Hello November,

Crispy, Orange, Golden, Apple Cider, candy corn and peanuts, those are a few of descriptive words for November .....the season is fall....the trees start to drop their coverings that they've had for months, they do not have coats of protection but are standing out in the chill ....bending to and fro , experiencing the winds whipping around them.
There are days when I feel the chill ~ I'm not a winter girl....but love love the warmth , the feeling of being loved and cared about . Guess we all want praise don't we. we are human ...time flys , time stands still.....time is time we must live for the day, time is short, that was the longest day ever. we express so many expressions goodness. But the greatest is to LOVE one another as God has called us to! well have a beautiful Golden  Harvest day my friends. ...Rejoice for we are blessed 

Are you in the winter of your life ?

Please read and heed, time passes at the speed of LIFE (light). Don't leave anything undone or unsaid that you may look back on and say "I wish we had...........". Been there and tried that ! ! !

You know... time has a way of moving quickly and catching you unaware of the passing years.

It seems just yesterday that I was young, just married and embarking on my new life with my mate. And yet in a way, it seems like eons ago, and I wonder where all the years went.

I know that I lived them all..

And I have glimpses of how it was back then and of all my hopes and dreams.

But, here it is -- the winter of my life and it catches me by surprise.

How did I get here so fast? Where did the years go and where did my youth go?

I remember well...

seeing older people through the years and thinking that those older people were years away from me and that winter was so far off that I could not fathom it or imagine fully what it would be like.

But, here it is... my friends are retired and getting gray, they move slower. Some are  in better and some worse shape than me, but, I see the change.

Not like the ones that I remember who were young and vibrant...

but, like me, their age is beginning to show and we are now those older folks that we used to see and never thought we'd be. Each day now, I find that just getting a shower is a real target for the day!

And taking a nap is not a treat anymore... it's mandatory! Cause if I don't on my own free will, I just fall asleep where I sit!

And so...

now I enter into this new season of my life -- unprepared for all the aches and pains and the loss of strength and ability to go and do things that I wish I had done but never did!!

But, at least I know, that though the winter has come, and I'm not sure how long it will last ... this I know, that when it's over...it's over.

Yes , I have regrets. There are things I wish I hadn't done, things I should have done, but indeed, there are many things I'm happy  to have done.

It's all in a lifetime.

So, if you're not in your winter yet, let me remind you that it will be here faster than you think.

So, whatever you would like to accomplish in your life please do it quickly!

Don't put things off too long! Life goes by quickly. So, do what you can today, as you can never be sure whether this is your winter or not!

You have no promise that you will see all the seasons of your life...

so, live for today and say all the things that you want your loved ones to remember, and hope that they appreciate and love you for all the things that you have done for them in all the years past!!

"Life is a gift to you. The way you live your life is your gift to those who come after. Make it a fantastic one."

LIVE IT WELL!

ENJOY TODAY!

DO SOMETHING FUN!

BE HAPPY!

BE THANKFUL!

 

AND HAVE CHRIST IN YOUR LIFE!

Another beautiful summer day ~ Good evening everyone , time is slipping by , warm days , sunshiny nights. Good food, fellowship and love spread throughout the day . we try not to think of tomorrow and live fully for the day . my mind wonders to the next days worries , why do we worry and is it really worth it . I don't think so, God does have control of all the hills and the corn and potatoes planted ~ we must continually give praise and glorify the Lord for the blessings he gives to us daily wow , wouldn't know where I would be there's so many hauty things that are happening in this world ...so what's happening to you ....what are you doing? I miss seeing you on the FB page , writing thoughts liking pages , not like it use to be ....things are changing , we climb , we run, we sit, we wait , we hug, we cry, we love , we have tears , but the ultimate is accepting and loving ..so if you could let me know how you are doing ...

Has it been that long

Wow, friends I haven't been on here for months....I need to get back to journalism ....Summer has come , it came early ~ it's rather warm ~ very little rain ....reminds me of my spiritual  life at times the desert of the soul  I thirst for that living holy spirit the abundance of living water , running over fulfilling the emptiness of life . Life has been hard, Life has been good ~ God said I will never leave you or forsake you ....I cling to his promises , his filling of my thirsty soul ~ my prayer lately has been


 Father God, I truly am thankful for my blessings. But it is quite another thing to be thankful in the hard times and with the unanswered questions of life. Thank you for understanding it is not easy for me. Thank you for showing me that when I can’t be thankful for the hard stuff, You remind me to just be thankful in the hard stuff – for it is in the hard stuff where Your character of faithfulness will be proven over and over to me. Thank you for the confidence that You will see me through. Help me to lean hard on Your strength, and wisdom and care. Thank you that You will build a track record in my life through Your faithfulness. You enable me to be thankful in hard times because You are my God and You can be trusted with my life – even in the hard stuff! In Jesus name I pray, Amen.


Seasons come and seasons go we have people who come into our lives as a reason season and lifetime what are you in my life .....I hope a forever and if not thank you for being a part what ever part you played ~ <3<3

I copied this from a site that dedicated Psalms 23 to a loved one that passed on , was so touched by the revision of the scripture for how true when we arrive in HIS presence what a day that will be ....no more pain  no more sorrow ~~~ 










The Lord is my Shepherd, my Owner, my Master; I am the object of His concern and diligent care, I live surrounded by His presence; and I shall not be in want.

And because He is my Shepherd, I have peace and rest; He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside still waters.

And because He is my Shepherd, when I am cast down he restores my soul; He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

And because He is my Shepherd, when I walk through the valleys and fear death, I fear no evil; for He is with me. His rod defends me and His staff guides me.

And because He is my Shepherd, He goes ahead of me and He prepares a meal for me in the presence of my enemies; He anoints me with His spirit; my joy overflows.

And because He is my Shepherd, His goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life; and I will forever dwell in the presence (in his care) of my Lord and my Shepherd. AMEN ...




I pray that we will all be reminded that “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that”. We are a “mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes”. In James

What we do with our time here on earth is our choice. We can choose to follow Him or we can spend our time pursuing things of no eternal value. Our friends hopefully we choose to pursue the things of eternal value.  Have a wonderful day to all my sweetpeas!~~ 

The heart is a funny organ,you can break it,try to destroy it but you can't take the love away that it feels!" Missing you !!

Wanted to share this story ...I hope you are doing well I could so relate to this story Hope this blesses you as it did me ....

MINOR TRAVELING UNATTENDED

Right before the jet-way door closed, I scrambled aboard the plane going 
from LA to Chicago, lugging my laptop and overstuffed briefcase. It was 
the first leg of an important business trip a few weeks before Christmas,
and I was running late. I had a ton of work to catch up on. Half wishing,
half praying I muttered, “Please God, do me a favor; let there be an empty
seat next to mine, I don't need any distractions.”

I was on the aisle in a two seat row. Across sat a businesswoman with her
nose buried in a newspaper. No problem. But in the seat beside mine, next
to the window, was a young boy wearing a big red tag around his neck: 
Minor Traveling Unattended.

The kid sat perfectly still, hands in his lap, eyes straight ahead. He'd 
probably been told never to talk to strangers. Good, I thought.

Then the flight attendant came by. “Michael, I have to sit down because 
we're about to take off,” she said to the little boy. “This nice man will
answer any of your questions, okay?”

Did I have a choice? I offered my hand, and Michael shook it twice, 
straight up and down.

“Hi, I'm Jerry,” I said. “You must be about seven years old.”

“I'll bet you don't have any kids,” he responded.

“Why do you think that? Sure I do.” I took out my wallet to show him pictures.

“Because I'm six.”

“I was way off, huh?”

The captains' voice came over the speakers, “Flight attendants, prepare
for takeoff.”

Michael pulled his seat belt tighter and gripped the armrests as the jet 
engines roared.

I leaned over, “Right about now, I usually say a prayer. I ask God to keep
the plane safe and to send angels to protect us.”

“Amen,” he said, then added, “but I'm not afraid of dying. I'm not afraid
because my mama's already in Heaven.”

“I'm sorry.” I said.

“Why are you sorry?” he asked, peering out the window as the plane lifted off.

“I'm sorry you don't have your mama here.”

My briefcase jostled at my feet, reminding me of all the work I needed to do.

“Look at those boats down there!” Michael said as the plane banked over the
Pacific. “Where are they going?”

“Just going sailing, having a good time. And there's probably a fishing 
boat full of guys like you and me.”

“Doing what?” he asked.

“Just fishing, maybe for bass or tuna. Does your dad ever take you fishing?”

“I don't have a dad,” Michael sadly responded.

Only six years old and he didn't have a dad, and his Mom had died, and here
he was flying halfway across the country all by himself. The least I could
do was make sure he had a good flight. With my foot I pushed my briefcase
under my seat.

“Do they have a bathroom here?” he asked, squirming a little.

“Sure,” I said, “let me take you there.”

I showed him how to work the “Occupied” sign, and what buttons to push on
the sink, then he closed the door. When he emerged, he wore a wet shirt and
a huge smile.

“That sink shoots water everywhere!”

The attendants smiled.

Michael got the VIP treatment from the crew during snack time. I took out
my laptop and tried to work on a talk I had to give, but my mind kept going
to Michael. I couldn't stop looking at the crumpled grocery bag on the
floor by his seat. He'd told me that everything he owned was in that bag.
Poor kid.

While Michael was getting a tour of the cockpit the flight attendant told
me his grandmother would pick him up in Chicago. In the seat pocket a large
manila envelope held all the paperwork regarding his custody. He came back
explaining, “I got wings! I got cards! I got more peanuts. I saw the pilot
and he said I could come back anytime!”

For a while he stared at the manila envelope.

“What are you thinking?” I asked Michael.

He didn't answer. He buried his face in his hands and started sobbing. It
had been years since I'd heard a little one cry like that. My kids were 
grown -- still I don't think they'd ever cried so hard. I rubbed his back
and wondered where the flight attendant was.

“What's the matter buddy?” I asked.

All I got were muffled words “I don't know my grandma. Mama didn't want 
her to come visit and see her sick. What if Grandma doesn't want me? Where
will I go?”

“Michael, do you remember the Christmas story? Mary and Joseph and the 
baby Jesus? Remember how they came to Bethlehem just before Jesus was 
born? It was late and cold, and they didn't have anywhere to stay, no 
family, no hotels, not even hospitals where babies could be born. Well, 
God was watching out for them. He found them a place to stay; a stable 
with animals.”

“Wait, wait,” Michael tugged on my sleeve. “I know Jesus. I remember now.”
Then he closed his eyes, lifted his head and began to sing. His voice rang
out with a strength that rocked his tiny frame. “Jeeesus looooves me --
thiiiiiis I knowwwwwww. For the Biiiiiible tells meeeeee sooooo.....”

Passengers turned or stood up to see the little boy who made the large 
sound. Michael didn't notice his audience. With his eyes shut tight and 
voice lifted high, he was in a good place.

“You've got a great voice,” I told him when he was done. “I've never heard
anyone sing like that.”

“Mama said God gave me good pipes just like my grandma's,” he said. “My 
grandma loves to sing, she sings in her church choir.”

“Well, I'll bet you can sing there, too. The two of you will be running 
that choir.”

The seat belt sign came on as we approached O'Hare. The flight attendant 
came by and said we just have a few minutes now, but she told Michael it's
important that he put on his seat belt. People started stirring in their 
seats, like the kids before the final school bell. By the time the seat 
belt sign went off, passengers were rushing down the aisle. Michael and I
stayed seated.

“Are you gonna go with me?” he asked.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world buddy!” I assured him.

Clutching his bag and the manila envelope in one hand, he grabbed my hand
with the other. The two of us followed the flight attendant down the 
Jetway. All the noises of the airport seemed to fill the corridor.

Michael stopped, flipping his hand from mine, he dropped to his knees. His
mouth quivered. His eyes brimmed with tears.

“What's wrong Michael? I'll carry you if you want.”

He opened his mouth and moved his lips, but it was as if his words were 
stuck in his throat. When I knelt next to him, he grabbed my neck. I felt
his warm, wet face as he whispered in my ear, “I want my mama!”

I tried to stand, but Michael squeezed my neck even harder. Then I heard a
rattle of footsteps on the corridor's metal floor.

“Is that you, baby?”

I couldn't see the woman behind me, but I heard the warmth in her voice.

“Oh baby,” she cried. “Come here. Grandma loves you so much. I need a hug,
baby. Let go of that nice man.” She knelt beside Michael and me.

Michael's grandma stroked his arm. I smelled a hint of orange blossoms.

“You've got folks waiting for you out there, Michael. Do you know that 
you've got aunts, and uncles and cousins?”

She patted his skinny shoulders and started humming. Then she lifted her 
head and sang. I wondered if the flight attendant told her what to sing, 
or maybe she just knew what was right. Her strong, clear voice filled the
passageway, “Jesus loves me -- this I know...”

Michael's gasps quieted. Still holding him, I rose, nodded hello to his 
grandma and watched her pick up the grocery bag. Right before we got to 
the doorway to the terminal, Michael loosened his grip around my neck and
reached for his grandma.

As soon as she walked across the threshold with him, cheers erupted. From
the size of the crowd, I figured family, friends, pastors, elders, deacons,
choir members and most of the neighbors had come to meet Michael. A tall 
man tugged on Michael's ear and pulled off the red sign around his neck. 
It no longer applied.

As I made my way to the gate for my connecting flight, I barely noticed 
the weight of my overstuffed briefcase and laptop. I started to wonder who
would be in the seat next to mine this time....And I smiled.

By Jerry Seiden

There is something however that I do know - I do know that each day of my life, I have the opportunity to start anew. Wednesday is not Tuesday and Thursday is not Wednesday - they're different days. Although they're all in the same week, the same month, year and even the same lifetime, the beginning of each day is different not only in name, but in experience. Each one of us has the power to change our own situation - our own life. Each one of us has the key to happiness and the power to control our minds, ourselves and our outlook on life.

Enjoy this day !

Sunset in Indiana March 2012

 The sun is fading

 a little more 

Good night Sun 

Thank you for shining 

Good night my someone ...

Good night my love 

The days of lately have been gorgeous to say the least ....I'm in awe of God's majestic work with HIS sunrises, HIS sunsets , HIS white fluffy floating clouds in brilliant blue skies above .....The Moon light at night , stars shining brilliantly above ~~~I stand in AWE .....Have you had nights in your life that you've looked back at and think of that special someone  Last night was that for me ....thinking of .....and missing .....If I could sing this person a song ....I think it would be " I will always Love you" enjoy the pictures .....and reminisce about the one you love ...

I wish we all could meet for coffee or tea this morning and just discuss what a beautiful gorgeous day it is out....how the crisp air , cool breeze and blue hazy sky surrounding us with it's presence ~ God's presence ......In the stillness you can hear the rooster crowing the birds chirping and his arms tightly wrapped around you saying" , this is another day what are you going to do with it .....so What are you going to do with this day that God has given you ....??? are we going to drown ourselves in a pity party, or are you going to dust yourself off and run the race he has set before you ...trust me I've been in the pity parties, the mountain tops, the in-betweens , you know who else is there with you ...yep you guessed God himself, so this morning as your sitting where ever you are , he's there too....we are all drinking coffee together ~ enjoy having a relationship with the Almighty Father, and sipping with him....I am....sending loads of love and prayers your way this morning ......ME 

There are moments in your life
that make you and set the course
of who you're going to be.
Sometimes they're little, subtle
moments. Sometime, they're big 
moments you never saw coming.
No one asks for their life to
change, but it does. It's what you do
afterwards that counts.
That's when you find out who
you are.
It's interesting who enters and exits your life ....I've had amazing people in my life and for that I'm thankful they stretched me ~ made me realize "I"m OK" I am worth it , I am enough ....and Father God says : you are my child ...
Then there are those friends or acquaintances that you can't quite figure out ....they have that tough shell...unlike me , I'm readable, want to be loved, accepted and want to love them ~ how do you get those shells to crack how do you get them to talk to you , to open up ~ just want to be a friend, to listen, to laugh, to just make them smile ..I can't figure it out ....do I give up ? do I pursue them as a friend ? or do I leave or do I leave , exit out of their lives and morn and grieve over leaving them ....to their own world ...where they will stay alone ...in their own world ~ if anyone wants to comment please do ....maybe you know how hardshell people are reached....do I keep working on that relationship or move on .................have a great weekend friends 

How he loves me ....

As I gazed up at the mountains, I was awed by their majesty;
I bowed my head and asked myself, “Why should He care for me?”
“I am not beautiful like the mountains that tower so high above;
What is there about me that God can find to love?”

Father, I am not strong like the wind that makes your tall trees sway;
I cannot sing sweetly like your tiny birds; will you love me anyway?
But most of all, I am simply me, and often have cause to fear;
In spite of all my weaknesses, do you promise to be near?

With eyes closed tight against burning tears, I wished He could hear me 
pray; - Then I felt His Spirit tell me, “Child look up, I have something 
to say.  You are simply you, the spirit I love, a part of my great plan; 
I put you here to learn of life and to return to Me again.

You are more beautiful to Me than the loveliest mountain ever made.
And your strength far exceeds that of the winds, so do not be afraid.”
“I love you not for what you are, but for what I know you will be;
I am always beside you watching you grow; you are very special to Me.”

A smile touched my lips; I knew it was true, Father had always been there
Giving me comfort and blessings and love and my own special talents to 
share.  So I will do my best to make Him proud.  I am not afraid, for you 
see; He loves me not for what I am, but for what He knows I will be.

And he loves me anyway ....

Stay Put , Hold On

I’ve got to quit trying to figure out God’s schedule and setting up my own.

Yeah, God’s schedule.

Like a horse being trained to turn circles, God brings me back to the same starting point for faith:

God knows where He needs to get me, and He will get me there.

Faith is designed to keep us holding onto God. As such, there are some things that we just don’t know.

When our lives don’t appear to match up with our destiny, God tells us to relax into His sovereignty. (Patience is not one of my virtues ) 

BUT: 

He’s got everything under His control. His purpose will prevail.

Right on time.

‎"Once in a while you meet someone, and soon you both 


discover the two of you are truly something special to each 


other... you share your thoughts and feelings so relaxed, so 


openly, and right away you know your friendship's truly 

meant to be."

I love you friends - Always .....

If one day you feel like crying... Call me. I don't promise thatI I will make you laugh, But I can cry with you. If one day you want to run away, Don't be afraid to call me. I don't promise to ask you to stop... But I can run with you. If one day you don't want to listen to anyone... Call me. I promise to be there for you. And I promise to be very quiet. But if one day you call... And there is no answer... Come fast to see me. Maybe I need you. If I ever ignored you. I'm Sorry... If I ever made you feel bad or put you down. I'm Sorry... If I ever thought I was bigger or better than you. I love you... Don't ever forget that! Through bad times and good, I'll always be here for you. I am Sorry... For everything wrong I've ever done. I'm writing this because what if tomorrow never comes? What if I never get to say goodbye or give you a BIG hug?     What if I never get to say I'm sorry or I love you?   Because what if tomorrow never comes? I LOVE YOU! FRIENDS ALWAYS!!!

 

Do you have Anxiety ?

Let’s make a list—“The Advantages of Anxiety”
Let’s start our list with worry helps our health.  Lose sleep and live longer.  A nervous stomach is a happy stomach, isn’t it?
We can even plan days of worry.
Monday—stress over the economy
Tuesday—list the reasons we could be unemployed by year end. (I am unemployed ) I want a job !!!
Let’s face it!  Worry has no advantages.  It ruins health, robs joy, and changes nothing!  Our days stand no chance against the terrorists of the “Land of Anxiety.”  But Christ offers a worry-bazooka.

Remember how he taught us to pray?  “Give us this day our daily bread.”  Worry doesn’t empty tomorrow of its sorrows; it empties today of its strength.  Live one day at a time.  Make it a day changer!  God’s Word says: “He will take care of everything you need!”
Choose to make every day a great day!

Grace ~

I have a challenge for us this Lenten season: let's meet God in our weakness.  It's not about having enough will-power to give up french fries or chocolate or coffee.  It's not about "self-power"; it's all about "Spirit-power!"  Jesus' anxiety shown in the drops of sweated blood is as real as the worries that trouble your soul. But Jesus' resounding cry, shouting, "It is finished!" is as sure as the hope that we have.  Jesus paid it all.  May we know this power, the power of his resurrection.

Everyday, I pray that we will be brought to a point at which we say, "Father, I cannot be stretched any further; I cannot go any longer.  I need you..."  No matter what that point may be--whether craving the food item we gave up or feeling as though we cannot wash a single dish more after such a long day.  May we welcome that time of weakness, and I pray we will encounter Him there.

Warmest blessings to you this Lent season,

"And after you have suffered a little while,

the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ,

will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you."

1 Peter 5:10

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"For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with

weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities.

For when I am weak, then I am strong."

2 Corinthians 12:10

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