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the bracelet

I have a sweet friend who blesses me with her creations of bracelets. I have a whole collection of them, and am always eager to be blessed with more. They are just so beautiful, a little glimpse of love on my wrist when I look down. You say love? Well, this friend, although she loves me, she loves the gift that the Lord has given her in creating.

She has a beautiful collection of beads, some are big, tiny, colorful, clear, crystal, or wooden. There are many different kinds of beads, and she is like the keeper of the beads.

She loves each bead, but when she places all of them together in just the right way, they just simply shine. I have been there watching her create, and it is not something she does just on a whim, she takes her time, and when one doesn't fit right she removes it and begins again. She sees the color pattern, the size of the beads and with her eyes and her heart she places them together with such amazing talent.

You can hold one stone in your hand, you can feel ea…

SONGS OF DELIVERANCE by Marilynn Griffith

Here we see redemption from the past, forgiveness in the present and hope for the future. Everyone needs a teacher who will never give up on them. In this story of Grace, Zeely, Ron, Jerry, and Brian we find Joyce Rogers, the teacher who always inspired and believed in her students. As these characters are brought back to school, they find themselves again and will find what real love is. This story revolves around each of these characters, beginning with their pasts, as each chapter brings us closer into their lives, and brings our hearts to understand the situations and choices they made that not only effected their lives, but those around them. These characters are real and vibrant. They are showing us the struggles in life and how we can overcome with our faith in God. I love how through the story we see God speaking to these hurting souls saying, "For in the day of trouble He will conceal me in His tabernacle, in the secret place of His tent He will hide me, He will lift me …

so much to give

As I was sitting in the doctor's office waiting for my mother I had time to watch those around me. On this day the office was filled with elderly folks, many of which had their daughters or sons bringing them in to help ease the burden for their parents. Some come alone, only to be dropped off by a worker to find all their cards and fill out papers on their own, trying to see with all their might and keep their hands steady.

As my son and I sat talking and watching, our hearts were breaking for the elderly who were being seated only to have to keep getting up. We noticed how different some of the office workers would speak to them. We noticed how many ignore them and turn the other way. My son is always one who loves to talk with older folks. I think he earned this love from spending so much time with his grandpa and hearing his stories. My son says hello and asks how they are doing today. He opens doors for them, helps them through the doors and makes them feel as though they are…

new glasses

Today I received my new glasses! I can finally see again. I am blessed to have bi-focals. For the last week I have been without my glasses. This year I did not get new frames, so the eye doctor had to keep mine, that is until today when I walked in like a little girl getting a puppy. You ask why am I excited? Well, I cannot see anything in front of my face, nothing! So, this whole week I have not been able to read the gigantic books I have(3in1 stories), and have been squinting away trying to read one that has bigger writing.

See, I started out with 10/10 vision. I was blessed with sight for the most part of my life. Its when you hear a doctor say, "You are getting to that age", well, that makes a person feel grand. I have had glasses for about six years now, so that age for me was not old at all! I could see things in the mountains that my husband would say, "How in the world can you see that moose from here?" I could read for hours and at times all night long to …

could we take the fast lane?

I have been finding myself thinking, "Lord, could we please hurry up these lessons I need to learn". This past year and a half has been so hard, and today is one of those hard days I find myself asking question after question to God and what is that I hear? I continue to hear Him telling me to be still. Do you know how hard it is to be still when all you want to do is move forward? I feel as though we are in this pit and we continue to dig our way out(with our shovels), but the hole is too deep. But within this deep pit, I can look up and see the light. I am learning that with Christ there is no "Hurrying". Each step is for a purpose to make our life complete in His glory. I am learning that in my faith, I must keep looking to Him and not the situations around me. I can honestly say that with my husband not working it is beginning to take a toll. The stress is so strong at times I just want to go to sleep and wake up when its all better. But that is not how God is …

books

When you make a connection with a great book, an inspiring story, or a great article you are adding to your collection of wisdom. I love books. I love the smell, the feel, and to look at the cover. I absorb the words as they seem to flow into my heart. I love a great mystery, a thriller, a love story, anything that adds to my life. To read history, to grasp an other's feelings as they have placed them before me is almost unexplainable. I could spend hours in a book store. I have been known to spend much time in the library, only to come out with nine books that I am now puzzled as to which one to begin first. It is a rich blessing in life when you can connect with another person who loves to read, loves to discuss books and their thoughts about them. To share books and to pass them on to others so they too can be blessed as I was is a treat. Books come in all different shapes, sizes and colors. They each have a different cover, one that seems to give clues as to whats inside, but …

if 40 is the new 20 why do I feel 60?

Wow, what a statement! If 40 is the new 20 why do I feel 60? I have to say I love my 40's much more than my 20's, I would just like to have the energy I had then. I see friends who are my age now and they are raising their children with such energy and gusto, and I find myself thinking, "How are they doing all that?" But then I face reality and know that I already have. After raising five children, coming and going, I think it just might be time for my body to settle down. I seem to watch people now and admire their strength and energy, when mine seems to fade within each day. I can see all the tasks at hand I need to accomplish, then after looking, I am exhausted just thinking about what I must do. It isn't laziness, it is the fibromalgia effecting my body. I find myself sleeping a lot less. Up at night tossing and turning. Although my body is so tired, it just doesn't want to lay there, it wants to get up and go for a run. As I wake in the mornings, I wake …

little hands

Remember the first time as a mom you placed that little ones hand in yours? You counted all the fingers and toes, cried knowing she or he was finally here. You keep that little hand in yours, holding them, loving them, comforting them, and watching them grow. You watch them through the night, praying for them, making sure they are covered and warm. You watch those little fingers grow into your hand. You hold their hand as they take those first steps, wobbling from side to side. You hold their hand when they skin their knee, when they are going up steps, and down, keeping them from falling. You take their hand to swing them, as they want to go higher. You help them up the big slide, watching that grin from ear to ear, knowing that one day they will take that big step all by themselves. You hold their hand while crossing the street, while strangers are standing by, while being in the store, and being in line getting that hamburger and fries. Soon, before we know, that little hand is not…

overcoming illness

I remember when my children were young and I had all the energy of the world. We would play outside for hours , only to come inside for more play. I was the mom who was doing it all, not just at home but at church. One day I awoke and I was feeling as though the bed and I were one. As my migraines entered I found my energy levels drop and my days in bed longer. When the panic attacks began I had added insecurities of health and peace. After several trips to the E.R, and visits with many specialists I began finding out very slowly all of my health problems. Each one coming in on a different day, a different time in my life, but all coming with a fierceness I was not ready for. My activities with my children began to slow down. I remember them asking me, "Mommy, what is wrong?" I remember feeling as though I was not the mother or wife I should be. I was not able to do the things I once had done so well, and I was not having that same joy each day.
With my migraines, and panic a…

we are made new with Jesus

Ephesians 2:4-10 "But because of His great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions-it is by grace you have been saved. And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with Him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages He might show the incomparable riches of His grace, expressed in His kindness to us in Christ Jesus. For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God, not by works, so that no one can boast. For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do."

In all these places in this verse where we find the words us and you, place in your name and reread the verse and allow the words to sink into your heart. Let those sweet words of grace and mercy fall upon you today. To read God's word is so special, but we at times forget that it is His love letter t…

have you quenched your thrist yet?

One of the beauties I cannot wait for is the Spring. I love this season for the simpleness in its beauty. I love watching birds out my window as I write. I love sitting on the deck in the sun with a big glass of tea and having the birds come up close, even flying by as if they are finding out just what I am. One of my favorite birds is the hummingbird. It is so tiny, so colorful and unique. As its wings are flapping faster than any other, it can remain still in one place as it drinks from the sweet nectar. If you are a lover of birds you probably have a bird feeder of some kind in your back yard. One gift my oldest daughter had given me for Mothers Day is a bird feeder. It is still hanging from the tree in the front yard. We often have birds of all kinds coming up to feed, but when the hummingbird comes up, it gives a smile just watching. This little bird drinks from the nectar we supply in the feeders many times a day. They seem to go from each spot to another seeking out a supply of…

TEA WITH HEZBOLLAHs by Ted Dekker and Carl Medearis

Would you like to sit at a table with your enemies having tea? Maybe speak about the Good Samaritan and loving your enemies? Jesus calls us to love our enemies and this is where Tea with Hezbollah takes us, right across the table from our enemies. Ted Dekker and Carl Medearis take us on a ride to the Middle East, facing fears, asking questions about life and the beliefs of others. There are many misconceptions about the people of the Middle East, just as they too have misconceptions about us. This book reveals the true feelings of others and how much we are all really alike and desire the same things. If we could all just face one another, love as Jesus commands, we would find truth in all people. If we seek the truth we too can find beauty in others, and that is what these two men have done on their trip to the Middle East. They sat with enemies, some we know and many who are not the headliners and asked these men questions about Jesus, about the Samaritan, their faith, how they feel…

BRIDES OF GALLATIN COUNTY by Tracie Peterson

Here we find from Tracie Peterson a trilogy, 3 in 1 series gathered together in a complete set. This story is set in Montana Territory in the 1800's. We meet Gwen, the oldest sister, Beth, the middle sister, and Lacy, the youngest of the Gallitin sisters. Life in the Montana Territory is hard, and in the beginning of the books, their father is killed by gun shots in the middle of town. They are left to run the roadhouse together. As they struggle with the loss of their father, Gwen also has struggled with the loss of her husband, only married a short time. Their mother died when they were young, so they have clung to each other, giving strength to one another. In the first book "A Promise To Believe In", the story builds around Gwen. A man comes into town by coach and wants to find the woman who married his brother, and why she allowed him to die. Gwen finds out her first husband was not an honest man, and the man who has come into town is his brother, Hank. As the story…

rewind

Have you ever felt like you had the same film going through your mind over and over? Not just the same movie, but the same scene. You can see each part, each word, each action, and see it as though it was yesterday. This film keeps repeating itself, and during this time, you wish you could just fast forward the movie.
Have you ever sat in a movie theater and watched a film with parts that made you close your eyes? You just didn't want to close your eyes, but cover your ears too. You are sitting there wishing you could press the fast forward button and get on with it. Moving forward to another scene and another time.
We can look at this in a different way too. Have you ever wanted to press that rewind button, just move back a little bit? Not even, just hit it all the way, but just keep going back slowly, going over each part as it brought so many wonderful memories back of the past.
Maybe you would just like to hit the pause button, and remain right there in a scene forever. Holding…

JENNA'S COWBOY by Sharon Gillenwater

Enter into Callahan Country in Texas with a bigger than life love story. You will meet Jenna Callahan, a red headed beauty, along with her son, Zach, who fills the pages with sweetness. As she is back home and starting over again on the family ranch, in walks Nate Langley, home from the Army. Nate is beginning a new life also. He is trying to leave the horror of the war behind. They loved one another when they were teens, and they find themselves still carrying a torch. This is a love story that will grab your heart. We see how Nate is going through emotions from the war. He has tried to hide his fears but they won't leave his dreams. No longer able to fight them off, he seeks help. Healing begins as he discovers he is suffering from post traumatic stress disorder. He does not find himself alone, the Callahans sur round him with love and lift him up. As he is working on the Callahan Ranch with Jenna, they find their feelings have only gained strength. This is a timeless story of l…

whats real?

When we turn the news on and see young women having ten plastic surgeries in one day we can know something is wrong with the way we view ourselves and want others to view us. When did it all begin? Who was the first woman to look in the mirror and think to herself,"I am not good enough"? Did it begin right after the fall of man when Adam and Eve left the garden? What happened to women after that? Sadly, today nothing has changed. Women all across this world look to themselves as not being beautiful, not being thin enough, not being pretty, and wishing they could change themselves. But now it has gone even further than just thinking I am not pretty enough. It has gone to looking at others and wishing we looked like them. Maybe if we had a different nose, different lips, if our thighs were smaller, if our waist was tinier, if our bottom was a little fuller we would be prettier. Where does it all begin and where does it all end?
We can pick up magazines and look at the cover, s…

LEAVING YESTERDAY by Kathryn Cushman

Leaving yesterday behind is not so easy. We all have pasts, but sometimes it is those very pasts holding us back from moving forward. Alisa is the mother of three children. She has lost a son who has been murdered on a missionary trip, a young daughter at home, and a son who after the death of his brother, lost his way. This young man, Kurt, has become an addict. He has been away from home for a while now. The tragedy of her son's death has brought tremendous grief in many ways. Alisa is now separated from her husband, a husband who believed in tough love. A husband who blames himself just as much as Alisa blames herself. Alisa is involved in the church as a teacher and speaker. She reaches thousands with her stories of healing, anger, and honesty about her feelings of the death of her son. The murder of a drug dealer comes to Alisa's door, with the police now asking the whereabouts of her son, who is wanted for questioning. What is a mother to do? How far will a mother go to …

lemons?

Have you heard the saying,"If life gives you lemons, make lemonade?" Have you ever tried making lemonade? That is a hard task. Squeezing all those lemons that make only a small amount of lemonade. It takes a lot of lemons to make a gallon of lemonade! Unless you are like me and purchase the big can of lemonade, to only add a few scoops to make a summertime treat ready for your family. Well, fresh lemonade is always better. For me, the hardest things I have had to do make for the best blessings. For me, when things are easy, there is no challenge, there is no learning there for me to grow. It is as if you stayed in the same history book all through school, would you really be growing in history, making history, or would you just be stuck in the same old same old? I am a hands on learner. When I wanted to learn how to crochet, I could not just learn by looking at a book, I called a friend, who came over and showed me stitch by stitch, and by learning that, I was able to teach …

just a little change

Isn't it funny how just a little change in something gives it a whole new outlook? If we change a piece of furniture in our home, when others enter they notice something different. It isn't an out of place change, it is a change that brings a new beauty. When I change my hair(which is quite often) or just get a little trim, my husband notices. Change is something people around us notice. To have change in our lives, we don't have to have something drastic, but we can change subtle things that make a huge difference. When we come to know the Lord, He doesn't change us completely over night, that is a process that will last for the rest of our days here. When we come to Him, we don't have to make a lot of changes first, He will make those through us little by little. Change is something good when we are moving closer to Him. If we are moving farther away from Him, that change is not the kind of change that is leading us to who He wants us to become. Change is also sc…