Share The Love

share the love of Christ......whatever it looks like!!

blessings my friends... I love you all.

The Shack

by William Young

I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas.... We did...God granted my family a wonderful Christmas gift... and that was my precious dad...And it was as if the day after Christmas, he knew he had reached a goal.. He is now declining... but we are very grateful for the time we have had and still have...

Now, on another note, I would like to share a book that I recently read... The Shack... your life will never be the same... Beautifully written... you can go online to Amazon or find it at Barnes and Noble.

When you finish it, please let me know what you think...

Blessings to you and I am going to try and catch up with you this weekend...

love to you all my precious friends...

It's A Boy!

"And He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting
Father, Prince of Peace" Isaiah 9:6

It's a Boy !!!!

There were no announcements sent out, no baby showers, no ultrasounds with baby pictures for a scrapbook, not even a hospital or warm bassinette.

Jesus was born in a manger with stinky animals upon hay feed for the animals on a cold winter night. But His birth would forever change the
world.

His name would be:

JESUS - The messiah.

WONDERFUL COUNSELOR -- Literally He is "wonder of a counselor." He gives comfort and strength throughout time and eternity.

MIGHTY GOD -- He is full omnipotence; El--the strong One. Literally He is,the "God-hero." He is the Mighty God.

ETERNAL FATHER -- He is everlastingly a Father. He is loving, paternal,concerned, tender, faithful, wise, guardian, provider and protector.

PRINCE OF PEACE -- He rules over His people with peace. The peace He gives is eternal. He is the embodiment of peace, therefore He rules over His
redeemed people as a Prince bringing peace.

The names of God are endless. He is impossible to define, His attributes
never ending!

He is my Savior - my King - and I am His daughter.

He is all-sufficient (El Shaddai) and the most high God (El Elyon), my
everything and my amen.

No matter what life holds, take time to acknowledge His name and
attributes.

As you do, an awareness of who He has been and will be to you becomes the
reason we can face today and find strength for every tomorrow.

But most of all, He is my Jesus and my Daddy.

I will be back sometime after Christmas....Thank you for all your love and support and your prayers...I will keep you posted of any changes...

Merry Christmas to you all.

We Will Kiss The Sky

Even the stork in the sky knows her appointed seasons (Jeremiah 8:7)

This Christmas has been one of the most spiritual times I can ever recall. I will long remember this moment.

Even though my shopping is not completed and my cooking remains undone—I embrace the magic that exudes my world during this extraordinary season.

My dreams sparkle in the night through the reflection of my precious loved ones as if my fallen tears had just graced a recently fallen snow; diamonds brilliant in the horizon, making known its worth.

As with my sweet daddy, the moments that his eyes and mine connect, our spirits dance. I love his eyes. They speak volumes to me. They tell his story. They share his love.

So is with my husband. I love his eyes. I can read his emotions through his eyes although he wishes that I did not.

But there is an endless life within the spirits that have come together. Without words and only with the spirits of our soul we can sway quietly to the music and we will find “rest quietly in the arms of the Son.” (Words of my daddy this week as he was completely unaware—it was as if our Lord was speaking)

As the music plays and only heard by those connected to the spirit, the wind brushes by warming our hearts, bringing in new hope and our Papa, Our Lord, will pick us up and guide us to the clouds in our journey. There we will kiss the sky. There some will go on with Papa; some will stay to complete their earthly tasks.

It is our passage to walk loved ones into His arms, is it not?

One day, however, we will all reunite as one….

But for now, take flight… and kiss the sky with those we love…


Happy Birthday Jesus,

Hangin' On

Several of you have asked, my sweet daddy is hangin on...

I am spending most of my time with him these days and have not been blogging (nor shopping) too much.

Thank you all for your prayers. They are truly felt. The Lord is with us in such supernatural ways.

Much love to you all.

Happy Birthday Jesus,

Amazing Grace

(Please remember to turn off the music below...)


My Mother-in-law sent this awesome video to me...

it will leave you speechless...

Because of God's precious love for us, we are free!

Happy Birthday Jesus,

The Sands Of Life

Psalm 139:17-18How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you.


How do you kiss the wind?

Or

Embrace the warmth of the Sun?

And what is it like to hold onto someone you love as their life passes by like the sand sifting through the fingers of a small child lost in play for hours at the beach.

Even if we tried to hold onto each grain of sand, some bits would slip through our fingers. We may hold on tightly vowing to never let go but eventually the winds, the water and our toil cause us to drop each granule of sand we believed to have held tightly in our grasp. And the specks of life, the ones we so dearly love, fall back into the hands of the One who owned them all along.

I am trying to grab the wind and hold on tightly to the force of nature given to me by my Abba. But I know the days are short for my Papa is calling one of His children home soon. My precious daddy is going to be going home and each moment I have I want to hold tightly onto the last grains of sand representing his life; this will always remain precious to me.

But I know that eventually the last piece of sand will fall from my hands and Our Papa will call. And my Papa will brush the sand off my hands and pick me up and hold me like a child not ready to leave their place on the beach, their place of comfort.


And in my sadness, I will just rest in the arms of my Papa….

To my sweet daddy….I love you

To my sweet Papa, I love you



Happy Birthday Jesus,

Wordless Wednesday

Oh my, Santa is busted...caught in the act!!

Hogan when he was 4.... oh, if he doesn't look like the real thing!!

Happy Birthday Jesus,

A Drought-stricken Life

The good gone bad? what about the good from the bad? What does God have in mind?

find out.....

I'm over at Laced with Grace today

Merry Christmas

What's Is Going To Be Under Your Tree?

I'm dreaming of a purrrrfect Christmas...

So tell me... what is going to be under your tree this year? I would love to hear what your desires are...

I want my dad to be healthy .... and enjoy this Christmas with us...

that is my prayer...

Abba, I know all things are possible with You....

*Twas the month before Christmas*

*When all through our land,*

*Not a Christian was praying*

*Nor taking a stand.*

*The “politically correct police” had taken away,*

*The reason for Christmas - no one could say.*

*The children were told by their schools not to sing,*

*About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.*

*It might hurt people’s feelings, the teachers would say*

*December 25th is just a “Holiday”.*

*Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit*

*Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!*

*CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod*

*Something was changing, something quite odd! *

*Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa*

*In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.*

*As Targets were hanging their trees upside down*

*At Lowe’s the word Christmas - was no where to be found.*

*At K-Mart and Staples and Penny’s and Sears*

*You won’t hear the word Christmas; it won’t touch your ears.*

*Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty*

*Are words that were used to intimidate me.*

*Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen*

*On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton!*

*At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter*

*To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.*

*And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith*

* Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace*

*The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded*

*The reason for the season, stopped before it started.*

*So as you celebrate “Winter Break” under your “Dream Tree”*

*Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.*

*Choose your words carefully, choose what you say*

*Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS , not Happy Holiday!
(Samantha Weaver)





please turn off the music below while listening to youtube

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Merry Christmas with a capital "C"

O Holy Night

Please turn music off below

And a Holy Night it was

Merry Christmas

Wordless Wednesday

My dad and I....

Dad.. thanks for the double chin...snort--giggle...LOL

I love you

Your graple, hoppergrass baby,

The Rose

A Rose has many thorns
Or
Thorns have a Rose

(2 Corinthians 12:7) “…there was given me a thorn in my flesh”


I sat talking with a friend the other day or maybe it was more like crying to a friend how my heart was just breaking. This week the doctor told us my daddy needed Hospice care. Yes, this is what I do every day but it’s different when it’s me—my family. But I knew that it was time. My sister and I have seen the decline; I was just in denial like so many other families I had worked with. Now the tables have turned. My dad’s wish is to be comfortable. He is tired.

My friend shared her story as she lost her dad several years ago. Her emotions are still very raw and she misses her dad very much. As she started to cry, she apologized, “I am sorry; I am supposed to be comforting you. You are so much stronger than me.”

Part of me wanted to scream out as if having a bad dream, “No I am not strong, if you only knew. You don’t know how I cope. You don’t know how weak I am. If you only knew...”

All of us have our thorns, do we not? Some just happen to notice the thorns where others notice the rose. But regardless, the thorns are there!

I need Jesus. I need Him to be my fragrance (2 Corin 2:14). For my thorns would shock you, prick your heart and distract you from Him.

But my thorns, your thorns, I believe they keep us humble and focused off the rose (us) and on focused on the Fragrance (Christ).

When I see a beautiful rose, I go to its beauty and then immediately to its fragrance. I am no longer focused on the rose but the aroma. Oh yes, sometimes Christ Fragrance touches someone before the beauty of the rose ever does, but that is a whole other story. So in my distraction, I might be discouraged by a thorn or two but may the arising fragrance overpower the calling pains of this life. (Jn8:44)

So may we be a rose that Christ may reveal His fragrance to the lives of others…

As for our thorns… What a beautiful rose we are!


By the way, my dad’s favorite flower… is the Rose….I love you Dad…

Living the Supernatural,