tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50244046642032732082024-03-05T02:06:43.014-05:00Living For TodayKimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.comBlogger461125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-91313466255222453202015-12-26T11:53:00.000-05:002015-12-26T11:57:01.654-05:00Never Too Old To Learn.....I don't believe I will ever be too old to learn....Never too old to make mistakes. And it seems no matter what age, change is never easy. Most times it's not something that we want to jump right into.<br />
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Sometimes the nit picky things that use to make ones blood boil are the very things we find that we miss the most. Things that didn't make sense then, have become crystal clear now.<br />
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We all have the best of intentions. We all want what's best.......Sometimes change is not what we need when there has already been too much change blowing in. I understand tradition now more than I ever have before. Tradition gives us a sense of security. Brings the true meaning of family closer to the heart. Tradition is the voice of the past that speaks to all of our souls. Tells us a story....A story that was written long, long a ago......And there are times when you just can't break tradition.....because with out it we feel lost, confused and unstable......<br />
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He was the glue that kept this family together and sometimes we got our toes stepped on. It was hard for us to understand then how important his ways were.....His ideas and his blunt, and sometimes overbearing, take action kind of personality rubbed against the grain.......But oh how important our Patriarch was to this family. How precious was he. How "One of a kind" he was. How he was all ours.....How much more I now see we needed him. And ironically enough isn't that what change does? It grows us...takes our blinders off. Helps us to see our selfish ways. Helps to see why we should cherish not only the sweet memories, but how we should also cherish the hard moments in life. The ones that make us feel ashamed.....the ones that show us our mistakes....the ones that bring to light how communication is the key to any relationship.<br />
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This Christmas showed me how truly selfish I had been in the past. How sometimes my words can become misunderstood.....How my thoughts effect loved ones around me...Because even though they can't read my mind, they can still read my attitude..... And that makes me feel broken inside.....<br />
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Sometimes when we attempt to change tradition it truly shows how much we all needed to come together at the end of the day and make what was so wrong so perfectly right.<br />
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Family will always be precious to me. And no matter how big we become there will always be room at the table for just one more.....No matter how loud, how crazy how big our family becomes it will be our "one of a Kind" ...Ours to cherish from generation to generation. I pray the Traditions continue....But most of all that Jesus will always be the glue that holds us together even when we feel like we are falling apart.<br />
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God Bless you all! May you hold your Traditions close, but hold your family closer.<br />
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<br />Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-62799961830877402212015-11-26T12:36:00.000-05:002015-11-26T12:36:04.137-05:00Only She KnowsTrying to keep busy...that's what we do when we want to stop the tears from flowing, but they seem to come anyway. Because no matter what we do his memory always shines through. Always something that brings him to mind.<br />
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Putting the Turkey in the oven this morning and all I could think about was who will carve the bird this year? That job was his. Like so many other little memories that we seem to take for granted until we look for the need to be met. And really it's not that someone else can't do it.......It's not that we need the job done.....It's really just because we feel the strong urge of needing him.<br />
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She calls me to tell me she has gravy left over from a church dinner.....Tells me the tears come so easy. I tell her "It's gonna be hard, but we are all here and we love you." And some how words just don't heal the hurt. They can't fix what's broken. Can't bring back who was lost. And I'm all about words. It's what I do to release what's bottled up. But I can't type fast enough..... I can't speak just the right words to help her......<br />
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We feel the pain, but only she knows the deep hurt. And as much as we try to tell her we understand we just can't possibly know the crushing weight of 56 years of memories...And even though they are good ...Sometimes even the good memories are laying heavy on our hearts until we feel we can't breathe. Only she knows how that feels right now.<br />
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She tells me..."We had talked about this. We talked about who was going to go first and it was supposed to be me....It was suppose to be me."<br />
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And so we all gather round her, love on her and hurt with her....Just trying to make more precious moments.<br />
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But yet we are all still very Thankful. And even though it hurts so deeply to love this much, I know she would tell you it was well worth the ride. Well worth the time. Well worth the struggle.<br />
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I can't imagine not ever knowing him.<br />
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I can't imagine not being able to have this opportunity to love her through this.<br />
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And only she knows how deep the hurt......<br />
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<br />Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-13972434725198171302015-10-29T20:34:00.001-04:002015-10-29T20:34:22.596-04:00Hope In Every Corner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I often think about the people that have come and gone in my life.....I am thankful for the ones who chose to stay...oddly enough I am also thankful for the ones who chose to walk away.<br />
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Do you ever just sit in the quiet of the setting sun and think about the people, places and moments that shaped you into who you are today? Do you ever just look at your aging parents and wonder how in the world did the time just get ripped right out of their hands?.....How were you placed in the very spot they were once in?<br />
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Do you ever just look for hope hopelessly and believe that it will never be found........<br />
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Do you just want to go back and change things? Words that you spoke, actions that you took?<br />
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Many times I have been out here on this piece of ground watching the sun go down. Many, many pictures taken....Many, many thoughts had come and gone, some regrets, but He chose to give grace when I chose the wrong path and for that I am deeply grateful.<br />
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As for HOPE, well it was never lost....Not if your found. As hopeless as things might seem ....Truly the Maker of heaven and earth breathes hope into your soul. He gives life and puts wind beneath your wings.<br />
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And at times this earthly body struggles to be the vessel you need it to be, but never once will your soul struggle to live. Because Hope is found in the heart of the created. HOPE is longing to be with the Maker. <br />
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My life certainly has not been picture perfect. I've made unwise choices that cost me dearly. But wisdom comes from error and trials. It's what shapes you ......molds you. Refines you. And He nudges and urges me to be more like Him every day.....And there are times when I fail...miserably. His Grace is more than I can understand. His mercy unfailing.......And so there is my light....My hope to get back up and try again. And I Press On.........Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-70285051117036803932015-10-15T14:34:00.001-04:002015-10-15T14:48:13.172-04:00Wondering If God Tells You....Went to the barn this morning. It was still dark. It felt quite cool. I thought of you as I always do coming up the road that you and that old gulf cart traveled every day with out fail. Today is bitter sweet....We are all wondering, should we celebrate? Wondering if it's all still too raw...This empty hole that no one else can fill. I wished you a Happy Birthday in the light of the stars told you I missed you....Wondering if God tells you.......<br />
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Wondering if God tells you every night before the littles go to bed that we pray for Grandmom. We ask God to tell you we love and miss you. Wondering if the hugs of love are heaven bound.....<br />
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Wondering if He tells you that Grandmom, well, She is holding on. She tells me all the time how much she misses her man. And oh how proud you would be of all the kids! They've all stepped up and pitched in......Kole feeds the steers. Johnny told him he could have the first calf that was born if he kept up the good work. Oh and by the way, Kole wanted the honor of burying your earthly body in the ground......Did God ever tell you how your kids and grand kids spoke at your funeral...Wondering if you heard all the nice things that were being said. Wondering if you knew the church was packed...<br />
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And we all have our moments of tears and still wishing you were here. Really wanting to talk to you again and hear your loud beautiful laughter....<br />
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Johnny had Hunter go pick up some trees today in Cocoa Beach so they could plant them where we all said goodbye. Kieth, Johnny, Hunter and Jacob built a really nice fence and Jason stained it.....I'm wondering if you already know....<br />
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We are all taking really good care of your bride. Cheryl has her over every Wednesday night for supper. Fay has her over every day for lunch and I have her over the other nights for supper. Shiney moved in with her to keep her company......The nights are really hard, but she is strong and she will be just fine......We all really love her so....Wondering if God tells you how everyone in the family pops in on her, actually we won't leaver her alone..... Butterfly girl doesn't miss a day without going over to visit. Wondering if your smiling down on us......Wondering if you know how very much you are truly missed........Happy Birthday<br />
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Just wondering if God tells you all those things.............<br />
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<br />Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-77150417149417147642015-09-23T19:56:00.001-04:002015-09-23T20:03:14.068-04:00Mama If I could Share With YouMama if I could share with you......If I could tell you that your worth is so much more than you know. If you only knew how important you are...If you knew that you were hand picked by God for those babies down the hall, would your perception of this life be rearranged? If you could only see the value in being the one they get to call Mama.<br />
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The world will never satisfy...Never beable to fill you up. Never make you feel valued for who you are. Because the world's vision of self worth is slow self destruction. Do and be, lose this, gain that...Until you've lost sight of what God has instore for your precious soul.<br />
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There is no perfect potion, no magic number. No amount of status quo can fill what has left a hole. You will never be good enough for the world.......But you are always priceless in God's eyes. Precious just the way you are. Perfect for the man He chose for you. No other Mama could fill your shoes....no other Mama could love those babies like you.......<br />
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For her children arise and call her blessed, her husband also and he praises her. Such a priceless gift to be given. He believes you are worthy. Sanctified...Set Apart......Someone with value....You are His!<br />
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So when the past creeps in and the voices get loud, tell you "Your no good". Remind you of who you were and what you did...Know, you are never with out hope. You are God's child. Your past does not define your present! Your past is there to strengthen your NOW. Reminds you of how far He's brought you....Reminds you of how much you needed a Savior.<br />
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The world will fail you. Leave you empty and tired of trying to be something you were never meant to be. You were meant to be His....Child of God....Precious one, let Him show you your worth. His sacrifice ran blood red and scarred deep.......You. Are. Worthy. Because of His Sacrifice.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-69482252955028260712015-09-04T09:33:00.000-04:002015-09-04T09:33:25.634-04:00In Our Litttle Corner of the WorldIn my little corner I choose hope......I choose to love even when it seems impossible to love. And when my heart breaks from all the darkness in this world I choose to be a light. That light in which He tells us cannot be hidden. The light that out shines and makes the dark one flee. I choose to be a voice for life and not death. Death has no sting on my saved soul.<br />
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I choose to speak truth even when truth no longer makes sense to most. For the message of the wooden cross is foolishness to those with out hope......But to us who are being saved it is the power of Adonai, Our God. And He reigns like a Lion in this heart of mine.<br />
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In my little corner I will be that friend you can trust...I will be that friend who has your back even when we don't agree, I will still be your friend. Because I believe there is way too much division in this world and we have lost what has made us one.......I don't care what color you are.....I don't care what you believe to be true......The only way we can get past our past is to look ahead. We are all created by One Creator. Uniquely different, but yet the same. Just as I respect you, can you respect me? I'm not here to force my beliefs upon you....I'm called to share the truth unapologetically......unashamed and with LOVE. That's it, no ties... No strings attatched. You may move on and I will not follow. It's okay.....You are free to choose.<br />
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Beloved you have to see that this place is no longer safe.....She is no longer freedom.....She no longer stands strong and defends the weak. But you and I? We can....In our little corner of the world we can stand for Hope. Stand in the gap and help the weak. Speak out for the innocent and breathe LIFE. WE can unite and be LOVE even when we disagree...We can still agree on LOVE. The Great Commission....Surely will not be easy. But it is my/our purpose. That is truly why we are here. It's not about our wardrobe or body. It's not about the nit picky things through out our day. It's so much bigger than you and I, but when we unite just think of the possibilities! It all starts in your corner of the world. Don't give up....Don't call it quits.....Stop saying it's the end. Its not over till it's over! And we know who wins.......There are aching souls out there that still need hope. The time is now!Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-70104314466723943602015-08-22T09:04:00.001-04:002015-08-22T09:14:28.270-04:00Are You Taking Pictures?One thing I realized this week going through years of pictures is that the number of pictures started to dwindle as the time went on........I found myself wishing I would of been more up to date with my picture taking.......Found myself wishing I made the time to put music girl in his lap so that she had that memory......Found out that it hurts when you go about your day and don't take the time to just stop what I am doing to go make memories......Found out how much I took him living forever for granted. Always thought I had time. Thought he would be here......for a lot more years.<br />
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Sunshine girl frantically looked for just one more recent picture, One more precious memory. Gentle giant came in and asked why there hadn't been any more memories put on paper.......And with all these crazy days of just trying to get things done you realize that you have forgotten to do the one thing that was more important than all the rest..............taking time ....making time to record the memories.<br />
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Funny how death brings light to life......Strange how losing one makes you hold tight to others.....Makes you forgiving of all you couldn't let go. Helps you to understand that this thing called life is more precious than your chore list.......<br />
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And as time dulls that piercing pain I pray that the memory of lessons learned will not dull or fade too.<br />
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This weekend brings family and friends. This weekend brings memories. I'm charging my camera battery right now as I type.......Why not get your camera out too, before that one person who was suppose to be here forever is no longer here....<br />
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<br />Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-239277730928722172015-08-17T14:34:00.000-04:002015-08-17T14:40:33.332-04:00It Started With HimYou always wonder how you would handle the news......No matter how much you think you are prepared for this thing called life, it comes whipping in like a storm and smacks you in the face. knocks you down, makes you lose your breath. Moments like these certainly put life into perspective, makes things chrystal clear. Shows you what needs to be worked on....What needs to be let go...Shows you how to be thankful for what you were given.<br />
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This family it comes together often. Every holiday, every birthday. It started with him......He led well. Was honest about life. Thought he was always right and oddly enough more times than not he was. And when we thought he wasn't, it provoked deep thought, led us to find the answers for ourselves....But it always started with him.<br />
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After the shock comes the memories.....they flood your mind, make you smile, make you laugh, make you fall to your knees and hurt that deep hurt that comes from loving so hard..... comes from years of living. Doing what is good ...Learning how to come together after we fall apart. Realizing that blood truly is thicker than water. Knowing we won't always get it right, but always forgiving when we get it wrong.<br />
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The family has been going through piles and piles of pictures. So many memories....Soo many stories...WE all sat around the table yesterday and what I loved the most is when we were sharing our memories, it was the laughter that filled our home and in the back ground, I could hear that man's laughter.....Little man walks out to the porch to sit by himself...I meet him right where it hurts. He tells me "Mama I can still hear his voice. I can still hear his laughter." And I could honestly tell him from my heart that that is the one thing you will never ever forget! It will always ring in your ears. The crackling sound of his voice. And many times you will find he will be your voice in all of the lessons he taught you. Just be willing to listen......<br />
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If legacies are what make the man, then the legacy he left behind is one of Strong Faith in the Lord. You knew that about him if you knew him at all. What I will miss the most is his prayer before we all sat down together to eat or celebrate......The Patriarch always took his place....It was him to lead his family in prayer. He was first in line for the food. It started with him.<br />
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The legacy of family, this is where his passion came roaring in. He wanted to be involved in every ones life, Every little detail. It was his passion to help you, because he knew best. He didn't want to see any of us fail. Sometimes that was hard for us to swallow.....Hard for us not to rebel.....I rebelled.....It's those moments that make you wish you would of handled things better than you did....My man taught me how to repect the man he called his father....RESPECT means a lot in life. No regrets. No do overs.<br />
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And how do we get to that place where the daily habits of his life won't hurt us so much? How do we go through another family gathering without our Patriarch? How do we.........live with out this man that has been such a dominate figure in every one's life? When will the tears stop flowing? When will the pain not be so piercing?<br />
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I've been in this spot a couple times before......I can still hear the crackling laughter of my own grandpa ringing in my ears. I remember the pain of losing him and how piercing it was. What I know is, time can dull the pain, but time can also make you miss them more. It's only by the Grace of God that we as a Family will be able move on. Our focus now turns to our beloved Matriarch.....Oh how she is loved. And oh how much she needs us all right now.....For a long time to come. 57 years together, morphing into one. He was her world.........It started with him asking her out.....It started with him.......<br />
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How do you find the grace to change with the seasons? How do you let the Sun wash over you and be at peace as your vessel begins to fade to grey? And when do you find that moment where things just aren't the same? ..........Because it's always changing, some one is always growing, learning and turning into a different version of self.<br />
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They tell me it's a slow progression, but I tell you it's anything but slow. I turned my head, blinked for only a moment and here I am looking at my man and asking how we got from there to here so quickly....... and this life is only but a whispered breath. Mama says "The days are long, but the years are short." And she's grasping, trying to hold on.....I feel her pain of wanting those days back. At the same time she rejoices in the present.<br />
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So many times I ask how we can be in two places at the same time? In One place your holding on not wanting to lose your grip , the other, your learning how to let go gracefully.<br />
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I don't claim to have the answers to life, but I do know life is not meant to be lived alone. Life is meant to be shared. All the ugliness, all of the raw moments, all of the "fall on your face" kind of days, they were meant to be shared. All of the bitter sweet growing pain moments, All of the very first time moments, the sentimental moments, The whispered "I love you" moments, were meant to be given and not kept.<br />
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Even the messy, raw moments of life should be shared. To be real in front of on lookers makes them aware they are not alone in their mess.........That real people have regrets and make mistakes....That real people don't have it all figured out and no one should ever be put so high on a pedastal that they end up breaking when they hit the ground. Living this life can be confusing, but it's never with out meaning or direction. He is your light in the darkest of nights.<br />
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You are someone's God given gift. Someone He chose just for them. And you are more than likely a gift to multiple people. Be the gift that's worth cherishing, worth opening, worth remembering.......Because this life is but a whispered breath. Spend every moment as if it were your very last. Change is a given......Learn to grow from it. Learn to roll with it....But most of all, learn to share it!Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-15519181896688762102015-08-04T10:55:00.001-04:002015-08-04T11:06:29.554-04:00Something About This PlaceI was never made for the bright lights of the city. Never wanted to be in large, loud crowds and places. And when ever I find myself there I feel anxious. There is something special about being where trees never see pavement. So peaceful to hear the birds sing their lonesome song. To see the fence line in the morning with slow milking bovines chewing cud on the other side is devine.....<br />
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Something about sinking your hands in the earth makes you feel at home, makes you remember where you came from. Something about the setting sun makes you feel the rythym of the internal time clock.<br />
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There is something about being able to provide and sustain on this God given land. Something about farm life that makes me feel I'm right where I need to be.<br />
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Something about being close to God's creatures as you learn their purpose and yes even their charm.<br />
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I can't imagine not being able to hear, see, touch this quiet piece of land. Can't imagine not feeling the grass between my toes or that earthy smell of flowers and fresh cut hay. Can't imagine not having that feeling of wanting to spread my arms like wings in this wide open space........<br />
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Something about the many faces of the sun as it rises and falls to the rythym of the day. The mysterious way it hangs so perfectly. How it calls the moon to take it's spot and rightfully so.<br />
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And as I take in this beauty day in and day out.......Dusk til Dawn as I hear the morning choir of birds chirping to the evening song of crickets and a lone barn owl bringing in the night......I am truly and deeply thankful and humbly blessed to be given these gifts every day!<br />
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I take a deep breath and breathe in LIFE..........Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-10113652103226927252015-07-30T17:17:00.001-04:002015-07-30T17:31:29.592-04:00How Battles Are WonWake up, stumble to the bathroom. In the dark I get dressed and with a dim light I brush my teeth. He's still sleeping. So many times it has always been him to wake before me. So many times he's left me sleeping. I quietly put on my boots and walk out the door. It's that grey space before the light hits the dawn, makes you feel like your the only one.<br />
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And this world she keeps spinning and we all just keep doing.......Doing what needs to be done, doing right and trying so hard to keep out the wrong....But this world keeps spitting out the mud as we watch it splatter. Messes up all our plans and breaks all our hearts. Knocks the wind right out of us. It's hard to catch your breath when your drowning in the depths of someone else's choices.....someone else's greed......someone else's plans. And we are living in the days where right is wrong and wrong is right. I try holding on to only lose my grip of all that I can't grasp, all that I can't understand.<br />
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When a monument of the Ten commandments about living life right is voted to be tore down because apparently living a good life is offensive then I have to ask why? When baby parts are being sold for the almighty dollar, when human life just don't seem to matter, then my heart just can't bare the crushing weight of insanity, insensativity.......In this world we have lost compassion and traded it for hatred and greed and self fullfillment....In this crazy world we have lost our minds. Lost our courage our rights, our freedom all because of ignorance and silence.<br />
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I come back from the barn....some days I wish it could always be as peaceful and sweet as just doing my morning chores. That all will be right with this ever spinning ball placed so eloquently in space. Not too close to the sun and not too far away......But just right.....And as she spins she's kissed by the warmth of rays.<br />
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But we are fighting a battle and battles can't be fought with warm fuzzy mornings and quiet sips of coffee. Battles are fought with words of courage. Battles are fought standing our ground and speaking out. Battles are won with prayer and faith. Battles are won with kindness and love, respect and wisdom. We are called to live this life in such a way that the rays of the Son are kissing those around us.<br />
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And we are to remember this is not our home. This is not where it ends. So many need to know the Hope we keep inside. So many need to have the peace that only the Author of the Ten Commandments can bring. Because He rights every wrong. Pulls Good from the doom. Has a plan in motion. We are the generation that is watching the Bible play out in real live time. He said this was going to happen.<br />
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Take heart, He has overcome this spinning, mud flinging world. Buckle up we are going for a ride! Be Brave, Be Strong, Be Courageous....Be Love....Be Hope....Be Peace.....Be in Prayer. BE HIS<br />
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In the slow of the day there is life ....are you willing to live it in a way that they will remember it was worth living.<br />
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I spend every day with them, but I often have to ask myself, Am I spending time with them? You can be in the same room in the same space and yet still be so far away.<br />
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And I hear you when you say "I'm just so tired." Your tired of being the referee, tired of being the maid, tired of waiting on instead of being waited on. Oh my beloved, I get in thoose places that seem to want to hold you down and keep you captive.....But you have the key....You've always had the key. He says "Come find rest in me." Get filled up and then go spend some quality time with them....Go for a walk, bake some cookies, draw a picture....Involve them in your day. If they are little, chances are they are willing to please you.....Let them please you, even if it takes sorting those socks a whole lot longer...You will remember the sound of their sweet, sweet voice as they try to carry on a worthy conversation.....It's worth remembering.<br />
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I believe your gonna have those crazy days when nothing goes right......But always remember....I have to always remember, I don't have to stay there in that moment. I have the key to unlock the door.......I have the freedom to choose how I behave. And they are watching my every move.<br />
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I can freely move beyond that moment and make a new one.......That's Powerful. When you have the option, Choose to go slow.........It Matters!Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-309199346086051302015-07-25T07:00:00.000-04:002015-07-25T07:38:20.415-04:00She Stops Me In My Busy Tracks..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Flower girl stops me in my busy tracks to show me life. Slow moving life.<br />
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She reminds me to slow down often. Stops me in my busy tracks. Tells me I'm going too fast. So much we miss when we speed through life. So many little moments worth slowing down for. So many times I've missed the moment to catch a snail, a smile, a tear, a hug, a thought, a touch. All because of my need to get things done. I'm running around like I have a time clock tick, tick, ticking in my head.......And I do, but I'm afraid I all too often listen to the wrong clock. And her time for being small is tick, tick, ticking away......<br />
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It's funny to me how many things they will notice in a walk or a moment when they are willing to take the time. Funny how us Mamas could be doing the very same things if we just choose to slow down those busy tracks once in a while.<br />
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This sweet girl usually brings me beautiful flowers, but on that particular day she brought me so much more. She brought me to my knees so that I could get closer to what she was seeing, closer to what she thought was worth slowing down for......She brought me closer to her moments.<br />
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Every moment is valuable. Every moment can be teachable. Every moment should be considered before speeding through, leaving nothing but our busy tracks.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-45104914667483955542015-07-24T08:35:00.002-04:002015-07-24T08:38:20.069-04:00Won't You Rejoin Me?Have you ever had that moment when God told you to be silent? And you knew in your heart of hearts your words had lost their meaning because you had lost your perspective......Because literally, your well had run dry....<br />
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That has been me.....I've always loved to write. Love even more to put pen to paper than to tap these letters on this keyboard. But God has with out a doubt told me "To be still and know that He is God" for quite a while. And don't think I haven't tried many, many times to sit here and tap out my soul, because I have, but nothing would come......</div>
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You see He teaches me life's lessons when I'm most willing to be quiet and listen. I can't speak of things not lived and learned. I can't give you a word of comfort if I'm not willing to be comforted. And shame on me if I've ever acted in such an arrogant way that I sounded as if I knew best or I had more wisdom than was given! I believe we all want to be loved and accepted, but until we learn to be honest about who we really need love and acceptance from then we will always feel empty and our well dry........</div>
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Sometimes.....Most times, wisdom comes in being silent.....being still.....knowing when to speak and when to stop speaking. Knowing when to type and when to stop typing.</div>
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I must be honest, with all of this time off, I've had so many words swirling around inside my head. They all seemed liked a jumbled up mess, but lately they've been taking on structure and form. coming into sentences and complete thoughts. And I couldn't be more thrilled! If you love to write then you know what I mean.....Oh I'm just an amateur....I'm more grammatically incorrect than I am correct.....So please bare with my imperfections. I'm hoping these words typed out will have meaning, order and subtance. Something you and I can nibble on from time to time. I've told you before I type a lot of my words out of my own feelings of conviction. I don't poke fingers towards others and then write about it. I share my heart.......Words can either be healing or hurtful...I choose healing. Won't you rejoin me on my journey with Our one True King? I'm so happy to be back!</div>
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Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-58206184748268533942015-03-17T21:09:00.001-04:002015-03-17T21:17:55.113-04:00Growing Old GracefullyText comes through from an early morning friend.......Tells me she may be going crazy...This being a wife and Mama thing can bring you to a point where you forget who you are. When you question why your here.....And the Blessings flow like a raging river but you feel like your drowning all at the same time. You want to be thankful....You know you should be thankful.....<br />
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Sometimes we get so afraid of changing because we build our lives around those we love most. And we often question if we can handle the seasons as time grows us old. But there is always Grace for every change.....for every season.<br />
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I tell her she is not alone. I some how get myself in those places that feel so empty when my life is so full. And somehow time makes you bolder. Christ can make you stronger in all the years that come and go. Lessons learned, trials go deep and dig hard to the point where you feel your breaking, but the broken are meant for healing and healing reveals JOY........<br />
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I can't say I have all the answers. I don't know the right words most of the time. But Beloved I know your not crazy. Your the daughter of the one True King........And I believe those fears and emptiness swirling inside your head are just growing pains.....Just signs of you moving towards another season.<br />
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I never understood that ole' saying, "Growing old gracefully" until now......I believe it means you need all the GRACE to grow old because it surely is not easy when your a Mama! And if our loved ones could just understand the many identities and roles we play. So many we try to keep up with. So many we try to be good at...... So many, that we forget who we are. And failure always seems to be looming around the corner. If we could only get one identity right, it would be our identity in Christ. When we get that down everything else will fall in place.......<br />
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At times I feel so guilty living in a place where persecution is usually nothing more than hateful words. But I am not naive, I know persecution is growing here. <br />
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And then all you read in the headlines are the deaths of those that bear the name of Christ and had it etched deep with in their hearts........So deep..... they walked the beach to their earthly death. And I never knew how truly DARK and pain chillingly COLD evil could get and it just seems to be getting ever so much darker.<br />
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It makes me wonder how strong is the name of Christ etched upon my heart? Would I bear the name all the way to an untimely death? Because To live is Christ, To die is gain. Would I bear the cross for all to see? When asked if I am a Christ bearer, would I say yes in the face of death?<br />
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And I plead to God to just please make this stop. Send your angels. Save our brothers and sisters. Save your children!<br />
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But my plan is not His plan.......And all these things must take it's place in time to fulfill that which was redeemed 2000 years ago. Never did He say we would not have broken hearts....We would never feel pain.....Never did He say trials will not come......<br />
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<br />Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-20926171736232522002015-01-15T11:40:00.001-05:002015-01-15T11:46:21.928-05:00Lessons Learned<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If I could bring it all into perspective. Tell you what I've been learning.......Would it resonate with you? I know that my sin soaked soul all too often had to learn the hard way. I know that trials come and lessons are learned. I know that souls are molded when we experience life. I know that trials reveal the need for a Savior.<br />
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If I told you that most times it's better to be silent.....to wait and to observe before you explode into words. Would you listen?<br />
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If I told you that patience is definitely worth waiting for, Could you wait for it? Could you wait for God to answer before you jumped on a decision? And yet what you experience in the waiting is the longing for God to do miracles.....And isn't that what God would love for us to do? To long for Him. To want Him, To need Him....<br />
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If letting go were easy would we do it more often? Would we grow with out the growing pains?<br />
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Took my oldest son to the store to buy household things.....Needful things for first timers being out on their own. So surreal watching the 19 years flash before my eyes. Little boy in my arms melting my heart turned instantly into grown man still melting this Mama's heart. Little by little he's teaching me how to let go. How to hurry up and wait on all these years of milestones.<br />
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I believe the best way to learn the hard lessons of life is to learn them together. To live this life with each other, with people....Because can't we learn from each other?.......<br />
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Love, patience, Kindness, Communication, Letting Go, Giving, Receiving, Honesty, Loyalty, Forgiveness...<br />
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How do we learn all of that by being alone? By excluding others and putting up walls? How do we learn to keep close relationships with out having trials? Because they are gonna come. Like it or not this sin soaked world is gonna break some hearts intentionally and unintentionally. It's up to us on how we handle the brokenness.......<br />
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I know why God gave me my man. Because He knew that I needed to learn to wait for patience. I needed to learn to keep quiet and listen and observe. I needed a lesson in humility and service. I needed a man that would keep me grounded when this life of mine takes flight.<br />
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I've seen my Sunshine girl go through a trial that made her and her Best friend so much closer than they ever were before! Sometimes trials are necessary to grow.<br />
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Did you ever think about the people that come and go in your life. Did you ever look back at the lessons you were learning because of them. And did you know it's okay if they didn't stay....Sometimes they must go so that they can learn from someone else. Oh but the times that they end up staying through the thick and the thin of it? What a huge blessing to have those kind of people in your life! Because life is so much better when we come through hard times together, when we continue to learn together!<br />
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Now go live your life today and thank God for those special people that have taught you lessons and from the ones that you are continuing to learn from!<br />
<br />Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-60282418755530828012014-11-26T08:59:00.000-05:002014-11-26T09:03:43.516-05:00Use Your Words, Post Your Pictures, Post What is GOOD!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's hard to know at times whether to speak or keep silent. It's been quiet here. Not because I don't have anything to say, but rather sometimes words can be too much....Too much of a hindrance. A stumbling block. Deafening to the ears as they slow the healing.<br />
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Many times I stay silent for fear my words may sound too proud....too boastful. Dare I say that I'm fearful of sounding too perfect or too fake.<br />
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People can take words and miss use them. People can hear words all wrong and misconstrue them. People can take your words and turn your world upside down.<br />
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We are living in a world that seems to have lost all rights to any sort of gravity or grounding. And as this earth is spinning out of control where wrong is right and right is wrong I sit here in silence, watching the heartbreak and confusion.<br />
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I see post after post of destruction, violence, intolerance, hate, and division. Post after post of political bashing and finger pointing. We all have opinions on how to get back on track. We all have words to say. We are all passionate......... And most of the time we are all just preaching to the choir....<br />
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Yesterday my man and I celebrated 20 years of marriage and I love him more today than I ever thought I could! I'm so very proud to carry his last name. His heart is etched in mine and I can't imagine not ever meeting this God given man who promised to hold my hand through this life. I've never met any one like him. He keeps me grounded when this life of mine takes flight and God knew I needed him. He knew I needed a strong man to tame my crazy thinking and my wild words.<br />
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And I share this with you because although I'm always fearful of sounding too proud or too good I believe we need more good! And I must tell you I'm proud of the 20 years and the 1/2 dozen kids we have under our belts.<br />
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Can I tell you that I enjoy seeing post after post about love gone right and kids all peanut butter faced. Can I also tell you that if we all shared all that is good in our lives it would out shine the bad in this world. The darkness has to flee when the light shines in the room.<br />
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Now please hear my words right......I'm not telling you to be perfectly fake on FB. What I'm saying is, it's ok to share what makes you proud. It's ok to share what is good. Don't be fearful like I have been in the past because someone might misconstrue your words or take your pictures as being too boastful.<br />
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In a world where marriage is not sacred anymore I am proud to be one of the few that have made it to the 20 year mark and not only have we made it in numbers we are still in love....We are still making love.....Yep I said it right here on the internet. We are a married couple doing married couple things! And I am proud!<br />
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So it goes with the season.......I am Truly Thankful for the blessing of this graced filled life. And although I'm far from being perfect I know what is GOOD. I know that we need to see more GOOD, because GOOD is out there and it needs to be shared. Too much of the bad is starting to overwhelm my soul but I haven't lost my JOY or my HOPE..........<br />
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And so I challenge you all, my Beloved.....I challenge you to post all that is good.....Messy faced kids, beautifully messed up kitchens, scrumptious pies, family hugging, crayon marked walls, Parents kissing........Share the light! Be Thankful! Use your words and count your Blessings.<br />
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And by the way I know how to change the world and it's not my opinion, it's His commandment.....<br />
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<br />Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-63154245884583530012014-11-05T12:15:00.001-05:002014-11-05T13:20:20.982-05:00I Needed to Put Some Things Behind Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Deep down inside I'm a recovering perfectionist....Wanting everything just so......Everything to go my way. As a matter a fact my most favorite perfectionist thing to do is PLAN. I enjoy it. Love looking at what is suppose to come next.<br />
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But in all reality This sin soaked Mama fails daily. And as much as she tries to plan and get things just so, the more she realizes Perfection is not ever attainable with out the Perfecter. And I will never be perfect, but I truly know the One who is.<br />
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A clean house was easy to obtain with children number 1 & 2.......Even when 3 & 4 came I still held it together......For the most part.<br />
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But then God allowed us to have 5 & 6......And I'm beginning to understand one of the many reasons why.<br />
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Because He knew this Mama needed to tuck some things behind her and one of them was her need to be Perfect. Oh I still get extremely frustrated but, I'm too tired at the end of the day to worry about my floor.<br />
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I have taken on the label Free Spirit and some days I truly embrace it. Other days I see it as complete and utter failure.<br />
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Although I do, most times, take great comfort in just letting it ride I know that there is a need to get things done, to plan and prepare.<br />
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I need to make this clear I'm not a perfectionist in the way you might be. I'm not all about numbers and schedules......My perfection problem was in having a clean and perfect home with perfectly dressed children.....If I could get some pics of my first two children and some pics of our first home and then some pics now, you would see the contrast in both sets of pictures.<br />
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Am I okay with the contrast? Yes and no. Like I said I'm recovering........<br />
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I'm still learning what comes first. And although My man would like a more consistent job at getting the laundry done, he knows I'm trying.......<br />
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I'm learning that life is wrapped in the small gestures......the kisses, the hugs, a warm, home cooked meal, Pouring his glass of tea, Actually listening to the child who is screaming to be heard.....Reading stories and giving heart felt gifts, sharing a smile, a kind word.......Those are the things you and I will want to be remembered for.<br />
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If someone were to speak at my funeral the last thing I would want to be remembered for is my perfection problem or that my floor was always clean. Instead I would love to have them say she was always kind, listened when I needed to be heard, hugged often and loved much. Her door was always open even when there were days she thought she couldn't do it, she soon warmed up and fed those around her table. Because Christ loved her first with all of her quirky imperfections. All of her broken pieces, He loved her for who she was and changed her into who she was meant to be.<br />
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And that my friends is the reason why I put some of those unimportant feelings of inadequacy away....Is there room to improve? Absolutely! I'm still trying to get some order to my chaos and some days are really good! Other days need a whole lot of GRACE!<br />
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A wise friend once told me in all my rushing around "I didn't come to see your house, I came to see my friend."<br />
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<br />Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-34523170053554424982014-10-18T22:12:00.000-04:002014-10-18T22:20:52.006-04:00Love Hard Enough to Bring Change<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's often I dream about walking through a place like this. I dream of the leaves rustling beneath my feet and the birds singing their last song of fall. I can just feel the cold crisp air wakening my senses to someone off in the distance burning leaves in an old burn barrel. It's never overwhelming, just a slight hint of October smoke in the air.<br />
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And high up above I hear the last call of the Canadian goose as they make their flight pattern across the Autumn sky. I wonder if it's selfish of me to want to be alone in this majestic place where Autumn's jewels change with the first twinge of the bitter frost.<br />
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Autumn brings change and change brings growth after all that's withered falls away. I miss Autumn's jewels........<br />
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I miss the change they brought......<br />
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And even though I don't see a dramatic change here I still know that God is at work taking all that's old and laying it down to be transformed into something new that I have never seen before. And sometimes this change, it hurts til I can't hardly stand it. But that's the price of love.....In order to love and love well we have to dig deep and go big or we might as well go home. Because through it all that's where the growing starts that's where the learning begins and when we are stretched beyond our limit He always brings reprieve from what has kept us imprisoned.<br />
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And it's at just the right time and just the right place. His ways are perfect. Only He can bring about change in a way that truly changes from with in.<br />
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To love so much that it hurts.......To love so much you think your heart will explode right out of your chest. Tell me would you love this much? Are you Loving this much?<br />
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Love Big or Go Home because nothing ever gets accomplished when your love doesn't change those around you.....When someone's LOVE doesn't change you........<br />
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Love hard enough to bring change!Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-10422307736231382722014-10-07T16:22:00.002-04:002014-10-07T17:10:02.988-04:00So What Do You Do When You Want To Be Renewed?It's been a little over 8 years and it was just 8 girls.......All from different walks of life. We came together because just one had asked us to share in the celebration of her half century. And so it goes with each and every Birthday, we celebrate each other every year, through out the year.<br />
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So what do you do when you want to be renewed, when you want to see revival? In all reality I'm not really sure any of us realized how badly we all needed this. How badly we all wanted more from each other than just the passing of some birthday gifts.</div>
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When you have a Whole weekend together there is bound to be some sharing. Bound to be some tears. Bound to be tears through laughter. Because that's what girlfriends do. </div>
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WE talked about loyalty and trust. We talked about kids growing up and giving us grand babies. We talked about the growing pains between parent and child......and that included elderly parents too. We talked about marriage and divorce. And as we walked through our lives one by one I saw a pattern, even though every walk was different they were all still oddly familiar. </div>
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We opened His word and sat around the table. We drank every drop that was offered and loved each other with our words of healing and encouragement. Shared some of the deepest places of our hearts and felt the safety and loyalty of friendship. Something we knew we all had but, we never really used it like this before. That's revival of the heart my friend.</div>
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Renewal of the soul comes when you release all that is weighing you down. It's amazing how much lighter the burden, when we give it up to Him who is faithful. Renewal also comes through laughter. The kind of laughter that brings the tears and can even make you tinkle when you least expect it. That is true laughter. That is Renewal of the soul my friend. Good natural healing medicine.</div>
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And it's easy to get wrapped up in your own little world. So easy to stay focused on your inner circle.....It takes effort to look out side that circle. It takes effort to love with a Christ like love. And when we learn to love completely the blessing is found in a heart overflowing.</div>
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I truly love these girls! To be honest and real......I love them so much more because of this weekend's revival-renewal.....</div>
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At the end of our stay we had painted the picture in our minds out loud. We shared how much we have seen changes in all of us, from kids growing up, some getting married and having grand babies. We have even seen death together. And we admitted that change was still coming for all of us, it's inevitable. So a silent pact was made in each of our minds that we needed to stay together on this big green earth until God calls us home one by one......</div>
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It's amazing how pieces of the past can stand the test of time. Through the cold and blowing wind. Through the rain and heavy snow. I truly wonder what keeps it there?<br />
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If structures, walls and fences could talk....If they could share what they've seen and heard over the years.<br />
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I'm pulled in by the past. It doesn't take much...An old pew, a time warn book, a fence made 100 years ago. Makes me ask questions inside my head. Makes me want to go back in time and watch History in real time.<br />
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In History class we talked about Harriet Tubman "The Moses" of her people......Born into slavery. Worked, whipped and beaten by the age of 6. Sold and resold again.....For most, it was the only way to survive, to stay enslaved. Were they actually living or just existing?<br />
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I told my kids that the slave owners forbid any of their slaves to learn to read and write. I asked them why they thought the slave masters would keep the slaves from learning and one little boy spoke up and said, "Because then they would KNOW something."<br />
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All too often we are living as though we are just existing. It's been a slow movement into slavery and we don't even KNOW that we are headed towards a repeat failure.<br />
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On the verge of losing her Sovereignty, Sweet America the land of the free, the home of the brave. I still believe there are enough of us here to make a wave. I still believe in HER. But the media drowns out truth and American History is being distorted. Our kids are being tainted and the government is trying to take control of the parents position. And some how we sit here idle as if we are just trying to stay alive by just existing.<br />
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America where is your boldness? Your courage? Where are the Moses' of your people?<br />
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I want to tell you that I am doing my part. It may be very small at that, but I am making sure my kids inside this home and outside my home KNOW true History! That they KNOW her heritage. I want to instill in them that same American strength that led Harriet Tubman through the underground railroad with over 200 slaves. I want them to fight for freedom! I want them to know it's okay to speak your mind even when your standing in the midst of this ever raging storm. If you speak for TRUTH than the TRUTH shall set you free!<br />
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Parents get involved with your chidren's schooling. Ask them what they are learning. Ask to see their books and read them! KNOW what is going on inside the walls of their school. BE BOLD! It only takes one Moses to free a thousand slaves.<br />
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I don't know about you, but I feel something brewing........And I aim to be on the side of TRUTH. This crazy upside down world where Right is wrong and Wrong is right...I can't sit idly by and just exist. FREEDOM was bought and paid for through CHRIST first and because this Great Nation was born and founded on that very same freedom our American soldiers have laid down there life for no greater cause!<br />
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"I freed over a thousand slaves and I would of freed over a thousand more if they only knew they were slaves."<br />
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Harriet Tubman<br />
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If your looking for true American History Books that have not been distorted keep your eye open I will share with you some great websites and a list of some really good and interesting History Books. Ones that will actually keep your child's attention. Yours too I might add!Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-34250386562256738672014-08-14T08:50:00.001-04:002014-08-14T10:57:08.857-04:00Did She Love?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Walking and living this life can find you choking back tears and feeling the burn of the years that laid the tracks behind you.<br />
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It's always the rushing and speeding through the days and if you could just get a grip.....If you could just breathe......<br />
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I will be turning 44 next month.........Age never really bothered me. I love the milestones. I love standing in the moment and looking back at my tracks. No matter how painful, it's okay to look back once in a while...to Remember where He found you but, it's so much more important to see where He has brought you. What are my tracks like you ask? Some are very faint and others laid thick and black like the hot rubber spinning off the tires as it melted into the pavement...And some are not even there at all. I'm not sure what is worse...The thick black track or the invisible one. Nothing in this life goes un-redeemed.....<br />
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As I sit here thinking about life and what really matters, there is one question that keeps running through my mind........<br />
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Did she love? Did she love with a full and selfless heart. Did she love until it hurt? Love until it wasn't all about her anymore?<br />
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Am I loving like Christ loved the church? Because Christ loved the broken, dirty, trampled on soul......He was not prejudice....His love poured on all who would soak it in........<br />
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I wonder if I'm loving enough? I wonder if I turn my love off at certain times of the day? Like a faucet that that needs a quick turn am I pouring out all my love?<br />
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Because life can get insanely crazy and there are days when I look back at my rubber laid tracks and they are still smoking.......<br />
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Because He is perfect LOVE, His cup runneth over.....A constant stream of living water can wash over my soul and flood out all that's selfish, all that's hurtful. This Mama, she wants to love like Christ.....<br />
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I want to be able to answer that question.......No, I want my children and my man to be able to answer that question with a smile as they quietly nod their head yes..........I want my family and friends and those I lay my tracks near to be able to answer that question with a humble yes.<br />
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Did she Love with a selfless heart? Did she stop and take care of my need before hers? Did she refuel when her love seemed to be all tapped out? Did she know where to go when life went dry?<br />
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With out that kind of love this world gets ever darker....<br />
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In my corner of the world I want to LOVE with a selfless kind of LOVE.........<br />
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Will they look back at my tracks and see CHRIST?<br />
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When they are asked the question, Did she love? Will they be able to say yes?Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024404664203273208.post-86231871443067170432014-05-30T08:29:00.003-04:002014-05-30T08:32:02.045-04:00"The One"<br />
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It's been quite a while since I have stopped by. Seems life gets filled with so much to do it's hard to find the time for sharing words......<br />
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And yet, I really haven't had the urge to share for a while. You see God has been teaching me how much more important it is to listen than to speak. Because honestly wisdom comes from hearing and pausing in moments that were meant for silence.<br />
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Words can roll right on out like the waves on to the beach, but there are only two things they can leave behind..... an eroded soul or an abundant living life with in the sand.<br />
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Lately I've been choosing to be slow to speak. Sometimes I don't speak at all.......Because it's in those moments I hear. I choose to dance with the waves and find life with my feet.<br />
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Oh how Beautiful are the feet of those who bring the good news!<br />
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And that's what I found in the silence.....They are not important, the words that I choose to say, that I think people need to hear are no where near as important as the words of "The One" who gave me life to speak.<br />
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I don't know it all. I never want to come across like I do! what I do know is how to LOVE because of "The One" who loved me first.<br />
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God said to Moses:<br />
I am the eternal God. So tell them, that the Lord, whose name is "I am", has sent you. This is my name forever and it is the name the people must use from now on. Exodus 3:14<br />
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Ps........I want to share with you that when I was writing this post I already had a verse in mind. And I knew my title would be "The One".....So when I went to look for the location of the verse this is what I found in the footnotes. Notice "The One" twice in the text of the foot notes.......Was it I that was speaking today? Or was I listening while God was doing the speaking?<br />
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I Love "The One" who Speaks Life................<br />
May His words be an encouragement to you as you seek Him in silence and go about your day.<br />
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<li id="fen-CEV-1439a"><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Exodus+3%3A14&version=CEV#en-CEV-1439" style="color: #b37162; text-decoration: none;" title="Go to Exodus 3:14">3.14,15</a> <i><span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span></i>: The Hebrew text has “Yahweh,” which is usually translated “<span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>” in the CEV. Since it seems related to the word translated “I am,” it may mean “I am the one who is” or “I will be what I will be” or “I am the one who brings into being.”</li>
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This boy of mine.....This boy of ours, the one who came with the morning light.....I honestly don't know if he understands. I really don't think any of them, the ones that call me Mama, will understand how deep her love runs for them. But then again we never really do understand how much one heart can hold until we let go and give life.<br />
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And what is it about this life that makes things stretch and grow until you feel you can't be stretched any more? I've said this before how I've grown up while raising our quiverful....Been learning right along side them. I've fallen more times than I can count and yet I still receive GRACE.<br />
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And I'm in awe of this young man and what makes him love Christ so much....What makes him lie awake, light on beside his bed reading his Bible.......What makes him so giving? What makes him work so hard? And then I see it as plain as day ......Christ gives the giving heart......makes the soul look forward and press on towards the goal. At such an early age he is where I should of been......18, Savior taking up occupancy in that heart of his. He has a plan, a goal in mind. knows what he wants.....And Daddy and I, we couldn't be more proud.<br />
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Sometimes we just have to let go.......most of us never grab hold of responsibility until it's given to us.....Then it's up to us what we do with it. It's up to us how we handle it......He always seemed to run with it. Understood it. He knew it was the key to un lock other doors....figured that out early.<br />
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No he's not perfect....He's a sinner saved by grace. And he's learning, and he'll go on growing and stretching till he thinks he can't be stretched anymore.<br />
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This Mama doesn't want to put him on a pedestal, but this Mama wants him to know how much he is loved....How proud I am of him.....How thankful God picked me to be his Mama....He could of chose any one else, but He chose me for the job...And although I have failed at times God was always there to pick me back up and help me press on....Because son, you were my goal, as are your siblings......You are what makes me move ahead. You are what I've always dreamed of doing with my life. I've always wanted to be a Mama. And because of God's grace and mercy he has given me that title......<br />
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And I will continue to give it my all with all that is in me.......Because YOU ARE WORTH IT! YOU ALL ARE WORTH IT!<br />
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I want you to know I'm still gonna mess up. This sin soaked Mama may not always get it right, but I'm still learning, I'm still growing.....Being stretched right along with you. Cuz with God as our Pilot we are on this journey together......And I will NEVER stop being your Mama!<br />
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And I want you to know as I'm watching you drive away in the real version of the ones you always use to play with as a boy.....my heart melts....Cuz I can't believe how time waits for no one. Because it's never easy to let go no matter what mile marker you are at. And I will continue to pray for this boy who stole my heart like it's never been stolen before, 18 years ago......<br />
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And P.S......I want to thank you for letting me take your picture. I know it's not your thing.....But you did great! And this Mama's heart is so thankful!<br />
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I Love you!Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10308101389964837164noreply@blogger.com0