LYNNE'S SOMEWHAT INVENTED LIFE.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
Lynne, YOU are my family history group! You inspire me to write. Somehow I feel you have ears to hear what I have to say, and I know that you will reverence the most sacred feelings I express. When Randy died, I told my cousin Einar Erickson about a couple of my experiences and then I complained, "How could Randy have died after . . . . of this happening?" Einar chastised me a little, and said, "How can you be complaining? You should be writing down all of these experiences. There are people who need to read them." So, I got a notebook and started to briefly list all of the times that I have had an answer to my prayers or have seen something that could only have happened as a result of divine intervention. I am past 63 on my list. However, I only wrote a brief paragraph on each one, highlighting the details, so I could go back later and flesh them out, but because of you, I have written a few of them in detail now. I will email you another one today perhaps. P.S. My mom used to make peanut butter fudge with powdered sugar, peanut butter, and some kind of chocolate. Only, hers was uncooked. It was creamy in texture and looked a very dark rich brown, so it looked and tasted like it was cooked. It was so easy to make, but I never paid much attention as a teenager and she never wrote it down.
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