01.25.19 Saying Goodbye to Dora

Image result for when things come to an endFriday, January 25, 2019 – The day has come when Dora pulled out of her driveway for the last time. At 6:30 am, her new daddy Patrick left here with Dora headed to the west coast to her new home where she’ll meet her new mom and family!

Here is a video showing our last look at her.  Bye sweet thing!

Yesterday, Thursday, Chip (our youngest son) drove us to the New Orleans airport where we met up with Patrick who had flown in here from California. We were early and his plane landed early! We liked him from moment one. Chip took us all out to eat at Dot’s Diner on Williams Blvd. in Kenner. I had a delicious philly cheesesteak! It was big I brought some home!

Next, we went to our friend Ron’s home (he’s a notary) to sign our agreement and have it all notarized.  Here we are at the Big Moment! Thanks Ron for always being a great friend!

We made our way across the lake to our home showing Patrick all the swamps along the way!  He then got to meet Dora face to face.  I gave him my short tour of Dora. I look rather worried in the second photo below.  I wasn’t but maybe that’s my serious look! When Roy made it home he and Patrick spent hours going over all of Dora’s functions and systems.

This should be our last blog post under the Dora and the Explorers theme.  In a few days the site will be down while I get the new look and new theme in place.  It will look totally different but the address will always be rosalynandroy.com and if you are currently a follower you will continue to be a follower.

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Ya’ll come back now, ya’ hear!

 

01.21.19 Our Superhero Swooped In!

We are not the superheros. I just remembered we had this photo and it made me smile so I’m sharing!

Monday, January 21, 2019 – You know how sometimes you have a friend that you haven’t seen in forever and you need something from them?  You contact them and being the special person they are they don’t hang up, even though it’s been forever since you talked last, and now you’re calling needing something!

Well, not only do they not hang up but they end up doing way more than you asked for.  Just cause they are that kind of person!

Our friend that just did this is John S. known by most as Chip S.  No, our Chip Chauvin was not named after him but he is the person named Chip that we got the idea from.  Chip is our son’s real name but Chip is John’s nickname.

Long, long ago before we had our sons I worked as a legal secretary for Chip at a law firm in New Orleans.  I’m not really sure how I came to work there but I remember eating a lot of Charles Chips there and him playing the guitar.  I again worked for him at a different law firm a couple of years later.  I believe it was during that time that Chip started writing a novel.  I was blessed to be the one who typed what he wrote during that time. We even went to Oak Alley Plantation one time to gather information for the novel.

We went our separate way but Chip sent us his family’s Christmas photo card each year so I got to watch his two sons grow up that way.  Maybe every five years or so we’d contact each other and then there was Facebook.  He continued to sporadically write his novel and now 40 plus years later he’s finished and it is being published!  The story line changed drastically over the years but the part I typed is still somewhere in there!  I’ve read parts of it and I think it’s great.  When it’s published and I get to read it I will be sharing about it here!

When we began communicating with the family that Dora is going to California to live with they sent us an agreement to consider that they entered into with someone else whose RV notes they took over.  We reached out to Chip to just review it.  We wound up having in depth conversations about various options he pointed out that we had with Dora.  He made important phone calls on our behalf and really helped us see much more than what we were focused on.  He listened to all our thoughts and concerns and explained so many things to us that helped us make our final decision. I’d rather not explain it all here but he once again proved why we will always be friends.  He didn’t lead us to make any specific decision, he just informed us so we could make a good decision.

He just finalized the agreement we will sign with the couple from California.  It is perfect for this unusual situation and I believe protects us and the other couple very well. Through this process I’ve felt so comforted to know that this Superhero attorney was on our side and had our best interest at heart.

Thanks Chip, from the bottom of our heart for your advice, support, guidance.  Anyone looking for an attorney superhero let me know and I’ll give you his contact information.

Ya’ll come back now, ya’ hear!

 

 

 

01.16.19 Church is Hard, by Arianna Freelen

I sat in a meeting. The discussion was heated. The conversation heavy.

Hearts were burdened. Chests were puffed. Sorrow, pain, arrogance, curiosity, humility, fear, courage, and forgiveness sat together in a single room.

As I looked around the church, I just kept thinking—

Church is hard.

Church is hard for the person walking through the doors, afraid of judgement.

Church is hard for the pastor’s family, under the microscope of an entire body.

Church is hard for the prodigal soul returning home, broken and battered by the world.

Church is hard for the girl who looks like she has it all together, but doesn’t.

Church is hard for the couple who fought the entire ride to service.

Church is hard for the single mom, surrounded by couples holding hands, and seemingly perfect families.

Church is hard for the widow and widower with no invitation to lunch after service.

Church is hard for the deacon with an estranged child.

Church is hard for the person singing worship songs, overwhelmed by the weight of the lyrics.

Church is hard for the man insecure in his role as a leader.

Church is hard for the wife who longs to be led by a righteous man.

Church is hard for the nursery volunteer who desperately longs for a baby to love.

Church is hard for the single woman and single man, praying God brings them a mate.

Church is hard for the teenage girl, wearing a scarlet letter, ashamed of her mistakes.

Church is hard for the sinners.

Church is hard for me.

It’s hard because on the outside it all looks shiny and perfect. Sunday best in behavior and dress.

However, underneath those layers, you find a body of imperfect people, carnal souls, selfish motives.

But, here is the beauty of church—

Church isn’t a building, mentality, or expectation.

Church is a body.

Church is a group of sinners, saved by grace, living in fellowship as saints.

Church is a body of believers bound as brothers and sisters by an eternal love.

Church is a holy ground where sinners stand as equals before the Throne of Grace.

Church is a refuge for broken hearts and a training ground for mighty warriors.

Church is a converging of confrontation and invitation. Where sin is confronted and hearts are invited to seek restoration.

Church is a lesson in faith and trust.

Church is a bearer of burdens and a giver of hope.

Church is a family. A family coming together, setting aside differences, forgetting past mistakes, rejoicing in the smallest of victories.

Church, the body, and the circle of sinners-turned-saints, is where He resides, and if we ask, He is faithful to come.

So even on the hard days at church—

The days when I am at odds with a friend, When I’ve fought with my husband because we’re late once again. When I’ve walked in bearing burdens heavier than my heart can handle, yet masking the pain with a smile on my face. When I’ve worn a scarlet letter, under the microscope. When I’ve longed for a baby to hold, or fought tears as the lyrics were sung. When I’ve walked back in, afraid and broken, after walking away.

I’ll remember, He has never failed to meet me there.

Church is a body, a family, a place to love God and love others through our struggles!

I love MY church!!