# Favorite Candy

I remember a while back, I'd said I would do posts about some of my
favorite things and also about our trip to Branson.

Okay, people, here we go. My favorite candy to top all candies is
Reeses' Pieces! I just love it! Why do I like it so much? Well, for
one thing, I'm a peanut butter fan. When I was a kid, I liked cheese
sandwiches better than peanut butter and jelly, but through the years
I've grown to really like peanut butter flavored products. And, boy,
am I thankful I'm not allergic to it like some people are! Call me crazy,
but as my sister can tell you, I've never really been a big lover of chocolate
(well, never a lover of it at all-which is okay. That means more chocolate
for you, for everyone else. ha ha ha). But the chocolate mixed with
peanut butter into a Reeses sweet is a delicious combination. I like the
salty, sweet, flavorful taste of peanut butter-oh yes, and it has to
be creamy for me! None of that crunchy stuff for my taste, unless
 it's my only option. I like sinking my teeth into the lovable,
creamy, filling sweetness of Reeses. But when I get the Reeses Blizzard
at Dairy Queen, I prefer the peanut butter cups, not the pieces because
they feel extra hard in the cold ice cream and make my teeth tingle.
Anyway, that's why I like Reeses more than any other candy. It's at
the top of my list!

Rebecca

Sunday, July 27, 2014

A Terrible Loss

Dear blog readers, I haven't heard much from them for a while,
but I'm requesting prayer for our friends, the Koenig Family,
who do the Twice Adopted show around the country usually
in Branson, Missouri. I still can't believe this happened!! It's
with sadness that I tell you tonight we found out from other
friends that Mrs. Linda Koenig, mother of the ten adopted
children had a heart attack and died this morning!!!! I
cannot believe this! We were at a friend's house this
evening when a friend Hannah called our friend, Darlene
and told her. The kids found her on the floor in the kitchen!
 Can it be? Is this real? Mrs. Koenig?!! Gone?!
She was helpful to Mom when she first started our homeschooling.
I remember doing Bible quizzing that she organized. She was
a friendly, funny, talkative lady with a heart for helping children.
I cannot believe she's gone!! Please pray for this family!! I can't
imagine what they must be going through! Please pray for her
husband and all the kids.

Rebecca

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The Rainbow at the End

Oh, why am I such a procrastinator? This post has been on my mind for a long
time and I've wanted to share it with you. It happened a couple months back,
but I remember it. Mom took us down to Holt Foods which is a little ways out.
As we packed the car up with groceries, we could see dark clouds coming
and it looked like a bad storm. Mom was tempted to stay at the store 'til
the storm passed, but she decided to try to get home. So, off we went,
heading home on the road. The clouds got darker and were definitely
moving toward us! 10 minutes into the drive, the wind picked up real
good and it just began pouring, pouring, pouring. Mom had to
really concentrate on what was in front of her. The rain was so
heavy that at one point, we could not even see in front of us!
But we couldn't stop in the middle of the road, and we couldn't
go back to where we'd been! We had to keep going. 
We had to keep moving forward. We prayed and kept going,
slower, but we kept going. And not 5 minutes later, almost
home, the storm was gone behind us and the sun was out
shining brightly. As we drove on, we looked to the side
at what do you think we saw in the sky? A rainbow! A
beautiful rainbow high up there showing its colors for us
to see. It was neat, to see what God did for us.

But even more neat to me, was how it was a real life
illustration of our walk with Jesus when trials come! Sometimes
the storms in our lives come up behind us without warning and
we have no time to prepare. Other times, we see the clouds
and we can try to hide, but nothing we do will stop it from
coming. We have to hold on to His hand and not let go.
We have to trust Him and follow his leading. And like the
heavy rain, the pain and pressures and fears of a situation
can bog us down. And not only that, but sometimes it's
so heavy and burdensome that we cannot even see 2 feet
in front of us! As much as we want to, we can't go back to
where we were before, time won't let us. And we can, but
we'll get into trouble if we just stop and give up right in the
middle of the journey. If we can't race ahead, we have to
take it slow, one step at a time, but we've got to keep
taking steps! And some time down the road, around the
bend or straight ahead, the storm passes and the sun
comes out again, lighting our way so we can see, with
the trial behind us. And when the light comes on us
again, we reap and see the blessings (the rainbow) that
God had in store for us and wanted to give us.

It was a neat thing to think about to me. But I do realize and
understand that some people have to deal with the storms the
rest of their lives and that there are some scars and wounds
(physical and emotional) that will not ever be healed until
eternity. But I hope this post will encourage you and give
you something to think about.

But that's how I feel right now. We took in Rachel because we cared
about her and she needed help. But some people don't see the whole
picture, and that makes it hard for us. Some people we've been so used
to having fellowship with, people we felt kind of close to, we don't
really do it right now. And if we do, it feels awkward not knowing
what they're thinking of wondering if they're whispering behind our
backs. Honestly, I can't ever remember us going through anything
like this before, not something this major! We've felt pretty isolated
from many friends the past months because of Rachel's situation.
Not that it's her fault, IT'S NOT! But because so many people
around us have heard different sides of the story. It makes it
difficult to try to enjoy fellowship sometimes because we don't
know what they're truly thinking.
But right now I feel like is this trial is going on forever. I feel like
it's going on and on and on and on. Where is the end? When will
the end with the rainbow come in sight? When will the sun come
on us again? When will this be over and behind us so that we can
truly move forward? It's been hard on all of us, Rachel, Dad, Mom,
Annah, and me. I just wish it was over! Please pray for us as we
seek God's will for Rachel's best interest, what He wants for her,
and us. I would deeply appreciate your prayers regarding that.