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A Friendly Introduction

Hello world!  It has been quite some time since my last blog post.  My world has been very complicated, and at times I didn't see, or better chose not to see, what God was doing in my life.  Through all of the difficulties I chose to lean on the Lord.  I have in no way been perfect and still struggle from day to day.  I try not to dwell on the past.  I am thankful for everything that I have been through and experienced.  It has made me the woman that I am today.  I can say that I am extremely excited for the future and all that it holds.

All of that to say I have decided to blog more on the happenings of my life.  You may or may not even care about what I say or what I do, and that is more than fine.  Honestly, this blog is more for me than anything.  Think of it as a web based journal, a way for me to record the special happenings that take place.  You will more than likely see a lot of posts about reading material, being that I am a librarian and all.  I'm sure you'll see a lot of posts on my dogs, Franklin Webster and Murphy, my two Scottie boys.  Soon, I will be moving, and I'm sure there will be lots of posts on the changes taking place there.  I have recently taken up gardening and canning, something that I have enjoyed so much this summer.  I love sharing recipes and want to help others.  Hopefully in some way, this blog might reach a certain someone and help them with their new endeavors as well.

I want to dedicate this blog to my precious Mema, Betty Joyce Copas.  I was named after her back on June 29th, 1987.  At 11.59 p.m. I came into this world and I was named Amanda Joyce Calvert.  This blog captures "Joyce".  Joyce means cheerful and merry.  I hope that in some way I can be joyful, cheerful, and merry to those that I come across.  I love my name, I love where I've came from, and I love where this crazy thing called life is taking me.  Hold on friends!  Here we go!


Betty Joyce & Amanda Joyce - Memorial Day 2017

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  1. Beautiful and well said! I can't wait to hear what you have to say and about all your new experiences! Maybe you can teach me some of your mad canning skills!

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    1. Thank you Ada for being there along the way. I'm so excited for you and the changes that you are experiencing as well. You will make an amazing teacher! :)

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