she likes me ...

She likes my brain. She excepts me as is and it feels good. 'The thing I really like about her is that she regards me in better light than I regard myself ....sounds loco I suppose, but because she really likes what's in my head, I feel real. I mean I feel like I have some value to another....and I don't have to make it up in my head to feel OK.' We seem to be a lot alike so maybe that is why she seems so comfortable.

I have told her my record with women. Right now the women around me are in the 50-60 age range, so it is nice to be able to converse with someone my own age. 'I have lots of walls, especially with women, but it's something I want to open up to a special woman...... I want to open up to her because I see quality, and I have decided to make her special personally to me!'

She brought up the men and their caves. Should the female go into the cave? She made an apology for writing so much and I told her repeatedly to keep the writing up ... they are like birthday presents to me. 'I think she listens better than I do, and she probably gets more information off the page than I do......'
~fr: jan '03 emails

So true, I love your brain and I love your spirit. I love your dreams and I so want you to go for them. I like that we have this comfortable feeling between us. Sure we are alike but there is something Eternal about us. That is what keeps us. It was totally God who had our paths meet. People are one of two things that are Eternal, so our relationships are very important to keep. My connection with you runs deep and true and I keep in my top 10%. I know I will never find another like you. You are very cherished and I am rich because of you.

I have looked forward to being the 'woman' ... the Redeemed Eve. I feel your mistrust of females and rightly so. But I didn't want to be like the others. I wanted you to see the God-Reflection. But I can't seem to hold your attention for very long.....

I do soak up meaning. I am always watching for the nuanses and patterns of life. I see depth everywhere. I am always listening for God's Still Voice. I pour my thoughts out in the written form. Your strength is in the spoken. My vision is different yet useful for the wide and deep of things. I like sharing this part of me with you because you get me. It can give your voice strength as much as you have given to me. I have written .... but as time has laid out ... I have written too much.
You're gone...

pezzi: what's inside?

This is My Father's World ...

This is my Father’s world,
and to my listening ears
All nature sings,
and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His Hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world,
the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world:
He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the Ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.
This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face.
I open my eyes, and in glad surprise cry,
“The Lord is in this place.”
This is my Father’s world,
from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Came—a pledge of deathless love.

This is my Father’s world,
should my heart be ever sad?
The Lord is King—let the heavens ring.
God reigns—let the earth be glad.
This is my Father’s world.
Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is Holy ground.

This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze
God makes His glory known.
This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.
~maltbie babcock
(expression he used when starting a walk
"I'm going out to see My Father's World")

The heavens declare the Glory of God;
the skies proclaim the Work of His Hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display Knowledge.
There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.
~Psalm 19:1-3
''Where is God? Why is He so silent? I need to know ... I ask and I hear nothing? Am I wrong? God, why are You so silent?'' These where the questions I often asked until I read a book called Windows to the Soul by Ken Gire.

I was soooooo wrong. God is always speaking. I hear God in a moment where it stands still to me as the rest of the world spins by. I hear God in a movie, book, or painting where a slice of humanity has been poured out into something I can hang onto. I hear God in the dreams and struggles of people around me. I hear God it in a simple natural smell like citrus or a spice like cinnamon. I hear God in the beautiful landscape He creates for my enjoyment as I race to work every morning. I hear God in the simple plant growing in one of my pots. I can no longer say He is silent.

I watch Bob Ross every saturday morning. He is an oil painter with a soft voice as he teaches you how to paint. When Monday morning comes I am looking with painter's eyes to see how the Creator painted His world today, my heart bubbles with Joy as I see God in a whole new way.

Thank you, Lovely, for this verse. Like always you bring me the choicest of His Meaty Word. {sooo perfect} The last part ''...there is no speech or language where their voice is not heard...." struck me! When I visited London I remember most was the glorious golden winter sunset. I still carry it with me. God spoke to me in a different land and I understood it. Yes, I understand English. {wink}. But when you arrive in Columbia, the sunrises and the sunsets will still speak to you. You will hear God with no Spanish required. The people will still speak to you. You will hear God with no Spanish required. The food will speak to you through the prep and smells. You will hear God with no Spanish required. What an Awesome Creator!

This is my Father's World.... He speaks to me everywhere!

Bass & Melody ...

"The Lord hath done great things for us, whereof we are glad."
- Psalm 126:3

Some Christians are sadly prone to look on the dark side of everything, and to dwell more upon what they have gone through than upon what God has done for them. ...

It is true that we endure trials, but it is just as true that we are delivered out of them. It is true that we have our corruptions, and mournfully do we know this, but it is quite as true that we have an All-Sufficient Saviour, who overcomes these corruptions, and delivers us from their dominion.

" The deeper our troubles, the louder our thanks to God, who has led us through all, and preserved us until now. Our griefs cannot mar the melody of our Praise, we reckon them to be the Bass part of our life's song, "He hath done great things for us, whereof we are glad. " ~Spurgeon

Dearest Lord,
You are the Deep Strong Bass and the Gentle Moving Melody of my life. May I be a sweet, sweet sound in Your Ear.
~ your little girl

Spurgeon: His bank notes

excited by who I am! ...

Be excited by who you are!
dr phil
Via the radio I heard this was his first tip for dating. After a thought or two I figure this should be the first tip for life in general! After a few more thoughts I figure this is a solution to ''Don't Waste Pretty''. Sometimes you just don't know how to begin.

What makes you attractive? Savor and delight in that. It is one big circle. I am excited about painting and writing. That excitement makes me attractive. I am definitely not going to waste this Pretty on moping even if it was the last man on earth!!! Finally full circle, you are exciting to be around.

Yeah, easier to say in a heated moment .... but well worth the sweat and tears. I like myself. I didn't use to. I am even learning to be kind to myself. I used to beat myself up and every once in a while you can still see me mend a bruise or two. Sometimes I wonder when my full circle moment will come. In good times I see a beautiful reflection and I smile...

love a quote: achievement begins with belief!
don't waste pretty

2 beloved labs...

A sheriff was making his rounds in the rural country side when he noticed a light. He went into the corn field towards the beam. Being a chilly evening in winter, who would be out here with a light? It is a sure bet the sheriff's heart was beating faster and probably had his hand resting on his gun. No way .... no, it can't be! Here it was a lab holding a flashlight in his mouth. Beside him was another lab laying over an unconscious man in efforts to keep his master warm. Then the sheriff then noticed the diabetic wristband. These two labs saved their owner by their sacrificial love!
centerville, in, usa

Isn't it fascinating how our beloved pets have this gift of love for their master tucked inside their little furry spirit! Looking at my own beloved Bobby and Andy (sure they love their massages and tummy rubs), there is something of heaven in them... What an Awesome Creator to think us and wrap up these special furry gifts!

moment captured: totally foxy!

keeper of dreams...

'Achievement first begins with BELIEF'
my dearest friend,
I so believe in you and the man you dream to be. I see all of your dreams and I can't wait for them to unfold for you. I believe in your passions. No one .. not even the everyday work ... can hold you back but you. Stand tall!!! Fly!!!! I have listened with a tear in my heart. I am a dream keeper .... I've got yours and I send my KingdomMail to the Almighty often on your behalf. Believe the dreams you have whispered to me. I do!
~ always dream-keeping

my dearest girlfriend,
I am so excited for you. You dreamed a dream. You made your steps. Sure unbelief made his ugly visit every so often. You fought back hard. You are strong by the Everlasting Arms holding you up. You believed. Faith and trust is hard lessons, but our Teacher is Ever-Faithful and fully Trusted. I am a dream keeper.... I've got yours all laid out in my KingdomMail. Know you are well kepted!
~ always dream-keeping

love a quote: hands in His

totally foxy!!!

The morning greated me with a crispy chill in the air as I looked into the blue inky western sky. The fading full moon was dressed in a white shimmering sheet. His glimmer was peeking though the clumpy clouds.

Futher into my morning commute the dark slate clouds where expressive in their still movement against the pink blush of the sunless sunrise. With pure delight I whispered my gratitude to my Awesome Creator.

However, He wasn't done!!!! He topped it off with something like red lightening darting across the road into a broken down corn field .. destination the small patch of trees. I stared real hard through the half light. The coat was red. The tail bushy and about as long as the body. A small white tip on that tail. A small but very fast animal. Could it be? Haven't seen one in the wild ever! It had to be .. a fox!!!!

What a great love note!

moment captured: being with goats

real time vs casual time ...

It has been a long troublesome intrapersonal study of why I react the way I do to some relationships. Like why I am not a jokester or why it hurts when people say they are going to do this and then don't or why it breaks my confidence when some makes a joke on me or why I feel pushed and I come fighting back or why do I listen and get no listen in return ..... I have found a layer of learning:

real time:
* Every person's dreams and life journey is important enough to listen and support. Every comment and inflection is real. Every moment is real. There are boundaries to keep and respect. You can be playful but no playing jokes as they can damage their very soul. Life is a journey and those moments no matter how exciting or painful, should be cherished. Smiles and laughter comes from enjoyment and delight in companionship. Real time is a really deep relationship with another with no abandonment. Like in the movie 'Shall We Dance?', 'to have someone to bear witness to your life' journey .. to know your growth .. to know your beauty .. along every step .... is sooooo priceless!!!

casual time:
* not wrong just different than real time. Just another way of dealing with relationships. In fact we often have both kinds in our lives. Here the relationships are where we can pick up where we left off no matter how long it takes to get back to each other. Laughter is more a way to survive life. No need to be crushed with worry. (but what is really happening on the inside?) I really need to point out that all of our relationships should start out in casual time. Never go to fast!!!! A relationship needs to develop into real time on all four levels ... Are they physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually there for you? This is something I would teach my girls....

These are just thoughts sorted out in two piles so that I can deal better. I am deep. I experience moments with real time. I laugh. I delight. I am balanced. I am excited about my journey and growing is the mystery unfolding in me. I often struggle with how casual people are.... and I am learning ....

my1st layer b/t real and casual

what is really wrapped in a package?

Back in 2003 she sent us a Christmas package that arrived the same day we had gone to Sydney. I sent my son to the post office when we got back. In his phone call he said they only keep packages a week. I told her I was sorry but the package was on its way back to the States. However, my doubts started to kick in and I made two phone calls. The later one was a bit of silence then my son bursting in laughter. Ah yes, my son has a wild sence of humor.

After I opened the gift I poured out in an email how intricate her paint strokes and the beauty in her artwork. A whole year few by and emails, letters, and phone calls piled high along with my unrest with my work. Christmas 2004 package came. Getting the kids together at one time proved difficult. She finally asked in January about the package. I want on about the kids responses .... son rolled his eyes ... daughter asked if we where going to have Christmas tree next year for the ornaments....
fr: jan '03 & 04 emails

Yes, I remembered being introduced to his son's sence of humor. I went to bed with a sick feeling in stomach that night ... realizing my package was being sent back. However, all the butterflies where tranced by his email describing my artwork. I am always nerveous about others reaction and especially his. I glowed in his praise.

Christmas package 2004 was totally different. Even though it was more painted artwork, there was a very huge message behind it. I felt it was God leading me with a book and the ornaments I had painted. I was soooo anxious to get his response. I just knew he would get it.....

I waited and waited. Nothing..... I finally asked and was broken by the total miss....

pezzi: meat vs water

cash in His bank notes ...

"Do as Thou hast said."
- II Sam 7:25

God's Promises were never meant to be thrown aside as waste paper; He intended that they should be used. God's gold is not miser's money, but is minted to be traded with. Nothing pleases our Lord better than to see His Promises put in circulation; He loves to see His children bring them up to Him, and say, "Lord, do as Thou hast said."

We glorify God when we plead His Promises. Do you think that God will be any the poorer for giving you the riches He has romised? Do you dream that He will be any the less Holy for giving Holiness to you? Do you imagine He will be any the less Pure for washing you from your sins? ...

Our Heavenly Banker delights to cash His own notes.

Never let the promise rust. Draw the word of Promise out of its scabbard, and use it with Holy Violence. Think not that God will be troubled by your importunately reminding Him of His Promises.

He loves to hear the loud outcries of needy souls. It is His Delight to bestow favours. He is more ready to hear than you are to ask. ~ Spurgeon

Dearest Master Teacher,
I use to tatter my prayers to You. They often where angry tears and lashings. Not to long ago in my readings the author suggested that prayer should be Declaring Your Attributes. As I began to simply declare, I found a promise tucked within the scripture that I would use.

My spiritual journey has taken flight. I have found fellowship with my christian kinship even when time and space keep them from me physically. I have found a deeper inner peace with You. My faith grows deeper. I 'see' You more clearly... most precious riches to me.
~ your little student

Spurgeon: continue in prayer
cashing in: safe!

'safe' ...

"The name of the Lord is a Strong Tower;
the righteous run to it & are safe.
prov 18:10

My WatchTower,
I run to You ... High where their mean words cannot reach and cut. I run to You. My heart is safe from the unconscious stampede of bulls. A Strong Tower so Mightly and Secure that no one can break through and tear me apart. I run to You. Everlasting Arms hide me and I can shut out the noise. You wipe my tears of pain and frustration. No one sees me like You do. Like the empire making his call, You shout out safe and wave the Arms. Game over. She's safe!
~always running to You

being with goats ...

I have been watching this black and white cat socialize with a herd of goats on this farm I go by on my way to work. Goats are goats in herds and always trying to get to a higher place than the others. The cat is usually blending in by sitting near them. Its a game for me to pick out the cat because his coat blends in so well.

To my surprise today the cat was NOT sitting near them looking to the horizen. No, he was standing with another goat on a huge spool (their tall mountain) looking like he was one of them. Well, it sent my mind to wondering why the cat feels so at home with these goats.......

moment captured: pupinator kisses

balance of faith and state ...

Should politics and church be separated? Should we leave God out of our mental tasks? Should we keep the Almighty out of our laws? Who was the first LawMaker? Who giveth Wisdom? If you love God, can you really keep Him out of certain areas of your life? Should you even think you can keep Him in a corner? If you do so, are you really honoring God?

Aren't we to love God with all our body, mind, heart, and soul? Shouldn't our thought process be under God's guidance? Shouldn't we beseech (pray) God for Wisdom in all that we do? even our work and politics?

No matter how much America's founding fathers provisioned a separation between church and state, they could not separate God from their politics. Their true intent was to keep radicals from enslaving organized religion upon the peoples who yearned to be free. To be honest they found a balance of faith and state. Can we?

desperado ...

* meanings include: criminal, outlaw, gangster, bandit, villian, crook ...
* some words to the song:
''your prison is walking this world all alone''
''let somebody love you before its too late''
How often do we rob ourselves from healthy connections with people? How often to hold hostage ourselves from the very people who love us and support us .... unconditionally? How often do we wonder around hoodwinking our ownselfs ... telling lies and believing them? How often do we steal happiness because love has done us wrong in the past?

Love heals ... but you have to believe it ... and embrace it!

'Once you have experienced love, no matter what form, it leaves a huge imprint on your life'

{ to me that is priceless! }

hands in His ...

"God is going to reveal to us things He never revealed before if we put our hands in His." ~ George Washington Carver

love a quote: compassion is the stuff of life
Lovely's Light my path
Lovely's revelation...

a Mighty River ...

In this day and age churches are more focused in growing numbers. Mega-churches are to be desired. More flash and bang, more building, more loud noise...

I am a little person of quiet nature. I get a bit edgy when I hear growth in the way I do. I am getting shut out of church more and more. Church never has been kind to me through the ages. Yet, I continue.

As I was praying last night for today's service, I wasn't sure of the request that was made. So I kinda went on a tangent with God.

Dear Almighty,
I've been thinking about my attitude and what I would like church to be and trying to see what You are saying. I believe very strongly that church should be a river moving. Strong current of You flowing. You are the Living Water and coming to You, one never is thirsty. We as the body of the church should reflect this. Each person's dreams and purpose would be used. We wouldn't get caught up in numbers or our wants.

Thank You, Lord, for journeying with me as I struggle with church. Thank You for being my Living Water. May I reflect You...
always your little girl

'brain attack' ...

I attack your brain by taking away the blood source. Fatty deposits (atherosclerosis * ) can block blood's passage or a vessel can break or leak precious blood supply(aneurysm **), leaving your brain cells to die. Through this damage I cause you to loose functions, like speech, movement, and memory. I can strike small that you barely notice me leaving you weak for my bigger strike.

You better get to know me. I am the numbness or weakness that you feel in your face and limbs. I usually favor one side. I am the confusion in your brain and I am the troublemaker in your speech. I am the trip in your step. I am the dizzymaker and unbalance is my game. I can cause you a severe headache. I am the nausea and vomit is my aim. I am the drowsiness you feel. If you have high blood pressure or high cholesterol, I can befriend you easier.

I am a Stroke. If you don't want me to disrupt your life, you need to take care of yourself. Eat right, exercise, and find ways to manage your stess.

* Ischemic stroke, the most common type
** Hemorrhagic stroke

more info on stroke

Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:

1) Ask the individual to SMILE.

2) Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.

3) Ask the person to SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently) (i.e. .. It is sunny out today)

If he or she has trouble with any of these tasks, call 9-1-1 immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.

last note ...

It is human nature to seek out our loved ones last words, to know their thoughts and wishes before they passed to the other side. We feel lucky to have those parting words whether from a phone call from a doomed plane or a scribbled note tucked in the pocket of their clothes. If we don't have those last words, we seek for a journal or letters ... something for a token of their presence.

Why is it that we seek after the death for their parting words? Why aren't we seeking right now for their words? their dreams? their purpose for life? These days we have so many tangble ways to express ourselves.

I am a writer. This need has been there since I can remember. I have often thought maybe someone will find my writings a treasure. Often the fantasy was someone like me would stumble upon my work and devour it. Their imagination defying time and connecting with mine. Stuff of movies I say!

However, as I have discovered the new 'in-thing' or the 'it', blogging is my way to send out my 'message in the bottle'. Someone can discover it now! { in fact someone has } There are a precious few loved ones that I wish would read now, but time steals away their attention. My solace is that these words will remain here waiting ... maybe when they are seeking for my last words they will remember their way.

To honor the Sago miners and their families, leave your last words scattered around now. Your presence matters ...

Eternal two left on earth

meat vs water ...

I loved her meaty emails. I cannot not stand fluff or 'a-lemon-maringe-email' as I would often refer to the fluff. Her emails would provoke me into a 2-4hr email in response. With my life I often find it difficult to find the time to really focus in and send meaty emails back. I just could not keep up...
fr: jan '04 emails

{ Meat! I loved his emails ... the meaty ones ... and the playful ones. Yet, we all need water ... plain old boring water. You can survive longer on just water than food. I wanted water emails, too. Simple boring droplets of water ... letting me know you and your journey. Just keep the pipeline of communication open.... can't there be a negotiation? There is no meat left ... let alone water ... }

pezzi: 'teamship'

'teamship' ...

I loved our emails ... communicating back and forth. She actually listened to me which was a new experience. I often opened up to her. She never tossed me out on my ear. I gave her a compliment that no matter what, she was the type of friend that a year could go by without word and we would still be able pick up right where we had left off ...
fr: jan '04 emails

I have enough friends where I can miss out on their daily grind and come back in months, picking up where we had left off ... all good no doubt. Yet, I am a person way to deep for my own good. I am not the same person I was 3 years ago let alone yesturday. I am always growing and learning. I would love to be able to share this intimate journey with another without the leaving. I make no apologies.

I am not looking for total 24 hour communication. My definition: communication = 7% verbal + 93% non-verbal. Reality of this is 'teamship' ... sharing travel and supporting each other for the long haul. This does not allow for absolute absence.

It should be a compliment if I find you a treasure enough to want this teamship with you. All of my family and friends are highly valued and in my top 10% but it is lacking when all that is expected from it is causal connection. The richness and high life for me is a travel companion for the sharing of the ups and downs on this amazing adventure. Where is the aged companionship these days?

nourishment or killer ...

I keep you alive, strong, and healthy. My meats, vegatables, and fruits supply you with protein and vitamins. I nourish your blood that pumps through your being. I can give you means to be lean and active. I make you feel good and full. I have lots of variety from sweets, sours, salty, or spicy to keep you interested.

I can kill you slowly. Too much of me in one area can undermine the life you lead. I can take your eyesight or your legs if you cannot control my sugar attacks to your body. I can cause you pain. I can cause allergic reactions and zap you dead in an instant or I can slowly torture you with an extreme headache. I can cause your stomach to eat itself or rip through your bowels like a roaring fire. If you don't get me at certain times, I can make you mentally crazy or weaken you til you pass out.

I am food. I keep you alive or I can kill you. You must take control ... it is a life long battle...

expectant attraction...

As she gazes deeply in the mirror of her soul, a question comes. What would be attractive? An 'expectant excitement' ... it describes one being passionate. There is a glow and a sparkle in the eye. Anyone would want to be close this electric energy. Pure beauty ...

waiting w/ good courage...

''Wait on the Lord;
be of good courage & He will strengthen thine heart.''
~ ps 27:14
* * * * * * * * * * * *Dear Heavenly Father,
You mean it? You will strengthen my heart? I surely will test You on this... but I have and I continue to wait for word of a mother's earthly life... Did she make it? Did she get to celebrate Christmas and make plans for the New Year with her family? Is he alright? Is he selling melons again this year? Did You Taketh Away?

My heart goes out to the coal minors' families that are waiting on word of their loved ones caught underground from an explosion. They wait and wait... Faces devoid of emotion... Eyes always searching... Hearts pounding in ache... waiting for word... It certainly takes a strong heart!

'Be of good courage' ... (bravery, faithfulness, daring) ... good courage means to me 'mustering up strength .. unafraid... Best way for me to do that is 'look full in Your Wonderful Face and the things of earth will fade away...' I feel soooo weak and weary ...

I am tucking this Living Word in my heart. I am testing You and being of good courage... ahh, waiting too! I long for a strong heart.
~always your little girl

to wait
my Anchor holds

he asks what if...

What if she was a Gift to me? And life consumed me so much that I missed out on companionship for my journey? What if she was Trust clothe in a womanly skin? And I threw it away because all I knew was the lies, abuse, and baggage that all the women in my life caused me? What if she was Love? And I deranged it by walking away? Would that Love come back and Love me again? What if she was my Soulmate? And I hushed her faithful spirit? Would anyone believe in my dreams and my life purpose? What if she was what I Needed? And I refused to be filled? Am I to walk forever empty?

What if I told myself lies like love and marriage would never again grace my home? What if that very love and marriage was what would heal me? Would she have me back? Would she let me try to disentangle myself from my life..... or would she be the one to rescue me from my own entanglement?

How about I give up what is not working and humble myself? How about I be strong enough, manly enough to give up my foolish pride? How about I ask her back? Think she would have me back? She really did have my back.... How could I have let her go?

happy new year ~ 2006 ~ ...

I dosed off right when the ball dropped. I wasn't feeling good physically nor emotionally. After having our early deep freeze and beautiful snow, we had two weeks of grey upon grey days with the sky crying. So when today began with a golden blush, I had a happy sigh!!!

With every ending there is a beginning. Beginnings are what we create them to be. We can be excited or anxious, hopeful or down. I can only choose excited and hopeful. Enough with the old, I want new. I want ... ahhh Peace!

For this year's theme I have choosen Beauty. I am inviting lessons on living my singlehood with lots of confident Beauty that blooms inside out. God, I am inviting You to impact my life with Your Beauty. I have already done some traveling down this path, but with loss I want a new and brighter beginning. ~ always your little girl

"Continue in prayer."- Col 4:2

It is the breath, the watchword, the comfort, the strength, the honour of a Christian. If thou be a child of God, thou wilt seek thy Father's face, and live in thy Father's love. Pray that this year thou mayst be holy, humble, zealous, and patient; have closer communion with Christ, and enter oftener into the banqueting-house of his love.

Pray that thou mayst be an example and a blessing unto others, and that thou mayst live more to the glory of thy Master. The motto for this year must be, "Continue in prayer. " ~ Spurgeon

Spurgeon: ''I will strengthen thee''

'05 theme: Compassion ...

Each year I create a theme. It is an invitation to invite the Almighty to touch my life in His Unique Way. I choose Compassion for 2005. I wanted to see what I could learn and what I needed for my journey.

Amazing how God works earthly events into His Lesson Plans. The Tsunami, the Shivo case and death, Pope John Paul's death, London Bombings, Hurricane Katrina & Rita, the Pakastain Earthquake, Central America floodings, Hotel Terror in Jordon, Indiana's Colts Coach Tony Dungy loss of his son, and the continued battle for a new Iraq filled my heart with hands reaching out.

With such lost I began to realize that Compassion is the stuff of Life.
1) Compassion is a positive action.
2) Compassion is something I can control.
3) Compassion is a seed the Master Gardener planted in us.
4) Compassion is an aroma.
5) Compassion is a believer's signature.

''As God's chosen people, holy & Dearly Loved, clothe yourself w/ compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, & patience.''
col 3:12
With such huge loss of life a few individual deaths have come forward. Shivo case and Pope John Paul are so universal I will let them speak for the rest of the individual deaths. In the Shivo case we have learned that her coma most likely came from her eating disorder. We didn't know her then only when her parents wanted to keep her alive and her husband wanted her to die. Where is our respect for Life? She was alive. I have worked with severe needs kids. Are we to put all to death if they need help to eat? Pope John Paul had many health problems yet he fought to live out his life with dignity. I know our lives are hard and complicated. But when I see someone work out their journey with softness and fight, I smell a sweet aroma! My heart melts. So what about a little Compassion? What about a bit of Goodness and Mercy?

love a quote: '05 thoughts

my personal journey '05 ...

This was not a banner year. I lost two things that I thought was God-Given and God-Honoring. One was a dear friendship and one was an issue. I lost both about the same time and found that my voice was being threaten. If someone could see past the skin that holds me together, they would have seen hot flames.

I am 'Joyful one' and there was no way I was going to give up my Joy. So I turned to blogging. I needed someone to listen and I needed to organize my many wild thoughts. Through writing I could explore my thoughts and also honor the amazing journey I have.

My longing for my Eternal Home has ignited. My home here doesn't hold me like it use too. A lot of my wishes haven't come true and in fact have been taken from me. I have been more alone this year and yet have felt the Eternal Presence of the Almighty so acutely.

Really this year has been conflicted: I lost a close kinship but I won with my closeness to God. No one listens to me but I have found more of my voice. I lost my love of state but I have gained more longing for my Eternal Home. I lost my way but Lovely found me and who journeys with me. I lost ground but refound Strength.

Honestly, I cannot tell you in words my feelings for this year.... I guess I hope you see a girl who is joyful and thoughtful ... a girl who is still tenacious even though many storms have raged at her... I hope you see a glow of the Treasure this girl holds dear. I hope that you see a girl who is held by Perfect Peace ...

few firsts for me in 2005

1) I watched all three Lord of the Rings movies back in May and enjoyed it greatly. I am not a science fiction fan and I need to ask questions if I needed to so I wouldn't give up the movies. I happenchance {sure God sent him} upon a guy who loaned me his movies and answered my questions. He also encouraged me to read Tolkien.

2) I read the 'Hobbit' {by Tokien and should be read before Lord of the Rings}. Again I am not into science fiction but this was an easy read. I hope that Peter Jackson can make this movie so day very soon!

3) I am reading the Lord of the Rings all three / six books. I had too!! I found a kinship with Sam. I eat up every bit I can read on Sam. Guess it is because this movie and book came to me at the time I felt jaded by a Frodo.

4) I found a way to release my voice through the my best way of expression, writing. I began to blog in June!

5) I decided to try the chiropracter for my chronic headaches and tight shoulder and neck muscles. I would have never stepped foot inside one of those places, but when you want to make a change and no one esle will listen, you go where there is an alive energy. I have just begun so maybe I will have an update later.

few of my fav: few firsts for me in 2004

few firsts in 2004 ...

1) He rang me! and we would talk for up to 4 to 6 hours at a time. It was like finding a safe place in another. It was true kinship!

2) I sold some of my paintings! I never thought I would want to paint full time because it could become common place and boring. I never thought anyone would want to pay for my pieces. The church bizarre was a bust so I took my piece to work and sold quite a bit!

3) I knit loom! Sorry, I don't know the proper way to call it. When my grandmother was alive and able to teach me, I did not have the desire to knit or even crochet. Funny how age takes you back to creative history and now you want to be able to knit your own scarfs or blankets. I thought I could teach myself to knit, wrong! The directions are in a foreign language! Then comes to making sure each loop is even. Butterfingers!!!! All the rage this year was the four plastic looms and the crazy fun fur. With my gift card and coupon I embarked on teaching myself to knit loom. The instructions that came with it left the loops way to big. I went in search of instructions on the web and found a whole new world that wasn't so new! I am happy making scarfs and hope to make other things. {painting and writing are still my first choice of creativity ... knitting will just be yoga}

few of my fav: monthly thoughts 2005

monthly thoughts for 2005 ...

Jan: "Don't Waste Beauty"
Feb: "You become what you BELIEVE"
Mar: "Happy, Healthy, Flight" = legacy
Apr: "No passion = certain death"~ k
May: "What you focus on expands"
Jun: "Live in simple pleasure"
Jul: "Cream rises to the top" (to see beyond the surface)
Aug: "You cannot be cured of a passion; It feels to be too contagious!"
Sep: "Never give a sword to a man who can't dance!" _{~ celtic proverb}
Oct: "Let not our longing slay the appetite of our living" _{~ Jim Elliot}
Nov: "Joy completes me" _{~ k}
Dec: "Validation is the best gift to give." _{~ k}

few of my fav: monthly thoughts 2004

monthly thoughts from 2004 ...

Jan: ''Movement is Medicine''
Feb: ''Daydreaming = #1 best mental exercise''
Mar: ''Love BEARS all things.'' I Cor 13
Apr: ''Dwell in Possibility''
May: ''Live your Poem''
Jun: ''You are what you Love''
Jul: ''Live the Life you Imagined''
Aug: ''Master Passions = Faith, Hope, Love, & Joy"
Sep: ''Everyone has a signature''
Oct: ''Amazing what you can endure w/ a purpose''
Nov: ''Depression is living in the past. Anxiety is living in the future. Live in Balance - Live in the Moment.'' ~ keith urban's spiritual friend
Dec: ''beautiful lips owns a beautiful heart'' ~ k

few of my fav: movies of 2005

few of my fav movies of 2005...

Sideways
Fever Pitch
Hitch
Bewitched
Just Like Heaven
Dreamer
Walk the Line

few of my fav: books of 2005

self vs spirit ...

. : self : . ''He isn't choosing me! Shouldn't I just take care of myself and move on? Don't waste Beauty, right?''
... yes, but ... . : spirit : . ''He doesn't really know trust or validation from his core relaitionships. You know that from his insular tendencies. Shouldn't you continue your friendship with him? Show him trust and value? Didn't he himself say that he would know trust if someone would be able to survive and come back to enjoy him?''
... ok, but .... : self : . ''Doesn't he need to be part of the equaltion? How will he know trust and validation if he disappears? How will he know the victories of the good times and bad times with another? Must he do life all alone? If you aren't in the woods to hear the tree fall, how do you know it makes a sound?''
... yes, but... . : spirit : . ''Doesn't the Word say that if you are controlled by the Holy Spirit the fruit will result in patience, faithfulness, gentleness, humility, and self-control? The very things he needs right now. Don't you pride yourself in your tenacity?''
... oh, grr ... . : self : . ''Yes, I am very tenacious, but I am also very tired and weak. I hear conflicting messages. From the womanly side of things it is just bad energy to pine away for someone who doesn't have enough respect to keep you in their top 10%. From the spirit side I get that is about the Kingdom. It is not his journey alone. It is my journey as well. I have made investments. I have dwelt in the possibilities. I support his dreams and his purpose. What about the book? Don't I need to live out my dreams and my purpose? If I get sucked into his void, I stall out on my own life. I know that isn't right.''
... yes ... . : spirit : . ''True, you do need to honor your journey. Can you honor both journeys? Isn't there a balance in that? If you are asked to walk alone, can you find a soft place in your heart and let that glow always?''
... oh, you ... . : self : . ''It is very difficult to keep the balance because I can't feel him anymore ... it is like when a small child forgets what their dead mother used to look like..... All I have is my conversations with God. Shouldn't he get his life in balance every moment of every day instead of getting so out of alignment that he disappears for ages? I think it is wrong to shut out supportive people or maybe I am too hurtful for him to keep in his life.... I keep surrendering ... and I promise to always keep Perfect Peace about me. I do have such a Treasure in this clay pot. I will let it glow .... but ... If Heaven wasn't Heaven, I would really beat him up when I see him on the other side .....''
... now now ... . : spirit : . ''I know you would but you would probably melt even before you would reach him .... aren't your spirits are too connected .... don't you think when he sees you beyond the Golden Gate that all the scales over his eyes will fall and he will see you as you hoped and as God intended ... no more internal suffering?''
... don't know anymore ... . : self : . "My assurance came from feeling God's Presence when it came to my relationship with this man. I would act on that impulse. I gave from the Spirit. I supported from the Spirit. I am soooo conflicted I haven't a clue ... Wasn't God speaking? Wasn't there something Eternal in our connection?''
... hmmm, ... . : spirit : . "Whatever is good ... whatever is spiritually healthy ... whatever gives wings to dreams and your purpose .... Who is the Almighty Storehouse? Doesn't He overflow you what you need if you but ask? Test Him on this. Keep your assurance on the Rock. Then we shall see what the meeting will be like in Heaven!''

few of my fav books read in 2005

1) 'The Hobbit' & 'The Lord of the Rings Tril.' by Tolkien

2) 'Captivating' by John & Stasi Eldridge
{companion book to 'Wild at Heart'}

3) 'The Wedding' by Nicholas Sparks 1st entry & 2nd entry

4) 'The Barbarian Way' by Erwin Raphael McManus
{combining with 'Captivating' I have new fire for my dreams and life purpose}

few of my fav: tunes of 2005

impact of a life...

Tony Dungy statement to media (Courtesy of Colts media relations)

(Dec. 27, 2005) -- Indiana Colts head coach Tony Dungy briefly addressed the media following services in Lutz, Fla., honoring his son, James Dungy:

"I'll start out by saying, 'Thank You,' for the love, the prayers and the support that we've received from the people of Tampa, the people of Indianapolis and the people all over the country. They've been very, very great and gracious to us in a time of grief for our family.

"We loved our son very much. He loved us. And we miss him terribly. But we also understand that we have some tremendous promises from God. God promises to be with us. He's with us in the great times. He's with us in the tough times. Our family will stand strong. The strength that we have in the Lord will allow us to get through this just as we get through times of victory.

"Our grief is great, but from our family, we just say, 'Thank You.' We just say, 'Thank You,' to everyone. We appreciate everybody who has touched his life, everybody who has been part of him growing up. James -- he was a good young man with a compassionate heart and we were glad to have him for 18 years.

"We're also glad that he accepted Christ as his savior so that God has him now for the rest of eternity. Thank You."

* * * * * * * * * * * *(more words from Tony Dungy)
"Parents hug your kids every chance you get," he said. "Tell them you love them every chance you get because you don't know when it's going to be the last time."

"As he got a little older, like all teenagers, he was searching for who that person was inside of him. Who he was going to be. ... And like most of us, I think he went through a time as a teenager that he wasn't sure his parents always had the best advice. He wasn't sure that we always had his best interest at heart," the coach said.

"My daughter Tiara said it best the other day. She said: 'I just wish he could have made it until he was 20. Because when you're 17 or 18, sometimes the things you guys say to us don't always make sense. ... When I got to 20, they started making sense again."' (Tiara, the eldest of Dungy's five children, is 21)

He also cautioned parents against taking their children for granted. He recalled Thanksgiving, which was the last time he saw his son, as the teen rushed off to the airport.

"I said, 'I'll see you later.' I didn't get to hug him. I knew I'd see him again pretty soon, so it didn't really bother me very much," Dungy said.

"We talked on the phone a lot the last few days. We're always talking about what was going to happen. The last few days he was saying - as the guys on the team know he would - he was saying: 'Dad, we're going to the Super Bowl, and when we do, will I be on the field?"'

Dungy nearly broke down again, then finished his thought amid applause.

"And I said: 'Yeah, man. You know the hard part is getting there, but if we do, you know you're going to be on the field.' ... But I never got to hug him again. That's one thing I'll always think about and always remind people to do: Hug 'em every chance you get."

Never take your relationships for granted.

few of my favorite tunes of 2005

'Making Memories of Us' -Keith Urban { wishes }
'God Bless the Broken Road' & 'Skin' -Rascal Flatts
'Long Slow Kisses' -Jeff Bates
'Hot Tub Song' -Phil Vasser
'Lonely No More' -Rob Thomas
'She will be Loved' -Maroon 5
'Imcomplete' -BSB
'Your the Best I've Ever Had' -Gary Allen,
'Your Like Coming Home' -Lonestar,
'If She was any Other Woman' -Buddy Jewel
'Getting Use to the Pain' -Tracy Lawrence
'Come a Little Closer' -Dirks Bentley
'BIG DREAMS' -Ryan Schoop & the rubberband
'Must Be Doing Something Right' - Billy Curlington
'Boondocks' - Little Big Town
'Nobody but Me' - Blake Shelton
'the Dollar' -Jamie Johnson
'Jesus Take the Wheel' - Carrie Underwood { my surrender }
'What Hurts the Most' - Rascal Flatts { my life now }

few of my fav things: about him

my touch in training ...

Dearest Great Shepherd,
Sometimes my journey is hard and scary. Like back in 2003 I knew this hardship was for my good. I had found Joy as my Strength. My new found excitement for You has blossomed into more and more joy and love.

Sometimes my journey is confusing and irratating. Like now I have no clue how my struggle is shaping into something good. My beliefs are becoming like concrete. I know down deep in my soul that how I am feeling about the other person is very real and very significant. I know I hear Your Voice yet I struggle because I feel this truth in You but in the wrong according to the other person's experiences and journey......

Thank You for the words of Spurgeon to get me to see beyond the earthly surface into something more Kingdom....
~ always seeking

In the day of trial. Heb 3:8

When you wonder why you are being severly tested, remember the reason does not lie so much with you but with those to whom God will make you useful. You are being led along a rough road. You are being tested and instructed in order to help those whom you will find in some of earth's dark regions.

You are being trained as a hardy mountaineer to climb after the Lord's sheep who are lost in the wild, craggy places. You are being taught to find your way through through the country of depression and despair in order to help lost pilgrims find their way to the Celestrial City. They frequently fall into the marshy places of fear and doubt, and you will know how to bring them out, set their feet on the Rock, and once again establish their goings. {.wow.!!!} The effect of one life on another can hardly be fully known. { amen! } Even when we are able to look back on the completed life, we rarely know how much it has been twisted by other lives. Certainly, until this life is complete, we will never know how much our present suffering has to do to with our usefulness to others. We will never understand how being prepared here, there, and in a thousand other places has helped a fellow pilgrim. fr: "Besides Still Waters" by Spurgeon

Sounds like 'It's a Wonderful Life'!!!!

Spurgeon: my daily strength

... He comes

When you have prepared Him room and have invited Him, He comes.

Last night I came to Him with all my gratitudes, thankful for family, home, passions, and work. I also came with burdens, a broken heart, broken hopes, & broken expectations. I have prayer requests that I have prayed hard in sweat of belief where no word has come. So I laid it all there on Him.

Through it I recounted all the Words and hymns, He whispered to me through this year. As I tucked into bed, I wondered what Christmas morning would bring.

Rain was heard on the rooftop when my eyes opened. The sunrise showed up in my heart instead of the horizen. I felt peace and a resolve. I am choosing to keep it close. The Almighty soothed my restless heart and made a perfect peace wash over my mind, heart, and soul.

"I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds."
John 12:24

"the path of the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, shinging ever brighter till the full light of day." pro 4:18

Dear Mighty King,
I surrender from my gruby hands my sweaty kernels to you. I look for the first gleam of dawn, Your Kiss... Your Awakening. I smile full in Your Perfect Peace.
~ always your restless girl

prepare Him room

Christ's eyes... How they twinkle!
Christ's Spirit... How merry!
Christ's love... How enormous!
All our burdens... He'll carry!

prepare Him room ...

It is His birthday. Even though He is my Treasure already Indwelling, I am inviting Him to an intimate time together. Sure some very human elements like candles and Christmas Tree lights will decorate my home and some Wassail and blankets to make it feel comfy. I am going to Bedford Falls to revisit a milestone and theme of my life. With His Living Words that have touched me through out this year as well as some old hymns that came to life, I will begin my communion with the Almighty. Even with such Joy for my strength, my heart is sad. He alone can wipe my tears away. He alone chose me and I chose Him right back. I invite His Peace on this Holy Night.

pupinator kisses... 'bestest' gift for the blues

After reading Clare's Christmas miracle on eatstuff, I had to share my two fabulous pupinators! I had a terrible day this past week and my mother had invited me over for supper. As I was nearing their home, a brand new sad sad country tune played. It pained me as the words echoed my broken heart. I finally dragged myself into their house.

My pupinators, Bobby and Andy, go biserk everytime I arrive. We have developed a ritual of them getting cookies then me getting on the floor to receive their tackle hugs and kisses. That night they hung onto me most extra long. And though out the night they stuck like glue. They are the most precious boys in my life. God made them love unconditional. Thank Awesome Creator! You have made me soooo rich!

moment captured: the christmas swan

wonderfully rich ...

"You had the greatest gift of all conferred upon you - the gift of life, of being a part of this world & taking apart in it. Yet, you denied that gift."
'The Greatest Gift' written by Philip Van Doren Stern - first a card and then the inspiration of the movie, 'It's a Wonderful Life'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[George has discovered his brother Harry's tombstone]
Clarence: [explaining] Your brother, Harry Bailey, broke through the ice and was drowned at the age of nine.
George Bailey: That's a lie! Harry Bailey went to war - he got the Congressional Medal of Honor, he saved the lives of every man on that transport.
Clarence: Every man on that transport died! Harry wasn't there to save them, because you weren't there to save Harry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Clarence: Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Clarence: You've been given a great gift, George: A chance to see what the world would be like without you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Clarence: You see George, you've really had a wonderful life. Don't you see what a mistake it would be to just throw it away?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Clarence: Remember, George: no man is a failure who has friends.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Harry Bailey: A toast to my big brother George: The richest man in town.
above quotes from "It's a Wonderful Life"

Indeed you are the richest man in town!!!

life abundant ... the greatest gift ...

December arrived on her first year at her college campus. The winter chill was in the air and like always felt a bit alone in her little world. The activity set for Friday night was the showing of 'It's a Wonderful Life'. She never saw the movie and decided she really wanted to see it.

Everyone else had plans either to go home or out or go to the movie with their boyfriend. With a brisk determined walk she slipped into one of the rows. She was very still as to not disturb anyone or bring notice to her. Finally the lights went out and the story of a lifetime unfolded. Tears pooled and trickled down her face. She pulled her coat closer around her. She was a George Bailey and there in the darkness God brought this story to show her she did indeed have a 'Wonderful Life'.

The lights came on and she hurried back to her room. Not wanting to share this most intimate moment with her roommate, she turned out the lights and went to bed. Under the covers she poured out her heart to her God and God cradled her to sleep. This was the beginning of her journey as a young woman. He knew her journey ahead would be a lonely one and could be very trying. This movie was to carry her through those tough times and bring her to some pretty amazing adventures.

Today on her wall hangs the sign 'It's a Wonderful Life'. She is always reminded and often her prayers and thanksgivings are filled with Joy as she takes stock of her rich life. This is her life theme.

This Christmas there is an ache in her heart. Four years ago she met a George Bailey. Over these years she discovered how rich this man was. Often when his innermost feelings came out, there was an air of keeping people at bay. Very strange when this man seemed so personable. Both enjoyed discussing movies so she asked him if he had ever seen her favorite movie of all times, 'It's a Wonderful Life.' He had never ever had!!!!

Over this past year again times seemed tough on him. With each passing month the more isolated he became from her. For Father's Day she sent a letter wrapped around her precious video copy of 'It's a Wonderful Life'. Not wanting him to reject for some Christmas feel good story, she explained how the movie touched her life.

She finally replaced her copy and tomorrow night with the glow of candles and the Christmas tree lights she is going to Bedford Falls. Joy will accompany her as an ache burns in her heart for another George ...

my daily strength...

"I will strengthen thee."
- Isaiah 41:10
* * * * * * * * * * * *

God has a Strong Reserve with which to discharge this engagement; for He is able to do all things. Believer, till thou canst drain dry the ocean of Omnipotence, till thou canst break into pieces the towering mountains of Almighty Strength, thou never needest to fear. Think not that the strength of man shall ever be able to overcome the Power of God.

Whilst the earth's huge pillars stand, thou hast enough reason to abide firm in thy Faith. The same God who directs the earth in its orbit, who feeds the burning furnace of the sun, and trims the lamps of heaven, has promised to supply thee with Daily strength. While He is able to uphold the universe, dream not that He will prove unable to fulfil His Own Promises.

Remember what He did in the days of old, in the former generations. Remember how He spake and it was done; how He commanded, and it stood fast. Shall He that created the world grow weary? He hangeth the world upon nothing; shall He who doth this be unable to support His children? Shall He be unfaithful to his word for want of power? Who is it that restrains the tempest? Doth not He ride upon the wings of the wind, and make the clouds His chariots, and hold the ocean in the hollow of His hand? How can He fail thee? When He has put such a faithful promise as this on record, wilt thou for a moment indulge the thought that He has outpromised Himself, and gone beyond His power to fulfil? Ah, no! Thou canst doubt no longer.

O Thou who art my God and my Strength, I can believe that this promise shall be fulfilled, for the boundless reservoir of Thy Grace can never be exhausted, and the overflowing Storehouse of Thy Strength can never be emptied by friends or rifled by enemies. ~Spurgeon

Spurgeon: tried faith

found in my fortune cookie...

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.

hurts the most ...

The soleful tick tock echoed in the chambers of her heart. It was saying the year is closing. Saying goodbye for one last time must be done. No Christmas miracle left under the tinsle tree. Tears haunting her face as a slow shimmer of anger has erupted into a freak show. This man was such a treasure and what she thought was a God-Given gift back then. Now his former self is unrecognizable to her. Shared dreams are like paper to fire. The radio static gives away to a brand new country tune ... confiming what her heart has been saying...

"... what hurts the most was being so close
having so much to say
watching you walk away
never knowing what could have been
not seeing that loving you
that was what I was trying to do..."
~ new tune from rascal flatts "what hurts the most"

the gift of self...

He disappeared from her life citing his insular tendencies when life demanded to much from him. Every single person was banished from his space ... well, except his responsibilities of fatherhood.

Funny thing how time brings out patterns and habits... patterns of disappearance ... habits of shutting down access to him. He said that is how he is. Even when he said someone was insular, she flat out asked him if he wasn't insular. His answer was yes.

Her heart breaks over and over. He was a treasured gift. He choose to take this gift back. He doesn't even allow her to fight for the relationship. He said he wanted someone to survive him. Now how can she? She is just too much for him. Or has he failed himself for not getting his life back where he has balance of each moment of each day so that he never has to go into total insular mode again? Why can't he see how withholding himself is taking away a precious gift?

proudly wearing my holy mud...

Our journey through life is a sacred place. Meaning I cannot put my fingers all over another's journey even when it pains me to see them hurting. This is their 'holy mud'. I only can take off my shoes and respectfully remain on the sidelines. Surrendering all my fight to the Almighty.

However, I am discovering another layer to this learning. I need to stop explaining/defending myself to others as if I have no respect for myself or for my journey. My identity is rooted in God. I do not need to apologize. I have worked hard only to realize Great Victory in the Joy of the Lord that comes when I have surrendered all to the Master.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "While Jesus can wonderfully make you healthy, He has no ambition to make you normal. The healtier you become, the freer you are to simply be yourself. The more your identity is rooted in God's value for you, the less you are controlled and limited by what others think of you." ~tBW

the Christ Child...

Have you ever sat in wonder holding a small baby? Have you ever watch him as he slept? Have you noticed the eyelashes brushing his cheek? Have you wrapped his little hand around your finger? Have you ever just took a deep breath to breathe in the freshness of baby? Have you ever just wished that you could feel as carefree as the baby?

This is peace ... We yearn for it ... It is a basic need of all humans ... To think that God was mindful of wrapping up Perfect Peace in a form of a tiny baby ... Something changes when we are in the presence of a baby ... and something changes when Christmas comes ... we become mindful of our yearnings of peace in our journeys and in our world.... come Christ Child ... come Perfect Peace ... indwell in me... like the softest of snowflakes fluttering down on an inky night...

Christmas...

. . . 'Christ's festival' (old english)

It is the time to feast on all that God hath provided us. It is the time to share from what we have. A time to ponder the wonder of a Mightly God who choose to give us His Son first in the form of a tiny baby...

a word study: noel

the gift i gave...

"What was your favorite gift that you have gave to someone?" God asked His beloved child.

"Last summer when I went to pick up my developed pictures, I was browsing among the card section and found simple book called 'God Thinks You're Wonderful' by Max Lucado with cute illustrations. I thought of my dear friend immediately. I thought what a wonderful way to support him and also a way for him to begin an unique Christmas tradition with his kids. It would encourage him and tell Your Love Story in a unique way to his kids. It was summer .... so I just let this idea simmer away. Early fall came and at my local craft shop I found these white ceramic Christmas ornaments. Perfect for me to paint. I picked up two stockings and one victorian cone ornaments. I began to think up my dear friend's and his children's favorite colors. The girl was easy. On her's I painted rose flowers and ribbon. On the boy's I painted patches ... one with his toe sticking out for his wonderful sence of humor. On my dear friend's I used his love of blue. Each of these ornaments bore their names as these where to symbolize each person. Inside the ornaments I wrote 'loved' this was another layer ... a simple yet layered way to tell each of them that they are vessels loved by You. I packed it up and mailed it to a far away land." She beamed as she told of her special gift. Yet there was a tear...

"Why is there a look of sadness in the depth of your eyes?" God's heart was sad for He already knew.

"Well, I thought he would get it. He always got it before. I had to even ask when the present was opened. I had to explain but it was already lost. I had grand expectations ... I was seeing this a sorce of confidence from You. It seems to have failed." She wept. His Ever-Lasting Arms surrounded her.

"Ahhh, my child. When you give the best of yourself, and they reject you it is pain beyond pain. I know. Remember what else you visioned when you prepared this gift?" His voice was gentle and healing.

"Yes, I do. I remember seeing that this little book would be a light ... a glimmer ... a hope ... possibly a jolt ... to let You Shine Your Glorious Light on his dark days .... to let him know that on the other side of the world was a little girl praying ... uplifting his arms in prayer...." She whispered.

"Yes, little one. Indeed when he is at his lowest ... when he has pushed everyone away ... when he is most isolated ... I whisper ... calling his name .... He will give up all to find My Peace ... You know I have My Name already written upon his heart. I know you wish Joy upon his days. That is My journey for him in time. All you have is your KingdomMail. That is all you can have of him. His loss anyway right? He isn't what you need at this time. I Am." God gently rocked her to sleep.

NOEL ...

. . . 'birthday of the Lord' (latin)

A reminder of the Greatest Gift of all time was given in a form of a baby. God gave His Only Begotten Son ... to dwell among men and if recieved to indwell in the hearts of men... our second chance at a second birth. The best gift to give God is our hearts...

other forms of this name: Noelle, Natalie...
a word study: emmanuel

a Christmas Swan...

For a week a young trumpter swan flaps around but she is stuck on a half frozen lake. All of the other swans have headed to warmer places. Here the winds have had a very frigid bite and snow whips around in white drifts. Too much ice keeps boats away and it is too thin for a human to walk out on to rescue her. So there she is white on white flapping every so often. Makes tears well up in your heart.

Humans asked for help and help came in the form of a 'hovercraft'! The swan has been rescued. Her leg seems to be fine but something seems to be wrong with her back. She is warm now and will be rehibilatated. She has been given a second chance on life. They call her Noelle ...

moment captured: snowstorm

not to occupy ...

I want to thank the Iraqies for coming together and voting. Americans like to dream big and we like to share that with you. We are not there to occupy but to give you the chance to choose a better way of life. I support my President and I support the good soldiers. The sooner you stand together the sooner we can come back to home. We want you to have your land and your freedom back. Take it back by choosing to live peaceably with your Iraqie neighbors.

aRise, Shine ...

A month and a half ago I was given a prayer request wrapped up in fragile faith by a dear friend in a land far away. It was for a family that was in a serious three car accident which had taken a life. Shaun, the father, had an eye injury, face injuries, and head injuries. Amy, the mother, was in the balance of earthly life and eternal life. Joshua, the son, came through without injury.

A darkness hovered over this family's journey. A son whose father is healing and a mother who is fighting for her life did not escape without a bit of emotional injury. A father who may have been driving feeling guilty that he only has injuries that will heal but he could not protect his wife. A mother fighting to live. A darkness thick and misty covers our eyes and we see not. Turbulant storms of why did this happen...

Arise and behold...
The dark room where she lays attached to life saving machines has a faint glow. It is not coming from the light over her bed. Lean closer ... see! This light is coming from her! Draw near ... what do you feel? It is a peace .... 'Arise, Shine Amy, for your Light has come and the Glory of the Lord rises upon you.' Dear Lord, you created Amy. She is a wife and a mother. You created the dreams and the purpose that are tucked inside her heart. I ask for life ... earthly life ... abundant life full and well ... more time to spend here with her husband and child. It is peaceful to know eternal life burns in her soul. May all those that draw near to her even now come away having experienced Your Presence here.

Arise and behold...
He comes and visits her room. His head is bandaged and he takes his wife's hand and looks at her with his one eye. You can see his shoulders tremble. Yet look closer ... A light is coming from him. He is praying and wrestling with his emotions with God. 'Arise, Shine Shaun, for your Light has come and the Glory of the Lord rises upon you.' Dear Lord, you created Shaun. I ask for healing of his eye, his face, and his head. I ask for healing of his heart. He will need lots of strength and You are the Storehouse and Strong Tower. May he reflect Your Light. May all those that come near him experience Your Power and Strength.

Arise and behold...
He is the son a bit timid to see his parents this way. This is his darkness too. Uncertain times lie ahead. His little world is shattered and broken. Look ... see... 'Arise, Shine Joshua, for your Light has come and the Glory of the Lord rises upon you.' Dear Lord, I do not know the ages here. I feel Joshua might be a child or maybe he is a teenager. If he is yours the younger they are the more they have a huge sence of belief. May he be the teacher in faith and belief. I ask for special endurance for him to carry on with his studies. You are a Father. You know how a young child trembles and wants to feel safe. Your Ever-Lasting Arms hold him close. What a perfect picture of peace!

Lord, praying for someone I don't even know has given me fellowship with believers that I will one day meet on that beautiful shore. I 'see' my prayers through Your Word. I might not ever know here on earth what has happened yet this has given me a depth in my prayers.

May the scales fall from the eyes of my dear friend... may he feel the Your Mighty Hand at work here... ... I see the Light and I want others to experience it here..... unseen mysteries are at work ... thank you
~always your little lamb

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"Arise, Shine, for your Light has come & the Glory of the Lord rises upon you. See, darkness covers the earth & thick darkness is over the peoples, but the Lord rises upon you & His Glory appears over you."
isa 60:1-2

what is Christmas?

Christmas is a remembrance & an observence of the Greatest Gift of all time. The Great I Am made a baby to give us all that He is. All we have to do is except this Great Gift. When we do so it is a miracle all over again.

Christmas is Life-Everlasting, Life-Filling, & Life-Changing.

Christmas is Emmanual with us ... indwelling ... a Light fully Glory in the fragile tattered human heart.

Christmas is what ... "we have ... this Treasure in jars of clay to show that this All-Surpassing Power is from God & not from us." II cor 4:7

Christmas is sharing what we have not wanting what we don't have.

Heavenly Father,
I have given them the Glory that You gave Me, that they may be one as We are One: I in them and You in Me. May they be brought to complete unity to let the world know that You sent Me and have loved them even as You have loved Me.
~always You Beloved Son, Jesus john 17:22-23

/ II cor 4:7/ butterflies / john17:22-23 /

Emmanuel...

... God with us, revealed in us

The virgin will be with child & give birth to a son & they will call Him Immanuel which means 'God with us'.
matt 1:2-3

surrender...

All to Jesus, I surrender;
All to Him I freely give;
I will ever love and trust Him,
In His presence daily live.

All to Jesus I surrender;
Humbly at His feet I bow,
Worldly pleasures all forsaken;
Take me, Jesus, take me now.

All to Jesus, I surrender;
Make me, Savior, wholly Thine;
Let me feel the Holy Spirit,
Truly know that Thou art mine.

All to Jesus, I surrender;
Lord, I give myself to Thee;
Fill me with Thy love and power;
Let Thy blessing fall on me.

All to Jesus I surrender;
Now I feel the sacred flame.
O the joy of full salvation!
Glory, glory, to His Name!

refrain:
I surrender all, I surrender all,
All to Thee, my blessèd Savior,
I surrender all.

few of my favorite things about him...

1) the 3rd floor sanctuary...
....... The question was posed and we began to mesh together what our dream homes should have. I loved his answer so much this is my top favorite memory I visit often. He felt the home should have all the nice things to foster warm family times. However, he wanted a third floor that was excluded from the rest the home. This would be the perfect place to hide away the master bath and bedroom. A simple big dream that took me away .... brilliant!

2) " n...nip" ...
....... He couldn't sleep and decided to call. With such a time difference it was a gamble that I would be home. He seemed very playfully soft. No deep talks required. The topic happened to be herbs and I had asked if he knew what catnip was. He didn't and he was amazed at the euphoria drug effect it had on cats. Then he said simply I was his catnip...

3) letter writing...
....... Ronald Reagan had died and I was admiring the relationship between Mrs. Reagan and Mr. Reagan. I loved how he wrote letters to her in his handwriting all the years that he could. It was brilliant to me. He said he knew of a couple who met via letter writing. They finally met each other in person and their love continued. I have read stories of guys living here in frontier America writing and falling in love with their future wives. This amazes me. I know its truth... I sent him a million or so letters {wink} and I have two of his .... plus all of his emails ...

4) rice cooker...
....... I made mention about how much a pain it is to cook rice over the stove. He told of his rice cooker and all the meals he makes with his. I got myself a baby rice cooker and he talked me through my first rice cooker experience. With each use it is true the rice doesn't stick any more to the bottom...

5) Australian National Geographic...
....... The first surprise was australian wool socks which I so love in my frigid winters and my feet are thankful. The next little but huge surprise was the subscription of these magazines. I love to learn and I have eaten these mags up...

6) the Butterfly Effect...
....... He said you know that the Bible was written front to back by the same Bloke because He repeats His story all the way through the pages just like the butterfly wings. The same design on one wing is the same reflection found on the other wing. We would share our Butterfly discoveries together ...

7) his soul...
....... When I first met him I knew that he was a believer just by his over all voice. The next time I asked and he said yes he was. Our faiths matched and he inspired me ... and I found myself falling deeper in love with God... I hope I had done the same for him.
/ fr: 2004 /

Dearest King,
I surrender him to Your Ever-Lasting Arms. I am too weak. My endurance has wained. He was such a gift and a treasure. I thank You. Now he has taken his presence from me. All of him I surrender. All to Thee, my Blessed Savior, I surrender all.
~ your little girl

few of my fav things: natural ways to rid of fleas

snowstorm!!!

The forcast made a 100% promise of snow to start late in the afternoon. It was like flip of a switch and the fury of baby powder snow covered everything it touched. In a matter of minutes it turned into 3 inches of snow and still was coming down. I had choosen to take the back country roads where my jeep would have more control. I took it slow and prayed ....

As I enjoy the beautiful snowscape safe inside my cozy home, I am thankful for Beauty and Safety ..... The snowstorm took a life tonight ... I pray for those left behind .. that they find Assurance and Home in Your Everlasting Arms....

moments captured: snowglobe

disappointment ...

"Mom, have guys disappointed you?" her daughter asked.

"Honestly... Yes, they have disappointed me." The mother had a distant look come over her eyes.

"Could you tell me your disappointments?" came the soft reply.

"Oh ... yes, I would love to share..... My first disappointment came from a younger and shorter highschool guy who at least had the strength to ask me out. I had to reject him because he just wasn't spiritually strong enough. After coming back from college I happen to run into him. I just felt kinda sad. He still seemed to have this lost look." Looking back over her journey this young man at least had choosen her. No, she would never had changed her decision .....

"My next disappointment came from a young man at church. He kept looking at me like he really wanted to say something to me. I had gotten all kinds of flack from my family for being so cold to this young man. But in my small quiet way I tried the best I knew at the time to at least try to be close to him ... Then he marries and I still felt his eyes on me. Not the distrubing kind of look ... just that he wanted to say something but never could." No, he would never be strong enough to handle her if he couldn't even talk to her. It is a man's job to prove his metal ... He must ride and capture his lady's heart or he isn't worth it.

"Then came the years of great disappointment. It was as though I was invisible. I had entered a void." She had spent many years fixing and changing herself with no progress. Eating up every detail on how to be a good wife ... to make a great marriage..... Self-help addict with no returns.....

"What is a really sad disappointment is men who have made commitments to another woman and feel that they can play with my emotions and my life. Some know it is wrong and yet they cannot seem to behave. Others just do not care." Anger twirled with sadness surged through her. Yet, this only made her stronger ....

"My child, my biggest Joy came from a Man who choose me. He called me Beautiful. He is the Almighty God and He will never disappoint you." A satisfied smile came over her face.

"But Mom, what about Dad? Did he disappoint you?" The innocent question was really a probe into the deep. Her daughter was searching...

"Ahhh, Dad.... did he disappoint? Well, he is human and he did break my heart. Many times I have wanted to shake him up a bit. I would always run straight the to Heavenly Father. We would talk it out. I love your Dad like crazy and even when I was in a mist and couldn't see, I knew my Heavenly Father was my Strong Tower. Now I can see how the dots connected." Oh, how she remembered many nights when she wailed out her pain and paced the floor wishing for more ... Oh, how God reminded her that He was all she needed....

"Mom, did you ever think of walking out on Dad?" She had her mother talking now there was no way she was going to let up. She always felt her parents marriage was strong .... and she was curious to how they made it ....

"Yes, it was in the very beginning. He didn't believe marriage was going to be kind to him. He had been burned. He would never admit it then ... but I knew that marriage could heal ... only if it was a true reflection of God. I felt in the heart that I was his match and he was mine. He would come and go.... then he disappeared .... I am a strong believer that I could not pursue. I cried and I had a fit ... but I told God he was his .... I couldn't believe I had it wrong this time .... but then again I never had a good record. I let go. It was ... a lonely goodbye ... " Tears pooled in her eyes. She thought he would never come back .... let alone realize that he lost a real love. God held her close to His beating Heart ... He had a lot of work to do .....

mommy bear: real vs fake

real vs fake

"Mom, how do you know if a guy is real in what he is saying or if he is just ... wellll ... uh .. just wanting to get in your pants?" her daughter blurted out with a blush in her cheek for being so blantent to her poor mother.

"No easy questions are there?! I have to be very honest with you.... I do not totally understand what goes on in a man's brain. I have gotten confusing signals. You have to understand what reality is and what fake is. " The mother paused to collect her thoughts and experiences.

"Try questions as a way to figure out what is going to work for you and do not settle for anything less. Questions like: Is he going to fight for your beauty and honor? Is he going to marry you? Is he willing to make his home with you? Is he going to come home to you every night? Is he going to share himself with you? Is he going to flee cheating ways because of his respect and love for you? Is he honoring your beauty inside and out? Is he keeping your beauty clean from defilement of abuse whether it is sexual, verbal, or abandment? Is he strong enough for you? Is he willing to act on your behalf? Do you have to ask for attention or does he freely give you attention? Is he choosing you or did you snag him?" Looking deep into her daughter's eyes, she ached to make this easy but knew hearts break and they grow back stronger. She silently whispered a prayer of protection and safety...

"My hardest part was realizing that some men have a woman that he made a commitment to yet think they can have other women. Some know it is wrong and try to correct it and yet continue ... " The mother relived a couple of experiences and grew sad for the men that failed ....

"Just walk tall and know what you really want for your life journey and do not settle for less. Remember to always look into God's eyes. Marriage is a picture of God... His Warrior side and His Beauty side.... He is Real never a fake. A true marriage should always reflect God's Image" the mother hugged her daughter and sighed.

Love is a hard journey especially on a woman's heart. She is so relational and sees things that men cannot ....

mommy bear: a person needs

the Word ...

"In the beginning was the Word, & the Word was with God, & the Word was God. He {Jesus} was with God in the beginning. Through Him all things were made, without Him nothing was made ... In Him was Life, & that Life was the Light {Jesus} of men. The Light shines in the darkness, but the darknes has not understood it."
john 1:1-3

"the Word became Flesh & made His Dwelling among us."
john 1:14

"heaven & earth will pass away, but MY Words will never pass away.
Be careful or your hearts will be weighed down with dissipation, drunkness, & the anxiesties of life, & that day will close on you like a trap..."
luke 21:33-34

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She holds her candle close to her heart, hands, & face in efforts to keep warm. Darkness swirls and surrounds her like hungry wild winds ripping and fraying her resolve. Her feet are heavy with the quicksand mud of words untrue and hollow.

His Words echoes a continued beat in her mind. A mystic rhythm flows through out her heart, soul, and feet. His Word, His Light shines upon her and the Way.

In the beginning was Light. In the end was Light. Today Indwelling in her heart is Light. This Light remains and endures. This darkness passes away. Earthly words passes away. No traps in Light.

The Expectant One, full of Mystery and of Light is Ever True and Full ... peaking and satisfying her hunger.

My dear little one! Let not your heart be troubled. I will never leave you nor forsake you ... never ever! {john 14:1/heb13:5}

seasons of marriage...

With each passing season you can go into any store and look into any magazine and see the celebration of the senses. Certain colors, smells, sights, touch, sounds, tastes, and even activities are designated for each. We feel the new energy and get excited with each new season even as we have our favorite one. However, whenever the physiologists get a hold of marriage and describe the passage of time as seasons, they make fall and winter months so barren and hopeless. It is just what happens they say, but I say no not in that way.

Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter are passages of time that collect a year. It is a cycle of growth not of death. Each season is needed for the fullness and richness of life.

Lets take grapes for an example...
In springtime the earth awakes. The ground takes in the nutrients of the suns and the rains. The main grapevine start to push up the sap into the shoots. These shoots reach upwards to grab the fence and intertwine themselves forever growing outwards. From these brown shoots pops green leaves and blossoms. Everything is new and fresh. There is an excited energy.

In springtime a relationship or marriage is all things new. The girl is giddy and all smiles. The boy is bending over backwards for great impressions. There is just something exciting about all the firsts like hand holding and kissing. You feel like you are on top of the world and that nothing can break your heart. Everything is new and fresh. There is an excited energy. This is new love.

In summertime the bees have worked their pollen and the blossoms bloom and leave room for hard green gems. Warm sunshine and rains provide substance. Sap and nutrients pump through the vines allowing these new grapes to develop sugar as they ripen growing sweeter and sweeter. There is a growing energy.

In summertime a relationship or marriage is all things growth. The new couple reach out for each other. They find ways to connect their lives to each other. They learn each other favorites and dislikes. They know what each other is good at and know how they compliment each other allowing their relationship to ripen and grow sweeter. There is a growing energy. This is hot love.

In autumn the grapes have reached their fullest and sweetest flavor. They are hanging heavy on the vine. These lush grapes are begging to be harvested. Plucked and hauled off for the vats to be squashed into wine is the destiny of the grape - shelved in storehouses preparing for the winter months. There is a thanksgiving energy.

In autumn a relationship or marriage is all things harvest. The enduring couple have weathered good times and bad times. In the pressing times they know their resiliency. They have found safe harbor in each other arms. They are full in a blended flavor. There is a thanksgiving energy. This is ripe love.

In winter the storehouse is full of good and aged wines. The table is set. The goblets shined and waiting for the purple liquid to be poured. Good company and sharing of life are toasted. There is a hearth energy.

In winter the relationship or marriage is all things shared. The aged couple welcome and share together and with others of their rich relationship. It is time to enjoy and cherish each other. Reminiscing the years and experiences they had together and toasting a marriage will lived and enjoyed. There is a hearth energy. This is old love.

With seasons they come and they go to come back around again even in a relationship or a marriage. To have the honor and privilege to experience new love, hot love, ripe love, and old love all swirled together ... mmmm, best wine!

the flea list...

I have had pets all my life and have never had problems with fleas until a month ago. My pupinators have sensitive skin and trying to rid them has been an issue. I like natural ways of getting rid of this pest.

1) If I had my way, I would be growing tobacco for lawn use! Yup, that is a tip. Tobacco was used to get rid of insects. I think it would be cheaper than washing the lawn in beer! No, I didn't do it but my grandma has and she has nice grass!

2) Ok, back to more helpful natural ways to rid yourself of 'them' pesky fleas. Have your dog eat yeast or garlic. Yeast? Oh my, their little buddha bellys would be big buddha bellys! Hmmm, next!

3) Garlic ... ok sounds good but isn't that in the same family as onions? Onions can kill a dog. Use citrus oil on your dog's coat. {another reason to grow a lemon tree indoors!} I could do that but not on their underside where my one pupinators has hot spots in his leg pits.

4) Use Eucalyptus. I went to the craft store but the eucalyptus is dyed. Oh grrr, where am I going to find natural eucalyptus here ... I do not live in OZ. {Hmm, wonder if I could grow a gum tree indoors along with a lemon tree?}

5)Last tip is cedar chips. I have this crazy idea to use zip up pillow cases and use cedar chips used for genia pig bedding. The local target does not sell it anymore! However, the new pet shop has it. Guess what? There on the package was written that it is a natural way to get rid of fleas and said how often to change it when using for dogs! My, my, my!

6) Soapy bath drowns the fleas. Sorry boys! I gotta!

7) Vinegar is always my best solution for cleanliness. Washing out their bed and washing their bedding in vinegar is a must.

I know I have strayed from my usual posts but my pupinators are apart of my joyful journey.

a person needs...

"Mom, what does a person need for life?" she said. The paper was due next week and she saved asking her Mom for last. She is pretty sure of her answer...

"What does a person need for life? What a wild question and I am driving! Asking that kind of question could cause a wreak!" Her mother giggled like she was a carefree young girl.

"I am pretty sure what your answer will be ...," the daughter said with a twinkle.

"Oh, you do? Well, you should .. I have tried to nurture you into a beautiful woman. {sigh} A person needs manners. I am surprised we still have ears for the lack using one's listening skills or hearts for that matter with all the knives in the backs! One needs to be aware of other's dreams. This world is too fragile to be stomping and stampeding over others. One needs to behave well. It tells of your character and of your faith. One needs to have empathy and compassion in action. Let your tears guide you to make this world better. One needs God .... who else knows us better than our Creator. He tucked our dreams in our hearts and He set us a purpose to fulfill here on earth for His Kingdom."

anatomy of a discussion...

A discussion is not proving your opinion is any better than someone else's opinion! How rude and inconsiderate! If I wanted to be baited and antagonized, I would seek acupuncture with knitting needles!

The purest kind of discussion is to listen to someone's experience and life picture as well as sharing your own. It is seeing where there is Light for your journey ahead.

One should never feel cornered, made a target, or experience a double standard. If it is not working for you, you have every right to remove the target off your back.

what it is not:
-negativity -complaining -name calling -conflict & chaos

what it is for:
*positive *Light *complimenting *creativity

my Dearest Strong Tower,
You created a deep well in me. I strive on meaningful conversation. I do enjoy healthy playfulness. It seems to cause others to laugh at me. I now understand more completely how what you say is no longer in your control...

I have removed myself from being their target yet now I have to put up with their catty talk now as my office is not my own. Bring the boss home soon!

I am taking a closer look at my own stumbling talk to make sure I live up to a more pure discussion.

Safety is being at Home in You. I often wonder at the womanly changes in her moods and I am begining to realize that maybe they are there to protect her when her inner beauty is being abused. It is protecting your home and insuring your safety nets.....

Thank You for allowing me to experience a pure discussion with a good friend last year. He knew how to discuss and protect. May I get to experience it again =) and may my words know how to protect ... Thank You for being my Shield and Defender!
~always your trembling sheep

snowglobe!!!

A promise of snow came this morning in soft little snowflakes but in the matter of minutes it became a snowglobe. This is the best kind of snow and with no shaking required!!! Wrapping up in your best winter coat with a fun sharf and mittens, you take a walk in this winter wonderland. Leaving your footprints of your little journey behind and wearing the little delicate made perfect snowflakes, you feel a joyful celebration begin in the depths of your soul. Who would have thought winter would give you the truest meaning of warmth. happy december!

moments captured: winter rainbow