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It has been, and continues to be, a wonderful and amazing journey to what is now Harmony Radio, but God is so faithful. He has helped us with this change every step of the way, and continues to do so. We have learned so much from all of our efforts in trying to make this change as smooth and hassle-free as possible for everyone. We appreciate your patience as we continue to make changes and improvements.

As before, you will find tips, recipes, stories, great websites I love to visit, and so much more! For your convenience, the old Serendipity Radio entries have also been included on this page, as well as any entries since our name change. Thank you so much for visiting. I hope you enjoy your stay!

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November 4, 2019

November is here, already! My goodness, before you know it, Christmas will be here! I got to thinking about (and planning for) Thanksgiving, and holidays, in general, and all those people who have it tough at this time of year, for one reason or another. So many of us here in the US have been so blessed with so many things which we often take for granted--friends, family, enough food to sustain us, a roof over our heads and a warm place to come home to. 

Loss comes in many forms. Whether the loss of a loved one or the loss of a job, loss is always a difficult part of our life's journey. But the kindness and caring of friends, loved ones, co-workers and others can restore our faith, hope and joy, and gives us renewed courage and strength to carry on.

I came across an inspiring and thought-provoking article on this subject that I hope you will find helpful and encouraging. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Healing Ministry in a Mason Jar

A Simple Jar of Soup Lovingly Offered During A Time of Heartbreak Leads to A Program to Help Others

by Michelle Cox

Vegetable soup and cornbread healed her soul and sparked an idea to help others.

The following story is from Dee Dee Parker. I think you’ll be inspired by her story. --Michelle

Have you ever tasted manna from heaven? I have. No, it wasn’t the food supplied to the Israelites wandering in the wilderness that I tasted. My manna was delivered to my front door, in of all things, a mason jar accompanied by a golden cake of cornbread. It came to me at my time of deepest weariness and heartbreak.

“Would you like some homemade vegetable soup?” my friend asked, holding a jar out to me. “Hope you don’t mind the jar. It was the easiest way for me to transport the soup without spilling it.” The aroma of vegetables and a rich beef broth teased my sense of smell, awakening a need I didn’t realize existed.

“I am so sorry about Brooke,” she said, “so very sorry.”

My precious daughter, Brooke, had passed away a few days before from breast cancer. She was diagnosed at 28 and had fought for four years. I’d been her caregiver, moving to her home, leaving my husband to care for my elderly mother.  

I was exhausted from weeks of not sleeping or eating. I’d spent the last days of my daughter’s life sitting by her bedside, and then I received a call from the hospital back home that my husband had experienced a terrible fall and would have surgery the next morning.

Brooke’s life here on earth was ebbing, and I was torn between leaving her and going to my husband’s side.

Unbelievably, I also learned my mother had a heart attack and had been admitted to another hospital. I asked God to guide me. I didn’t know what to do or where to go.

Brooke encouraged me to go be with my husband before his surgery. I traveled four hours and sat and prayed with him, and then I left and held my mother’s hand before returning to my daughter.

A few days after Brooke’s death, both my mother and husband returned home from their respective hospitals. Without any rest, I was thrown back into the role of caregiver. I was exhausted and brokenhearted.

I accepted the jar of soup and cornbread that day thinking I wouldn’t be able to eat any but thankful for the loving gesture. But that night as the taste of the warm soup flowed through my body, the beginning of healing flowed through my soul.

I thought about the many people who were going through illness and heartbreak and what a simple meal would mean to them. From that, a ministry was born.

After my husband’s health was restored and my mother’s heavenly home-going had been celebrated, I prepared for my new ministry by doing the following:

Praying for ministry direction
Asking for donations of jars
Asking others to share coupons for soup ingredients
Making soup and freezing batches
Making cards (to accompany the soup) to share the love of Jesus

With my plan in order, I launched Manna in a Mason Jar. I found many opportunities to share my faith and concern in my community by helping others weather bereavement, illness, the birth of a baby. I even welcomed new neighbors with jars of soup.

Before each delivery of soup and cornbread, I pray that it will minister to the recipient and will open a channel of conversation in which I can share my faith.  

The joy I’ve found in delivering the food in His name is immeasurable. I give thanks that my ministry came by way of a humble mason jar. What ministry could you do for Him?

…As each one has received a special gift, employ it in serving one another… (1 Peter 4:8-10)

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September 9, 2019

I am an animal and all-around nature lover. Some would even call me a tree hugger...chuckles. I have always loved the outdoors and all of God's beautiful and amazing creation. There is so much beauty and wonder all around us, no matter where we may call home. We don't have to go very far to experience it.

I was surfing the net recently and I chanced upon a touching and heartwarming article. I hope you enjoy reading it!

The following article is courtesy of https://www.adaptnetwork.com:

This Penguin Swims 5,000 Miles Every Year for A Reunion with the Man Who Saved Its Life

Each year Din Din spends approximately eight months with Joao and is believed to spend the rest of the time breeding off the coast of Argentina and Chile.

by Ben Gray

This has got to be one of the most heartwarming wildlife stories we’ve ever published on ADAPT.

This little South American Magellanic penguin swims 5,000 miles, to a beach in Brazil, every year in order to be reunited with the man who saved its life. It sounds like something out of a fairytale, but it’s true!

71-year-old retired bricklayer and part-time fisherman Joao Pereira de Souza, who lives in an island village just outside Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, found the small Magellanic penguin lying on rocks at his local beach in 2011.

The penguin was covered in oil and running out of time fast. Joao rescued the penguin, naming it Din Din, cleaned the oil off its feathers and fed him a daily diet of fish to rebuild its strength.

After a week of rehabilitation, Joao attempted to release the penguin back into the wild. However, Din Din had already formed a family bond with his rescuer and wouldn’t leave.

This Penguin swims 5,000 miles every year for a reunion with the man who saved his life

“He stayed with me for 11 months and then, just after he changed his coat with new feathers, he disappeared,” Joao recalls.

The little guy wasn’t gone long though and just a few months later, he was back at the same beach. He spotted Joao fishing and followed him home, staying with him for the rest of the year.

Amazingly, this cycle has continued over the past five years; each year Din Din spends approximately eight months with Joao and is believed to spend the rest of the time breeding on the Patagonia coasts of Argentina and Chile.

It’s thought that Din Din swims up to 5,000 miles between the Patagonia coasts of Argentina and Chile and Rio de Janeiro.

“I love the penguin like it’s my own child and I believe the penguin loves me,” Joao told Globo TV. “No one else is allowed to touch him. He pecks them if they do. He lays on my lap, lets me give him showers, allows me to feed him sardines and to pick him up.

“Everyone said he wouldn’t return but he has been coming back to visit me for the past five years. He arrives in June and leaves to go home in February and every year he becomes more affectionate as he appears even happier to see me.”

Professor Krajewski, a biologist who interviewed the fisherman for Globo TV, told The Independent: “I have never seen anything like this before. I think the penguin believes Joao is part of his family and probably a penguin as well. When he sees him he wags his tail like a dog and honks with delight.”

Din Din has formed a family bond with Joao. 
Penguins live for about 25 years and are known for their loyalty to their mates, staying with the same partner until they die.

However, environmentalists warn that, while hundreds of the Magellanic species are known to naturally migrate thousands of miles north in search of food, there has been a worrying rise in the phenomenon of oceanic creatures washing up on Brazil’s beaches.

Professor David Zee, an oceanographer from Rio de Janeiro’s State University, said the increase is due in part to global climatic changes.

He explained: “Every year the strong ocean currents from the Falkland region traps and brings many species of seals, whales, dolphins, turtles and penguins to the Brazilian coast. This is becoming more problematic due to environmental changes and the increasing frequency of el Niño, in which the Pacific Ocean is warming up for prolonged periods of time.

“The marine creatures get confused and lost as they are dragged away on the surf from their normal habitat and end up in areas where they are unable to survive.”

Professor Zee added that sea animals face “increased danger with the ongoing contamination of the oceans with oil and other derivatives” spilt by oil tankers.

Luckily the ending for Joao and Din Din has been a happy one, even though it is illegal in Brazil to keep wild animals as pets.

Professor Krajewski said: “Professionals who work with animals try to avoid relationships like this occurring so they are able to reintroduce the animal into the wild. But in this isolated case the authorities allowed Din Din to stay with Joao because of his kindness.”

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August 19, 2019

My goodness! It has been so-o-o-o long since I've updated this blog! My sincere apologies to everyone for the extraordinarily long lapse! I hadn't intended this to be the case. But unfortunately, life happens, and sometimes it happens at a breakneck pace, I'm afraid. Again, my sincere apologies; I will try to be more consistent. However, I may have to close this portion of the site down if I find I am unable to add to it on a more regular basis.

It's hard to believe that summer is almost over. It seems as though it just started. Before you know it, Autumn will be upon us. Every year, I look forward to the cooler weather and seeing the trees ablaze with the bright colors of Autumn--not to mention the wonderful smells that have always been characteristic of this wonderful season. I have lots of wonderful childhood memories of my family gathering in front of the fireplace, cooking popcorn on the hearth and telling stories...

Do you have any such stories or memories? If you do and would like to tell me about them for inclusion here, please feel free to send along your memories, a story, a poem, a quote or two, or whatever you'd like to share, and I'll be happy to post it here. I do ask, however, that you please not send any objectionable or offensive content. You can e-mail me anytime at: dj_corinna@serendipityradio.com. I hope to hear from you soon!

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December 11, 2018

I always love reading inspiring and uplifting Christmas stories, and this is no exception...
Below is a beautiful story I read recently about the true meaning of Christmas. I hope you enjoy it!

O Holy Night

"So where do you think we will be going to church next month?" That became a common inquiry from my husband. We had moved to this mid-Atlantic hinterland and found ourselves in search of a new church. This mission was compounded by the fact that we knew no one. Weekly, we checked out a different church to find the perfect place to worship.

After months, we found the perfect place (or so we thought). It was close to home, had a great children's program, and seemed to have an appropriate amount of young, growing families. I spoke with the greeter and found out who to call. The next day, Monday, I did just that.
 
"Hello, may I speak with Reverend Coleman?...Oh, well is there a better time to reach him? My family and I have been relocated to this area, and we really like your church and your congregation and would like the appropriate paperwork to formally join."

The receptionist, who had been taking Reverend Coleman's calls, told me that we could not join the church because too many families were enrolled. A new congregation was forming, however. "Perhaps you could speak with someone there," she said. I was to call a man whom I did not know, at a place that did not exist, for a congregation that was only being formed...somewhere.

"Okay, we will go back to the church one more time, and maybe we can find out where this new group meets," I told my husband and children. They were agreeable, mainly because we always went to breakfast after church. The draw was not the worship but the fellowship and the feast afterward. At the next Sunday mass, the homily was actually given by the new leader of the scattered flock of people. Thus, we now had a contact; her name was Mary Lou. I called her the next day.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" she said. "We would love to have you join our congregation. May I stop over and introduce myself and bring the paperwork for you and your family? We are still looking for a permanent place to have our weekly church gatherings, but we are delighted that you will be joining us." Mary Lou chattered on for a while longer, and I knew we were going in the right direction, although I was not sure where.

"Mommy, I thought we were going to church," Jay questioned the following Sunday as we pulled into the parking lot of a movie theater.

"We are, sweetheart," I answered, as his daddy parked the car. Jason's eyes lit up, and he was not about to let this drop, thinking one or both of his parents had lost their minds. "Why are we here if we are supposed to be going to church?"

"The church is not a church yet, and we do not have anywhere else to go, so we are going to the movie theater," I explained. None of us really cared where we went after a few weeks, especially because on these days we began going to the movies after church, which took the place of breakfast. Pop and popcorn began to substitute for ham and eggs.

As the summer wore into autumn, and the leaves began to drop from the trees, the congregation continued to grow and the accommodations in the movie theater became too small. It was time to move on again, and the new location was, again, due to the generosity of a community member. This time we were shuffled to an old, gray barn. It was not much to look at, but it served the purpose -- and our active, hard-working, and still-growing community gathered at this rustic spot, now filled with folding chairs.

It took a long time to get wiring into this dimly lit structure to supply us with light, heat, and a microphone. Reverend Appleby fortunately had a sense of humor and a booming voice. However, as October transitioned into November, and Thanksgiving ushered in Advent, our necessity for heavy coats during church became more apparent.

"Jim, make sure the kids have their gloves this morning," I said. "It is really cold. I know we should expect December weather, but the wind seems brutal today."

"Check. We have gloves and hats, and I grabbed a blanket, just in case we need it. We can wrap these little monkeys up; they'll stay warm for the hour."

The cold weather brought preparation but still no permanent church. December wore on and Christmas Eve appeared in a flash.

Again, we had the checklist before church. "Honey, let's keep the kids extra warm. It may snow tonight. Can you help me get Katie's boots on?"

Robby, our second child, mumbled, "Mommy, do we have to go? It's too cold."

"Yes, honey, we do. It is Christmas Eve, and if we have time to wait for Santa, we have time to go to church and remember Jesus' birthday."

So we packed up the children and drove to the barn. "This is an exceptionally blustery night," I remarked. "It is a good thing that Daddy remembered the blanket, isn't it?"

"Yes!" the three children yelled in unison. Dusk slipped into darkness as we parked along the old country road and trudged along to the barn, children in tow, wrapped up so much that they could barely walk. We entered our familiar "church."

The old, gray barn was no longer just an old, gray barn. It had been transformed into a nativity scene -- a real one, with a real manger and real sheep and a cow and a donkey. Hay was everywhere. The eyes of the children were filled with sheer wonder. Amid the animals were people. The woman wore a blue robe, and the man was in old, brown sackcloth tied with a rope. He held a staff, and she held an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes. They were not just people; they were the Holy Family. They were surrounded by shepherds tending the flock. I don't remember what the music was, if there was any. Nor do I remember what the homily was, if one was given. I don't even know if we stayed warm enough. I do remember being in the presence of the true spirit of Christmas. It was magnificent.

That Christmas Eve celebration could have lasted forever. We finally left the barn to find that snow was lightly falling and the stars were announcing the birth of Jesus. We all felt a silent joy at the miraculous event we had been witness to. Eventually, we did find a church to call our own. But nothing ever came close to that Christmas Eve of wonder, with Jesus in the old, gray barn. 
--By Elizabeth Toole

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Merry Christmas!

Well, it's that time of year again, when we all look forward to celebrating Christ's birth with our families and friends and rekindle old relationships and traditions...

I've always been fascinated with Christmas traditions and celebrations from around the world and I've always wondered what it's like for families and individuals from other places. The following article hilights ten of those traditions, which I found quite interesting. I hope you enjoy reading!

10 Unique Christmas Celebrations from Around the World

Christmas is coming! Soon all our stores, our neighbourhoods, and spirits will be inundated with decorations and joy. While the Christmas spirit of togetherness is universal, not all other traditions are. For many people, it may be an obvious yearly occurrence to leave milk for Santa and treats for his reindeer, but that certainly sounds strange to other countries. Shoot, Santa isn’t even the person who brings presents in some places!

Along with our globetrotting friends at AllTheRooms, we’ve compiled a list of special, and maybe strange, celebrations for the holiday season from around the world.

Japan

Does the Colonel look a little like Santa? Well, to the people of Japan both are symbols of the Christmas holiday. After a hugely successful marketing campaign in the 70s, KFC has become a traditional Christmas meal in Japan.

Colombia

Christmas in Colombia lasts way longer than just Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. For many cities across the country, the entire month of December is a passionate party-like celebration. On Dia de las Velitas (Day of the Little Candles), Colombians will make and display candles inside of paper lanterns to honor the Virgin Mary.

Austria

Did everyone know that jolly ole Saint Nick has an evil partner in crime? Well in Austria he does. The Krampus is a demon-looking character that accompanies St. Nicolas on his Christmas journey but instead of bringing presents, he kidnaps naughty children and takes them away in his sack. The first week of December sees men in the Austrian communities dress up as The Krampus and scare children.

Speaking of Krampus, Check out our list of Scary Christmas Movies.

Philippines

The Saturday before Christmas Eve, in the Christmas Capital of the Philippines, San Fernando, local villages compete in a lantern building competition. The intricate and beautiful displays can be nearly 20 feet in size and now attract spectators from around the globe.

Sweden

Every year since 1966, at the beginning of Advent, the Swedish town of Galve constructs a Yule Goat, a large goat effigy made of straw. Sounds nice right? Well, since the year of its inception, there has been another tradition where groups of people try to burn the goat to the ground. Despite efforts against it, the goat has been damaged for 37 years, although it did survive 2017.

Iceland

For the thirteen days prior to Christmas, Iceland welcomes the emergence of 13 mischievous troll characters known as ‘The Yule Lads’. These odd fellows leave gifts in children’s shoes; unless they are naughty, then they hand out rotting potatoes. With names like Stufur (Stubby), Askasleikir (Bowl-Licker), Bjugnakraekir (Sausage-Swiper), and Gluggagaegir (Window-Peeper) these are not the usual innocent elf characters known in many countries’ Christmas lore.

Norway

Hide your brooms — it’s Christmas! Yup, that is the tradition in Norway. According to Norwegian legend, Christmas Eve is the night for witches to hatch some tomfoolery. So, of course, to get around the skies, the witches steal any brooms they can get their hands on.

Venezuela

In the capital Caracas, it’s common practice for huge crowds of people to get to Christmas Mass via…roller-skates. This fun, active tradition has become so popular that many streets are closed for the hoards of bladers to safely skate from their homes to church.

Germany

In German Christmas tree-decorating traditions, parents hide a pickle ornament in the tree and the first child to find it gets a special present. Sounds like a year of ill feelings for competitive siblings but fun nonetheless! While embraced most widely in Germany, some argue the practice originated in Spain.

South Africa

Christmas Markets around the world from Cambria, California to Strasbourg, France may serve up delicious seasonal treats like mulled wine and gingerbread cookies, but things are done a bit differently in South Africa. Many people in the country look forward to feasting on a plate of fried caterpillars. Specifically, caterpillars of the Pine Tree Emperor Moth are served with sides, spices, or edible decorations that make them seem a little more festive and a little less creepy.

The preceding article is courtesy of:  https://www.allthingschristmas.com.

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October 29, 2018

With the hectic pace of everyday living, we could all use a little humor now and then. Below is some Halloween humor for your enjoyment, courtesy of:  http://www.theholidayspot.com. 
I hope you enjoy them.

Why do skeletons have low self-esteem?
They have no body to love

Why did the ghost go into the bar?
For the Boos.

The maker of this product does not want it, the buyer does not use it, and the user does not see it. What is it? A coffin.

What do you call a witch’s garage?
A broom closet.

Why don’t mummies take time off?
They’re afraid to unwind.

Why did the vampire need mouthwash?
Because he had bat breath

What’s it like to be kissed by a vampire?
It’s a pain in the neck.

What do you get when you cross a vampire and a snowman? Frostbite.

What is an optimistic vampire’s favorite drink?
B Positive.

What are ghosts' favourite streets?
Dead ends

Who are some of the were-wolves cousins?
The What-wolves and the When-wolves.

What happens when two vampires meet?
It’s love at first bite!

What did one ghost say to the other?
Get a life!

Where do they make werewolf movies?
In Howlywood!

When do werewolves go trick or treating?
Howl-o-ween!

How do werewolves eat lunch?
They wolf it down!

How do you communicate with the Loch Ness Monster? Drop him a line.

I see dracula has been rearranging furniture with his teeth. He is doing a bit of fang-shui

I woke up on the middle of the night. Some ghost was standing over my bed. Before I could scream, he asked, "What’s your wifi password?"

The cemetery up the hill is really popular. People are dying to get in.

Bill: Why did the policeman ticket the ghost? 
McKenzie: Umm..dunno... Why? 
Bill: It didn’t have a haunting license.

Brett: What do mummies like listening to on Halloween?
Brent: I don’t know.
Brett: Wrap music!

Sarah: What are a ghost’s favorite rides at the fair? 
Brian: Tell me.
Sarah: The scary-go-round and rollerghoster!

Two factory workers are talking. The woman says, "I can make the boss give me the day off." The man replies, "And how would you do that?" The woman says, "Just wait and see." She then dresses like a pumpkin and sits on the Boss’ desk. The boss comes in and says, "What are you doing?" The woman replies, "I'm a jack-o-lantern." The boss then says, "You've been working so much that you've gone crazy. I think you need to take the day off." The man starts to follow her and the boss says, "Where do you think YOU are you going?" The man says, "I'm going home, too. I can't work in the dark."

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October 20, 2018

Wow, it has been quite some time since I've been able to update this blog! As you may already know, we have been so blessed to experience some new and wonderful developments here at Serendipity Radio these past few months. We thank you for being a part of it, and a blessing to us all, for your friendship, and for all you do!

As it is Autumn and we are well into October, pumpkins are one of the more prevalent things on many of our minds at this time of year. With that in mind, here is a recipe from www.almanac.com I thought you might enjoy:

PUMPKIN NUTMEG KNOTS

This recipe, by Michele Weiser, won third prize in 
The 2010 Old Farmer’s Almanac Pumpkin Recipe 
Contest.

INGREDIENTS

1/4-ounce pack of active dry yeast
1/3 cup sugar
3/4 cup lukewarm milk
7 to 8 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1-1/2 sticks butter
1 large free-range egg, beaten slightly
2 cups fresh pumpkin puree or a 16-ounce can 
pumpkin puree


Egg-wash made by beating 1 large egg yolk with 1 
tablespoon of water


INSTRUCTIONS

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Warm the milk and, add 
the yeast with 1 teaspoon of sugar for 5 minutes or 

until  mixture becomes frothy— this will let you 

know the yeast is good.


Mix up 7 cups of flour, freshly grated nutmeg, the 
salt, and remaining sugar.  Blend in butter until the 

mixture resembles coarse meal. Add the whole egg, 

pumpkin purée, and the yeast mixture. Now stir until 

the dough is combined  well.


Turn the dough out onto a floured surface and 
knead. Use as much of the extra 1 cup of flour needed 

until the dough is no longer sticky. Knead for about 

10  minutes or until the dough is smooth and elastic. 


Form the dough into a ball  and transfer it to a well-

buttered large bowl. Turn it to coat in butter.  Cover 

with saran wrap and let rise in a warm place for 1 

hour or until it  doubles in size.


Now turn the dough out onto a work surface, divide 
it into 14 pieces. Roll  each piece with your palm until 

it measures approximately 5 inches. Fold into  a knot. 


Place each knot onto a cookie sheet lined with 
parchment paper, cover  with a kitchen towel and put 

into a warm place. Let rise for 45 minutes or  until 

they double again. Brush each knot with the egg-

wash and bake for 40 to  50 minutes or until golden 

brown.


Let them cool slightly and serve with plenty of butter. 

Enjoy!

Source: Old Farmer's Almanac Contests

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August 1, 2018

What a wonderful idea! Here is an article for an app just about everyone could use!

This Kindness App Pairs People With Problems to Neighbors Who Have the Specific Solution

In this day and age, we may feel too shy to knock on our neighbor’s door and ask for a cup of sugar – but thankfully, there is now an app for that.

Chummy is an app that allows people to ask for help with things they may need – whether it’s borrowing a cat carrier, renting a car spot for a month, moving houses, or searching for a lost pet.

Other people who are using the app in the community can see the post and offer up their own assistance.

“Like the ‘Bat Signal’ in the real world, we unite caring individuals who enjoy paying it forward and making the world a better place,” says the company.

While social media may offer up some alternative help, there are often limitations that come with certain online communities. The app, however, depends on people’s proximity and willingness to help.

“Chummy makes possible what other social media networks do not: It helps people to develop real-life connections, based on trust and mutual support within your city,” says the app’s website. “Reciprocal help, kind hearts and open minds are our pillars.”

Since the app was launched in 2016, there are now almost 65,000 users and almost 25,000 “thank yous” issued for completed help requests.

If you’re interested in joining the Chummy community, the app is available for free on iTunes and Google Play.

(WATCH the explanation video below)

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July 16, 2018

I have always enjoyed language and the written 
word--biographies, stories, verse, etc. As C. S. 
Lewis is fond of saying, "You can't get a cup of tea 
big enough or a book long enough to suit me." I 
couldn't agree more!

Along with Anne Bradstreet and several other 
talented authors, Helen Steiner Rice has long been 
one of my favorite American poets. I have always 
cherished her work and admired her talent for 
uplifting the spirit and inspiring us all in verse. 
With that in mind, here are a few of her poems, 
along with a Scripture verse. I hope you enjoy reading!

*****

Steppingstones

Think not that life has been unfair 
and given you too much to bear.
For God has chosen you because
With all your weaknesses and flaws,
He feels that you are worthy of
The greatness of His wondrous love.
Welcome every stumbling block
and every thorn and jagged rock.  
For each one is a steppingstone
To a fuller life than we’ve ever known
and in the radiance of God’s smiles
We learn to soar about life’s trials
And as we grow in strength and grace
The clearer we can see God’s face.

*****

The Bend in the Road

Sometimes we come to life's crossroads
And we view what we think is the end.
But God has a much wider vision
And he knows that it's only a bend-

The road will go on and get smoother
And after we've stopped for a rest,
The path that lies hidden beyond us
Is often the path that is best.

So rest and relax and grow stronger,
Let go and let God share your load
And have faith in a brighter tomorrow-
You've just come to a bend in the road.

*****

Climb 'Til Your Dream Comes True!

Often your tasks will be many,
And more than you think you can do.
Often the road will be rugged
And the hills insurmountable, too.

But always remember, the hills ahead
Are never as steep as they seem,
And with Faith in your heart start upward
And climb 'Til you reach your dream.

For nothing in life that is worthy
Is never too hard to achieve
If you have the courage to try it
And you have the Faith to believe.

For Faith is a force that is greater
Than knowledge or power or skill
And many defeats turn to triumph
If you trust in God's wisdom and will.

For Faith is a mover of mountains.
There's nothing that God cannot do,
So start out today with Faith in your heart
And 'Climb 'Til Your Dream Comes True'!

*****

He has made everything beautiful in its time.
He has also set eternity in the human heart;
yet no one can fathom what God has done from 
beginning to end. 

--Ecclesiastes 3:11

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July 1, 2018

Greetings, once again! We hope you're having (or have had) a memorable and blessed Fourth! So many of us take for granted the many liberties and blessings this country affords us. Where would we be if not for the religious and other freedoms we enjoy? Unfortunately, many other countries around the world don't experience the level of freedom and blessings we are afforded each day...

I am not a native of this country. I became a citizen when I was 12 years old, and I thank God always for bringing me and my family safely here. I have been so blessed to have so many wonderful opportunities for education and greater personal development here in this country--much more than I would ever have had in my native country. Thus, it is with a heart of gratitude that I present the following story to you. I hope you enjoy it!

Their Final Fourth: An Inspiring Story of Brotherly Love
--By Jason Earle
www.huffingtonpost.com

I sit here in Princeton, New Jersey — my hometown — a small city, rich in history dating back to the Revolution, history especially relevant to this holiday weekend. Perhaps that’s what’s prompted me to sit down and write this post.

The Fourth of July is a “feel good” holiday. Most of us are going to find ourselves beach-bound or at picnics with friends and loved ones, eating and drinking to pleasant excess, enjoying fireworks, while trying to avoid bug bites and sunburn. It’s a holiday which few people can take issue with. 

On a deeper level, to me it carries powerful meaning because of the freedoms that were delivered through our liberation from a tyrannical England, some 236 years ago. A few of the freedoms that still remain somewhat intact allow inspired people with creative ideas to pursue them for the betterment of those whom they serve, while also creating a more abundant life for themselves, and those immediately around them. This is something I absolutely cherish. It’s truly American.

While I suspect that our Founding Fathers are rolling over in their graves seeing what we have done with these very liberties and principles in the years that have followed, I will reluctantly hold back from making this into a political commentary. There’s something far more interesting to follow, so bear with me, please.

Thomas Jefferson and John Adams became fast friends during the First Continental Congress but the political elections, which made them both presidents, illuminated their very different political views, creating a rift that would last most of their lives. A mutual friend engineered a reconciliation between the two, culminating in a rich and heartwarming relationship, documented in 12 years of letters between them, which historians say must be read to be fully appreciated. As two of the few surviving signers of the Declaration of Independence, they were finally able to see that they had far more in common than any differences they had once perceived.

Amazingly, on July 4th, 1826 — the 50th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence — these two luminaries died... within hours of each other.

This alone leaves me spinning.

What’s more, Adams’ last words, as he drifted in and out of consciousness on his final day, were, “Jefferson...survives.”

Jefferson had passed away hours earlier.

In his last moments, Jefferson awakes to ask his aides in his final utterance, “Is it the Fourth?”

Indeed it is, Mr. Jefferson. Today is the Fourth of July. We owe you and Mr. Adams tremendous thanks.

Happy Independence Day!

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June 14, 2018

Sunday is Father's Day, so we would like to take the opportunity to wish all of you fathers out there a blessed and wonderful day this Sunday! Thanks for all you do! You are such a blessing! My dad is no longer with us, but I know that he is in heaven looking down on us with love...

I may not have had the time or opportunity to say it nearly enough, but I love you Dad! Thanks so very much for all those years you spent loving and caring for all of us, and for sacrificing and giving of yourself so freely to make sure we had everything we could possibly ever need! I am ever grateful for your great love and sacrifice! Thanks so much for being the best Dad anyone could ever wish for... Ciao!

Well, here are some stories and quotes that illustrate (to me) how precious and wonderful fathers are, and what a precious blessing they are to us! I hope you enjoy them...

WHAT DOES A FATHER DO?

I received a letter from a single mother who had raised a son who was about to become a dad. Since he had no recollection of his own father, her question to me was “What do I tell him a father does?”

When my dad died in my ninth year, I, too, was raised by my mother, giving rise to the same question, “What do fathers do?” As far as I could observe, they brought around the car when it rained so everyone else could stay dry.

They always took the family pictures, which is why they were never in them. They carved turkeys on Thanksgiving, kept the car gassed up, weren’t afraid to go into the basement, mowed the lawn, and tightened the clothesline to keep it from sagging.

It wasn’t until my husband and I had children that I was able to observe firsthand what a father contributed to a child’s life. What did he do to deserve his children’s respect? He rarely fed them, did anything about their sagging diapers, wiped their noses or fannies, played ball, or bonded with them under the hoods of their cars.

What did he do?

He threw them higher than his head until they were weak from laughter. He cast the deciding vote on the puppy debate. He listened more than he talked. He let them make mistakes. He allowed them to fall from their first two-wheeler without having a heart attack. He read a newspaper while they were trying to parallel park a car for the first time in preparation for their driving test.

If I had to tell someone’s son what a father really does that is important, it would be that he shows up for the job in good times and bad times. He’s a man who is constantly being observed by his children. They learn from him how to handle adversity, anger, disappointment and success.

He won’t laugh at their dreams no matter how impossible they might seem. He will dig out at 1 a.m. when one of his children runs out of gas. He will make unpopular decisions and stand by them. When he is wrong and makes a mistake, he will admit it. He sets the tone for how family members treat one another, members of the opposite sex and people who are different than they
are. By example, he can instill a desire to give something back to the community when its needs are greater than theirs.

But mostly, a good father involves himself in his kids’ lives. The more responsibility he has for a child, the harder it is to walk out of his life. A father has the potential to be a powerful force in the life of a child. Grab it! Maybe you’ll get a greeting card for your efforts. Maybe not. But it’s steady work.
--Erma Bombeck, Field Enterprises.

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In Search of Paco

There’s a Spanish story of a father and son who had become estranged. The son ran away, and the father set off to find him. He searched for months to no avail. Finally, in a last desperate effort to find him, the father put an ad in a Madrid newspaper. The ad read: Dear Paco, meet me in front of this newspaper office at noon on Saturday. All is forgiven. I love you. Your Father. On Saturday 800 Pacos showed up, looking for forgiveness and love from their fathers.
--Bits & Pieces, October 15, 1992, p. 13.

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“The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.”
--Theodore Hesburgh

“My father didn’t tell me how to life; he lived, and let me watch him do it.”
--Clarence Budington Kelland

“You don’t raise heroes; you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they’ll turn out to be heroes, even if it’s just in your own eyes.”
--Walter Schirra Sr.

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June 6, 2018

Happy June! June is National DJ Month, Rose Month, and so many other wonderful things, besides. Roses are one of my favorite flowers...what's not to like? Both my mom and my mother-in-law had roses and other flower varieties in their gardens, and their perfume used to fill the house...

Here is a beautiful and inspiring story. I hope you enjoy reading...

THE PARABLE OF THE ROSE

A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully. Before it blossomed, he examined it. He saw a bud that would soon blossom. He also saw the thorns, and he thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant, burdened with so many sharp thorns?" Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and before it was ready to bloom, it died.

So it is with many people. Within every soul, there is a rose. The "God-like" qualities planted in us at birth, growing amidst the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects. We despair, thinking nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.

Some don't see the rose within themselves. It takes someone else to show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns and find the rose within others. This is the truest, most innocent, and gracious characteristic of love to know another person, including their faults, recognize the nobility in their soul, and yet, still help another to realize they can overcome their faults.

If we show them the rose, they will conquer the thorns. Only then will they blossom many times over, Our duty in this world is to help others, by showing them their roses and not their thorns. It is then that we achieve the love we should feel for each other. Only then can we bloom in our own garden.

~Author Unknown

Read more at: http://motivateus.com/stories/rose.htm#YLlRLYPohTSCJB1l.99

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March 8, 2018

It's amazing how time flies! It seems as though we 
just recently celebrated Christmas... Well, as hard  
as it may seem for us to believe, Winter won't stay  
forever, because Spring is right around the corner  
and it will be here before we know it!  

We all love to celebrate St. Patrick's Day each year,  
whether we're Irish or not, and Irish poetry and 
blessings are no exception. In honor of St. Patrick's  
Day, here are several classic Irish blessings I hope you'll enjoy..

Irish Blessings

May you always have...
Walls for the winds 
A roof for the rain 
Tea beside the fire 
Laughter to cheer you 
Those you love near you 
And all your heart might desire.

May joy and peace surround you, 
contentment latch your door, 
and happiness be with you now
and bless you evermore!

May the blessing of God's soft rain be on you, 
Falling gently on your head, refreshing your soul 
With the sweetness of little flowers newly blooming. 
May the strength of the winds of Heaven bless you, 
Carrying the rain to wash your spirit clean
Sparkling after in the sunlight. 
May the blessing of God's earth be on you, 
And as you walk the roads, 
May you always have a kind word 
for those you meet.

May the blessing of light be upon you,
Light on the outside, 
Light on the inside.

With God's sunlight shining on you, 
May your heart glow with warmth, 
Like a turf fire 
that welcomes friends and strangers alike.

May the light of the Lord shine from your eyes,
Like a candle in the window, 
Welcoming the weary traveller.

May there always be work for your hands to do
May your purse always hold a coin or two; 
May the sun always shine on your windowpane; 
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain; 
May the hand of a friend always be near you; 
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.

May those who love us, love us;
And for those who don't love us,
May God turn their hearts;
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles, 
So we will know them by their limping!

May the road rise to meet you, 
may the wind be ever at your back. 
May the sun shine warm upon your face, 
and the rains fall soft upon your fields. 
And until we meet again, 
may God hold you in the palm of his hand.

An Irish Prayer

May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.

Bless This House

Bless this house, O Lord, we pray.
Make it safe by night and day.
Bless these walls so firm and stout,
Keeping want and trouble out.
Bless the roof and chimney tall,
Let thy peace lie over all.
Bless the doors that they may prove
Ever open to joy and love.
Bless the windows shining bright,
Letting in God's heavenly light.
Bless the hearth a-blazing there,
With smoke ascending like a prayer.
Bless the people here within...
Keep them pure and free from sin.
Bless us all, that one day, we
May be fit, O lord, to dwell with Thee.

For a wondrous journey into all things Irish, visit:

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Feb. 5, 2018

I hope you have had a blessed Christmas season and a wonderful start to the New Year. It has been so long since I've been able to write, for which I apologize, but it has been quite the topsy turvy couple of months here at Serendipity Radio. I do hope to write more often, however, and I thank you for your continued support, patience and understanding as we navigate our way through this time of what we hope will be some positive changes here at Serendipity Radio! 

A good friend of ours sent this to me, and it is so true--and so thought-provoking, as well. I hope you enjoy it!

The Pebble

Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is 
gone; 
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and 
on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on 
out to the sea. 
And there is no way of telling where the end is 
going to be. 
 
Drop a pebble in the water: in a minute you 
forget, 
But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's 
ripples circling yet, 
And those little waves a-flowing to a great big 
wave have grown; 
You've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping 
in a stone. 
 
Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute it is 
gone; 
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and 
on and on. 
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from 
the center as they go, 
And there is no way to stop them, once you've 
started them to flow. 
 
Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute you 
forget; 
But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's 
ripples circling yet, 
And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of 
tears you've stirred, 
And disturbed a life was happy ere you dropped 
that unkind word. 
 
Drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a flash 
and it is gone; 
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and 
on and on, 
Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each 
splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one 
kind word you gave. 
 
Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute 
you forget; 
But there's gladness still a-swelling, and there's 
joy circling yet, 
And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet 
music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water just by dropping 
one kind word. 
 
--Author Unknown

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I hope you're enjoying the Holiday Season. (Can you believe it's here already?) Seems it was summer only a few weeks ago... This is perhaps my favorite time of year, and as such, I'm always looking for shortcuts and ways to make my life (and others' lives) easier around this time. After all, every little bit helps!

One of the best websites I've found to help me with that is http://www.northpole.com. There you can visit Mrs. Claus' Kitchen and peruse her Cookbook for Christmas and Holiday recipes, or visit the Gift Shop for gift-giving ideas. If you'd like to learn how to make your own homemade ornaments, or you want to know how to make a gift for that special someone, you can always visit the Craft Cottage to find craft project ideas and instructions, and so much more. 

But it isn't just useful information. You can also have fun visiting the other buildings in Santa's Village, including the Reindeer Barn, the Elves' Workshop, Santa's Den, and many other fun places of interest at the North Pole. You'll find something for the whole family! 

Second to spending the holidays with family and loved ones, it's a wonderful place to be if you need that extra nudge to get you into the Holiday spirit. I hope you'll give the site a try! Again, the site name is: http://www.northpole.com. Hope to see you there!

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