Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Fashion


I’ve always wanted to participate in a word-of-the-day or photo challenge on WordPress. While I think of an idea or even pull up a photo, a busy schedule usually sets me on another path and the challenge is over before I can post!

Today, I’m joining in for Cee Cee’s photo challenge: Fashion. My eldest daughter is a fashion guru and took these photos of my youngest a month ago. It was a particular feat, as my baby does NOT like her picture taken, barely stands holiday and vacation photos, and really protests any form of “posing”. Let’s just say her older sister basically coerced her into this for her own social media needs in her fashion world!

 

The Book of Kells🇮🇪

Moving on to Ireland, one of our first stops was to visit The Book of Kells at Trinity College in Dublin.

We learned that this book contains the four gospels, created by monks in the 9th century. Historians appear to struggle with where exactly it was created but believe locations were likely in Scotland, Ireland and/or other areas of Britain. Spectacular illustrations. Ireland’s oldest artifact.

As a visitor, perhaps it was the time of year but it was crowded. When I started looking at reviews for The Book of Kells (after we were home), I realized that most people comment about the amount of people and the small space. The room where the one book exists, tourists swarm around the glass-enclosed case and it’s difficult to linger and appreciate the book’s antiquity when your fellow man is waiting their turn for a peek. Something that detailed, illustrated and old is something I would have liked to spend more time with.

That said, the visit is worthwhile, as to see something this precious to a country is special.

Book of Kells

We did tour The Long Room as well at Trinity College and that was incredible…that post next!

Vacation!

True friends are few and hard to find. My precious one of 20 years lost her cancer battle and went to be with Jesus three years ago. Her daughter has grown to be my bonus 4th child.

There was deep, profound loss and heartbreak that we all endured but God has restored us in many ways. Last year, my friend’s daughter fell in love with a fun-loving young man. Her “destination wedding” is in Europe. I have never been there before, but we sent our oldest daughter (22yrs. old now) for a 10-day school trip when she was 17. Both of my daughters are in the wedding and we’ll stay for a week after to visit two countries. It’s been such joy preparing alongside the bride, but I’ve certainly shed some tears thinking about my friend.

On a lighter note, the girls gowns are carefully packed, ready for an international flight and I’ll be back online in a couple of weeks!

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“Old” Hands Gave LIFE

See the source imageLittle children rub their grandparents hands with love. Teenagers sometimes make rude comments about “old people skin”. Such a comment was recently spoken by a random stranger to her friends about an elderly person next to her. The young girl was probably fortunate that it was in speedy-passing without us continuing to share space or she may have received a friendly one-minute dissertation about what goes into giving LIFE to others.

Of course God gives us LIFE. But those elderly hands clutching a shopping cart? The elderly hands shaking as they reach for the cold medicine alongside you at the market? They ensured many people experienced a good life on this earth.

“Old” hands aren’t old…they are alive with LIFE.

We must gently sensitize our increasingly desensitized youth about what their elders did with those aging hands they are quick to grimace at.

Those aging hands we see?

They lovingly caressed, nurtured and tended to babies; those babies grew to healthy adults by those hands;

Those hands cleaned toilets and dishes and floors…again and again and again to keep an orderly, neat home that others enjoyed;

They painted and wallpapered to make kids’ bedrooms fun, happy places;

They selected good food from markets, drove it home, washed it, chopped it, cooked it, stored it…feeding their families and bringing meals to others;

Those hands wiped away tears from their children’s cheeks…and from their own – shed for their children;

Those hands made birthday celebrations happen, brought sparkle and wonder to their family’s Christmases and took countless photographs marking the events to give their loved ones memories to fill their hearts in years to come;

Those hands tightly squeezed together… folded in prayer…leaned on a weary forehead…emphasizing their family’s endless needs before a Holy God;

Those aging hands are covered in service, servanthood, beauty, and LIFE that was given to countless people.

Years earlier, those aged hands were young, excited, newlywed hands.

And, they were once upon a time perfect little baby hands…

Let us respect the hands that gave their youth blessing others…

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