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    40 Ways to Find Solace in a Storm

    “I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” ― Oscar Wilde  Call your dad Sip a hot cup of coffee Take 10 minutes to soak up some sun on a warm, sunny front porch Feet up & a good book Jump on your bike and take a ride Grab the music player, pop in the ear buds, play your favorite upbeat music and ask the vacuum to dance (Bonus you get some clean floors) Give a lingering hug with someone you love Look through old photos, create a collage of someone you love using Picasa or other photo editor…

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    The Marines Invaded Cleveland

    and the people loved them. The people of Cleveland were in for a treat this past week. It was Marine Week! 800 Marines came to town to give the people of northeast Ohio a small taste of “OORAH!” My boys climbed inside an amphibious assault vehicle.  They tried on a helmet.  They felt the weight of a vest.  They climbed up onto the gunner’s turret and sat in the driver’s seat as well.  They were amazed that this “tank” could go on land and in water. We watched the Marine Corp Band based out of Quantico perform right outside of Progressive Field, home of the Cleveland Indians  We sang along to some great music, tapped our foot to the beat and enjoyed the men in uniform behind…

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    I’m a Winner! Thanks to UbiRock

    Isn’t it fun when you are notified that “You are a winner!”?  I have to admit it doesn’t happen often.  The first time I ever won something it was a windbreaker from a pet store – eons ago.  The next thing I remember winning was a baby carrier (backpack style) from Babies R Us soon after my now 9 year old was born.  We still have that backpack and it has been used for my other sons as well as my nieces and nephews.  It is like the gift that keeps on giving! Just last week I got that ‘You are a winner’ announcement once again.  Three days later in the…

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    What is essential …

    Three very different churches.  Three very different congregations.  Three different families. But one common belief, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” – Jesus Christ, John 14:6 Worship today was once again a gift. It spurred thoughts and reminded me (this time) that we (my family, my church-home) are getting it right.  I am blessed to have been raised in a Christian home and am raising my family in that same tradition, the same knowledge that without Christ we are nothing. Three very different churches. Three very different congregations. Three different families. Our church is big.  Hip to hip, four services…

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    This Tattoo is Freedom’s Call 2012

    Got your 2012 calendar ready to ink up?  Flip to Friday, June 29, 2012.  The seventh annual Freedom’s Call will recognize the contributions of our military veterans, their families and all American who support them with a spectacular presentation of flyovers, music, narration and fireworks.  This is a free show at Wright Patterson AFB, Ohio guaranteed to raise your spirit of Patriotism to new heights! Visitors are encouraged to bring lawn chairs, blankets and cameras.  However, leave the coolers, backpacks, glasses containers, knives and pepper spray at home!  No pets either… not the place for them.  For security reasons, items may be inspected.  Refreshments will be ready for purchase.The word “tattoo”…

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    Mom Means Business

    My boys are a hurricane. A tornado. A path of destruction.  We are working hard at starting good habits, staying organized, picking up when they are done playing, not waiting till Mom blows her top tells them to.  I have found if I help organize the toys in their room that it only gets me very frustrated and my ideas fall apart in less then a couple of days.  So now they are left to their own vices. I sent them to clean their room the other day, and told them anything left on their floor when they were done was going into the garbage.  Sure enough they came down 30 minutes later declaring they…

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    Sermon Notes: My Rock

    As the young and vibrant woman of God led us into a time of worship this morning she asked, “Who is God to you?”  He can be so many things at so many times but what resonated in my head was “He’s my Rock.”  Because as beautiful as a sandy beach is, I can’t ground myself on thousands of pieces of shifty sand, thousands of things pulling and pushing me this way and that.  However, that Rock; That Rock keeps me grounded.  It keeps me grounded in the midst of turmoil: relationship troubles, financial problems, teenage angst, childhood rebellion, infant tantrums, tumultuous emotions.  It doesn’t matter what is happening around me when I stand solidly on…

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    A mom, a minivan and a road well travelled

    Just a mom in a minivanMaking my way to MichiganBoys in the back, watching, playing, sleepingMe in the front, music on the stereo, jamming106 miles behind us. 142 miles to go.You know that feeling when summer camp is coming to an end?You will soon get to hug your mom again?I am so there!byLeanne KocsisonFriday, June 17, 2011Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to PinterestMilitary Life:Leanne,motherhood,travel

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    Mentorship in Marriage

    39 years ago today, I wasn’t but a sparkle in my mom’s eye as she walked down the aisle in her beautiful white dress on her dad’s arm. Her focus, my dad, her future! My future. My children’s future. I have been blessed. Since that wedding day the Lt. and Mrs. became Mom and Dad to three children, me and my two younger brothers. They took their family where the military sent them, far from their own families. They relied on each other, friends around them and the grace of God. Their three children grew up, got married and had children. Dad has retired from the Air Force after thirty-years…

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    Seems Comfort Is Not Immediate and Abuse is Prevalent

    Music plays in my life like breezes in an open field, sometimes noticeable, often relaxing and at times bone chilling. I hear songs in the background without recognizing the words. I might know them; I did when I first added an album to a playlist, but now, they fit in. Robert’s desk was front row, front seat. Robert was Robert, not Robbie, Bob or Bobby: Robert. He would cringe when an unfamiliar person would call him Bobby. I saw it as I was the substitute teacher who was coming in February to finish the school year: 6th grade math and home room. Robert could not sit still. He would squirm;…