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Share Your World, 2015 – Week # 9

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

WORLD GLOBE ABSTRACT BLUE with bubbleI haven’t had a chance to participate in Cee’s Share Your World the past few weeks, so I’m getting back into the swing of things.

Question 1: How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

47

Question 2: Are you left or right-handed?

Right-handed

Question 3: If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to?

Zoe Hannah Grace.  Zoe means “life from God.” Hannah means “one who is favored and one who obtains favor by petition.” Grace means “the undeserved favor of God.” So anytime someone called my name, they would be pronouncing blessing and favor on me.  Sounds good to me.

Question 4: Where do you hide junk when people come over?

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha …………  The laughter at my house is so LOUD that the neighbors from blocks away are coming to see what’s going on.  What do you mean “hide” junk?  I have so much junk that there IS NO PLACE to hide it. When people come over, they just have to look at it. If they don’t love me enough to do that, it’s okay. I have my junk to keep me company.

Bonus Question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Well, last week, I had an unexpected meeting with the sidewalk in front of my house, and my right knee made the first contact. Ouch! The last things to make contact with that same sidewalk were my nose and mouth. Ouch! Ouch!  But I am thankful that the Lord protected me mightily, and I did not have any broken bones or teeth. My knee looks and feels almost normal again, and no one would ever know I virtually kissed the concrete on Friday. I have thanked God every day for that protection and healing.

This week, I am looking forward to getting some furniture that belonged to my parents moved into my living room. (Of course, I’ll have to move some of the above mentioned junk to get it in, but the end result will be worth the effort.)

 

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Feelin’ Old When You Look in the Mirror?

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

SMILEY - SAD FACE - BLUE(I originally posted this short article a little over a year ago, but since we keep getting older, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to have a little reminder along about now.)

When Moses was 120, he had just led close to 3 million people out of Egyptian bondage to a land of freedom, but his eyes were not weak, nor was his strength abated; when Caleb was 85, he waged successful warfare against the Anakim to take possession of Mt. Hebron as his own property in the land of Canaan; when Grandma Moses was 100, she was still painting (and getting paid for) the pictures that made her famous; when Eamon de Valera was 91, he had led Ireland in its fight for independence and was still serving as her president; and when Winston Churchill was 82, he wrote the 4-volume “History of the English-Speaking People.” So what’s a few wrinkles got to do with anything?

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Ignoring The Call

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

a poem by Sandra Conner

Middle age is calling me,
But I just cannot go.
I have too much of childhood left,
So much that I don’t know.

Why, I still love to color
And to play with paper dolls.
I still delight in bubble pipes
And bouncing rubber balls.

Ah, middle age is calling me,
But I just cannot go.
I still feel like a coed,
Full of life from head to toe.

Yes, middle age is calling me,
But my decision’s made.
I’m just too young at heart to go.
Middle age’ll have to wait!

Waiting On Tomorrow?

| Sandra Pavloff Conner

If I had known in days gone by
The things I know today,                               
I’d have thought and felt and acted,
Sometimes, in different ways.

If yesterday’s tomorrows
Hadn’t come ahead of time,
If they’d waited ’till I’d learned some more
And had made it to my prime,

I would have done a better job
Of living properly;
If wisdom from today had been
More than a mystery.

And now I’d like to put a hold
On life’s full speed ahead,
Just until tomorrow brings me
Knowledge from up ahead.

Why, I could guarantee success!
I could live the perfect way!
Could I just get my tomorrows
To become my yesterdays!


©Sandra Conner 2012