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The Christian Perspective??

I have had a stirring, uncomfortable at times, since hearing of the death of Bin Laden. If I am honest, I will admit to rejoicing on the initial announcement in learning of the Navy Seals storming Bin Laden's home and taking his life---long overdue.

Then my mind wondered to what he was thinking now as he stood before God. A sadness washed over me.

Confused over the emotions of anger and sadness, I prayed for enlightenment. I have family in the military that are putting their lives on the line for people "like this." We know what it is like to sit around the Christmas table each year without our family as they are off at war fighting for our freedom. Truly, I do understand.

Also, I understand what it is like to lose someone in the brutality of murder. I have lost my best friend and my step dad at the hands of the evil. Yet, I chose to forgive.

In this post, this pastor does a good job explaining what I have felt... and I thought I would share...

Blessings...

Hogan's Debut

turn the music off below.... click on arrow to turn video on...

Spring Day

Great Spring day....

with the kiddo's and the pets....

God is so good....

Live

Be Fearless..... Out live your life.....

The Act of Kindness

Sometimes in the act of kindness we get hurt...but then sometimes in the act of pain we find kindness....

Connie Barris

Cry Out To Jesus

This song says it all... let us cry out to Jesus...

Enjoy this beautiful Day....

love you...

Happy Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day to all my wonderful friends...

May the love of God embrace you!!

The Race

“Indeed there are those who are last who will be first, and first who will be last.” Luke 13:30

I have spent all my life trying to be the best at everything. As a little girl, I wanted to be the best at school, the best softball player, the best fisherman, yea the coolest motorcycle, you name it, and the list goes on. To be chosen last on a team or to not be chosen at all was devastating to my fragile ego and only caused me to raise the bar of perfection even higher.

Fast forward to my years as an adult, I wanted to be the best nurse and I didn’t hesitate to let you know that I probably was the best. It took me a long time to figure out this was causing great strife in my work life as well as my inner peace. I continually drew the line in the sand and dared you to step over it. No wonder I was miserable.

It would literally take a whack upside the head to get my attention. And God did. Get my attention that is. Possibly He is the One that whacked me upside the head with a measuring stick, the one that I had been measuring my life with all these years.

I needed a good dose of humility and I got it. The past year has been a revealing year. Just the other day everything that came out of my mouth was wrong and I looked like an idiot while trying to make a first impression. It suddenly reminded me of the words a friend had shared the day before, “And there are those that are last who will be first…” Luke 13:30

I laughed out loud. I know the person I was with thought I had lost my mind (well what else is new). I silently prayed a thanks of gratitude to God, for I get it now.

I know (most days) that God is the only One that will be first and well, I just am along for the ride.

Thankfully this is a race with no end...

Berry College

Swan Lake Berry College

Old Mill, Berry College, Rome Georgia

Snow Day 2011

(by F. Childers)

The Old Man's Heart

What did you say? Sitting next to him, I impatiently asked.

And then I saw the pain in his eyes that told me he was doing his best.

He was old now and his speech had begun to slur. I took his hand and held it. I was convicted. The twinge of pain ate at my soul. I looked at his hands. They were wrinkled and aged--they were old. He shook as he squeezed my hand back. There was an unspoken language between us at that moment.

In that brief existence, his heart spoke of a time when he was vibrant and virile. A man who raised a family. A man that had a career and worked a garden in the hot Sun. This is the reason his hands were weathered today.

His heart spoke through his eyes, he was a man of God. Although my impatience saddened him deeply, he understood. For he had once been young and he too had been quick to judge an elderly man like himself as I did him today. Oh, he understood, he just didn't like it.

I saw all this in the look of his eyes and the small tear that fell.

Time passed and we sat there quietly--together.

An understanding.

A forgiveness.

A love.

God's Night Lite

I would think if God had a night lite this would be it...

Picture taken by my good friend Ben Pridemore MD in Iceland

Happy New Year to all my friends..