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Disclaimer: The chaplain gave his full permission for the writing of this post (I think).
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Those who know the chaplain know him to be cautious and as described by his daughter in law “usually poised.”
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Well, after a full day of work we jumped into the truck and took off to a little fishing hole not too far away from the homestead.  The weather was perfect…all systems were go for a late afternoon fishing excursion. On these after work outings the chaplain relaxes as he casts his line and I enjoy the quiet pre-dusk hours with a good book.
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On this most recent excursion, as the chaplain was doing a double check on the trolling motor I suddenly saw arms flailing, legs flying and water splashing! I heard myself laughing hysterically as the chaplain yelled: “Oh! Oh! Oooohhhh! I fell in! I fell in! I can’t believe I fell in!”

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Oh, I wish I had the presence of mind to capture the moment with video.
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The moment was too funny not to share it with others.  So I did…
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…and I am.
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Plan to shop for some water shoes

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May also add a change of clothes to keep in the boat

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Time for a new wallet...and cell phone

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The cool thing is the chaplain laughed too—so much so that he could hardly get back into the boat. I think we’ll be laughing about this one for a long time. Oh, but it didn’t keep him from fishing!

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We can go overboard with work and life, can’t we? The chaplain has realized he needs to make time to relax and do something fun. Work hard and play hard, laugh at yourself—and once in awhile go overboard!
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©Brenda Pace, 2012

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The refrain of a song from yesterday’s Easter service is playing over and over in my head:

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The same power that raised Christ from the dead
Lives in me, lives in me!

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What does that mean for me today, on this day after Easter–and every day?

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A. W. Tozer wrote that the resurrection brought about a change of direction for the believers–instead of a focus on death, there was a focus on life:

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“Let us be confident that our power does not lie in the manger at Bethlehem nor in the relics of the Cross. True spiritual power resides in the victory of the mighty, resurrected Lord of glory, who could pronounce after spoiling death: “All power is given me in heaven and in earth.” The power of the Christian believer lies in the Savior’s triumph of eternal glory! Christ’s resurrection brought about a startling change of direction for the believers. Sadness and fear and mourning marked the direction of their religion before they knew that Jesus was raised from the dead-their direction was towards the grave. When they heard the angelic witness, “He is risen, as He said,” the direction immediately shifted away from the tomb “He is risen, indeed!” If this is not the meaning of Easter, the Christian church is involved only in a shallow one-day festival each year. Thankfully, the resurrection morning was only the beginning of a great, vast outreach that has never ended-and will not end until our Lord Jesus Christ comes back again!”

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What will resurrection power look like in my life–in your life–today?

©Brenda Pace, 2012
Remember when buying that new Easter outfit was such a special event?
Man, those big skirts were great,weren’t they?

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It’s pretty obvious from the photo below that I enjoyed dressing up for Easter! Check out that pose!

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I also remember when I realized Easter wasn’t just about a new outfit.
One day it dawned on me that the new outfit was simply a symbol of the new life I have in Christ–
all because of the resurrection.

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I miss the days of Easter bonnets and frilly dresses,
but I still love to celebrate the holy-day of Easter!
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He lives! He lives!

Christ Jesus lives today!

He walks with me and talks with me

Along life’s narrow way.

He lives, He lives

Salvation to impart

You ask me how I know He lives:

He lives within my heart!

(Alfred Ackley)

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©Brenda Pace, 2012
My brother is four years younger than me. People who believe in birth order tell you when there are four or more years difference in age between children it’s as if each is an only child. There may be some truth to that hypothesis in our case. That is not to say my brother is not a significant part of my life. In fact, my first memory is of the day he was brought home from the hospital.  He was a quiet child to whom, (as illustrated by the alarming, sweet photo below) I’m sure I could have shown more kindness!
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Time has been the greatest separator for sibling closeness.  As we grew up I was in junior high when he was in elementary school. I was in high school when he was in junior high. I was in college when he was in high school. I married and moved away as he became an adult.
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Well, I’ve moved back to the town in which my brother homesteaded.  My little brother has the reputation of being an excellent contractor. He’s known for his work ethic, his attention to detail and his integrity. My desire was to live in a house he built and today that desire is a reality. My brother built me a house. It is a good and solid house. It is a well-crafted and carefully constructed house. It is a house I am so very proud to say, “My brother built it for me.” Thanks little brother! You are THE BEST!
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©Brenda Pace, 2012

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This says it all! The chaplain and I are in serious nesting mode.

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Things are finally settling from boxes and paper to normal living.

For over 30 years the chaplain and I have been moving to places we knew would only be home for 1-3 years.

The fact that this could be the final time to unpack brings mixed emotions.

I certainly won’t miss unpacking over and over again.

I’m wondering as time goes by what things I will miss, though. Time will tell…

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On the day we moved into our house I found this sweet hummingbird fluttering in the garage.

I identified with the sense of disorientation communicated by the frantic fluttering of this little bird.

As I went from room to room I didn’t know where to begin

in the process to make this new space a home.

But, slowly and surely it is becoming home–truly Home Sweet Home.

©Brenda Pace, 2012