Sunday, January 14, 2018

AA "church"

The first time I took my kids to go celebrate a relative's getting a chip at AA on a Sunday, they each said that they loved "AA church," to which we all chuckled, related to, but knew AA wasn't *really* a church.

After so many years with a loved one in program, I don't see much of a difference anymore. 

We are all sinners. We all need our Higher Power's help. We need community to help us and to help. 

When I first went to The Episcopal Church, one of the things that I loved most was reciting the general confession - we all said it in unison. We all know that we ourselves are sinners. We all know that the person sitting next to us is, too. Then, afterward, we shake hands and offer the peace of God to all - to make amends with those we've had hard feelings against, and to hug those that we love, as well.

The simpler we can keep God, the better. 

♥ Melody

P.S. This is the confession that I spoke of (The Book of Common Prayer; pg 360)
Most merciful God,
we confess that we have sinned against you
in thought, word, and deed,
by what we have done,
and by what we have left undone.
We have not loved you with our whole heart;
we have not loved our neighbors as ourselves.
We are truly sorry and we humbly repent.
For the sake of your Son Jesus Christ,
have mercy on us and forgive us;
that we may delight in your will,
and walk in your ways,
to the glory of your Name. Amen.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Pixelating Patch's Picture


What I really wanted to do it is make it look like a tapestry, but this is as close as I could get it. I'll keep searching....

(Updated)
I think I like this one best:


♥ Melody

Our Cats ♥

A couple of weeks before Bethie died, I found an abandoned kitty in the attic of our garage. At first, I was going to give him to a pet store to be sold, but when Beth died, we decided to keep him.


This is Patch. I guestimate that he was born around August 2017, so that would make him 5 months old now. He is a royal pain in the neck! And we all dearly love him.

Our other cat, Tilly, is getting up there in years. He was also a rescue from the garage attic. He was left behind with 2 siblings (the story can be found here), and he and Black Jack survived. 

Black Jack was sent outside to live after he peed on my bed (repeatedly!) several years ago, but Tilly has been a wonderful cat. I can't believe that he'll be 9 this year.


There are lots of pics of Til throughout this blog, but this one from 2010 has got to be my favorite:

I also dearly love that kiddo in the pic with him. ♥

Have a wonderful day! 
♥ Melody