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!