Humming... "O Holy Night" with a bunch of beautiful Pearls.

thankful for laughter... it's contagious!

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It's hard to be as mad as a hornet while listening to this baby!

xoxo

anticipation

341). first breakfast alone w/ my mother-in-law after married to her son for 10 years
342). taking Marie to her eye appointment
343). friends being free to openly ask for prayer
344). God opening a crack in the window letting His light shine on my future
345). thanking Him ahead of time for what He's about to do
346). Faith that if it's not what He wants He has something better in mind

Satan is sneaky

A weight was taken off my chest and I'm relieved...

I finally realized why I am having so much trouble with my Scripture memory verses. It's because as I try to remember them I get overwhelmed starting with the verses I memorized last time and I can't remember them let alone the new ones. I get discouraged so I give up. A thought came to me this morning (or a gift from The Holy Spirit). Do I really expect to memorize the entire Bible by the end of my life if I were to live long enough? Or even add 24 verses for every year for the rest of my life? WOW... That's expecting a lot out of myself. Satan was pretty sneaky this time. I'm going to refocus starting now, with my verses for this year only.

Six months later...

Dear Mom,

I started to say that I can't believe it's been six months on Wednesday since you passed away, but I can. Actually it seems like it's been longer. It feels like I haven't seen you in years. If a day goes by when I don't mention you, Lincoln will tell me that I say something that you would say. It's not a negative thing. He loved you and misses you as much as me. I miss your compassion the most. I miss not being able to call to take you to lunch or go for a ride. I miss you asking me about my job and the kids. Whenever you would tell me that parents love their kids more than kids love their parents it made me uncomfortable. Now I realize it was your way of telling me how much you loved us, even if you didn't always know how to show us.

We are still thinking about the cottage on Case's Island. I feel badly that I had an attitude towards you regarding it. You wanted us to have it to enjoy. I'm sorry for making you walk around the island when now I know that you obviously didn't feel up to it. You did it for us. I wish we had it now and that you could spend the Summer out there in the sunroom that you loved.

I'll never forget you, Mom and although I wouldn't wish you back here, it would be nice if I could give you just one more hug. And I want to ask you one more question, "How was it when you met Jesus?"

Love,
Annie

it's blogworthy...

Over a week later, something is still lingering.

We left for Florida for a nice long weekend on Ash Wednesday. For some reason our plane left an hour late.  I'm not judging here, but you should have seen how upset so many of the passengers were about the delay and the mix-up with first class.  I noticed one couple was obviously Catholic since they had ashes on their foreheads.  (By the way, they aren't who I am talking about-- they seemed very relaxed about the situation.) Wouldn't it be strange to see them freaking out because of an hour delay? None of them had young children traveling with them and at least they weren't driving!  I bet most of them were going just to have fun in the sun like we were. As I watched everyone's reaction it got me thinking...

What if all Christians went through life with His ashes on their foreheads... everyday?  We would definitely stand out. Would we treat each other differently?  Would we make the same choices? Would we act differently and maybe have a little more Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Gentleness, Faithfulness and Self Control? I know people wear crosses around their necks, but the ashes just seem more serious.

Lord, help me remember that people are watching!

xoxo