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My mom is an artist, my dad is an engineer, and me?
I’m screwed.
That has always been the joke at least. I have to much artist in me to like everything in straight rows but I have too much of an engineer’s mind set for it to be disorderly. I joke that I am the child torn between two worlds, like Spock maybe. Anyways, I had to laugh when I came to visit today and my parents had the most perfect visualization set up in their living room. Mom on the left with her scattered array of paper arts. Dad on the right with his neatly laid out electrical engineering tools. And me, right there in the middle. Continuing the adventure, Jessica Boctor -
Do we really believe it?
I don’t know Gary. At least I don’t think I do.
I do admire Gary though. He is standing strong on the promises that I usually only accepted half heartedly. He is reaching out in faith to ask for the healing of his wife. Will God do it? I’m not sure, but I don’t want to be the one to stop the movement. I am tried of being the one who shakes my head at the mushy heart-string pulling stories that come through my email box. I am tired of it, because I think that in a sense, it shows me how little I really believe. I want to believe. So I am passing this along, and I will be thinking about Gary and his wife tonight as I pray. Gary is serving in Iraq while his young wife is fighting cancer here. My name is Gary Hogman. Some of you receiving this know me, some do not. My wife, Cindy, is 32 years old and has just been diagnosed with stage 4 Cervical cancer. Her chances for survival are very slim. She was pregnant with our second child and had miscarried recently at 3 Months; and now we know why. This is a request for you to forward this e-mail to everyone you know asking for prayer. The more people that pray for her to be healed, the better. Pray and forward. It only takes a second to hit ‘forward.’ Please do it and don’t delete this. Your prayer can, and perhaps will, save her life. Please pray and ask everyone you know to pray for the HEALING of CINDY HOGMAN And the removal of all cancer from her body, so she may enjoy all that life has to offer, and to continue to be the wonderful mother to our 5-year-old son Michael. The power of Prayer is unsurpassed. I want the whole world to have her in their prayers the next few weeks. God will hear our cry. Please do not be offended by my plea. This is only a request for your help. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading this and helping with our request for healing! No words can express the power we have when we each do a little to come together. Regards, Cindy’s husband – Gary Continuing the adventure, Jessica Boctor -
Things that make my day.
Thank you.
It is a phrase that I believe can easily be taken for granted. So when someone goes out of their way, to genuinely say thank you. It makes my day. So thank you, DS who called today, not to complain. Not to yell. But to say thank you. -
Thoughts on the fly.
My life is crazy. It is always crazy, I admit, but lately it has had
This is all without even thinking about the friends and family that
an extra dose of home spun whirlwind. Adjusting to being a real grown
up with a forty hour workweek, trying to manage/stop managing every
aspect of my business, and stepping boldly out into the unknown world
of self-publishing through social media have all got my head spinning.
Every time I check something off the to-do list, a new one is there to
take it’s place, having a night-much less a day-without everything
already preplanned from the time I wake up to the time that I go to
sleep is a luxury I took for granted for the last year.
energize me to keep going, or the faith that keeps me grounded. Somehow, I know there is a lesson. There has to be, and it can’t be
cliche. I spent the last year learning about stopping to smell the
roses, about taking time to do what you love and risking it all for
it. In some perspectives I feel like I lost on that bet. And I lost
hard. Some lessons are more expensive then others. Anyways, it’s back to the key-stone for me, and this is becoming more
jumbled by the word, it is hard to keep flying thoughts organized. Continuing the adventure, Jess -
Today, I decided…
That Zooey Deschanel is my new mascot. Here are the results:









