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Are There Any Tuesdays In Texas?

A year ago as Memorial Day approached, my dearest Sister in Christ, as she calls me, visited with her husband for days…  When she arrived on Thursday, she said they would be staying until Tuesday…  Quick to beat her to it, I said that’s great, there are no Tuesdays in Texas.  We hugged and chuckled as we had since we met in 1992.  Her shop was Upcountry Legends, and she was the story of storybooks that became transformed into a prolific writer from Maui , Hawaii.  As I walked in with my four sons dressed alike, she sweetly giggled and called them “the group”…  By the time I left the store, she had my address and phone number, and within a week, she delivered the book that sealed our friendship, A Parenthesis In Eternity by Joel S. Goldsmith.

We always made time to talk about God.

We were drawn to the noblest of thoughts when life closed and open chapters through the years.  Her first husband, Carl, took his last breadth when we were on the phone, and years later her second husband sang in a pew behind us when they first met.  Her daughter and son and my four sons all lived different paths on the same island.  Our Moms stayed with us at home until the angels came to take them to the gates of heaven.  We shared a friend whom we loved even more now that we suppose what she would say.  We called her Hope because she was optimistic.  My dear Cindy Schumacher was Love because she was truly embraced in both marriages.  I was Faith because I pray as I breathe…  Our tea times are etched in crystals somewhere in heaven.  I know.  Jeannette is there waiting to meet us arms outstretched, guaranteed. Keep Reading

Weeping for America in the Blue


In the Blue
The ink hue powders
the melancholic sense
fueled by aching hearts
who have silently refused
to embrace a fundamental
change in our beloved country…
We gave room for all to be whoever
they wished ’till our wishes vanished…
The beauty we once knew to be right…
became thwarted, ridiculed, and denied…
Politicians in power disempowered our rights.
We, the people in America have been duped.
One of our very own separated, and divided us from
our core– designed to create chaos–by a Book of Rules.
I am in the blue about community organizers in sink to sink our nation.
I am in the blue for the Saul Alinsky followers among us set to enslave.
I am in the blue for the mass of uneducated children, men, and women.
I am in the blue for the police force disrespected for keeping law and order.
I am in the blue for the shameless lies ignorantly overlooked and accepted.
I am in the blue for the mass of pawns bated, bribed into lawless corruption.
I am in the blue for the lack of understanding about earning and financing…
I am in the blue for the unmotivated, the uninspired, and void of a work ethic…
I am in the blue for all who delve in pornography, recreational drugs, and sin…
I am in the blue for trust, love, joy, hope, peace, and truth…the nobility we need.
I am in the blue for our Lord who gave us the Prayer to God now denied to be recited.
I am in the blue for the fundamental differences we’ll face when citizens and illegals vote…
I am in the blue for our national anthem, our flag, our soldiers and veterans…
I am in the blue for humans who question whose lives matter and destroy…
I am in the blue for us who live from pay check to pay check and still volunteer…

We, the people, as humans, fall short of God’s grace, and this is my blue bouquet
Delivered from the lectern of my heart in gratitude for all that really matters…
The difference in knowing the truth from the untruth is vast; one will set us free…

Nicoleta I. Neagoy © 10-10-2016

Prayer Request of My Friend Creta

On Christmas Eve twin brothers were delivered prematurely.  Their young Mom, husband and grandparents are asking for prayers.  One is in need of heart surgery along with another complication.  Both boys need to gain weight as their set arrival was to be in mid January…

Their Mom as a teenager played along my sons with her brother.  I remember her vim and vigor and giggles.  She grew up to attain degrees in nursing and then in Elementary education.  Math sparks her inspiration.  Her talents abound as she swims and runs marathons…  That is hoe she met her devoted young husband, an engineer.

What could go wrong?  Why do unfortunate things happen to good people?  Was their good luck just too good?  Who would have thought that amid all the good fortune even twins were forecast to bless their families?  As friends, we celebrated their delight and wished them continued happiness.

The turn of events is now being held in balance with two young lives waiting to begin their lives with Mom and Dad.

A farewell Tea in Scottsbluff, Nebraska…and we keep in touch…They are Angels…

Today they are at the Children’s Hospital in Denver, Colorado.  In the valley together they await with faith, hope, and trust.

The candle holder was a gift to me years ago when I too was in a hospital in Denver, Colorado.  Each tea light lit held  the flame of my heart in prayer to God for a myriad of needs.  I lit them in devotion asking for strength, wisdom, and perseverance…

Today I ask for a prayer from you aligned with any unspoken of your own.

In Jeremiah 33 :3, we are given the promise of restoration:  ” Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.”… The words apply to to the text yet they can be transferable to us as guideposts.

Give thanks to the Lord Almighty,

for the Lord is good;

his love endures forever.”

__Jeremiah 33: 11

I pray for a Happy New Year…  I trust heaven’s door to be our eternal blessing…  I pray we can will to be holy.

My 2018 MERRY CHRISTMAS Letter

MERRY 2018 CHRISTMAS DEARESTS,

I reflect as we do just before embarking on a journey.  It seems we have to prepare for ETERNITY as Pastor Wyndham suggested in a sermon.  The passport keeps records of our individual lives yet at church we gather collectively for instructions.  I’m leafing through my own past and choose to share some information.

My parents and I arrived in United States of America on or about July 4, 1963…In 1968 my father applied for our citizenship and it was granted in the fall a year later.  He had been sponsored to serve at St. Elias Romanian Orthodox Church and even though he served two other parishes through his remaining years, he “confessed” just before his soul’s departure, the one in Ellwood City, PA, had been the one he treasured.  However, circumstances nudged choices as in all of our lives.  My parents’ earthly bodies rest at the Monastery of Transfiguration near the church that blessed us with the invitation to serve and embrace this nation’s freedom. Keep Reading

The Depth of American Emotions

The lightness of heart is joyous once captured in a memory.  Defining moments propel people through life in a state of wonder no matter how young or old, whatever gender, nationality, or religion. We learn and we teach.

My four sons one fine Christmas morning in their hometown of Erie, Pennsylvania…years ago.

To be misled or misguided initiates erroneous developments and that is why a proper education lifts an individual to a higher standard.  To know a little is dangerous.  To seek to know more completely yet know there is more to discover is to touch the hem of wisdom.

Attacks of any kind are a cry for help as I read in the Course of Miracles.  It makes sense.  To resort to attacks shows the lack of knowledge, and some people call it poor upbringing.  Verbal attacks hurt both the sender and receiver.  To know when to retreat from engagement in attacks is sensible.

Character is molded by choices made yet personality is knitted in the comfort of being.  A loud, boisterous person can be as kind as a soft spoken gentle giant.  Therefore, with so many unique personalities blooming characters as widely different as the number of birds created on this earth, discord is bound to happen while most prefer to glide in discovery and wonder blissfully sure all can be loved, unless hated.

We choose. Keep Reading

Shipwrecked: Vacation Bible Camp

Shipwrecked?  When do we realize we are stranded?  Are we ever really all alone?

The wisdom to navigate life’s inevitable struggles contains the humility and kindness Jesus’ legacy provides in the New Testament.  The Old one is the Torah, and there the prophecies tell of the tales to unfold.  The New one continues to fill the minds and hearts of all who welcome the Holy Spirit’s presence.  It is through this form of hospitality that we arrive at being closer to being holy.  Can we really ever be?  We must strive to be holier as I found out even as I tripped over one of my Senior Tibetan Terriers…

Falling and aiming to break the fall without the ability to stop the second twist of the body that struck the unyielding tile floor, I remember the alarm of a new felt ache drawing and pulsing from hip to knee in a burst like the flame of a quickly struck match.  Not exactly surprised, I was shocked to feel a knife like stabbing in my neck when I instinctively turned to tell my family audience I was okay.

On a walk on Cougar Run with Dandelion and Tumbleweed…

Everyone extended a hand to lift me up, and I looked at the eight arms rather embarrassed by the ungraceful plump pose, and declared not to be touched.  That was wise, so  much better than to jump up without feeling the extent of the damaged body parts that now ached to be soothed.  Thanks be to God, nothing was broken.  Thanks be to God, I sat up slowly with the help of my oldest son’s pair of hands, and then stopped again to evaluate the situation.  The right side bruised without mercy let me know the only way up was to lean to the left…and since I was guided by the pain to know how to finally stand, I did so reassuring the group of stunned observers I was okay.  I looked for Tumbleweed, the sixteen year old mutt that still wished to be by my side, as close as possible to lick my foot, bless his doggy soul.

The point is I didn’t swear.  I thanked God. Keep Reading

The Love of Barbara Bush

” Live happily with the woman you love through the fleeting days of your life.” _ Ecclesiastes 9:9

The love Barbara Pierce Bush lived to be is the blessing her family experienced.

When a man loves a woman as George Herbert Walker Bush loved his wife, she could but bloom to be all that she was for the whole family…and remains for them and as our 41st First Lady of the United Staes of America.

There is no greater gift our former 41st President could have given their six children: George Walker Bush, our 43rd President, Pauline Robinson “Robin” Bush, John Ellis “Jeb” Bush Sr., Neil Mallon Bush, Marvin Pierce Bush, and Dorothy Walker “Doro” Bush Koch.  The greatest gift any parent can give their children is to love one another.  The second one is the one our former First Lady captured in a quote:

” To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there.”_ Barbara Bush Keep Reading

To Be Of A Christian Heart

In Bucharest, Romania.

There are so many Christian denominations, it may be difficult to count or name them.

At the heart of all the Christian Churches, is the reverence, and love of God, His Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, and an undeniable faith undoubtably blessed by the Holy Spirit.

However, the first Christian Church, The Easter Orthodox Church, is the ancient one from which the Catholics broke  in 1054.

The Lutherans broke from the Catholic in 1522, The Anglican Church of England was founded by King Henry the VIII in 1534, the Congregational Church was founded by Robert Brown in Holland in 1582,  and 1606, the Baptist Church was Founded in Amsterdam by John Smith, the Dutch Reformed Church was founded in New York by Michelis Jones, the Protestant Episcopal Church was an offshoot of the Church of England, founded by Samuel Seabury, in the American Colonies in the 18th Century, John and Charles Wesley founded the Methodist Church in England in 1774.  and that same year , in London, Theophilus Lindley, founded the Unitarian Church, and the Latter Day Saints, The Mormon Church, was founded by Joseph Smith in 1829.  In 18888, the Salvation Army was founded by William Booth in London.

In the Protestant tradition, hundreds of other religions have started in the last 100 years: Church of the Nazarenth, Pentecostal Church, Holiness Church, Assemblies of God, and many Bible and Evangelical and non-denominational Churches, as well as Jehovah’s Witnesses.

The Bible has served to bring the word of God.  All of these Churches worship differently yet they unite in our Lord.  I have been to most and know the good intended for all through the teachings of Jesus.  I love so many hymns… Keep Reading

To Be Patient Is to Be at Peace

The calm before the storm is said to be ominous yet I always long for the calm I associate with patience and peace.  Things turn out better when done calmly.

Today…in about forty-five minutes, I will ring a bell at home in memory of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

I am holding down the little girl ready to leave the scene…I remember that day…My mother is standing on the left.

I am always saddened by the conversations fueling a battle no one ought to be fighting.  God has created us differently.  Our physical characteristics don’t determine our characters.  The development of who we become as persons stands to be best understood by our Maker.  I wish we could appreciate our differences, even as men and women.

I was born and raised in Brazil, and my father worked in Mato Grosso measuring the land along with a team of men accustomed to the terrain.  My mother and I also lived in the compound as I can best describe it.  We were side by side with men, women, and children of Portuguese origin and mostly black folks.  I wrote a piece years ago that I will publish another time.  The truth is I did not hear of racism until I came to the United States of America at the age of fourteen.  It seemed so strange to hear people talk about the Civil War, Yankees, and racism.  It is as my parents explained it back then an attack on skin color as antisemitism is against the Jewish folk.   I listened and learned as much as I could along with speaking English, my fourth new language. Keep Reading

Be Needed

You so matter in this world, every ounce of you must know it.

No sloth can justify hanging like a sheet on the line in the wind because that cloth serves a great purpose.  How many more things can we think of that can match the luxury of sleeping on a bed with clean sheets?  Surely the launderers have a place in heaven.  The chief cook and bottle washer takes the prize for generating the delicacies that all of us hunger to consume.  Everybody is needed to perform the mundane tasks to the more exquisite placement of the just part in its perfect place like in a car assembly line, and once that is understood, love appears.

There is movement in being needed and we swirl and twirl to do that which we enjoy so it is often said that to find doing something you love means never having to go to work.  Ouch!  Work ought not be such an uncomfortable word.  In fact, it is the very thing that brings us discovery.  I think it produces love, no kidding.  Responsibilities fulfilled are huge acts of love.

Sometimes I just get a feeling the prayers in my thoughts find signs of love.

LET ME SHARE A CLIP I ENJOY WHILE PEELING POTATOES:

”  I don’t like work… but I like what is in work–the chance to find yourself.  Your own reality–for yourself, not for others–which no other man can ever know.”  __Joseph Conrad

Oh, it is true.  In that process of doing, we find ourselves for who we are and the secret is ours to keep… or not.  The nugget of wisdom  here is that no sloth has yet emerged from slumber to discover a greater reality, a more fulfilling state of being.

We have been bombarded by a storm that flung the cones off the pine trees as if a giant sized jar of marbles were spilled on the grass everywhere…  The exercise of picking them up one by one is good for the mind, body, and soul, not to mention the curb appeal or the life of the lawn mower.

I think of the pleasures received and given because they all fill a need as well…  Kind acts of love do cascade…

God bless you one and all…

PS: I am so grateful to Stela Galben for including the ducks on her visit to Belgrad last autumn…  I needed just that to complete the blog of the letter N and to be needed…