tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86896989440821100312024-03-14T03:48:16.626-07:00The Allison Twinslil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.comBlogger175125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-30795234148070542832018-09-04T19:36:00.003-07:002018-09-04T19:42:09.183-07:00Station 25 and the city called Jericho<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So the wild unruly Redwood Forest has always been my place, but there is another place, emerging up from the sand. It is none other than Station 25, right there on Sullivans Island. I feel God there. If that is even the correct way to say it, since He is everywhere, rather I should say, I understand better, just how much grace He gives out, over and over and over.</div>
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I love it, these children love it, and if you ever come to visit us, rest assured, we will most likely take you there. Olivia is loving school, she has a good group of ladies in her class, she laughs and cackles when Mr. Edwin gets in trouble, don't ask me why. Bodie is also doing good, he is loving school, trouble is the getting ready part, I found him getting ready under his blanket the other day because he didn't want Jesus to see him naked, so there's that. Lills is also doing good. She's the bow on top of this present I call my family.</div>
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Today, I read in streams from the desert, and old book my mom discovered, it hits the nail on the head with me so very often. It started off with a verse from Joshua chapter 6. It's an unusual story. Following was a short devotional, and then this little poem,</div>
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Altho beautiful, I couldn't comprehend what it meant, so then I read the entire chapter of Joshua 6. and then I did my breakfast dishes. Shortly thereafter, it hit me. </div>
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Faith and Praise !!!!</div>
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It's what we have to do to get thru the battle. They marched 6 days, and even tho nothing changed, they got up the next day, and kept marching. Then, on the 7nth day they shouted. God tore down those walls, He defeated the city. Now, bare in mind, they didn't shout after the walls came down, they shouted before the walls came down. in the battle against our flesh, we need two very important weapons, faith and praise. Faith, because God has said the battles been won, Jesus hung on that cross for the sin that is mine. Praise, because we are standing on Holy Ground, Praise because that is what we were made to do. God will tear down walls, He'll conquer cities, He'll fight your battle.</div>
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<br />lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-15383919697314458002018-08-31T08:00:00.000-07:002018-08-31T08:00:53.337-07:00A non Social Media Talk<div style="text-align: left;">
It's been one year and 11 days since I wrote in this little space, that previously felt like home to me. So much has changed, but lately I've been feeling a need to write somewhere that is not social media, and all though this is still the internet, it still feels different to me in some way.</div>
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So here goes, we will see how long I keep this up, I intend to be more transparent on here, speak the bad as well as the good.</div>
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My online journal of being a wife to Josh, a mother to Olivia, Bodie, Lilly, a step mother to Wyatt, and most importantly, a daughter of The King Most High. </div>
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Life is an interesting ride, is it not?</div>
lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-23912793690874383362017-08-20T21:08:00.002-07:002017-08-21T07:45:04.549-07:00A Prayer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tonight I needed to ramble a bit before heading to bed. First of all, thank you for people. All of us down here are interesting, really really interesting, and as much as I love the smell of the pines embedded in the mountains, and the crash of the waves over my toes, I just have to say, humans are even greater. Thank you for the chance to live on this globe with all of your children. I miss my uncle, he's with you now, but every day I miss him and his insatiable love for life. There will never be another like him. Oh, and thank you for my friend in Florida, she sent my soul soaring tonight. Thank you for grace and mercy, and the opportunity to be washed white as snow. My feeble mind cannot fathom the beauty of salvation. And how I love my children. I know they are yours, in reality, but I call them mine. They make me feel so tired some days, but when I stop to look in their face, I feel as tho you have outdone yourself in creating them. Their unconditional love for me is something I can't even explain. It bubbles up from somewhere that I do not know about. And my hubs, he is something grand, so thank you for him also. Forgive me, for so often I mess up...I don't like it much, but it happens. Help us all down here to love each other, to admire the beauty of creation, and to always always have faith that moves mountains.</div>
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<br />lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-82937017877822799802017-08-16T21:16:00.001-07:002017-08-16T21:20:04.154-07:00The 17nth day of the 7nth month Here is my last and final portion of the Ark story.<br />
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One day while hurrying thru my living room, I had this strange thot, why did Noah send out a raven, and then a dove? It was the dove who brought back an olive branch, and many years later, a dove landed on Jesus while in the presence of John the Baptist. Is is a coincidence? We cannot know the mind of God, but yet I think there is more to it than first meets the eye.<br />
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For so many years of my life, I wondered over the Old Testament. Why so much law, so much law that it almost makes it seems scary for the people who lived before Christ. Here is something I've realized lately, many of the Old Testament accounts portray the Salvation story.<br />
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The Ark, in all of it's massiveness, landed on Mount Ararat on the 17nth day of the 7nth month. If you dig into scripture, it is the same day that Christ rose from the dead.<br />
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My point is this, when we are reborn into Christ, we enter that ark, just as Noah, he didn't partially enter, or leave a foot out the door. He was in, and God shut the door. So are we in Christ. Either we are in, or we are out. God engraves our name on His hands, Isaiah 49:16. We don't topple back in and out of salvation, nor do we loose and save ourselves. Salvation is a gift, the most magnificent gift we will ever be given. We will sin, as Noah probably did in that ark, and then God will haul us to the woodshed, but he won't scratch away our names from His hands. Sometimes we loose our peace, it is a most desolate feeling, and then we must repent, but we are His child thru out eternity, oh blessed thot.lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-92112676539362018792017-08-09T22:00:00.001-07:002017-08-09T22:03:24.656-07:00The Rainbow It's been waaaaay to long.<br />
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I've been oh so busy, chasing my own tail, doing things that are just so important, but really they aren't. Quite frankly, I would have made a terrible disciple. I would have always been scrambling around, never getting to the point.<br />
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Now, as for the rainbow, one night I took Bodie out the back door to see the rainbow, it was so incredibly beautiful. That night it felt as tho, perhaps if you ran just a little ways, you could touch it. I couldn't stop staring. Then it hit me, how could the rainbow have showed up only after Noahs family disembarked that ship? Because God in His wiseness, created that bow, that is in fact, scientifically correct. So...explain how it hadn't appeared before.<br />
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Odd, isn't it? Which makes Noahs faith seem even grander. To build something in preparation for something you had never even witnessed. The earth was like a rain forest I do believe, with springs and rivers and waterfalls. Can you even imagine ?<br />
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So now we have the rainbow, God won't flood us out folks. It's easy to believe that promise of His, it's just some of the other ones we have trouble with. You know, like when he tells us not to worry, we still worry. Or the fact that Eternity will be so grand, that this life will seem so very fleeting.<br />
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Fling your man made worry out the door, toss Satan out the window, grab hold of Gods truth, and let it sink deep down inside of your being. We miss out on the beauty and power of God sometimes, even when it's staring us right in the face.<br />
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Goodnight worldlil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-43955581670967492762017-07-17T21:53:00.003-07:002017-07-18T02:03:49.370-07:00Our ShipYep, I should totally be in bed. Wonderful lovely cushiony bed. But first I must write my third segment in the Noahs Ark story.<br />
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This third part is probably my favorite, perhaps because of the stage of life I'm in, or maybe because it's helped me realize just how in control God is.<br />
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So now Naoh and his own family are in the ark, it has started raining, giant bolts of lightning and load claps of thunder ring in their ears. They don't know what it looks like out there, the animals are terrified, and they have absolutely no idea how long they will be in this ark. Remember how I said I believe this story portrays the salvation story? That ark is Christ,and Noah is in the ark, just as we are in Christ when we are born again, Noah answered Gods call, and he is now in that ship. There is no steering wheel...probably no anchor..no way for Noah to guide that boat. God is, he shut that door and he guided the ark thru everything, without accident. Gods hand led them wherever they went.<br />
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We are in that ship, and while in there, we worry, we fret, we wonder, we get frazzled, but all the while Gods hand is leading our lives. It's quite amazing when you picture us scrambling around in there, don't you suppose Noah did? They worried, they wondered about their future, they hoped there was enough food to go around, and maybe they were concerned about their health. All we have to do is trust in Gods hand leading our lives. It is that simple. Sure, we have to put feet under our faith, but it is He who leads us where so ever we go.lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-72665875257905753002017-07-13T21:11:00.002-07:002017-07-13T21:11:35.919-07:00The Parade Now just suppose you lived up the grassy hill beyond the Cypress forest a little ways, on the same side of the city that Mr. Noah was assembling his ark. Then suppose that your daughter had married a son of Noah's <div>
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lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-8397468997970268242017-07-11T22:05:00.001-07:002017-07-11T22:05:22.340-07:00Mr. Noah Been thinking a bit ... Ok... A LOT about Noah. There are so many lessons to be learnt from that story. It is far more than just a tale of a man and a ship.<br />
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I would love to be able to get all of my thoughts down...but that is a bit of a struggle sometimes. This may come out fairly jumbled. I'll just go ahead and apologize in advance. If you're not particularly interested in reading a jumble..then I highly suggest you tap your screen and go to a different address on this space we call the World Wide Web.<br />
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Here goes. In reading this story...I honestly think that it is a picture of the plan of salvation. Hear me out. It may take a few posts if I can get them all out, for me to explain my theory. But......just for a starting point. The faith of Mr. Noah and his dear Mrs. Can you even imagine if your husband came home and told you he was going to build a ship? Not just a boat to pull behind his muscular Chevy. Nope. In fact, a ship so large, he actually needed to rent a lot, ok, half a mile of space. Indeed, he says to you, God told me to. Would you not look at him just a tad cross eyed? Maybe think he wasn't getting all of his sleep? Or better yet, tell him to go mow the lawn? It's rather unfathomable... I wonder just exactly how God told him. You suppose it was a dream? Oh, and by the way dear Mrs. , it's going to flood around here, never mind the fact that it hasn't ever rained before. God is going to wipe out the world. I suppose she went back to her duties, and wondered what in the world was happening. But in the end she must have supported him I suppose, because she sailed with him.<br />
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The faith it took to build that boat, in front of the eyes of the world, is beyond my comprehension. First of all, he must have been keen to the spirit, and secondly, he had much more faith than I have ever had. I envy him. To know God told YOU to build a boat. The exact dimensions even. Right down to the very little details. I wonder if he second guessed himself thru those years of construction, you suppose he did?<br />
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<br />lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-49347579903175971002017-07-06T20:36:00.001-07:002017-07-06T20:36:10.639-07:00Grace<br />
Today began like any other. I woke up late...had to do the mad dash...and I mean a dash. Had to get Jones to summer school ASAP.<br />
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Got her there a minute late...then took Bodie to the Coffee shop..his idea...then scrambled over to Dillon's. Flew thru there like a crazy woman...found the exact watermelon I wanted in the bottom of the giant box...tumbled in with only my hind end poking out, grabbed that thing and went to check out. Had 8 minutes before I needed to get her...so I chose the self checkout. Yay me. Bodie wanted to pick his yogurt off of the table thing...I kept telling him he couldn't because it would start beeping at me. He didn't comprehend my frenzy type speech...so I proceed to lay into him. Really lay into him. He starts crocodile tearing...I get more annoyed. Then we flutter out to the van. Throw stuff in there...and I look at him and continue my rant....that is...until I really look at him.<br />
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You see, we are raising Gods children....they are only borrowed to us for a spell. And today I failed miserably. While looking out my freshly smudged glass door today, the reality of how much grace is required to cover MY sin, made my soul start to feel crumpled and my body actually felt like it started to wither. Then it dawned on me, there is a giant golden tub of grace that we can bathe in. It isn't a limited supply. It is a glorious never ending amount, given to us by God himself.<br />
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So I jumped in. Most likely I'll have to again tomorrow. Jump in and wash my sin off in that beautiful thing called grace, otherwise my dirt will be far too thick for my light to shine.<br />
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I did go tell Bodie that I had messed up tonight...he nods his head and reassured me that he does still love me. How I love these children.<br />
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<br />lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-63910071679104966352016-11-22T07:58:00.000-08:002016-11-22T08:15:19.024-08:00The Ethiopian<br />
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Here's the deal. I have about 3-4 ... ok,.. 4 to be precisely exact, projects I want to sew this morning between now and 11.10. Which is the time I go get my small man child from school. Except for this small problem. I'm about to go on another Suzy style rant, so hear me out. Get your coffee, or your knitting. Something. Just get it.<br />
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I had my dishes all washed, the laundry tumbling in the dryer, the Christmas tree lite, my beds all made, the house mostly tidy, and last but not least, my sewing machine all set up and ready to go. Buuuuttt,..I couldn't sit down and sew because I have a deep feeling that I need to share with you my latest obsession. You see, lately in my life, I have become infatuated with the Bible. Now, I have always known and loved the Lord, but that I loved my Bible and desperately wanted to understand it, I can't honestly tell you that I did. It is nearly a magical book, if I can call it magical without being disrespectful. You see, God actually talks to you thru it. It is completely and utterly amazing to me. It becomes addicting in a most lovely way. So anyhow, we don't have internet at home, and it's hard to blog on a smart phone. So here I am at the coffee shop, frantically typing.<br />
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Here is the obsession, Acts Chapter 8. There are a few fascinating stories in that chapter, but right now, my favorite, is the Etiopian Eunich. Ethiopia is located in the horn of Africa as far as I can tell. He lives there as a treasurer for Queen Candace. Power and wealth are a big part of his life. He knows about God, He decides to travel to Jerusalem to go to the heart of the country where Jesus walked. Now let me tell you, he travels in a chariot. Not a Chevy Acadia, folks. A chariot. I googled the miles between Jerusalem and Ethiopia, it is NOT just a little jaunt. So imagine him, the Queens treasurer, dressed up in Ethiopian garb, I imagine gold embroidery, hundreds of rows of pom poms, and I have no clue what kind of shoes he had on, riding behind a horse on a (maybe) gold chariot. He goes to Jerusalem, leaves to go home, is in his chariot reading about Isiah, When a man named Phillip comes running up to him and asks if he understands what he is reading.<br />
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Now something must be said for Phillip here, He was one of the 7 elected from the 12 disciples to help the new church grow. He is busy about his life and an angel appears to him and says go down this desert road, Somewhere I read it was a bit of a treacherous journey. So he packs up, and heads down the desert road. He must have had a substantial amount of faith to do exactly what he had been asked to do. He sees the Ethiopian Eunich dressed in all his finery, a man of rich cloth, reading about Prophet Isiah. He then witnesses to the man.<br />
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Then the Eunich asks him "why not be baptized" so Phillip baptizes him, and then while the Eunich is watching, Phillip dissappears, into thin air folks. Can you imagine? He then resumes his journey to Africa, with joy in his heart. Back to his station beside the queen, only this time, a Christian. Think what he was able to tell the people, and imagine the spreading of the Gospel that must have occurred after that. Being the Queens treasurer, the people must have looked up to him.<br />
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While I have rambled sufficiently about the Ethiopian, It is Phillip who really played a role. My point is this, YOU are a Phillip. You might only see your sin, but God sees you in a different light. You are not here by coincidence. Imagine if Phillip had said to himself, I sinned big time this morning, I CANNOT do my part in the Kingdom of God. A tragedy it would have been. Go where God calls you, don't hide your faith, it is the most important thing about your life, and you have absolutely no idea who God might put in your exact path today.<br />
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lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-3466827009986987742016-10-24T21:30:00.002-07:002016-10-24T21:30:49.126-07:00Age before Beauty Today, while waiting in my beautiful wonderful gas saving mom wagon, Bodie and I were discussing the dirt on the windows.<br />
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He says, " no mom, it's duck poop."<br />
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Then I see her, this little old lady, cute as she could be. She had on blue knit trousers, hot pink fabric canvas shoes, dark rimmed dinner plate spectacles, and protecting her frizzy white hair was the brightest red scarf with fringe tassels by the millions.<br />
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I desperately wanted to follow her home. She was beautiful. Her hands have done so much more than mine. There was something about her. It dawned on me then, we are all beautiful in this exact age we are in at this given moment. Don't dislike where you are at in numbers, it is only that, a number. The most magnificent thing about us is our souls. They are eternal and they do not age. What's more, each one of us has been meticulously designed by the creator.<br />
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Ecclesiastes 3 : 11lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-19221754058916597692016-10-20T20:13:00.000-07:002016-10-20T20:13:03.098-07:00Scars for Jesus Mind if I chat with you for a minute?<br />
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You see, I have mostly toddler conversations during the day. Today we went over the fact that the Dragon does still indeed live behind the green cupboard. Would he like that I hung up a few fall leaves with lights on the top? Or would he get them off?<br />
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It's quite a dragon...sometimes he leaves the house to find some munch.<br />
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Today I heard something. That something was this, "use your scars for Jesus". It's made me think. Hard think. What are my scars? What are yours? Mine? I have a child in heaven... and the one down here is a beautiful wonderful special needs girl. I suppose those are my big ones.<br />
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At school she has this wheelchair. I have a tremendous love/hate relationship with that black giant thing. Every day I put on my game face. I don't like to see her in it ... and yet, it is the most handy chair you've ever seen. Every day it stabs my heart way down deep where I don't allow people to go. But, today I saw something different. It was almost a flash. I was headed out of her classroom door and I turned one last time to look at her, and there were 5 or 6 children crammed around that beastly chair. One little boy was touching her face chanting her name...the others were trying to hold her hand and talk to her. I realized then, she has a spot to fill right there in that chair... her spot in the world is actually bigger than mine. I believe it. Her head was held high and on her face was the cutest smile I've ever seen. She was in her own little heaven.<br />
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So it is up to me to use that scar for Jesus. It won't always be easy. God takes something bad and uses it for his good. It is a beautiful thing.<br />
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lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-66244540726811859012016-01-14T06:29:00.000-08:002016-01-14T11:25:36.514-08:00This Child<br />
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Over the the mountains clothed in pines</div>
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I have been angry. ANGRY. At the unfairness of life. Multiple things I will not even drone on and on about. It was getting fairly serious, until I was sitting in the coffee shop and one of my friends called me. Thru the conversation somehow or other, a massive piece of cement landed on my soaring hot air balloon. Thunder .... lightning .... noise. I`m back down on my original planet. Olly may have a bad hip, I may carry her into school for a lot more years. But all in all we have it so incredibly good. She has the best Dad in the entire world. Just to mention one thing. So bask in the glory of the One Most High. While there is bad ... there is more good. Now i shall sign off like one of my favorite bloggers <a href="http://www.mondaymorningmama.com/" target="_blank">Monday Morning Mama</a> .<span id="goog_2022480271"></span><span id="goog_2022480272"></span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a></div>
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Holding on to hope,</div>
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lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-85617431731544350042015-12-30T19:25:00.001-08:002015-12-30T19:25:53.964-08:00About Bread Here I am .... drinking my hot tea ... I just shot a couple squeezes of Sugar Plum Fairy bath soap into my running water. It's purple ... and glittery...and ever so smelly good.<br />
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I stayed up last night and made a batch of Mark Bittmans no knead bread. Google it Ladies and Gents. It is so incredibly easy. I would write it down for you but it makes much more sense reading his instructions. It's a beautiful pound and a half loaf of bread.<br />
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I've been feeling very accomplished♡<br />
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<br />lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-80116585673143806462015-12-22T05:45:00.000-08:002015-12-22T05:45:12.443-08:00Time Here it is 7:35 .... I'm scrambling like a mad woman to get my dishes done, a few loads of laundry finished, the house picked up & my hair washed before I hear my littles wake up.<br />
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...the back door opens 3 inches ... scares me to death .... but I notice the sky. It is this most lavish bright pink you've ever seen. It actually made the air turn a color ... if that is even possible. And it hit me, God opened my door this morning so I would stop and consider Him and His glory. It could have been the wind...but He made the wind. The world is beautiful right now. It is waking slowly, ready for a new day.<br />
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Take heart beautiful wonderful creatures that you all are. He has made you in HIS image. Stop and smile at the world hustling by you. He shines thru you, he wraps you in his arms, & He`ll take your worries that are Mountains and turn them into insignificant piles, He who parts the Red Sea, The Master Artist Himself. His power knows no bounds.<br />
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<br />lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-42420040227983421952015-12-17T20:03:00.002-08:002015-12-17T20:03:40.010-08:00Wanna know something ?Sometimes I think Cerebral palsy is beautiful.<br />
Once in a great while, I get horrifically mad at it.<br />
But not as much anymore.<br />
Sometimes I think she sees Angels.<br />
Someday she will be one.<br />
Bless your heart dear child.<br />
You have blessed mine♡<br />
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lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-15427535298403151562015-12-10T23:01:00.001-08:002015-12-10T23:01:19.670-08:00The Christ ChildIt is.<br />
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It is past midnight.<br />
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I should be sleeping ... but I thot I'd tell you this first. I'll show you our last advent tag. . . I've fell off the wagon due to a pesky little flu bug that rather knocked my stockings off. Dear Lovely wonderful Joshua Deane took care of me plus the kiddos. I will ramble about him in the upcoming future. Prepare yourself.<br />
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Tonight after eating supper at Mimis house. We drove around and saw Christmas lights. One house in particular has its lights tuned to the radio. Our eyes held the feast of dancing lights.<br />
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One of my all time faves .... Drummer Boy<br />
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It starts playing. "I'll play my drum for him"<br />
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& boom. The Christ Child took on a whole new meaning in my heart. No...not the image...not the illustration. ..not the plastic nativity Christ. The alive, wiggling baby boy, with bright eyes, and little feet. Can you imagine being one of Mary's friends and asking her if you can hold her baby? The Christ Child in your very arms? And looking into the face of the one Most High?<br />
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<br />lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-37758786153237338432015-12-04T06:14:00.001-08:002015-12-04T06:14:49.545-08:00Shepherd The 2nd tag in our wee handmade advent calendar is a Shepherd.<br />
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This is proving to be a lot of fun. So start dreaming about yours for next year. Christmas is only 3 weeks away ! Where does the time go? Do they sell freezing potion for kiddos so you can keep them at a certain size for a good while? I'll check Amazon. Perhaps it's just a click away♡<br />
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I have found a new love for acrylic paint. It thrills my soul. I get a milk chocolate out of hiding .... make a coffee or an iced tea ... or a left over Dr. Pepper ... sit by the window where the winter sun is sstreaming in .... and I paint while the small frys supposedly nap. Try it girls.<br />
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Happy beautiful Friday<br />
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<br />lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-16182825792670267112015-12-02T20:44:00.001-08:002015-12-02T20:44:36.673-08:00Advent Calendar I got reeeeeeeaaaallly inspired today to make my children an Advent Calendar. I have recently become obsessed with acrylic paint....and gift tags...and....ya...anything that costs money.<br />
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I'll try to post a little tiny update every day on here. We'll see how that goes. I got some cute little craft bags and just a few cheap little things to put inside. Then I want to paint something from the nativity scene for every day. Today was a sheep. Yes .... I missed yesterday . I didn't get inspired until today, remember?<br />
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I hung it up with my chain tree garland & my holly berry thingy. My dining room table is pathetic. I asked Josh what he thot of it. He said "I do my best not too look" .<br />
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So there you have it. I'm officially a hoarder.<br />
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Pictures to follow. Other than the above things mentioned .... is sissy standing in her table ... have you ever ??? Cutest thing ever ... then there's her brother waiting for the train. I kid you not. If there's chwain chwacks .... there's bound to be a train. How do you convince a 2 year old otherwise? You don't.<br />
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<br />lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-67162534160484134012015-12-01T20:23:00.002-08:002015-12-01T20:23:23.616-08:00Hello I just finished one of my favorite winter time activities. I found a board that fits across the bathtub .... scrounge up four candles ... my good old King James ...fixed hot tea, heavy on the honey...<br />
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And sat and read and drank.<br />
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Try it girlfriend.<br />
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As for the rest of my day .... previous to the soaking ... I took care of my four children. My father in law constantly reminds me that I have 3. He's wrong ... I have four. My hubby ... my girl... my boy... our dog....<br />
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<br />lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-49504448417013945012015-07-01T20:15:00.000-07:002015-07-01T20:15:43.834-07:00This Land Is mine. And I suppose I'll share it with you. Back in the day, I was NEVER coming back. EVER. No sirree Bob. I was a tad lofty I do believe. Now you couldn't get me to leave. I'm sitting here by the light of the moon. You ever noticed it, really truly noticed? It's a glorious shinning Lacy Orb, suspended, yet, always moving. I'm telling you, it's awfully romantic. Speaking of romance, you wanna know how we're introduced? & not just once, nope.<br />
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Hi !! , here is SueVaun<br />
Here is her husband<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent;"> So I've been pondering, this could be a win win situation for me. I could run around in my undies, pretty sure no one would notice, wouldn't have to spend money, wouldn't have to wash clothes, or fold them, or stare at them for 17 days before I decided to hang them up. It's quite an awakening. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-59880976185090540392015-06-30T05:09:00.000-07:002015-06-30T05:09:24.834-07:00Dear God Help me to be a good mama today. Sometimes I get so bogged down with my little chores I forget to see the beauty. I want to remember always how good I have it and everything you have given me. My children, give me just enough patience, enough wisdom, enough grace, while we're raising them. Their tender beautiful souls. My heart hurts when I think of them stepping up to the gate to see sister for the first time, but for now they're entrusted to us. Be with sissy, Help her muscles, grow her brain strong and clear, & help her to face the world with shining eyes. . . & Bubba, help him grow strong and tall, and to love you. But most of all dear God, Help my children to make this world a brighter better place. Be with us all today. Forgive us when we do not understand, & when we go astray. Thank you thank you thank you. For the moon, the stars, the trees, & for friends near and far. Be with us all, Amen.<br />
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<br />lil ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01778550260605369646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689698944082110031.post-9377152132211281452015-06-24T20:52:00.002-07:002015-06-24T20:54:42.143-07:00Corners I flew around the corner today, chasing Bodie Lee, who had taken Suzy ( sisters doll) to find him merely sitting at his little school desk pattering with the alphabet. Never mind that Suzy was dumped head first into the cup, her hind end looking at me. I just stood there and stared at her for a minute. . . Then decided I'd best go back around the corner to check on sister, who had nearly fell off the couch. Is momhood seriously this knock down drag out chasing hauling tail insanely busy???? Really & truly??? I have to plan the next 17 things out<br />
In my head so I can get anything done at all. Goodness Gracious me. And to think some people actually vacuum their floors, oh, and can. You know, vegetables and things like that. Now, MY very own veggies are currently in wilt stage completely intertwined with 5 species of bind weed. That's exactly what they're doing.<br />
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