The Almighty Physician and His nurses

The line in the waiting room is a long one. This is where the sick and broken wait..............

And one by one they take them in. Asking them where it hurts.

Good Doctors are hard to find these days. Ones that have the time to care. To take the time to ask questions and to answer questions. It takes a special person to do what they do. Our bodies are so complex. I know I'm not that special person. The sight of blood makes me weak in the knees.

Isn't that what church is for? For the hurt and the broken? For the sinners and the saints? Why are we all here, if it's not for the broken? We come together, to learn together, to heal together, to correct eachother. To hold eachother accountable. To help fix the broken.

Don't we all have the capability to at least be nurses..........nurses of the heart? Especially if Jesus occupies your heart. Don't you feel what He feels for the broken? No matter how big the hurt, Jesus can heal, He is The Great Physcian. And praying is our medicine. Taking the time to ask questions, to listen. To give a hug, to lend a hand even when you don't have the time. Make the time, take the time to care. Sometimes the hurt and broken don't want to be fixed, they don't "need" to be healed. But if we give up on them .........They will never feel the conviction, Never see the healing, And death will be forever.

 To be God's hospital we need to be His body......hands, arms and feet. But most of all Patience is of most importance. For it is in His time that the hurt and the broken become healed. I learned that lesson with my uncle. For years I prayed for his salvation. I wrote letters, it made him angry, but I kept on. I really began to doubt that my prayers would be answered.  But I kept praying and a couple of weeks before he died, he gave his life to the Lord. Cancer may have taken his body, but his soul won the victory.  Church is not a Country Club, it's a Hospital. And God is the almighty Physician and we are His nurses.  By the way, the line in the waiting room is a long one.

What Matters

"I just had my drivers liscence renewed, it will be good for another 8 years." She pauses and then starts again..."I'll be 78 years old........That's a sobering thought isn't it?" I try and grab words as if they are floating right above me. It's strange to me, I said. Strange when you put a number on your life. She has held and rocked all my babies even was there to watch a couple of them come into this world. I don't put in-law after Mother............It doesn't suit her, that's not who she is to me.

I think of all the things she has taught me over the years, all the things she has brought to my life. Does she even realize the difference she has made in me........in everyone. She plays many roles in this family. Faithful wife, Loving Mother, Devoted Grandmother. And she puts her all into everything she does. She rarely says no, I don't believe it's part of her vocabulary. It's probably the most precious role she plays.....the role of His servant. That's her gift, that's what she does better than anyone I know. Without a complaint and all in love.

Her light shines and it's shining brighter with age.

I want her to know that when I look at her I'm not seeing a number. I'm seeing someone who has been there for me for more than half my life. A permanat figure. I want her to know that I adore her and am so very thankful for all she has done for me.....for everyone. And even though the grey is starting to appear a little bit more each year that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what your number is. What matters is all of the time and love you have put in. Your legacy will be a great one, one that will live on long past your time here. What really matters is that I know this life is not the end for you and I. What matters is that there are no numbers in heaven. And I'm looking foward to being with you up there. For we are not suppose to cling to this life we live here on earth.

Those who try to hold on to their lives will give up true life. Those who give up their life for me will hold on to true life. Matthew 10:39

So let the grey come and the numbers go up. What really matters is the True Life we have in Him! And by the way, Thank you.........Thank you for all you have done and all your still going to do. But most of all I thank you for your son!

58. True Life
59. My Mother in-love
60. Sparklers

Kindred Spirits

She comes in my room and tells me she is going outside to play, my Sweet Summer Skye, oh how she misses her. From the window I feel her pain. She tells me later that she only cries at night. "That's when I miss her the most."

They are 4 years apart, but so close at heart. Why is it that the tears and fears come mostly at night? It's in the dark that we feel alone. And She is in her little sister's prayers while she is away. At night that's the only light little sister finds. For His Light shines through the blackest of nights, and cuts through the loneliest of times. And she will make it through until her sweet sister returns. This is what makes the heart grow fonder, this is what makes us stronger.

I know how she feels. I have a sister of my own. And when your so close and yet so far, the pain of separation never really dies it just fades. It's through cyber space that we reconnect. Sometimes just seeing her face is all I need to start again.  And she is my best Friend, always has been, always will be. Like kindred spirits dancing in the sun. Dreaming of days gone by. Looking foward to the days to come, to reunite again. And it's easy to pick up where we left off. We share that special bond. No matter how far apart or how long it's been, it's always easy to begin again.

His Glory Reigns

It's raining out side this morning and we are all inside. I look around the house and I notice crystal rain drops inside, hanging from a candle chandleir. I wonder if you slowed the rain down to a stop, would it look like this? 

And this is God's rain soaking the floor of the earth. Quenching all thirst. Rejuvinating everything green. And I pause..........

Everything God given, Everything God made, Everything under the rain is crystal clear. His Glory shines like the sun through the prisms of my indoor crystal rain drops. Like the outdoor rain brings the colors out of the earth. His Glory Reigns.......And the sun is making it's way through the blanket of clouds to shine on His Glory.  Enjoy each brand new day even when it rains, because they are all God Given.

What are they drinking in?

There is something about watching them together. She is getting to know her Daddy.  Each time she stays in his arms a little longer before she cries out to her Mama. She is finding out there is safety and comfort wrapped up in his strong arms.

You can see the bond forming right in front of you. It's forming into that Daddy love. The love that I grew up with, the love that I still know.



And these are the moments they begin to look up to you and watch your every move. They take it in, they take it all in. They absorb what you give them.

Even the ones that are sitting beside you, pretending not to be looking.  They are watching and hearing your every move. 


Oh the love she is drinking in. She will carry this with her for the rest of her life. Being held in the big strong arms of her Daddy. She will know and feel love. That love will be passed down because that's all she'll know. That's all she will know how to give.  You give what you are given. You treat how you were treated. You love how you were loved........... 

There was a mama that knocked on our door a while back. She had two little girls with her. She was drunk and told us that her husband was abusing her. And as she was talking, alcohol filling the air, I was watching her little girls. I was struck with deep sadness, because these two little girls were smiling and carrying on like nothing was wrong.  There was no fear, no tears. I did not understand.........But this is normal to them. This is there life. This is what they asorbed. This is what they drank in.  And sadly this is what they will give, this is how they will treat and this is how they will love.............

56. The drinking in of Love
57. Daddy's arms

Practice Flights

Tucked away hidden from view, in the safety of their nest are three little babies.

Not a care in the world.....They are not aware of all the dangers that surround them.

Mama stands watch on a fence near by. Her nest is full........... for now. And she'll stand watch, And she'll take good care of them. Until the day comes, the day that they take their first practice flight.

It's bitter sweet for you , for them. You want what's best for them. I want them to be strong in this world. They have to be. And in order for that to happen I have to let go. Let them take their first practice flights.

They are so beautiful in my eyes, they are so precious in His. Some day they will soar through this life with all the strength and love that you gave them. They will be out from under your wing, and you will be so proud. Because your home was woven together with God's love and protection. Your prayers are being heard. He cares for them more than you do. He has big plans for them. So let them go on their practice flights......He is watching over them and they are tucked under His wing while they are away from you.

I know someday  our nest will be empty......but that doesn't mean I have to feel the emptiness. God will fill my heart with what I need. And someday the nest will be full again with daughter-in-laws, Son-in-laws and Grandbabies. And from what they tell me it's even more AMAZING!

51. Practice flights
52. God's Protection
53. A home woven with God's love
54. Tiny baby birds
55. All my little birdies

I am Fearfully And Wonderfully Made!

My little artists are creators, creators of paper ducks and sunshine magnets, popcicle people and yarn bracelets. Without my little creators there would be no sweet creations. Nothing to hang on my fridge.



And with out them I can't make these one of a kind, precious creations appear. Because something doesn't come from nothing and nothing can't make something. It's only logical, it's simple minded at best.


And yet His creations are above and beyond simple. They are the most complex. So complex that we as mere mortals can't recreate them. We wouldn't begin to know how.


A friend once asked me, "But aren't we still evolving?"  "There are people cloning."

That's not evolving......That's taking a cell or two from something that has already been created. The cells were already there. I'd like to see them make a single cell. A cell that multiplies into a million To create Someone as Beautiful as her.

Psalm 139:14 reads; "I will praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are your works, and my soul knows very well."
In the original Hebrew text, the word 'fearfully' means: with great reverence and heart-felt interest and respect. The word 'wonderfully' means: unique, set apart, uniquely marvelous.


We did not come from a sea of soup. We had a creator and He made us with great reverence and heart felt interest.

You Were Created This Way!




Ps 139:13-16



13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.



14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful,



I know that full well.



15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,



16 your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.


Don't believe everything you hear without doing some research of your own. The evidence is overwhelming if you take the time. You will find that the evolution theory is full of holes and made up facts. It can't stand on solid ground. We discovered a wonderful book called :

 Evolution The Grand Experiment By Dr. Carl Werner.

What I Accomplish While Rocking

A long time ago someone once asked me "Why do you rock your babies?"  "How can you get anything done?"

I looked around the house and it appeared that nothing had been accomplished. Nothing was put away. Dirty dishes in the sink. Dust bunnies in each corner. And I sigh.........

Will my house ever be neat and tidy? Will there ever be a place for everything and everything in it's place? At the time I really had no reply. I didn't know what to say.

But now years later I am still rocking..... my 5th blessing.  All the things I don't accomplish while rocking my babies......dirty dishes, mountains of laundry, chasing dust bunnies....That's not what I'll remember, that's not what I'll cherish. Those things will always be here. They will always need doing. My babies don't stay babies. One day they will fly away from this nest. I have a feeling I will be missing the toys on the floor.  And yes, I believe I will miss the noise and the crazy chaos that comes with it.

What I accomplished is holding, snuggling and bonding with each child. What I remember are the late nights and early mornings. What did I accomplish by rocking my babies? I accomplished a life time of memories. Oh they may not remember, but I tell them all the time how Mama rocked each and every one of them. Rocking their tears away, Rocking their fears away and Rocking them to sleep. No matter how tall they grow I want them to remember, that they were once small enough for me to hold, that they were safe in my arms. Even though there were chores too be done, they were more important than the fleeting dust bunnies and the dishes in the sink. I want them to know that Mama Loved them that much, that she put them first before the chores and the things that really did not matter.

They are not really mine. They are His. He is just letting me borrow them for what seems to be but a breath in this life............And I want to hold on to every moment, every precious little moment. So let the dust bunnies multiply and the laundry do what it does best {Mt. Never Rest}. I'm rocking my babies,  And I'm getting so much accomplished. All the things that really matter most that is.

The Rainbow Flyer

Oh to beable to see what he can see. There was not a cloud in the sky.



He is out with his flying contraption mostly on Saturdays. The brmmm of the engine always lures my kids out to see this strange flying machine, it brings us all out.

We have seen it before, many times and the rainbow flyer still lures us out. And yet man's creation isn't nearly as magnificent as the Creator of all things.

May the bees and the flowers cause you to question their exsistance. How one was made perfectly for the other. And as you see the brilliant blue sky, know that there is no other artist who can paint that way. No other artist can start with nothing and end up with a Masterpiece. His creations can sing, fly, chirp and jump. His firefly has it's own built in light bulb.  Do you know there are so many more creations that we haven't even discovered yet and may never discover in our lifetime?  May God's Creation lure you out and put you in awe and in wonder. Most of all may they cause you to question your exsistance.........For we are His most Beloved Creation of all.