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Living By Faith, Walking in the Light, Saved By His Amazing Grace

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Some Say

I often wonder about life and the miracle of it all. And how some feel that they know exactly when life starts.

It's funny to me...........It's beyond anything that my brain can conjure up. Life I mean. Some say, "life doesn't start until you breathe your first breath." Some say, "it's a woman's right to choose life or death." Some say, "that just because baby has a beating heart, with out a brain it's not a life." Some say, "save the animals", but not the unborn child.  Some say, "save the whales", and they spend millions of dollars doing just that. Some say, "that you have to have a four year degree to understand the meaning of life and all it holds." "The brain, they say, is what makes you alive." Some analize how and when life begins so much, that they don't realize that life has to start with the heart. It all began with God's love for me......for you. Some say that I'm just speaking figuratively. And some will argue that we came from a fish that lived in a sea of mixed up soup. 

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart.
" Jeremiah 1:5

God says that he knew us before we were even in the womb. For the one who created you, knew you before he knitted you together in your mother's womb. He knows that you have to start with the heart, because the heart is what gets the blood pumping. The heart beats and it's the sound of life, it's the beat of life. At what point do we say life starts? Doesn't it have to start somewhere?  

With out the BLOOD there is no LIFE.

I say, sometimes you have to think with your heart and not your brain. Common sense is found in the heart. The heart is where you pull from because that's where He lives, If you ask Him to. That's what makes you ALIVE.

I say you can try and fact your way through life,There are just going to be things that you  can't explain. I say our priorities in this world have lost their place. Our hearts are hard. And I see no life in the ones who choose death.  Who choose death for the ones who are given no rights.

If we are alive in Christ, We live by faith, not by sight, And all the books and knowledge in the world can not compete against this faith. I have faith in the One who knitted me together, the one who knew me even before my Mama did. The maker of miracles. I have faith in God because faith in a fish just doesn't make sense!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

What Makes a Happy Home?

What makes a happy home? I believe with all my heart that what makes a happy home is a happy husband.
And each day I'm thinking of ways to make my man happy. He is my provider, my lover and my best friend.

The one whom I adore, still even after all these years. Some may call it old fashion, to stand behind your man, to help him achieve his goals in life. I call it biblical.
I want him to have full confidence in me, to beable to count on me when there is no one else to count on.

Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings good to him, not harm, all the days of her life. Proverbs 31:11-12

I firmly believe that the little things can make your man feel like a King. And when he feels like a King, it is then you are his Queen. It is only then you will truly feel like his Queen.
That means even though your tired, you need to remember he is tired too........And the giving of yourself unselfishly can bring so much into your marriage. And when all is said and done and the quiet I love yous are being said you will most likely find that you needed him too.

 In todays world I feel we as women have lost our place, we have lost the true meaning of being a wife and have forgotten that we were made to be his help meet.

“And the Lord God said, it is not good that a man should be alone, I will make a help meet for him.” Gen 2:18

For it is my desire to please the One who made me, and in doing so I please the one He gave me.

This is my prayer that one day when my time is done here on this side of heaven that not only will my chidren rise and call me blessed, but that my man will also rise and call me blessed.

Her children arise and call her blessed, her husband also, and he praises her. Proverbs 31:28

Those words were said on our wedding night almost 16 years ago and they have been ringing through my ears ever since. I can still hear them being said and they play like a recording in my mind. Always reminding me that being a wife and a mother is the most precious thing God has ever called me to do.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Walk Towards The Light

 It's the light that draws you in, the soft glow that makes you feel warm. Light a candle and some how it brings peace.
The flicker of the dancing flame can draw you in and calm you down. It can take you away from a long hard day.
 Why is it that I seem so drawn to the light. I'm so drawn to the one who brings light......so drawn to the one who brings LIFE.
 "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." John 8:12
 We were meant to walk in the light, to come away from the darkness of this world. To be drawn to the one who brings peace. To be drawn to the one who did not come to judge the world , but to save it.
"I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness."
John 12:46.  

Come away from the darkness and walk towards the light.

 His word is the lamp unto your feet.

Even the darkness will not be dark to Him; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to Him. Psalm 139:12

This Chance To Dance

The music is softly playing, it's just Sweet pea and I dancing. This is her first dance with her Mama.  She won't remember this moment.........but I will.
I've shared this first dance with Gentle Giant, twirled with my Sunshine Girl, swayed with my Butterfly Girl and held tight to my little man, all before her. This first time dance, none of them can remember, not one of them can recall how I shared this special moment with them. Each memory, it's engraved in my mind, etched in my soul.
And as I pull her close and snuggle nose to nose. I hold on oh so tight as if I can keep this moment, make it last long past the hours and minutes that fly. It's hard not to get choked up. I've been here before. These are the moments I cherish, the moments they don't remember.

Somehow I wish that they could. I wish they knew how I use to twirl them around and how I use to snuggle my nose into their chubby little necks. How I use to sing quietly into their ears and they would smile. You could just see the love in their eyes.

Now they are too big to pick up, too big to twirl around..........But I still dance with them when I'm feeling silly, when I want to remember their first dance. And when I pull that memory up from deep within, I'm so thankful, so thankful that I had this chance......... this chance to dance.

149. A Chance To Dance
150. Music
151. Still Dancing

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

What Needs do I Have, That He Won't Take Care Of?

"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."

~ Matthew 6:25-34

What more can be said? Trust in Him who loves you the most!

Monday, September 20, 2010

Until The Change Comes

"The true way to live is to enjoy every moment as it passes,
and surely it is in the everyday things around us that the true life lies."
~Laura Ingalls Wilder

The words haven't been around, I don't know what to say. So this place has been lifeless for a few days. And though I've been busy with the everyday things that life holds. The things I find myself doing everyday.
I tend to forget to enjoy every moment.......And I have to be reminded how precious this life, how we only have this one chance to get it right.
I called Mama the other day......I'm anticipating change. 'I can't wait until the leaves change up home. Mama could you send me some again this year?' I miss it so much, the change. When summer burns to fall.

"It'll be a while, they are just starting to turn."

My life longs for change. I've been told that I shouldn't be comfortable where I am. I've learned to embrace change. Because that's what life is, Changing of the seasons.

Just a little something to hold me over until the change takes place. She knew I couldn't wait..... Autumn burns in my soul. I was born in the fall, born into change, brought into the crisp cool air of Indian Summer. Brought into the smells of wood burning and leaves turning. It's a part of me, and she knows this as only a Mama would.

And so I'm gently reminded again to slow down and take it all in. The words won't come, you can't write about life when you forget to live life to the fullest, when you forget to embrace change. 'Thank you Mama, I love them!'
"I knew you couldn't wait, so I thought these might hold you over until the change comes."

To everything there is a season,and a time to every purpose under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1

142. Leaves burning with red, yellow and orange
143. Anticipating change
144. Every season
145. Flowers wrapped up in a pretty orange bow
146. My Mama's heart
147. Phone call from my Daddy wishing me a Happy Birthday!
148. Every moment, good or bad

holy experience

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Soul Birthday

This little girl.......Well she turns 40 in two more hours. I talked to her Mama tonight and she said this little girl was born at 1:00 a.m. on the 15th of September, 1970.
I remember her just as if it were yesterday, but sometimes.......sometimes I forget she is there waiting to be loved, encouraged and celebrated for whom she is. I often forget that her heart is still fragile and sometimes she may fall. I have to remember to help her up and dust her off.

I sometimes protect her and keep her inside, away from the life I live. Not realizing that I need to share her and let her be a part of my world.

For she is my laughter, my sense of wonder. She has the willingness to trust, the strength to hope and the heart to love unconditionally. She is sometimes the mischief I seem to find myself in. She is the innocence I left far behind. She is the little girl inside of me.

So many people have asked me how I'm handling the big 4-0. Ya know the funny thing is, I welcome it. I'm comfortable with it. Because I am comfortable in who I am. Because a number is just a number. What matters is how I'm living this life. What matters is where I'm going after this life.

Every year my family helps me celebrate my birthday and I am Thankful. But the birthday I truly enjoy more is the birth of my soul. It has been 18 years since the little girl inside of me came to Him on bended knee, weeping.   

People were bringing little children to Jesus to have him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them. Mark 10:13-16

I was weeping because I couldn't believe that He did this for me....... died for me, for my sin soaked soul. I didn't deserve it.

No birthday gift has ever come close, none can ever compare to the gift that He has given me. And I uwrap it on every Soul Birthday. I unwrap it every day. Have you unwrapped your Soul birthday Gift?

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13

Sunday, September 12, 2010

From Generation To Generation

Tradition............Before we eat, we pray.
Heritage................His word being passed down from one generation to the next.
Legacy.................What we leave behind.
Family................What we should cherish and work hard to keep in tact.
What keeps us in Thankful Praise? What keeps a family strong? What keeps us in His presence?
And when do they grasp on to all that we know, all that we have taken in? Don't we start out young? Don't we learn at a very early age? Don't we drink in what is given to us?
The book of life........That's exactly what it is. It helps us prepare for whats to come. For what He said must happen. How will they know if we don't lead by example? If we are not found immersed in His word. We need to be prepared..........They need to be prepared. The fall of the world stems from the fall of the family. We are not able to stand on The Rock, when we are building on sinking sand. Knowledge is Wisdom and wisdom is found in the Book of Life.

 The most valuable tradition, the most valuable legacy, what makes a good family heritage, is one that has been nurtured in His word. It's the manual for your life. And if your not reading it because you don't understand it, then find a small bible study group. I promise you that the more you study and read the more you will begin to understand, the more you will fall in love. The more you will fall in Love with the Author.

In this world I can easily feel afraid. Not so much for me, but for the ones I'm leaving my legacy to. My heart breaks at the thought of what they might see in their life time, in their childrens life time.

His word is my shelter from the storms in my head. From the thoughts that twist around and become more than I can bare.

For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self discipline.
2 Timothy 1:7

For the Lord is good and His love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.
Psalm 100:5

So become immersed. Drink it in. Fill your cup till it over flows. And you will find that your spirit is made with power, love and self discipline. And the ones that you think are not watching you......Will, and they will keep the Tradition, Leave a Legacy, and Make strong your Family Heritage!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Meet Our Quiverful

I have so many people up home that I don't get to see very often, maybe once every 3 or 4 years. So I thought I would give you all a glimpse into our little world, a chance to meet the people that God has let me borrow while I'm here on this side of heaven.
My Gentle Giant, Oh my, where do I start? This use to be my little man. His very first word was "Big  Da". Which means Big Truck in baby language. If anything were to run through your veins, passed on from one generation to the next. It is true for him. Trucks have been driving through this boy's veins since he was born. Ever since he could walk, he was always over with Daddy in the shop. I couldn't keep him away. I have pictures upon pictures of him all greased up. He started driving them at the age of 8. And now......now he can back them into the dock better than most of the truck drivers that come around.

But when you put all of that aside, he is gentle, fun loving, my observant thinker and turning out to be quite the young man. His faith and knowledge in Christ is growing daily. And as a Mama I couldn't be more proud! I love him with  all my heart..........

My Sunshine Girl! I always sang "You are my Sunshine" to her as a baby. She always has been, always smiling, always moving. My social butterfly. My right hand! God's faithful servant. She has a servant's heart. I rarely have to ask her for help.....most of the time she is already there waiting in the wing. And it's not just me that she offers up herself, but to every one.

She is my little Chef. I think she.....I know she has out done her Mama in the baking department......in the "His" servant department. And I love her with all my heart................

And this is My Butterfly Girl! She is my nature lover. My sensative gift giver. My butterfly catcher. If you were here on any given day you would find her creating, drawing, and gluing. All of this while she serenades you through out her day. Happy, sweet and sensative. She is the question asker when it comes to our Lord, she wants to know more. And I love her with all my heart..........

This is Bubby, my little man. Most of the time he is full of monkey doodles. Our comic relief. He is bold, daring, and scrumptious! He is Gentle Giant's shadow. Swims like a fish. He says he "always wants to be my baby" And I will let him!  He has a love/hate relationship with school. Loves math, hates writing. He is discovering Jesus and it's so very Precious.............And I love him with all my heart..........
My Sweet Pea, My Little Baby Boo......Most people think she was a surprise at this stage of our lives, but the surprise is that we planned her. Well we gave it to God and He gave us, her. And she is the apple of my eye, loud, laughing, smiling. She came at the right time in our lives. I enjoy her, we enjoy her. she doesn't lack in love. She is fought over. There is just something about her. She brings a new, a beginning to each day. And the funny thing is I am almost 40 and I believe she has helped me find the one thing that I've always been missing in this Mama journey and that one thing is PATIENCE. Can you believe it? And I love her with all my heart...............

136. Our Quiverful
137. My Gentle Giant
138. My Sunshine Girl
139. My Butterfly Girl
140. My Little Bubby
141. My Sweet Pea, My Sweet Baby Boo

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

A Love Action

I've always offered, to me the invitation was always an open one. I figured they would come, they would know I meant what I said..........
With all things I guess, so many times it's just talk. Just words to make one feel better.
When I was young in mind I use to think that words said, would be all that was needed to make things right, to make life what it needed to be.
But as this mind of mine grows and it finds that the years have brought a little wisdom........I realize that words are just words if there is not an action to go with them.

Why is it that we need an invitation to be with the ones we love? I often wonder that.

 "Are you sure you want to have your every Sunday taken away?"  "My every Sunday?"..........It would not be taken away......but given back, given back to Him. TV turned off. Us sitting all together, laughing, eating, planning and scheming. Memories in the making, fresh and new.

Last Sunday........ Our very first "Open Door Sunday" was born. A Love Action was made, it followed the words that have always been said. Words that I've always meant, but no one knew until I made a love action.

"Open Door Sunday" means that you don't need an invitation. You come and go as you please and I will have food and you will be my company. It means that I won't be hurt if you don't come, But I'll be happy if you do. So if your in the neighborhood, wouldn't you surprise me if you made a love action and just showed up at my Open Door?

By the way the first Open Door was a Success! We laughed, We ate good food, And our hearts beat in unity with every love action.

Oh, we usually eat around 1:30 p.m.   But you can come any time!
129. Open Door Sunday
130. A Love Action
131. Open Door
132. Open Heart
133. Good Food
134. Good company
135. T.V. turned off

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The Road Less Traveled

 Rain drops on pine needles, have you ever smelled the rain dripping from a pine?
Sweet fragrance so divine........It brings to mind a sweet memory, When the little girl that still lives inside of me use to walk and run and play on a hill so far away. Time has a way of creeping in and stealing moments that we would like to have last much longer than they do.
It's funny to me how certain smells can wisk you away to a memory you have wrapped up in ribbons, and like a gift they are waiting to be untied and opened.

I got a call from Mama today. Things are happenning up home, life has taken an unexpected turn.  "I'm sorry, I just need to vent" That's ok Mama you go ahead.........
And the words are hard, the kind that choke the throat. Words that your not sure you should say, but have to be said. "I don't know if I can, I'm not sure I am cut out for this." What would you do?"  I pause, because all of a sudden I realize Mama is asking me for advise.....The one I always turned to when times got ruff, when tears would fall.......She's asking me what I would do.........
Oh Mama, I would take her in, in a heart beat I would have her come stay with me. "This won't be easy." she said. But Mama.........I would go to the ends of the earth for you. Tears are being swallowed on both ends of the line. "Thankyou, I know you would." Mama I'm constantly having to empty myself to be filled with Him. This vessel is His, not ours. This could be such a blessing in disguise......for you....... for her.
The memory I'm unwrapping, the one that the rain soaked pine brings to mind is the one of a woman who carried 7 children in her womb stretched thin. A woman who is now at a cross roads in her life, with not much life left. My heart is aching........This woman is my Grandmother. Time is not her friend, so my prayers are an urgent request. I know He hears my heart when I have no words to say, words that should not be said or typed for everyone to see.

It's hard to let Him lead when you can't see the road He wants you to travel, but when you empty yourself, empty your vessel and let Him take up room and board, Oh the things, the blessings He has instore. When the road seems ruff and less traveled and your sure there has to be a paved highway, trust in Him. He will guide your path. And what was thought only to be a blessing to her, would surely end up blessing you far more..........

Friday, September 3, 2010

The Little Things

Sometimes the simplicity of life can be overlooked..............And we tend to forget that His specialty is in the details, the small details of every day life.

 More often than not, it is the little things that make a big statement. It's the little things that you remember the most. A sweet smile, A soft kiss, A new born's soft cry. Don't fill your life with things that become big and overwhelming.

 Don't replace that which is sweet, simple, and little, with big and overwhelming. You may get bogged down and over look what is right in front of you. Instead of looking at the Big Picture try looking at the little details that make the Big Picture.

When life is too big for you to handle, remember He hasn't forgotten about you, He is in every detail. He walks you through that which you can not handle...And softly tells you to look around, to look around you....... notice the small, the little, the tiny details that make the big picture and know that He is in control of it all.

 No matter how small you may feel, you are one of His greater details,


Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.
Luke 12:6