Part two Day 24 Why I Love CHRISTmas

It is snowing today! A WHITE CHRISTMAS.

I am Dreaming of a a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know, May your dreams be merry and bright . . . . Oh wait that is a song . .. one that we just LOVE! Thanks Mrs. Bing Crosby and Danny Kay for being a part of our sentiments and putting it in a movie and song form.

Now to get "home" where many of those took place . . . someday soon.

Day 24 Why I LOVE CHRISTmas

God gave me my last wonderful gift to me on this day two years ago.
Hadassah Rose, named after two wonderul reasons from scripture! Merry Christmas and HAPPY BIRTHDAY Dolly!

Thank You precious Jehovah Jirah to You I am eternally grateful for your birth that meant my and many others salvation and I praise you and worship you for ALL the children you have allowed my womb to carry for they are your gifts to me.

Merry CHRSITmas YahWeh - I LOVE YOU!

Day 23 Why I Love CHRISTmas

Day 23 is a wonderful way to think of all the ways to celebrate even if it is hard for some.

For me, another reason is the joy of HOPEFUL and a friendship!

Thank the good Lord for his Sons' birth and for both mentioned above

Day 20 Why I love Christmas

Once upon a day there was this wavy whisper chestnut brunette little girl who relied in the truth of character. True that there was opportunity of dreams at every corner. She grew up, trusting, laughing giggling and her large almost almond brown eyes grew in wonder. She giggled, loved being creative and realizing that someday some one special is to come to LOVE her deeply.

She awaited that moment. She trusted her instincts that her mama knew had a gift that was interestingly unique. She knew characters of others very well but couldn't explain it really. She grew and smiled with each new acquaintance but oddly she still could read hearts of men differently. She always loved the season of perpetual joy and of life that came to others during Christmas. Her home simple, her family had joy and they even made little Christmas musicals growing up. She still oddly could read and unspeakably see the character and many times the motives of others. Never really questioning it, only thinking that everyone could do that. She grew to realize that in every heart there is the desire to be loved, special. However, some had impure hearts, thoughts, motives. It puzzled her. Made her wonder why? She began a search after something, was it an odd encounter at the young age of five, yes the memory burned bright in that moment. That search to find others with pure hearts that wouldn't hurt others. That wouldn't cause sorrow and mistrust. Her little hands would reach to touch thru a hug, then she would search deep in the eyes of others. She knew then that she was given a gift, a gift to see the heart through the eyes of others. Oh others have instincts but some, a rare ability to see deep into the wells of humanity, the truth in others. Their characters. The pureness in reality and it became even more evident around Christmas time. This time became her ever growing favorite time of the year; years past, and years present and a question of years future.

Every one has a "first impression" and some are right on and others not so honest; yet she can see through them in a different but real way. Her wee hands, her heart, her eyes connected to other human beings in a way that is rare. His gift. His . . . ability to acknowledge the potential and for some the caution. She prays, she leans, she trusts only HIM. The only being who gave her the ability to see. She leans strongly upon Him in every way. She still LOVES Christmas. She still searches the souls she encounters, and upon his wisdom she still looks deep into the eyes and PRAYS for the narrow path chosen and those whom find it, especially at Christmas.

Her almost dark golden odd brown eyes, her olive pigmentation and her deep brunette locks surround her gaze frequently. As she looks in to the window of each soul then toward the face of one she sees clearly from deep with in and prays for those whom are around her and their protection of Truth shared in the Name of one man Named - Jesus Christ - Emmanuel, the King of kings and the Lord of lords.

Over twenty years she has LOVED the joy found in the TRUTH of what Christmas is Really. Even with her very unique gift. She turns each encounter over to Him. Even when her gift shares beware. Christmas is upon us and time is short so turn your ear and your heart to the TRUTH of whom this wee little girl discovered and still guides her steps. As she bids all a very Merry Christmas for all whom find the truth of the baby who came so long ago to free all who chose to follow fully ONLY HIM.

Day 18 Why I LOVE CHRISTmas

Oh my . . . because there has been eighteen years with children to celebrate it with . . . Their smiles they're joy . . ." YEP " that is one of the passions of Christ's birth being celebrated to the full! And this year we are celebrating with a guest in our home to fit in like she is family!

where does it turn and why?

Why is it when two individuals really care, really love one another
tend to run away from another?

why?

To know each other, to deeply care
yet drift, finally reconcile
only to run to other arms
why?

How can that be?

It just blows my mind when both families know they
were (really ARE) meant to be . . . .

why?

True love is true love no matter how far one of them or both of them runs away
from each other and no matter what . . . . because true love is more than superficial feelings that give
one those goose bump feelings. It is sharing T I M E over a course of years
getting to know each other. It is knowing that there is trust even after being hurt deeply
and working around others trying to get the memory to forget their past. It is talking and communicating
honestly even when it is hard. It is forgiveness. It is true Love, even when they both
know how each other honestly feels.

Day 13 of Why I love Christmas

The Joy of Life comes with LOVE in the MAGNANIMOUS MARVEL who left PERFECTION because of AGAPE!!!!

I have been so grateful for the LOVE I have for the full quiver BLESSED from Heaven and for the Men who will come into our family! I believe I have MET TWO of them already and I keep praying for the rest of them, their parents, the grandparents as I have since day ONE of each of our wombs' acknowledged arrival. Since conception with anticipation knowing HE KNOWS and KNEW who they were from the beginning of TIME! One I have known for a bit, I believe . . . . it is just time. The others I will know when it is revealed to me also.

Sincerely and deeply I LOVE the message of the Christ Child's birth and The beginning of redemption being made available in his Grace and Mercy.

YES I LOVE CHRIST mas and May you be BLESSED.

Tonight I will pen my heart to reveal other why I LOVE CHRIST mas.

I Want To See Christmas Like a Child

Okay two favorite things . . . Christmas Joy, Christs' LOVE.


I enjoy Mac Powell from Third Day! Thanks Donita S.

Christmas Food Court Flash Mob, Hallelujah Chorus - Must See!

Thanks Keely! This is one of my favorite Christmas Carols! Day 8

Why I Love Christmas Day 7 . . .Becky Kelley - Where's the Line to See Jesus - OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO

What else could be said than using this song by Beck Kelley on the Seventh day of December?
Merry Christmas with Love from our HOME TO YOURS!

Why I Love Christmas Day 6

Why because of His Breath! ;-)

Right, Christmas Tea Sisters? Tonight was precious to be with ALL of You. The warmth, the technology difficulties, the tea and goodies, the fellowship, the new faces along with the presents of our pasts. Oh How I LOVE CHRISTMAS and the visual to see his wonders. Thank You so much for inviting me to be a part of a very special time! I LOVE THIS TIME TO REMINISCE! Oh Yesssssss, Auntie Joan, Gram'ma Pat and Gram'ma Hazel THANK YOU for your LOVING EMBRACES, the Ornament, and the invitation . . .. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY LIVER. PST and for the sprigs to remember The ROCKIES CHRISTMASES in the MILE HIGH! The smell is Divine!!!! :-)

HIS BREATH . . . . Can you see it? REMEMBER

Heaven's Breath is upon us, YOU and ME!

Why I love Christmas Days3-5

Oh My Goodness . . . . I am soooo very behind.

First of all Here is the Day 3, 4, 5

Five Beautiful Children this side of Heaven and one awaiting our final reunion resting in the arms of Jesus and walking with Nana, Mom K, this is her First Christmas in HEAVEN PERFECTLY!

31 Days of WHY I LOVE CHRISTmas!

Day two

12/2/2010

Happy Birthday Dyslexia song turned to HUMOROUS

dyslexia funny; She sang about my age, then my sister in love made me laugh so hard when she forgot her own age (and she is YOUNGER then me) therefore realized that my age is the same age regardless of how you "flip" the numbers around.

Yes her Happy Birthday was so fun and quick to allow me to smile about a song sang from her heart! She then created an atmosphere to fondly be thankful for the other songs and verbal well wishers from: my marmie in CO, My Primerica Family here and in Wisconsin singers "Giddy UP" , On the phone by a few like Dustin A., and By Kyle B. while sitting at His kitchen table with my RVP, and the many many wishes via techno land through out the day. So my Sister in Love in the Quads. . . . And my wonderful beautiful family around the table this morning and everyone that was part of the - (dash) I LOVE YOU & THEM WISHES . . . . . . ALL from the BOTTOM OF MY LIVER (All day)!!!

THANK YOU

Breath Of Heaven (Mary's Song) by Amy Grant

I remember when . . .

I remember when the tress bristled, the rain fell, the birds chirped, the creek filled, we threw the baseball playing pickle, we were riding our favorite family pet; a saint Bernard, like a horse, playing with the furnace, stuffing carrots in holes in the basement. It was amazing how things changed so but really not so long ago.

Oh what tail spin lately. So my head is twisting and turning with the reality of life and how important it is to express our LOVE for one another yet again. Six weeks with my In-Loves was way too short! Have I grown to appreciate and express my true heart? Why of coarse! One group of very special sisters were once again there shortly after I received the shocking news about Marmy. Not the twentieth but the fifteenth. "What did you say?" my mind raced. "What does this entail? How long? What are the procedures? Precautions? Is this really what I heard?" Okay so it is and wow it is crazy to be here now! Now I am actual here in the ICU waiting you/ "Family Lounge" . . . calling individuals and letting them know she made it successfully in surgery. Waiting to get to go see her. Waiting . . . KNOWING THE LORD IS AWESOME and full of anticipated provisions!

Yes her at the PC of the hospital, among family knowing my marmy will be GREAT because she is in the hands of Jesus!

what?

Oh my goodness where have I been the past eleven days? Going full speed thinking of absolutely everything. Study the word of the Lord and contemplating many things.

I will have to get back and catch up. YIKES I believe this is the longest stretch in a very long time.

Talk with type for your eyes to catch a glimpse and read. Sincerely, me ;-)

embraced

The cool morning comes so early, her sweet little voice sounds like a dream, "Mama, . . . mama, . . . MOMMY!" Her mother quickly throws off the warmth of the queen comforter and arouses abruptly desiring her to remain pleasant. Her head spins and causes a reaction of dizzy confusion trying to get everything situated about her feet and minds uncertainty.

It contains a brief disillusionment upon awakening the senses. The doorway, hallway and the opening of her room seems like the eye of a needle. Gosh is this like "vertigo" or what it is like before one passes out cold? Oh no, no it is just shooting out of bed way to rapidly and the spin of the mind catching up at a much slower pace as the limbs react sluggishly no where near being cognitive of the environment or the familiar surroundings. She tries eagerly to reassure the wee little princess, picks her up and caresses her with a warm hug. A hug that is easily returned but with her entire little body from the souls of her feet up to the tip top of her head, grasping with the intensity of a strong death grip of assurance knowing they possess a bond of LOVE that carries comfort for both.

Her body slowly rocks her while they return to bed and whisper sweet secrets of "I LOVE YOU," then the warmth of the bed embraces them both trying to soothe them to fall rapidly back to sleep in one an other's arms. May that sweet short moment forever be carried in that precious chubby cheeked cherubs heart and subconsciousness to know just how loved she truly is but even grander from the Lord of lords her creator. She snuggles close to her wee little princess and she melts in a soft pile with a gentle smile reaching for her parents to touch their skin.

Her smile comes to mind and her relaxed body shares her assurance in the dark of an all encompassing true love. Sweet little girl, her mama desires to whisper, "Rest in the embrace we call "LOVE" just like your sisters all did at this age also. Today was a total sweet embrace of joy." Leaving them both to dream once again.

life

Life

beginning, end

dreams, focuses, visions

fast, slow

Life

24-1+5 = joy

Twenty four hours that are cut short by one hour added with a quotient of five equally inequitable memories that are truly priceless. Four of five sisters enjoy one another and the company, the excitement of one set of eyes, eager to share a new world peeking through her life brings smiles and imprints for many hearts.

The hair is let down and brutal honesty can create a bond that is unable to be broken.

Here is just a peak.

But we are missing two to make a wonderful seven to complete us all!

be still and listen in the moment of shock

The spirit of God has been moving again. This time I called each and everyone of those productive spiritual movements to follow through in a phone call. I LOVED getting to talk to my mommy, now called marmie.

I couldn't understand, maybe I need to just be reminded to call her and tell her "I LOVE YOU MOMMY!" (yes I still call her mommy, mamasita, marmie) I thought I have been led because of loosing Mom K on this side of heaven and not telling her enough that I love her thinking I have "enough time to do that". But lately it has been different. Mom has been on my thoughts. Will I take care of her like I experienced my very unselfish sister in Love doing? Well I called her like I have been, once a day. But today it was the third call. I asked, "Mom, are you okay? How are you really doing?" I heard in a calm voice. "well, I went to the neurosurgeon and I am scheduled to have a procedure, a brain surgery on November 20. I have what is called Chiaris'." She began trying to describe to me what it is exactly and I listened but drifted. Shock mode kicked in and I leaned upon the Lord. "Open my ears, ABBA please. Help me to hear what she is saying. Help me to lean on you, trust you and allow me to be free to be scared IN YOUR ARMS so that I may draw upon your strength." Okay so marmie was born with it. Along with both of my living aunts and a few second and third cousins. Is it serious? Yes. Is it operable? Yes. Is it risky? Yes. It is hereditary. . . ..

I heard her, and I became frustrated with so many questions. Why didn't they find this earlier? Was it necessary for her to go through all these moments of the doctor(s) saying the past eight to ten years, " . . .. there's nothing we can do, we can't find anything, you are fine, maybe you have . . .." The the Holy Spirit reassured me to Be still Ana-Maria and LISTEN. Then give praise to the King of kings during the next moment when by yourself during the ten minutes up to bible study as you drive north when you drop off Em. Remember, He allowed it to be diagnosed now! The neurosurgeon is going to be of assistance. He is one with success because the Lord has allowed it. She is going to be in the Lord's hands. This to will be in the measure of His Glory to be revealed and used for His purposes.

I have the rest and assurance of peace. Everything is in His control, yesterday, today and tomorrow. "Holy, Holy, Holy, are YOU ALONE Lord God, Almighty. Who was, who IS and who is TO COME! YOU ARE HOLY!"

Thank You for your arms wrapped around my precious first LOVE! I am so grateful for you being in My LIFE and placing me in your life and Loving me with your undying compassion.

one step leads me

One step at a time. The rustle of the leaves. The sound and smell of autumn. Um mm. I will forever recall the walk in Bettendorf with six others. The cool breeze, the rustle of leaves, the sound of laughter, the sprinkler spraying water, the side walk run off dripping into the street. The shuffle of Papa's steps.

Tonight brought back last Wednesday late afternoon leading into the early evening. Hadassah laughing at the playground, the teasing and giggles of her voice while making the bridge bounce on the play equipment. It is the change of colors upon the trees in the mid west. Deep oranges, cool auburn's, greens, golds and reds. Amazing how the season so quickly transformed before my eyes. No rose colored glasses. Just the reality of transition of another season that carries a sweet memory.

One step at a time we heal and discover the joy in the midst sorrow through peace. Family equals LOVE. No matter how much we realize it, family is sweet. We are grafted in to the true vine and have the capability to produce fruit that matters. Fruit carried by promise, hope, peace and real joy to grant a harvest of love though His blood. The earth and all it's creation here in the bible belt is getting ready to sleep and slumber like a bear in hibernation. The coat grows thick, the leaves fall down and blanket the earth, the blood thickens and the eyes grow weary ready to slumber. One step forward giving way to the cool crisp air bringing in change. Our change has been significant for our family. Through this time our hope lies in the hands of the wonderful tender hands of the King, one step at a time. The one step that leads me and comforts me is the one to know and believe that God is good ALL the TIME, All the time God is GOOD!

At The Foot Of The Cross . . . my heart

A new day, a new look. There is so much to be said about new visions. I realized this weekend just how much I have been set free from the most ugly thing called sin because of a man who gave his unending Love! That same man carried our family through one of the most unifying moments to this point. Reflection is, how many moments do we have to say THANK YOU for a breath. How many of us can see the grace, and mercy when they meet suffering?

On our way home I realized just how beautiful living for Christ is! Our memories together, our tears that fell at the foot of the cross. A phone call, a young man offered to bring our precious Mya home. We drove away from family once again NOT taking them for granted while waving. Three awaiting our return with the baby. Tears, many tears silently fall. We all arrive and it is "different" she says. Short visit. But seven once again we are all together at home. Twenty three of us all together, missing two, while we unite to celebrate her day. Six weeks that were bringing us all to appreciate Love, Family - one another~!

As our little one was taken to his home to return her to college . . . ache. We can not await the moment to visit but this was different. Tough. My heart couldn't reach out enough, but our embrace everlasting. At the foot of the cross I lay her down. Knowing HE is in control of LIFE and our living for HIS GLORY!

The desire is for her to see it is really ALL ABOUT HIM at the foot of the cross. Value, significance and LOVE is only truly FIRST FOUND in HIM. There is only ONE who needs to find and win your heart that matters, so Seek Him with a whole heart and YOU shall find HIM. To her invitation: look at the foot of the cross, there is Peace, Joy but ultimately . . . TRUE LOVE that awaits you & is only found here!

Julie

September third to October thirteen is a short walk to deal with the fight through renal cell carcinoma. What an awful ugly disease. One of my nephews had an in prompt to speech assignment Tuesday morning and he began it by selection number thirteen, his football jersey number, to select the topic - "cancer." His opening, "CANCER SUCKS! . . . " then gave his three minute oration. Why do I open this way? Because Julie did everything she could to make Mom comfortable to her moment to be fully healed IN HEAVEN.

Where do I begin? Where did it begin? The actual reality of diagnosis came the haunting morning of September 3rd. The day my niece was getting married. Mom K was already in much pain, and that morning it was the pain of shock twelve years after battling breast cancer, that she was given the diagnosis that changed our family and our future. From the moment Julie arrived off the plane from Iowa to go to Alizabeth's wedding, Julie nurtured Mom K twenty four seven. She never left her side and we all came together UNIFIED! Today just for a moment here is a moment to express my love to everyone called my "In - Loves!"

Her care from the get go ~ AMAZINGLY TENDER! One week later she flew Mom K home to where a fabulous team of specialist made Mom K a priority, because of Julies unending persistence to find a way. Did it feel like it was taking long? Sure, we were fighting for her life and Julie fought with a vengeance to the point of a deep compassion. The family came together IMMEDIATELY. Julie became Mom K's lifeline, her hands, her feet, her eyes, her care giver 24/7. The boys pulled together along side her and Aunt C. John caring for Dad K in Arizona, Keith daily support to Julie, and Kent driving back and forth every week to bring support. They came together along with ALL of our family. The McCannons' and many beautiful people gave so much. We thank them all! As I watched Julie and her love with Mom K with tenacity and compassion through each gentle caress, assistance, sleep, feeding, bathing, cooling her, administering medications. She loved with a "mother's heart" to the woman who nurtured her and her brothers with the same undying touch.

Her hands gave unceasingly like an RN and a MD embedded with compassion, much like I know that Jesus' loving hands were when he was here on this earth. Her Love along with Aunt C to tenderly bathe her, and take care of her complexion, nurture her physical comfort. She reminds me of a book I remember from my past, that soon will be my Thank You note.

Julie, Mom passed peacefully because of your administering her comfort in every way. Even in the midst of pain, Mom received peace from here to Have fulfilled healing into Jesus' hands to take a deep breath and gently release to walk with HIM ETERNALLY. She is healed and pain free once and for all through your physical care.

Walking streets of Gold

She is HOME fully Healed with the LORD @ 8:46 p.m.

Lifehouse - Broken

HE LEADS ME - for Mom K

Today she is regal in her blue. She is crowned with His glory and we awaiting her arrival HOME. She will be missed greatly but will call her joyful! She is so precious! So much has taken place since we celebrated her October 10. We gathered and sang with her. Her Family of 25 call her Blessed! We Love Her! We released her! We WORSHIPPED one more time with her! It was a Beautiful WORSHIP and Birthday Celebration! Her Family gave all we had. John began with an opening prayer. Her Grandchildren going to college read scripture. The Guitar played and we gave our hearts as one Celebrating her life.

Tears flowed but we gave our all before the King, praising him for Her. Yes time is but a midst but her midst watered us with the fragrance to walk with Jesus. I wish you could see her Bible! Her shorthand notes through out the entire Scriptures.

As I write this the family talked of Lead Me by Sanctus Real. Yes he is leading her. Awaiting to extend his chalice to her one more time on this side of heaven and when she accepts it she will drink it with Him in Heaven when we are all united. He is calling his bride and she will walk with Him in His Glory fully healed and a Heavenly survivor of that awful disease cancer! May His Glory be revealed as she sees him and says with Him, "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty! It is so glorious to be here with YOU!"

Lead Me by strong Hands . . . show me . . . . Mom K He is extending his hands to you and you are not alone! We are going to be okay. We WILL SEE YOU again soon! And when we see you again it will seem like YESTERDAY! Let him grab your hand. It is okay, it really is we are ready. Love You MOM K

B-Day Wish

Happy Birthday MOM K!!!!

We are ALL HERE for YOUR DAY TODAY!

When it hurts there is LOVE

When LOVE hurts. Why does Love hurt? To desire to hang on yet know it is best to let go? Mom Your still so beautiful. Beautiful blue eyes, creamy milk soft hands, very warm smile, and the most beautiful white crown of glory!!!! It is amazing how we can laugh together, cry, and reminisce. We know with every breathe we are truly grateful. We so sincerely anticipate a wonderful reunion when you go home but it is so hard to know our time is limited.

The laughter of the Family, the quiet time of making it still a joy in the midst of our sorrow. The Lord promised, "blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted." The only way that this happens is through Jesus Christ! Yes Jesus is the only way to appreciate LIFE fully. True peace only comes from a relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ. As we talk and walk down memory lane we reflect on the time of our LOVE. The additions recently to our family.

We celebrated two graduations, two weddings and now we sit together to draw upon one another and our loving strength.

Rose Color is complementary

The Rose Color that is complementary

Upon arriving to the home, the Astro mini van rolls gently into park. The heritage of the youth of her grandchildren meander up the walk way, the door slowly opens and the warmth of LOVE fills the air to match the soft fragrance from the candles aroma wafting along each room guiding us to her room, all to comfort our hearts. The question comes to my mind, will we get to see her gentle frame in peace? Yes. Satisfying at my gaze where she lays. My eyes slightly water. Her complexion is the most beautiful radiant pink. My legs feel like jello as my feet saunter slowly to the bed side. Her eyes slightly opened and her skin is as soft as the smoothest babies bottom. She is adorned in a wonderful rose color top. Upon seeing her my desire is to sit by her, touch her hand and lean over to let her know we’re here. The girls, my nephew and I made it to see her. My voice can’t seem to escape at first. Then it trikles to but a whisper … . my voice expresses to her, “Mom, it’s Ana-Lou, I am here, you look so BEAUITIFUL this morning. I LOVE YOU Oh by the way you are radiating in the rose pink top you are wearing.” Then with a smile slightly forming on her face her eyes slightly open one further and I get to see a gentle sliver of those wonderfully breath taking blues. (Side note) I LOVE EYES if that is being discovered for the first time while you are reading this blog.

I have loved her eyes since I first met her in the mid eighties. They are a brilliant cascade of blue like the open clear ocean rolling softly across the white sand on the “Blue Lagoon” in the Bahamas along Nassau. Every time I saw them I was captivated. I still am. Okay so my one wish left before she is perfectly healed is to see them fully one more time. To be captivated with the windows to her soul, like so many times before over the past quarter of a century of my life with her. However short it may be around her twenty five years, yet I know that even if that doesn’t happen then I will keep that forever in my heart.

Her hands, oh these precious hands, gently curled, She has taught me through many laughter spells how to make her corn dressing. Since the first time I shared Easter 1986 with her while she tenderly showed me “the ho to’s “ of her favorite recipes, laughing at me and designating my nickname that came just from her. The way she took care of me when I got sick in her home away from my home. Yes these hands are so warm to my history.

She is a rose. Fragile yet strong. Set and blossoming. Her life is like a the rose colored top and it is very complimentary of her life. Thanks Mom K. We LOVE YOU!!!!!!

rose color is scheme is complementing

Upon arriving to the home, the astro rolls gentle into park. The heretage of the youth of her grandchildren meander up the walk way, the door slowly opens and the warmth of LOVE fills the air to match the soft fragrance from the candles aroma wafting along to comfort our hearts. Will we get to see her gentle frame in peace? Yes. Her complexion is the most beautiful radiant pink. Her eyes slightly opened and her skin is as soft as the most smooth babies bottom. She is adorned in a wonderful rose color top. My desire is to sit by her, touch her hand and lean over to let her know we're here. The girls and I made it to see her. My voice can't seem to escape at first. Then it trickles but a whisper . . . my voice expresses to her, "Mom, it's A-Lou, I am here. You look so BEAUTIFUL this morning. I LOVE YOU. Oh by the way you are radiating in the rose pink top you are wearing." Then with a smile slightly forming on her face her eyes slightly slit open and I get to yes see a sliver one more time of those wonderfully breath taking blues. (side note) I LOVE EYES if that is being discovered for the first time while you are reading this blog.

I have loved her eyes since I first met her in the mid eighties. They are a brilliant cascade of blue like the open clear ocean rolling softly across the white sand on the "Blue Lagoon" I once visited in the Bahamas along Nassau. Every time I saw them I was captivated. I still am. Okay so my one wish left before she is perfectly healed is to see them fully one more time. To be captivated with the windows to her soul, like so many times before over the past quarter of a century

Mixed emotions

It finally hit me last night. How could a win/win actually be this emotional. The tears finally rolled down these Spanish cheeks, flooding these chestnut browns with emotions put on hold for way to long. Like a child who just wants to be tightly embraced and to never be released. It went by to fast, yes way to fast. I hunger for your embrace ABBA. We were just beginning to renew some things of the past. We laughed a lot this 2010 summer. We just watched her enjoy pizza and her favorite cookie. The treatment was progressed forward just last week. Yesterday seems like just a blur. Yes a blur, WE LOVE HER! We love EACH OTHER.

The tie? A godly woman who bore four beautiful children has been BLESSED and is being called home. Never take it for granted ~ I have cried many tears over the past seeing those whom I love loose their loved ones very close to them. It broke my heart to see them in mourning. I felt helpless but prayed unceasingly. Now my Lover is experiencing who knows what along with his dad, brothers, sister and aunt. My sister in LOVE and I cried together. I so desire to hug my other IN LOVES and just be there with them to mourn while celebrating with Mom K until she is home.

My mommy used to say something in Spanish meaning along the lines; blood is thick, it equals family! Praise the Lord for his grafting is more than 'thick'. It is DEEPER and the roots can never be separated. I do Love her like I love my mama-sita and wish that we had MORE to make memories with. May she dance and her EYES glow again as she walks with JESUS! Her bible is worn and filled with the LOVE of her desire to KNOW THE MASTER! Your children and grandchildren call you blessed MOM K. It is with mixed emotions that this is written, I hope that I may hold your warm hand just one more time and whisper in your ears and maybe just maybe get to see those Brilliantly Blue EYES one more time before you walk in Heaven with the one I LOVE so tenderly. PST, will you please tell Jordan Micah to great Mom K with a hello for me and give the warmest hug you always extended to us through Mom K's Arms, Abba? Thank You Jesus that your answering our prayers and healing her perfectly. Oh and Thank you for the numbered days you have given us to enjoy the blessing of being "family" on this side of Heaven. I can hardly wait to see them again, but until then THANK YOU.

The very tender clay in Your Grip,

Your daughter ~

soft & radiant blue

His eyes were moist and very gentle. In his voice I can hear his sorrow yet the wonderful Peace from Heaven. His breath is even. His eyes the most beautiful sparkle blue, so similar to the woman who bore him. His pigmentation resembles the DNA passed amazingly on to him from his parents. He square jaw, his hands, his smile and his cheeks cascade with the care of a gentle hand like the one who held him as a babe.

Now his strength held with tender compassion, along with his brothers and his sister sit by awaiting the gentle flutter of the soul, to open her eyes and know that her children are there beside her along with her life mate of forty three years. He has been strong. He longs to talk to her, they all do. Just to tease her in their fun loving way. To make her laugh one more time with them. Their mom, his lover, her sister all await to tell her it will be okay. Her last few study times with him was sitting and enjoying Job. He clings to that memory with her. Just like the night she ate her veggie pizza from Papa John's, a sip of ice water to top it off with the softest flavorful oatmeal risen cookie, which is her favorite, that tasted so good to her.

He possesses so many similarities of her. The stride. His hands. His stare. His passion to read. His soft glowing embers of light painted a crisp cool blue, just like hers. They all carry a piece of her with in them. They embrace her and call her "Mom."

We desire to come and sing "Happy Birthday" to her on Sunday 10 October. Her life is weaved into ours with joy.

where and what is assurance in?

Assurance is only in one thing, and that is the assurance of Eternal Life to those who choose to follow the King of kings and the Lord of lords. The I AM, the Alpha and the Omega, He who is HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!

Time in one's vision is nothing in another individuals focus. But really we are but a midst. That but a blink and it is gone. Oh wow. My mind is racing. Really all of our days are numbered. But why do we as human beings think that we have all the time in the world to _______ (fill in the blank)? What matters really? Truth. The gospel message. LOVE!

When others can be so cruel with the tongue others are grasping to just to lavish their LOVE one more time to someone special. Why is it we get caught up in the petty moments that really don't matter and the moments that matter we take for granted? When we really LOVE someone, why don't we tell them so? Why do we wait? Why do we "play head games"? Why?

When do we reach out and Forgive? When it is almost to late or wish we could make amends when it is? Everyone desires to BE LOVED but are we willing to LOVE with out reciprocation? When we don't get "our way" do we mistreat others trying to make ourselves feel better while damaging a soul from our own selfish gain?

Maybe more of humanity should reach out like "Stephen" did and cry out, "Forgive them Lord, for they know not what they do." All while still LOVING them like Christ did Stephen gave his heart to the end. I know that I don't have a lot of time left really. My heart has been changing lately. Really reaching deep with in. Realizing that I need to forgive, truly forgive in order to truly LOVE! Now I LOVE PEOPLE, My marmie lives out that example everyday, and I try. The more I try, the more I realize how much further I have yet to LOVE and live it out. I can not even comprehend it all really. To smile, to shake a hand, to extend a hug, to laugh, to listen, to give the extra mile. You know, there really isn't enough time to be angry or bitter or unforgiving. Today, this very nano second may be my very last breath to exhale and live LOVE out in every possible way. The kind that flows so naturally out due to sitting with the master.

Sixty three years is really rather short. Because she lives with the most beautiful blue eyes, I am thankful she was able to be in our home. That I was able to care for her the way she cared for me when we first met and I became ill in her home. I loved the time to get to laugh by her bed side in the hospital room and see her reach out and touch Hadassah with a twinkle in her eyes. To remember each moment she laughed. To remember that we came together. To enjoy her walking so fast that she out paced her eldest sons stride, to see her ride "A HOG" with a nephew who survived a terrible motorcycle accident. To see her smile on her fortieth Anniversary with her four children and "Papa Clock". To hear her achievements of completing "The Bix" and PR'ing her time. Love. It is NEVER to late to Love unless one hasn't LOVED at all! I pray that when it is time for me to rest my head each day I can praise the Lord to have LOVED with everything I have in such a way that there is no doubt in my Abba Fathers eyes that he lives in me with every small itsy bitsy attempt. May I have wisdom enough to LOVE like He LOVES me to everyone around me in some way until it's time to come home. That my assurance is in Him, with Him and through Him that I LOVE recklessly.

Kari Jobe: You Are For Me

This video created by Kari Jobe is my shout out to my Lover and My Five Princesses created as HIS MASTERPIECES! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

Thank You Keely for posting this. I LOVE YOUR FAMILY GIRL!

To someone who needs to hear me . . .

I LOVE YOU DOLLY! That phone conversation was very very special to your MUM! Forever, I'll LOVE YOU, As long as I'm Living, My baby you'll be!!!

Know that with out any hesitation as long as you hug that bear, Your MUM is hugging you back with my heart enclosed to show you I care! :-) It won't be long. "Shine for Jesus" still rings on our way out the door, So every morning hear me saying through the miles, "M_ _ _ _ _, Shine for Jesus!" ;-)

Love Ya - From the Bottom of My LIVER! ;-)

Gianna Jessen Abortion Survivor in Australia Part 1

JJ Heller - What Love Really Means (Official Music Video)

to have forgiveness desiring reconciliation

My heart aches for two not just one. I have prayed, prayed and prayed beseeching the thrown to reconcile two who are very similar and truly need love lavished. It's been such a short time span. It is amazing how things have turned. Bloodlines keep most tied to one another and Christ lines should keep us even more. Sure there is hurt, but why? Differences? Similarities/Likenesses? How would Christ treat us? Are we responding the same. Both have such wonderful potential. Both are His grand design. Both have captivating personalities in their own right. So why? Life is really to short not to reconcile, truly forgiving.

Yes hurt people, hurt people but maybe the way we should look into one another's heart is by placing action to that forgiveness. Both need a new chance. Both need truth. Both need Faith. Both need compassion. Wonderful they both are. My heart hurts for them both because the Lord has brought my attention to the need to love them with all that I have because He loves me that way. One knows How much I Love the other I do not think it is clear. Therefore my knee will still bend, my petitions sincere and my Love remains, even if the other never understands that I do. He forgives abundantly and I pray for that reconciliation to be true and the healing begin. I do still love THEM BOTH, and I will continue to lift them both up for blessings and honor!

In prospective

Since September first, it has been eye awakening lately, just how fragile life really is. Let me begin by expressing my prayers that are going out to The Campbell and Rouff Families. Amazingly Just two weeks TODAY, I was sitting with Angela and Donna while our group was talking openly about the necessity of being grounded in growth of the King during a study with sisters; and beginning a very uncertain path of our own. Life has seriously changed, Angela lost her daddy; whom I used to clean their home just a few years ago. Then Donna went home to be with Jesus after an accident that effected her family and the driver of the automobile who hit her. Beautiful Mom K is taking each day closer to walking on the streets of gold herself fighting renal cancer, not knowing what the next day holds. We need to be ready each and every day with passion. Passion to be restored by the Potter. I used to sign my letters and emails; "The very tender clay in His Grip," and after today and all the reflection, my heart aches for the lost!

Angela shared Jesus through her daddy's passing to two brothers who need to come to a fullness of Christ. Donna, like I said just two weeks ago sat in our study time together to share that she "Likes studies like this because they hold us accountable to reach deeper" not realizing that she herself would be with the King in less than two weeks. Mom K shared, "Kent, I am not afraid to die, I am just afraid of leaving my family behind." And she fights her cancer that is quickly traveling through her body. Just four months ago we were walking with her and laughing about how she "buzzes" making even Kent look like he is slow. ;-D Because up until that point she was walking nine miles a day before seven a.m. in AZ. Life in prospective is about reaching out and giving the greatest gift of all: The gift of Eternal Life in Heaven. Time is fleeting. It is moving way to short to not reach out and touch someone with Passion. With fervor. Through OBEDIENCE to the submission of a Savior who walked this earth over two thousand years ago because of His LOVE for YOU and ME!

I realized I am going to go back to where I began dreaming. Knowing that I need restoration by the Master Designer to do what I am created to do - Live and Love for HIM! As Mitch Kruse said and is being adapted from an article I just recently read about his upcoming book, The Restoration Road; "It doesn't take much to imagine such a similarity between the original design of a car's creator and the which Christ had for us. Unfortunately, sin interferes in our lives from the day we were born, which eventually brings most of us to a point in our lives where we hardly recognize what God intended us to be." In his book he makes the analogy between restoring cars to its original condition and our lives being restored to the design God intended for us. We are like that lump of clay, creating a masterpiece made, molded refined and displayed by The only engineer who makes no mistakes. With time after our birth, the wear and tare of the worlds temptations, our chosen path of impatience and following our sin nature & corrosion, we need to be made new again. The only way to do that is through studying the "original design." And allowing our heart to be taken apart piece by piece, then allowing him to clean, refurbish and lovingly reassemble the parts in to the whole, piece by piece. That true restoration can only be done by the authenticating hand of God by surrendering to the original designer for His glory, His purpose, His Harvest, not our own. Our hearts cry out,

So keeping in mind, here is my old salutation of farewell. Below is a great acrostic that Mitch Kruse uses to remember the authentic restoration process comes from the inside out: and keep it in prospective of what really matters.

Confess to God our proud & sinful hearts of shifting sand & hard stone

Learn His design for our lives from the BIBLE

Apply what we learn from Scripture to our daily tasks & relationships.

Yield the outcome to God.

Yours Sincerely ~ The VERY tender CLAY in His Grip,

Ana-Maria

Proper fear in respect

The only fear that is healthy is the Fear of the Lord. For He is the sustainer of Life and the creator of all!

Love the Lord your God with ALL your heart, soul, mind and strength and the other is like it. Love your neighbor as yourself. These are the two greatest commandments. So let us revere him as we respectfully fear Him.

Fear and what it is not

Oh yesterday was a wake up call. The man of my earthly heart spoke from his to us all. We all have fears but we need to face them. There is only One Fear that is necessary in our life and that I will tell you about later.

Sadly before he walked out the door, her heart took a double beat, maybe skipped a beat than it may have been an irregular rhythm. What is going on? Why is it reacting like this? There is nothing to fear but we all carry them. She tried to fathom the depth of his statement. "I am coming home, then I am going to leave because I don't know how much longer I will have her." She knew how it must pain him. She grabbed him, tenderly kissed him and said a very quick prayer. Its' been three weeks in a row. Time is fleeting with the goodness still left to enjoy. A deep breath, a sigh then a small tender tear meanders once again down that Spanish cheek - there is still joy in the midst of pain, The hope for return to be sweet on both ends whom receive him. She needs them, all five of them her lover and children. Her strength for now is what is lived day by day. She is relaxing, resting her soul. He grabs his suitcase, his Taylor, and His man bag with all the reading literature along with his ultimate favorite book for strength.

He bends down, embrace her with emotion and warmth. His tender lips leave its imprint on more than her lips ~ her heart. He departs. He calls, "I need you to grab my extension for my cell." Her smile of his return and a chance to take a picture JUST BECAUSE. She feels his pain, but she is his help meet as his mate, his best Friend, his lover and remains strong. They pose for the picture but there is so much more for they are bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh, they are one and now the strength of three cords is not easily broken. Although they are apart they beat as one. She will pray continuously for his travel mercies. A smile captivates her as she knows He is being carried by the most tender of all hands. He will sustain his thoughts and his heart.

Lover, I LOVE YOU - make the most of your moments for we are with you!

rain and a dream

It's raining. Fall is here. Ah, smell the fall. Pumpkins, autumn drinks, College football in the fall weather, It's raining.

The sweatshirt weather that warms the soul. A nice fleece jacket, wassail or hot cocoa, a wonderful hug from your Lover. um, Fall. It's raining today.

Dance in the rain, splash your bare feet, run to the indoors. It's Fall. Or as I used to say it Is Autumn and I enjoy this short season. It's still raining outside.

I would take tons of pictures, capture each moment to "remember" another Autumn day. It's still raining. I like rain, to dance, to run, to kiss and remember my first one with the only one I have ever kissed - all while in the rain, to hug, to remember the sweetness in the "rainy days" of my personal life. I remember a sweet rain in Wyoming with all that it brought at NebWyoDak sitting in the Rockies. Rain - is snuggle weather, a good book, a warm cup of a hot drink, sitting in your happy place. For some it is a time to take a rest and reflect. Burn a candle, light a fire pit, or ignite a chimney. It's still raining today.

Enjoy your Saturday today and if it is raining thank the good Lord of lords for giving a drink to the earth so you may enjoy His creation ~ then Dream!

Dream Big because it's raining today here my home town.

oh my heart

My mind is racing, My heart is pounding, My dreams are returning. My visions are becoming less hazy and more driven all with the reflection of a special life.

Reflection through time has come knocking on my hearts door because of Mom K's life. I have had only a short twenty five years. Why didn't I take more opportunity to _____ fill in the blank?

Why? I remember my first encounter with her and her entire family showing up at an NCC Basketball game and taking my breath away because I cared for her son, her first born. My heart accelerated at a NASCAR neck breaking speed. My body went numb and clammy all at the same time. If my glands could have went berserk it was then. They came in through those east doors entering the gymnasium; Mr and Mrs. V. Klundt, Keith, John, Julie and Keith's then "girl friend" Tabitha, who resembled me in an odd kind of way, semi look alike. I didn't know them until she said they are from out of town to see their son play basketball. I proceeded to inquire who their son was. When they announced their name I couldn't think clear let a lone give them their correct change back. YIKES, this is "his" family. The rest is history. :-) She captivated my heart when I saw her wonderfully bright blue eyes. They were a handsome family, If I could have crawled under the smallest grain of sand I would have. Then came the moment she and I had a "talk" when we were going to become "family" to ask her if I may call her "Mom K" and letting her know that I desired to call her my "Mother in LOVE." not "in - law", because I desired to have a positive relationship with her. :-) Yes it has been almost twenty five sweet memory years I have had this family as part of my hearts strings while Dad K and she: they have had forty four years testimony to marriage. Four weddings, many anniversaries, graduations of many kinds, twelve grandchildren, two grand - weddings; our life has created an incredible tapestry in our family "quilt/blanket"! Created stitch by stitch, laughter, quiet, tears, silence, in depth conversation, many "moves", surgeries, you name it we have traveled it together.

Her children can call her blessed and Can say Thank You for our life as a family. Dad and Mom K we love you! We are praying like mad for His sustaining comfort and a time to come together to live another day as a FAMILY bonded by those gentle blue eyes, touched by those soft hands, and to be here for you!

selfless love

Love is a wonderful heart issue. True Love is the BEST! True love doesn't politic for ones affections. It is patient! It is amazing how many times I see individuals who are so impatient with finding value by trying to make another think that they "love" them. It is rather sad really. Love is amazing~ that is action, not verbal ques to change or cloud ones thinking out of envy and jealousy. See I know many individuals who truly share LOVE correctly because it is a heart issue of sincere motives. Not presumptuous or flirtatious or wrong motive bearing or gossiping with evil intent. Let me illustrate it this way.

Fill in the Blanks with your personal name which is really where the word LOVE is exemplified.

____ is PATIENT,

____ is KIND,

____ does not envy,

____ does not boast,

____ is not proud.

____ is not rude,

____ it is not SELF-SEEKING,

____ is not easily angered,

____ keeps NO RECORD of wrongs,

LOVE, ____does not delight in evil but REJOICES with the TRUTH.

____ ALWAYS PROTECTS, always TRUSTS, always HOPES, always PERSEVERES.

LOVE never fails! Did you get that? If someone vies for your affections or heaven forbid we ourselves vie for another' out of selfish ambition, is that not self seeking? Or when one of the opposite sex tries to influence another to look elsewhere - (like at themselves)? hum . . . why not lean FULLY on the LORD? Because he really is true LOVE and when we capture His fullness, LOVE overflows from the abundance of our own hearts because of him living in us!

My Marmie (Mommy) is a HUGE example of this amazing example of LOVE to everyone around her ~ and I mean EVERYONE! Emily Hope since very, very young exemplifies Christs' LOVE amazingly. Mom K, has been one who lives this kind of LOVE as one example. There are many, many others I can think of who are this same epitome of illustration of TRUE and REAL LOVE. Slow, patient, long suffering, giving knowing it may not be returned or it can not be repaid, but love matters regardless with no inward expectation of "what about my needs." YES, These three are those who come to mind right off the bat, because their lavishing ways of compassionate selfless LOVE is sweet and they Love without reciprocal ambitions.

So if there is an individual who gives with expectation to receive immediate attention, don't bleed to death but . . . maybe, just maybe, it is time to evaluate TRUE LOVE through the eyes of CHRIST and LOVE as HE LOVES and live by EXAMPLE and bleed for LIFE!

Michael Bublé - Home [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

can you hear a beat?

My Spaniard ways are so embedded with the love for music. The music in my soul lately makes me enjoy the moment(s) captured in the Here and Now. My soul yearns to cry out to the wonderful Creator of ALL beings and things! He spoke it, I am in AWE of it, my head swims in wonder, my soul yearns for Him.

To sing, to hum, to laugh, to cry, to dance, to sway, to saunter, to be still, to listen, to remember, to DREAM my soul sings ALWAYS! Whether in celebration or in sorrow, whether in the quiet moment of a breath or the crazy fun ornery me that makes me, my soul sings. The rhythm of life creates a wonder of PRAISE. Planting my everything with each little echos called my life. While I pray I hear music. While reading I hear the music. While typing I hear the music. While visiting with those so dear to me in one beautiful way or another I hear music. Why? Simply because it makes me sit in His presence EACH moment KNOWING that he hears my music. He has my name engraved in the palm of his hand and He KNOWS my songs playing in my heart. Songs quiet, songs soft, songs loud he hears my tempo, my beat, my signature in every measure. He accepts each note and makes my life the masterpiece for His GLORY. It is like two of my favorite movies - The Mission with Robert D. and August Rush the music is all around.

My precious Lover, Thank you for the music. Girls, our little women, Thank you for the music. My Marmie and Daddy Thank you for the music. Dad and Mom K Thank You for the music. To all my siblings, bloodlines and Christ lines, Thank You for the music. My family in Christ, Thank You for the music. Those I have yet to meet, Thank you for the music yet to be played for I am already humming to the tune anticipated. And to the Alpha and Omega, My Abba Father God Thank YOU for being the creator and Conductor of the ORCHESTRA~ I swell with LOVE when I hear you play the masterpiece of a SYMPHONY.

Beth Moore: The Hair Brush

ramblings of a tear

The moisture slowly leaves and gently cascades its' way down the weather worn face like a slow motion picture capturing the deep brownish embers that gaze in reflection of the wonder years. The wells from those warm almond eyes known as her windows to the soul, her very being; contemplate an outcome. "All for your glory" echoes the voice deep with in, yet the heart still aches. Aches to say, "come to my hearts home; just say the word and your healing will be thy will". Truth, Belief in the perfection of the answer, acknowledging it is okay to let it fall on the behalf of those whom are LOVED.

A salty stain leaves its evidence like a dried river carved in a muddy ravine after it has dried, evidenced by its path. The sun kissed cheek, the prominent Spanish cheekbones like a soft cliff tell of the thought behind each salty white path. It is laden with emotion, embedded with memories, showing a trail on an others' behalf. Quandaries ebb and flow freely at will.

Contained,

unrestrained,

rapidly and then

at a snails pace another soft tear finds its escape route. Peace enters the scene filled with child like questions. "Can I take away their hurt?" "Why do people in their fast paced life, not just treat others the way they would like to be treated?" The old adage of the "golden rule" is somewhat not practiced as frequently as it used to be. From those in the medical profession to those incredible individuals with extraordinary I.Q.s then to the common lay person; if we could be a servant wouldn't we all like to know of what true LOVE is?

My soul yearns for mankind to come to know the greatest gift to ever be had. Life eternal with the King of kings and the Lord of lords. "We live, we Love . . ." or at least we should in a way that reflects HIM~ Yahweh, the I AM. I now realize each tear, each heart beat, each thought, each prayer, each action is a reflection of the one who is and should be living with in me no matter what ~ with true integrity. I have the desire for others to not perish. I so want people to KNOW the way to Joy. And it has all taken place due to two recent situations with loved ones that I realize no matter the cost, the reality of the world and it's cruelty, we all need to fully depend on The Savior.

To extend hope to the hopeless. Love to everyone and the ability to keep loving even when it is hard and undeserved. Perseverance when others quit, and a tenacious focus to reach as many as possible with THE absolute truth shared in love; to reach out to a world that needs it and may turn away, to the very end.

To all my loved ones, "keep on keeping on! PRESS ON until the day of completion the Joy set before you striving for the goal which matters above all. Push through and share the gospel. For in HIS wonderful T - I - M - E all things will come to pass." We must enter through the narrow gate that leads to life, and be a trail blazer to show the truth, the way and the light to the one who gives LIFE and true freedom from bondage.

In and out - BELIEVE and BREATHE

Breathe.

Be

Rely

Express

Await and anticipate

Thanksgiving

Holy, Holy, Holy

Everlasting

The King of Kings, Loves us. Anticipates us. Has written and ENGRAVED MY/YOUR name INTO His Palm. He has given me breath. He continues to allow me to inhale Him fully and to BREATHE!

I know you are in full control ABBA, My KING, My LORD, MY EVERYTHING!

Your will be done as I BREATHE!

Commitment isn't a bad word

Commitment. What happens when one truly commits to anything? I would like to think that the old adage, "My word is my bond" still exists. However, it isn't exemplified in many ways as clearly as it used to be. From politicians to wee precious children not as common "today" as it used to be. Commitment? What are we, You, myself committed to and why?

I know it sounds bleak, however I know that there is a remnant out there of individuals who are seriously committed to hard tasks that are right, true and lasting. Why? Because I work with a few people who are "committed" to EXCELLENCE. Kent and I have tried our dandiest to raise all four and now beginning our five blessings to think and act this way. Work hard, stay committed no matter what is going on around you. Even when it is looking like you are the only one who is committed to a task, remain faithful. Walk with the Lord in everything, for great is your reward for the Kingdom. When my daddy taught me to be committed to a task because it is the right thing to do, I learned a great lesson. Whether you "like it" or don't from the first day until the last day, stay reliable because you and I are one who made a commitment. It has given me a different mindset, and a work ethic that is steadfast.

Ministry. Hard work it is true! Rewarding? Yes. Why? Because when one individual is committed to the task of ministry and helping others to discover the greatest gift EVER, the outcome outlays the shortfall! See the only true example is a redeemer who came to this earth over two thousand years ago. Why? Commitment, Love, Eternal rewards that out weigh all temporary "things," that of things of this life. He was committed before time began. Committed to the point of death, that really brings life to everyone who desires it. Commitment because of LIFE given for many with his life. Commitment of the hard task of being rejected, beaten, and left for dead. Commitment to FORGIVE. Commitment out of LOVE. Commitment for all to find the greatest of Gifts - Salvation. Who is this person? Jesus Christ. He lives and he LOVES everyone desiring that none (did you get that? NONE) should perish because he is committed in giving LIFE~! YES! My redeemer is full of commitment and I love it; knowing that he gave me an opportunity to be focused, one who is willing to be committed to outreach with every breath that is taken, with every step that leads to true life abundant and free, every thought captive ~ I am committed no matter what unto my last heartbeat on this side of heaven.

What is your heart, and lifestyle committed to? Temporary or eternal dividends? Hum. "Where your treasure is there your heart will be also." Be committed to that which leads others to Him, for it is the ONLY WAY.

here at the ROCK

MIT. I so love meeting with a group of wonderful women who pray for our children. Put in another way, four + four + fourteen = kingdom answers. We can run but the spirit moves! Our time yesterday was "God is our ROCK". We all pray for one of our children and my daughter Mya, our Love. was this weeks and ironically Hadassah was last weeks.

Mya, your prayer coverage was huge. With these scriptures used during this time; Deut. 32:4, Psalm 18:2 and Mt. 7:24-25 where our hearts bend requests, needs and foresight of the four children interceded for through the week beginning on our morning together. With this prayer through scripture, "Lord, You promise to keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because she trusts in You. I pray that Mya would trust in You forever, for You are the Rock eternal. (Isaiah 26:3-4)"

Sweet one since you are part of the prayers of us all this week remember: He is Your ROCK, Your REFUGE, Your EVERYTHING! You are His masterpiece. Forgive those who persecute you in any way and LOVE them as Jesus LOVES them! In Jesus name rely fully on the only true foundation, Jesus Christ. Guard your heart, your mind, and who you "hang with" and act with Righteousness. Focus on HIM 100% and you will NEVER have a weak foundation, even when others say and act on lies. Be confident with Jesus Christ cradling you. Lean fully on Jesus, the absolute TRUTH of His word. Know you are His pleasure and you are written/ ENGRAVED on His palm as His true loved one.

My prayer for you through scripture for those about you, and during the test of the flesh and it's trials personally and from assaults from others is this ::

"Open ______'s eyes and turn him/her from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan to God, so that he/she may receive forgiveness of sins and a place among those who are sanctified by faith. (Acts 26:18)"

Our Rock and firm foundation is only in Him. Seek his foundation for your life and you can NEVER go wrong. Answer the call He has on your life with perseverance and remain focused on him. He is there for you no matter where you go. 1,2,3 MISHKA!!! True followers keep building on that ROCK!!!

Philippians 3:20

But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ

Tune up or in tune?

The joy of a prayer, a visit and a farewell all that can free or paralyze the heart, soul and mind. All of them can take your breath away. I don't know quite how to convey the vernacular in correct tone, pitch, articulation. My "texting" is rather limited; a feeling interestingly enough to be prehistoric really. But that is where it began. Roughly a week ago :: texting until wee hours into dream land or what others may consider burning the midnight oil. Prayer vibes reverberated with a vengeance lately, a waking for roughly a week or so. When the texting began it all began to connect the spirits prodding from the week previously. Let me try and convey what goes on in my life (since a wee little girl with HUGE Dreams) frequently.

Some call it or think it may be the beginning of dé·jà vu, others view it as communion and listening to the Holy Spirit motivated to an action. All I know is that when my soul stirs with in me not to sleep, I awake and begin praying. IMMEDIATELY! Some moments are just that - MOMENTS. Other times it is HOURS. No joke! But I listen, I begin to pray and then when it is T - I - M - E to rest once again, that is where I return. Other moments when awake, it is continual arrows directed to Heaven and direct focus thrown to the Almighty until prompted other wise.

This was one of those weeks. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I am a little groggy and it is vague. But this was clear. "SOMEONE CLOSE" needed intersession. It opened many doors for clear communication later. A sweet visit. A warm talk on an outdoor weekend. Then an AWESOME experiential service project. I always need a tune up in my life so that the harvest is clearly becoming IN TUNE. The dreams are coming again. Vision that sometimes doesn't always make sense until later. This was one of those moments. It stirs still with in me. But in an odd and good way it makes me rejoice in the ability to participate. Participation is action with what comes with prayer with "feet" work, if you will allow me to say it that way that ends up with results.

Be Still and KNOW THAT HE IS GOD! It pays great rewards that are way beyond words covered on a blog page, a letter or even a text. Have a great tune up day and be in tune for the next moment/moments in our lives yet to be written on the pages we call LIFE. ;-)

Hearts, Hands with LOVE = JOY

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Here's to You and our Day!

September 2, 2010

Thursday

One special Day spent with T meant the world to me! Our Memory, My surprise, My moment to cherish with one very lovely young lady - I LOVE YOU OODLES even while painting, eating out, talking and being quiet while listening to a rocking station AIR ONE~!!!!

This is where it all began when we arrived home after a Personal Day Excuse

and a Lunch Date!

When one + One = two come together = LOVE and FUN!

Ana-Maria and Tia J.

Love Your MUM! ;-D

Here we go.

Okay, Okay breathe - MIT started today! I LOVE the evidences of answered prayers. Always have and always will! Four + Four + Fourteen = unending dividends with eternal ramifications that will be evidenced in the everlasting glory of the KING! Praise and Glory SHOUT OUT!

Bended hearts, knees, folding of the hands all to beseech the thrown to go where no man can go. To see only the out cry of the soul is speechless. A rendered Hallelujah, a plea, a pause, a tear, a smile, a silence, a confession, JOY planted deep with in that allows the everlasting PEACE from above. Unattainable, answers that are "out of the Box" and unexplainable.

MIT - One year later new things await. One year later, answers fulfilled. One year later new "stretch marks" of the soul. One year later trust in the ALMIGHTY!

Bring on the Joe, bring on the seasons Ephesians 3:20 ~ here we go, no road blocks here just an open narrow gate of the unexpected with answers through His Grace and Mercy!

Luke 6:27-28

But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.

Interesting that todays thought of scripture is what we just read and learned via I Samuel on Sunday morning.

Maybe the Lord is trying to say something. ;-D

How about it? Why not LOVE!!!!

Friends ;-)

Fun with Friends. You simply cannot beat that! I went on some "training appointments" this past week and stopped by a couple of friends homes that have been in my life for minimums of eighteen years give or take five years. Friends through ministry, friends through Camps, friends through children rearing, ahhhh it warms my heart that through the years it has been wonderful to know them all. At one home, we laughed so hard - mind you while I was training, that it brought back many memories of pleasure to call them "Family Friends"! I truly LOVE a good laugh in many areas of life even when it can be "serious" in the atmosphere of a training yet light hearted enough to take one another serious while laughing together. Thank You to those of you who are assisting me in training, and allowing me to laugh as I learn, also to feel like I am at "home" and the essense to smell the PINE of the ROCKIES (awwww refreshing).

Fun with Friends in each stage of our life is stupendous, especially when the bond is through Jesus Christ! No regrets! And it made me remember In Christ, there are no absentees in time just sweet fond fun that binds us together no matter what! :-) And when we do reconnect time feels like it stood still and we picked up where we left off - SWEET! Fun with Friends . . . that are really "FAMILY".

That is the joy of FUN with FRIENDS!

check the attitude

Step by step it is all about our attitude. Some are the most positive, some the dreary of dreary negative, some in between but it is all up to us. I have really been thinking quite a bit lately and it has come to me that there are those that can rain on any parade no matter what. You know the attitude. Maybe it comes from being related to "GRUMPY" from the Snow white and the seven dwarfs, or Eore from Winnie the Pooh. Okay so those are fictitious characters but you get the point.

Who can make a difference? YOU and ME with the right ATTITUDE! Yes our attitude determines every thing. Which is the outcome we desire? The pain of CHANGE of the pain of REGRET? With deep thought and a wake up call, I know which I desire. WAKE UP!!!! Do a check up for the neck up! OKAY, Maybe a Heart stress test from the bowels of who we are inwardly. There are so many outcomes that lie in our paths because of OUR ATTITUDE.

So I ask, as Art Williams once said, "Are you a Dud or are you a STUD?" He has a wonderful attitude, a heart check up with the LORD and is a wonderful Leader! When you run into an ongoing pessimistic, negative attitude of a person - LEAVE. If it is YOU - CHANGE YOUR ATTITUDE. The Lord gave a wonderful example in so many ways through his Son, Jesus Christ. Many can not stand Him, because it requires change of life for the here and now, only to create the BEST IN YOU to really be one that attracts light and POSITIVE change.

You CAN DO IT! Everybody wants to BE somebody! EVERYBODY! Somebody to LOVE! Somebody to LEAD! Somebody to Change! Somebody to LISTEN! Somebody to CARE! Somebody to REACH the LOST! Somebody to CURE! Somebody to invent the REAL CURE FOR CANCER - Without being GREEDY of the MONEY! Somebody to RESCUE the weary! Somebody to be a GREAT MAMA or DADDY! Somebody to Touch the UNTOUCHABLES! Somebody to ENCOURAGE! Somebody to SACRIFICE! Somebody to SERVE!

It's all attainable!

ATTITUDE.

Positive.

Negative.

Where is MINE, Where is YOURS?

Attractive?

Repelling?

hummmmmmmmm.

So take the attitude check and "Be a Stud!" It's all up to you. Go do it!

3D or not to 3D

communication via a call

It's so sweet to hear and discover that her "Daddy" has been calling her. He has contacted her more than I realized. :-) Yes He also misses his little girl. When we left last week before he joined us on the weekend he had called her each day. He also called her the morning he was going to "see her." Since our return home he has called her quite a bit. ;-) The conversations, sweet (and will be left private) and catching up.Me? I've desired to call her yet give her some room to just get acclimated to the environment and the studies and the social life, which I know is NOT hard for her whatsoever. Now maybe it's time for me to call her and not just "write" her via technology. Here is to a phone call and communicating. Not texting. ;-)

Daddy's little girl is getting to hear his voice and I believe it warms them both!

When we think of someone; we need to pick up the phone and call them.

It is good for both.