**I even tried to put a picture in... but after 3 times, it won't let me... so just words... sorry THIS IS NOT simply fun family happenings...
thanks for indulging my eccentric need for words,
and allowing me an occasional indulgence :)
no offense if you choose to scroll down to pictures!
I still haven't gotten things quite boiled down, but I must write this now, or I'll lose it...
BASKETBALL: 5 on 5
Yesterday morning, Troy and I sat talking before he was off to his various appointments
(made and yet to be made) for the day...
Troy has played basketball at the FLC for 30 or so years every MWF morning. He has become the venerable "old man" to whom all the young guys point and say...
"see basketball surely can be a lifetime sport".
(just had to put that in there for you my love!!! amazing man that you are!)
the situation: Troy had been out of pocket and unable to go to the gym for a week or so. There was a newer young guy who didn't know "how we do it"... and at the first game tie... Troy called for 3 more minutes on the clock to resolve the tie (a must in the first game... each "team" goes winner on court for 2 games and then off). Younger guy says "we always put up 2 minutes"... thus the dilemma... "we ALWAYS...."
My questions ensued
How do the new guys learn the "way you play the game?"
Why are they willing to do it the same way?
Why does your way work and the others not?
VALUE ON NUMBER NOT ON ABILITY:
.......what great answers for a 5 on 5 game (notice the numbers)
part of they way they do "it" doesn't allow for "picked" teams... they are NUMBERED as they come in the door...ensuring that there are no "stacked" teams (after the initial sorting.....I believe that the handsome mature guy is usually allowed this because he is a good judge of abilities and knows most of the players who come in)
The placement on a team has nothing to do with ability and everything to do with your NUMBER.
(notice the post of January 6th... my word...
valuable paintings are marked/signed and numbered)
Throughout the conversation of the "game" were all sorts of confirmations for my "word".
THE MESSENGER (DiCianni) SIGNED and NUMBERED:
Also... a Christmas painting that had been requested and we'd been told could NOT have a limited status... came in "signed and numbered"......valuable! amazing
ALIGNMENT:
throughout the past year... numbers on clocks, calendars, cd and MP3 tracks, signs, everywhere were randomly and VERY often lined up perfectly.... too often to be happenstance... I'd begun (and still see it) to see it as a gift of my LORD to tell me....."I've got it straight Carla... it is all in order.... it is or will be right"
to me it was like my LORD handing me a rose each time I noticed or saw this!
WORDS:
restoration; rebuilding; renewed; realigned; and finally.....and for me this year most importantly
RESOLVED (definition follows)
MESSAGE:
1) They/you shall know the way because they/you will recognize the signs and marks! (2009)
(I must quality that the signs and marks may not simply be on a "path/trail", they may well be in a person that must be recognized)
2) Do not handle the holy things of God casually
(this is once again coming into view for this year!)
SCRIPTURE:
Malachi (see Logos and Rhema)
Hebrews
Ezekiel 37:22-38
Psalm 37 (promise for the children)
RESOLVE (defined)
–verb (used with object)
1.
to come to a definite or earnest decision about; determine (to do something):
I have resolved that I shall live to the full.
2.
to separate into constituent or elementary parts; break up; cause or disintegrate
(usually fol. by into).
3.
to reduce or convert by, or as by, breaking up or disintegration (usually fol. by to or into).
4.
to convert or transform by any process (often used reflexively).
5.
to reduce by mental analysis (often fol. by into).
6.
to settle, determine, or state formally in a vote or resolution, as of a deliberative assembly.
7.
to deal with (a question, a matter of uncertainty, etc.) conclusively; settle; solve: to resolve the question before the board.
8.
to clear away or dispel (doubts, fears, etc.); answer: to resolve any doubts we may have had.
9.
Chemistry. to separate (a racemic mixture) into optically active components.
10.
Music. to cause (a voice part or the harmony as a whole) to progress
from a dissonance to a consonance.
11.
Optics. to separate and make visible the individual parts of (an image); distinguish between.
12.
Medicine/Medical. to cause (swellings, inflammation, etc.) to disappear without suppuration.–verb (used without object)
13.
to come to a determination; make up one's mind; determine (often fol. by on or upon):
to resolve on a plan of action.
14.
to break up or disintegrate.
15.
to be reduced or changed by breaking up or otherwise (usually fol. by to or into).
16.
Music. to progress from a dissonance to a consonance.–noun
17.
a resolution or determination made, as to follow some course of action.
18.
firmness of purpose or intent; determination.
Origin: 1325–75; ME resolven (v.) re+ solvere to loosen;
see solve
Lord show me.. teach me... make my heart malleable in YOUR sovereign hands!
My Dad is the second from the end of the mule (her name is Deevy)
My grandad was one of the first mule team drivers to carry some of the first oil rigs across Texas.
One of my Dad's best stories is about his rescue of a small deer that he raised by hand feeding it from a coke bottle with a nipple attached. I remember always crying at the thought of my dad as a little boy having to take his home raised deer back into the woods to release it knowing that it would probably not make it in the wild... yet, because the Park Ranger was going to enforce the law about wild animals being kept... my dad had to comply. It still makes me cry.
Oil has run in my family like blood from the earth. 
My Dad's dad wore a hard hat and worked the oil field, and my dad did the same!
My grandad was one of the first mule team drivers to carry some of the first oil rigs across Texas.
One of my Dad's best stories is about his rescue of a small deer that he raised by hand feeding it from a coke bottle with a nipple attached. I remember always crying at the thought of my dad as a little boy having to take his home raised deer back into the woods to release it knowing that it would probably not make it in the wild... yet, because the Park Ranger was going to enforce the law about wild animals being kept... my dad had to comply. It still makes me cry.
Oil has run in my family like blood from the earth. 
My Dad's dad wore a hard hat and worked the oil field, and my dad did the same!
