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Posted on 08/20/2012 6:00:41 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska
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Hi!...((HUGS))
Social networks on the Internet are on the rise. Even when separated by great distance, people are still able to gain insights and a listening ear from peers on-line. Blogs, Twitter, e-mail, and Web links add to the ways we can receive and give spiritual guidance.
But it’s also valuable to meet face to face with mature believers for mentoring. “Elisha . . . followed Elijah” (1 Kings 19:21), and Paul mentored Timothy as “a true son in the faith” (1 Tim. 1:2). He even admonished Timothy to set up a chain of mentoring which would multiply spiritual growth (2 Tim. 2:2). Moses exhorted parents to teach their children throughout their day: “when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up” (Deut. 6:7). The Master Teacher, Christ Himself, illustrated how to mentor: “He appointed twelve, that they might be with Him and that He might send them out” (Mark 3:14).
From these passages we see the value of meeting face to face in a variety of settings so that we can sharpen one another spiritually (Prov. 27:17). Along life’s journey, there are times when we can benefit from a wise guide or provide this same service to one who wants to follow.
Read: 1 Kings 19:19-21
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(((HUGS)))
I am surprised the Forestall is still afloat.
My Uncle served on that ship during Vietnam and she was old then.
Good afternoon and Aloha, Hawaii...((HUGS))...any sun today?
Any good news today? Did you make your mainland calls satisfactorily yesterday?
Rain off and on since Saturday night. Off right now, but threatening.
Knew this was Newport!!! Did OCS there & it was my duty station while in navy. A great place in summer & nice weather but holy schmoly.. winter is terrible
Good evening, ML...((HUGS))...more rain?
I think Linda would love riding in a side car. d:o)
Off and on rain here all day.
Oh yes...lots of thunder and lightening too.
I KNOW Linda would love that.
The greatest joy of her life is riding in the car with the windows down.
I knew it was old.....
I am off for home...back shortly.
Good thread...I lived there for a few years between Middletown and on base in Navy housing. My dad was the XO on a destroyer (USS Bristol) that did quarantine duty during the Cuban Missile Crisis.
Before my parents passed away, we went on base and found the house...my God, it was so small. They raised six kids in this minuscule ranch house, I have no idea how.
I have some memories of that place, even though I was pretty young.
One of my favorite memories is when my dad came back from a Med cruise, and had all kinds of stuff for us...he had a camel saddle for each of us, and we had those scruffy things for years...I remember they always smelled funny when it rained, as if the cushions had been stuffed with scroungy camel hair.
He would take us down to the ship, and the cooks would give us celery with peanut butter!
My mom was driving us somewhere in the family wagon (a red 1958 Plymouth) and she picked up a hitchhiking sailor in his blues and duffel bag. Picking up a sailor with six kids in the car...I never asked, but I suspect he must have been a crew member from my dad’s ship that she recognized. My mom was a very good looking woman, and I always wondered what the sailor thought of that...
I went to Nursery school and kindergarden at the Cluny School, run by the nuns from the Cluny order. My brother told me years later they were an order that did a lot of missionary work in Africa, and Newport was considered rest and recreation duty for them. They seemed huge to me, wearing the traditional black “penguin habits”. They had enormous wooden crosses with large wooden beads around their waists, and had square toed black calf-high boots. They were the most wonderful nuns I have ever encountered in my life. They had beautiful, gentle personalities, and were very patient. One of the funniest things was, my brother went down there a few years ago, and there was an ancient nun there who remembered our family of six kids, particularly my younger sister. Apparently, my sister (who must have been four) hit one of the nuns...:)
Living there, my mother was teaching me the alphabet. When I was able to recite the alphabet, she bought me a toy as a gift, “The Fighting Lady”, a large plastic destroyer that had wheels and guns that fired things (a toy not to be sold in these wimpified times today!) That was probably the best toy I ever got (next to the GI Joe with the Mercury capsule and the rocket that used baking soda and vinegar as propellant!)
But by far, my favorite story that I remember is my mother taking all of us to some department store while my dad was at sea. Somehow, my brothers convinced her to buy them both the most amazing squirt guns that were the equivalent to super soaker types you see today. They looked like a standard pump action shotgun, and you filled the entire thing with water! Just amazing. Anyway, I remember being in the car on the way home as my mother admonished my brothers not to play with them inside the house. Of course, as soon as they filled them, they began squirting them at each other in the house. I watched through the dining room window in fascination and horror as my poor, stressed out mother, her hair literally standing on end, smashed both of the the squirt guns on the leg of the rusty swing set that was in the large common area that all the navy houses there shared!
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