Christmas has always been such a happy holiday to me...the wonder of it all...Jesus...born so long ago in such terrible conditions. A murderous plot, Mary and Joseph traveling so far for government business, no room for them so they must go to a stable and birth a baby among dirty animals, smells, no accommodations; UNCOMFORTABLE. The wise men finding more than they ever realized they were searching for...they come in worship and find their lives changing forever. The shepherds being counted as worthy to go see the newborn Messiah. What a beautiful love story God has given us to ponder on all year and be amazed by our whole lives. Happy birthday, Jesus! The real gift IS You!
I know some people are not so happy during the holiday season. Memories too painful crowd out the joy of the season. Some so lonely they cannot bear to try to find joy. I pray that those thoughts never have to invade my mind. I pray that even as life deals blows (which it will), that I will always keep in mind the real joy I have in Jesus. It IS during these times that I miss my Granny so much. She loved making Christmas special for the grandkids. Her last Christmas she spent apologizing for not making it very special because she was in the hospital. I hope she is celebrating this Christmas with Jesus and that each Christmas she finds more and more joy in Him as He reveals more of Himself to her.
Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Hello, Joy!
This is for my friend, Joy, who I believe is the only one who reads this. Thanks for your friendship over the years, and I thank God for you. Thank you that we can be real with each other without getting offended, and I pray you have a Very Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year! You are very special to me!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Poem
Read this poem today, and I really liked it.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
from And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
from And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Funny kids
Today at lunch, I was teasing Sammy because he was coming to the table very carefully with a steak knife. Shelden wanted him to pass it to her so she could set it by his plate before he walked behind her for fear of him stabbing her accidentally. I told him, "After all, your Indian name is Runs With Knives." Shelden looked at me in shocked surprise and said, "Is it really?" I cracked up! Of course, I had to tell her that if she looks up "gullible" in the dictionary there is a picture of her next to it.
Later this afternoon Dennis and the kids were playing the Wii, and Molly (being in her own world most of the time) was looking at Easter eggs and candy and said, "Twix doesn't fit in Eater eggs." We burst out laughing again. Thanks for the warning, Molly.
Later this afternoon Dennis and the kids were playing the Wii, and Molly (being in her own world most of the time) was looking at Easter eggs and candy and said, "Twix doesn't fit in Eater eggs." We burst out laughing again. Thanks for the warning, Molly.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
bouncing
I just finished bouncing with the family on our trampoline. I always forget how much fun it is until I go flying through the air again, screaming, laughing, and enjoying the time with my children. Thank goodness we purchased the surrounding net, or this mom would have been dead long ago. (Or at least VERY injured.) Every time Dennis bounces very close to me, I involuntarily scream because I know I could very easily loose my balance and take a plunge, which I do quite often, but it still scares me. I remember bouncing on trampolines as a kid and going much higher, but I guess my age has made me more cautious. Of course, I was not that risky of a child anyway, so cautious is probably more of a description of my whole life, but I know I would do tricks while jumping back then, but for now...just to jump is good enough "fun" for me.
I shall leave you with a poem of the joys of a trampoline:
"The Magic Trampoline"
A kid on a trampoline,
All day long to jump and scream
Oh what fun to run and jump ,
Flying higher with each bump .
Inhibitions in a bin ,
Pumping with adrenalin,
I'll break the news to you all ,
Up you go and then free fall .
I went up and I came down .
I touched the sky ,off the ground ,
I saw things not many see
Like a cat up in a tree ,
I had this agility
To land oh so purr-fectly
The soar again with a scream ,
On a magic trampoline .
Its sad but I must announce,
Time to go
So ends the bounce .
By Paul McCann
I shall leave you with a poem of the joys of a trampoline:
"The Magic Trampoline"
A kid on a trampoline,
All day long to jump and scream
Oh what fun to run and jump ,
Flying higher with each bump .
Inhibitions in a bin ,
Pumping with adrenalin,
I'll break the news to you all ,
Up you go and then free fall .
I went up and I came down .
I touched the sky ,off the ground ,
I saw things not many see
Like a cat up in a tree ,
I had this agility
To land oh so purr-fectly
The soar again with a scream ,
On a magic trampoline .
Its sad but I must announce,
Time to go
So ends the bounce .
By Paul McCann
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
My whole life
OK, it's been several months since I've blogged. I put aside blogging and entered the world of Facebook, which has been so much fun. I have connected to many people: old friends and new. So, hooray, I am writing the first blog of the year. :)
I was "Googling" and ran across a statement: "My parents have known me my whole life." ....Um, DUH! I mean, of course your parents have known you your whole life. ...But then I thought, "Wait. I guess not everyone has had parents that have known them their whole lives." I mean, some people are adopted and never know their biological families. Some people are raised by only one parent. Some people lose their parents when they are children or newborn. Some have parents that exit the scene in different ways part of the way through their lives. It really made me thankful for the life I have lived. Thankful that I have always had two parents that love me and are concerned about me every day of my life. Sad for those unfortunate people who cannot say that. "My parents have known me my whole life." That's quite a bit statement. Not so stupid after all.
I was "Googling" and ran across a statement: "My parents have known me my whole life." ....Um, DUH! I mean, of course your parents have known you your whole life. ...But then I thought, "Wait. I guess not everyone has had parents that have known them their whole lives." I mean, some people are adopted and never know their biological families. Some people are raised by only one parent. Some people lose their parents when they are children or newborn. Some have parents that exit the scene in different ways part of the way through their lives. It really made me thankful for the life I have lived. Thankful that I have always had two parents that love me and are concerned about me every day of my life. Sad for those unfortunate people who cannot say that. "My parents have known me my whole life." That's quite a bit statement. Not so stupid after all.
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