Thank You Papa

My absence? interesting story -- to me anyway.......

Sometimes, the Lord just "lets" us go there.... doesn't He?

Soon, I will share....soon I hope to be back...it's been a long road...





"When I was young, I believed that the moon was my very own.

As I traveled, it followed me everywhere we went.

Now, as an adult, I believe that to be true of my Heavenly Father." ~ Connie
(Excerpt from a book I'm working on so it's copyrighted)

Congratulations My Son...

(Jeremiah 29:11)... "For I know the plans I have for..."

May I brag a moment....

Congrat's on your 6th grade graduation.....

for you have began a new road...

Meet Hogan and His Kindergarten Buddy ..

I commend you on your leadership, my son.

For all your hard work... I thank you.

For the following achievements -- The Academic Presidential award (3 consecutive years of all A's and being in the top 85% of the Nationally ranked CRCT's, highest grade in Social Studies, Math, Chorus, Band, High Honors, etc.

We are just so proud of you.

But most of all, for your heart for God.

As each night I hear, "Mom, let's say our prayers." still to this day...

Thank you for being my accountability partner.

I love you so much son and I wish you so much of a future that our God has in store for you. Something we both pray about.

Stop And Smell The Roses

My dad was always telling me to stop and smell the roses (or flowers as depicted in this picture)...

This year has been a rather rough year. I feel like I'm treading water just to stay afloat.

Each time I try to come back and write, something happens...

This week, my husband had emergency surgery... so being a good little nurse and loving wife, of course, I have taken time off to be with him.

I can hear my dad say (even from the heavenly realms), "Connie, stop and smell...."

And I can hear my Papa say, "Connie, stop,,, Be still and know..." (Psalm 46:10)

My Abba is trying to tell me something, although I don't know yet what it is, I am all ears. So, as I inhale the aroma of His Words I am slowing and painstakingly, yes... listening.

And to you all -- my friends, who hang in there with me, encourage me, pray with me... I love you and I thank you. And I pray that I will be back on my feet soon, returning the favor.

Until then, I pray the aroma of His presence comes your way through the fruits of my life... but not necessarily through your own painful labor....

Be blessed as always.... AND