(1John 4:8) "God is love"
Right in the middle of an ordinary life,
Happy Thanksgiving to all my dear and wonderful friends. I love you all


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Connie Barris
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12:50 PM
12 Little Hearts from You...
Labels: Holiday, My Journey
I was lying in bed praying for my family as I do every night. I was thinking about my daughter that is away at school and I couldn’t get her off my mind. I remembered back when she was little and the special moments when I would tuck her into bed.
I tossed and turned for a long time that evening but the Holy Spirit kept tugging at my heart. I finally decided to get out of bed and just call my daughter. It was almost 11:00p.m., but I was sure she would still be awake. Good ol’ college life, this had to be early, right?!
She answered on the first ring, “Are you alright, mom?” She knows that 99% of the time I am long asleep at this point. Yes darling’, I am just fine but I was just thinking about you.
“Uh huh.” Mumbles my daughter.
“I really wanted to tell you how much I love you and I want you to consider this your bedtime tucking in like I used to do when you were a little girl.” And I kind of snickered.
(Silence.) I thought maybe she hung up on me.
“Sweet heart, are you there?” I asked.
“Yes, mom but you will never believe this. I was lying in the bed, praying and wishing you were here to tuck me in the bed like you used to when I was a little girl.
“WOW”, we both said at the same time.(God is so good, ALL THE TIME.)
That night, I tucked in my baby girl as she prayed for her momma via airspace…
God’s Angels heard the call of a tender spirit that has not outgrown the love of her mom.
In the same sense, do we ever outgrow the need for the love of our Heavenly Father?
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Connie Barris
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3:02 PM
15 Little Hearts from You...
Labels: Angels, Believing God, Chyenne, faith, My Journey, our family, supernatural
"Honey, wait just a minute while I put on my Sunday best shoes."
Whoever thought this would be her last words that day?
I made rounds at the hospital today on a little lady and her son shared this story with me. I felt so blessed. It's like being let into an intimate part of someone's life. My patients husband Don was a Baptist preacher and every Sunday he liked to get to church early. Well, she didn’t! She was a procrastinator. She unbearably would forget something; like leaving her Bible or just a need to change her shoes. This was her favorite exploit, changing her shoes. And her sweet husband sat patiently(smile) waiting on her (unless you call lying on the horn-patient).
A few weekends ago, my patient in her confusion cried out, “Don, wait just a minute while I get my shoes.” This is the beginning of what we call visions or hallucinations - prior to death. Her son at the time didn’t think much of this. He actually just smiled and thought back to when they were children and the times when she made his daddy wait so many Sunday mornings.
Later that day, they had to take their mom to the hospital because she continued to decline. Only to find out she was dying. Now, time slowly ticks away and they wait and wonder when their dad will come and get their mom.
And a thought comes to mind. “Don, wait a minute while I put on my Sunday best.” She is still dragging her feet; almost as if she’s still procrastinating wouldn’t you say?
And just what if…Don is blowing the horn…
The kids can’t help but chuckle… through the tears.
As they know their momma is going to the big church now…with the ultimate Pastor…as she will be changing her membership over to a new membership. Oh yes, as she is greeted her husband, her Jesus and her Abba.
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Connie Barris
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5:09 PM
8 Little Hearts from You...
Labels: My Hospice Journey(names changed to protect privacy), My Journey, supernatural, The Truth

Scribed by
Connie Barris
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1:59 PM
8 Little Hearts from You...
Labels: Grandchildren, our family
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Connie Barris
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4:38 AM
10 Little Hearts from You...
Labels: our family





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