Sara Isn't The Only One

I think it is just wordpress that thinks I am spam. I had gone over to comment on another blog and couldn't. I had the same problem there as I was having over at
Sara's. I can't figure it out. I changed my email address, name, and page to see if that would eliminate the problem, but no. Sara, I am sorry. I guess you will have to fish my comments out of the spam filter, cause you know I have to say something. *smile* I love your blog!

It has been another day filled with sunshine, but I haven't accomplished much. I had planned to clean the car. Oh well, rain is predicted the weekend so I guess I would be defeating the purpose. I thought about taking down the tree, (No I haven't taken down my tree, yet) I wanted to keep it up until we had "Christmas" with my sister and my BIL. He is home from Iraq for two weeks. He has a lot of plans. Taking a trip to NY is one of them. I will post more about them later and with pictures, of course!

Just A Funny

While browsing through some of my pictures that I took with my new camera, (can't tell I like it, huh?) I found this:





This is my neice, daughter, and mother-in-law. She, mil, was not clowning! I kid you not! The camera actually caught her in "transition." Hmmm.... I don't know, maybe it was just funny to me. Oh, and the juice cup belongs to Nathan. Nothing stronger than apple juice. I can affirm this!

Stewardship

While driving down the highway today, I was thinking about the weather. It is sooo nice and sunny here and in the high 60's. Very enjoyable, except that it is December! I fully intended to blog about it when I got home, but Anita beat me to it! She brought up some interesting points. It gave me something to think about. Am I a good steward? Most people associate stewardship with money only. It is more than that. We are to be good stewards over children, time, homes, and many other things that God has entrusted us with. Thanks Anita, for reminding me.

When I started to blog, I thought of it as not ammounting to much. Just something that I would do as a "creative" outlet. Something that no one else would ever read. Boy, was I wrong! I have met a wonderful "family" that I look forward to "visiting" everyday. I am convicted, inspired, and made to smile. You are my sisters in Christ and I am thankful for you.

A Christmas Story

It started out as a routine trip to the atm a couple of days before Christmas. The skies were overcast and the rain stayed steady just enough to keep the wipers on. The boy in the back was about 12 years old and was constantly chattering about the upcoming celebration to his parents. His excitement of the pending Christmas holidays was hard to contain.

Upon pulling into the parking-lot with the atm, (it isn't a drive-up) a young man was noticed. He was standing under the shelter of the atm pushing buttons. As the family sat in the car waiting their turn, the young man pulled out his wallet and turned his back to block their view of his transaction. He made all the motions of placing cash in his wallet and then he pulled out "his" umbrella. An umbrella that appeared to have been discarded by a previous owner and started walking away. He was not driving an automobile, in fact, he was not driving anything at all. He was walking. Men are usually walking in this part of town, and are looking for hand-outs, but there was something different about this one. He was not dressed shabbily, nor did he look unshaven. Just the opposite. He was dressed in a shirt that actually matched his slacks and he looked groomed. Not that he was gotten close enough to discern if he had bathed, but he looked as if he would have, if given the opportunity.

The father in the suv got out and walked up to the atm to retrieve his cash for the days journey leaving his son to chatter on with the mother. The mother listened with one ear, as she was more concerned with the previous customer. There was something about this young man that couldn't be shaken. She watched him make his way down the highway toward the fast-food restaurants at the intersection. "Lord, she thought, are you trying to tell me something about this young man? What is it?"

The father soon returns and a conversation begins. As they drive out of the parking lot, the mother knows she has to do something, but what? She has never made it a habit to give cash to the "beggars" but she has been known to buy them something to eat if they ask. Herein the other dilema, he hasn't asked for anything. How was she going to convince the father that she "has" to do something for this stranger? Almost whispering, she began " I feel like we need to do something for that man." She didn't have to explain which man, the father already knew. They had both watched, as he pretended to place withdrawn cash in his wallet, but neither one had said a word about until now. Mother knew that "THE FATHER" had been working on the father, as well as herself. They were in agreement. They drove until they spotted him again as he had passed all the restaurants. They caught up with him and the father rolled the window down when he got alongside him. The father extended out his hand with the cash and the suprised young man just looked at first and then asked "What is this for?" The father asked in reply "Don't you need some food?" "I sure do" he said, "I sure do" and then gratefully took the money. He didn't grab or snatch it out of his hand. His actions were gentle. The father left him with "God Bless You" as he drove away.

No words could be spoken from the mother. Tears were streaming down her face and her heart was broken. Broken for this young man who was so grateful for something she had taken for granted. Broken, wondering if he would have just one gift to open on Christmas morning. Broken because he had reminded her that our best gift is love. Love that The Father has bestowed upon us. Silently, the tears poured from her eyes. Silently, the son sat in the back. His father ask if he knew why his mother was crying. Yes, he knew, we all knew.


1 John 3:1
Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not.

Sara.....

I guess I am spam again. :(
I tried to comment, but can't.

Here's My Three!

Not one of my best photos, but they are together. This was on the drive to grandma's. I hope to share more later. Oh, By the way, my Christmas gift was a camera! The Kodak Easy Share with printer dock. I am sooo excited. Notice Nathan's hand in his hair? This is his sleepy routine.

Christmas @ Grandma's

What About Jesus?

This is the thought that has constantly been returning through the memory channels of my mind. It has been brought about from the unpacking of my small nativity this year. I started unwrapping each figure to display it and got to the last one and couldn't find baby Jesus. I picked up the box and looked in it and shook it, but no Jesus. What on earth could have happened to him?

I decided to go ahead and place the nativity on top of the curio without Jesus. Later, I begin to think about all the things associated with Christmas. The shopping, decorating, parties, baking, wrapping, I could go on and on here. And sad to say, most of these are done without Jesus! I can, and have testified to the fact of how easy it is to get so caught up in celebrating, that we *forget* the WHY.

I can easily replace the baby Jesus in a nativity, but I can never replace Jesus in my heart! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!

YAY!!

I honestly didn't meant for the gift to turn out to be a guessing game. Neat, that was just an addedbonus! Since you guys started it........



I finally got picture to load!!

Here We Go Again

I am completely aggravated!!! I have tried, without success, to post a picture and blogger continues to tell me to sign in. (Like I haven't the previous 20 times!) Any suggestions? Someone help!!!

Sara

AAAAARRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! I can't comment on your blog!!!! So, Here is my comment to you lovely Sara!

OH SARA! What a precious child! He is adorable! AND YOU! Just look at you! All cute and pregnant! Happy Birthday, Jack!

Early Christmas Present

If all goes well, I should have my Christmas present early. :) I will let you guys know for sure later! In fact, there won't be any doubt!

My Christmas Tour

I really didn't think I would try this, but here it is! Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!I never dreamed that I would participate in this considering I haven't even finished decorating for Christmas. I enjoy BooMama's Blog so much, I couldn't help myself. I am sharing just a few of my decorations and I am sad to say that I have none of the outside. I barely managed to get a few bows and greenery up before my small dinner party tonight. I am starting off with my centerpiece that I have on an "Old" cabinet that I love. Next is a pic of my table with live greenery. I took this one as an afterthought. If you look closely, you can see the remnants of the party.

This is the fireplace with the logs on. We had them on for the benefit of our gathering. (I also had the a/c on, as it was almost 70 today!)

This is my nativity on the mantel. I'm sorry about the glare.

This again, is the mantel and my nativity from a different angle.

This is a pic of one of my curios that has a small nativity that you cannot see.

This turned out blurry, but it is my dining curio. If you look close, you can see my teapots.

Last, but not least, is another pic of my tree.

I know it hasn't been much, but it is my small contribution to the tour. Be Sure to Check out BooMama for some great Christmas homes!

Merry Christmas

I wanted to share a Christmas Card with all my friends. It's beautiful, just click on link.

http://ecard.ashland.edu/2004admission/index.html

Ministry

Sometimes you see a person and can't seem to forget them. I have had the image of such come across my mind several times since Tuesday night. Our church has a Rest-Home Ministry that meets once a month at the facility a couple miles from the church. As with any program, we have the "faithful few" that always participate and then we have the ones that want to, but can't always find the time to fit it in. Ahem....I being one of the latter and ashamed of it. The decision had been made to try to give all the residents Christmas gifts that consisted of personal care items. Unbeknowst to many, these particular residents must furnish their own. Shampoo, soap, lotion, kleenex, powder, toothpaste, are the ones we decided to supply.

With it being the Christmas season and wanting to share the love of Christ, I decided to put aside all the other "little" things that I usually let hinder me from going. With the gifts packed and loaded, we were on our way. Beautiful Christmas decorations greeted us upon entering the doors. We made our way into the Day or Rec room to set up the musical equipment to begin our service. Two or three residents had already gathered and patiently waited.

The service opened with prayer. We had our Christmas songs typed out and ready to sing. A few more residents begin to drift in upon hearing the singing. Oh how they love to hear singing! After a couple of songs, we took a break from singing for the pastor to bring the word. We resumed singing and the many tables began to fill up quickly. Several of them sang along, clapping their hands as best as they could. Others just sat there with no emotion. I feel sadness for these and can't help but wonder what they have endured through the years. I wonder how many visits they get from family. From anyone.

One lady in the group stood out. She must have been at least seventy years of age and proud of it. Her white hair was clean and styled. Her makeup had been applied with much care and age appropriate, I might add. She was beautiful. Where others sat in gowns, robes, or whatever else they were comfortable in, she was dressed in a thoughtfully chosen outfit. In my opinion, she was not allowing circumstances to control her actions. She was not conforming to the image of "rest-home resident." I came not expecting to recieve anything, but left with so much more than I could have imagined. This beautiful lady blessed me, and I am humbled

Recipe

This is actually a candy recipe that is VERY easy!

12 ounces of butterscotch morsels (you can use milk chocolate or white chocolate as well)
1 cup of cocktail peanuts
1 cup of La Choy noodles

Melt morsels in microwave safe container. Add nuts and noodles. Stir until well coated. Make pieces whatever size you want. Usually about the same size as chocolate fudge. Place on wax paper to cool.

See, I told you it is easy. Now for MY cookies. This one is easy too!

I use the large roll of Pillsbury sugar cookies. I roll them out and use cookies cutters for my Christmas shapes, sprinkle with sugar BEFORE I bake, and voila! I like the easy, but after seeing some of the other recipes, I may have to break down and bake some of these. They sound too yummy not to!

This And That

OK, being the techno savvy person that I am, *smiling* I finally figured it out. I *had* to switch over to the Beta version of blogger. It seems that I was using the original and since it was working for me, I saw no need to switch. I think my mistake was when I decided to click on the link adveritsing the Beta version. After taking the tour I was given the option of clicking on the NO THANKS link. Well, obviously they didn't mean it. I found myself unable to comment on any post after the tour. Sara, I am so glad you can comment now. I have missed you too! I will be back (hopefully) with a recipe. I think I am going to tinker around and see what "new" options I have with Beta. If any of you have discovered some great little options, please let me know.

What's Up?

I don't know what is going on, but I have tried to comment on blogs tonight and can't. Maybe it is just blogger. Anyway, Beth, I pray the children will be better soon. Lisa, praying for Molly, and please keep us updated. Anita, cookie recipe idea sounds great. Denise, I hope you are feeling better. Allison, your little pic is so cute! I don't really have time to blog, but you know how it is. Addictive. I have so many other things that I need to do. Oh, Beth is right about us needing to support our fellow blogger Shannon(Rocks In My Dryer). She was behind at the last count. We can vote once a day. I'm off to get something done!

My Tree

Just thought I would share a pic of my tree. I am trying to get a few other things decorated. I am planning to have a few friends over this weekend for a small Christmas gathering. It's amazing all the dust and other things I see that need to be cleaned now. Things I had not noticed before. Guess I have been too busy being "Mom"

I couldn't resist!

I was reading some scripture tonight and noticed something that made me smile. The word tells us that there is nothing new under the sun. I do believe that, but the Lord gives us proof all the time. Just so you know, this is for fun, but pay attention to the punctuation in this verse:
Matthew 6:32 KJV
32(For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.

Did you see the :)? Iknow, I know, but I had to do it. *smile*

Wise Men

My pastor made such an impact with this statement, "The wisemen were not wise because of experience, they were wise because they were searching for Jesus!" I had not thought about it in that way before. He was also speaking of us, a people getting "so caught up" in Christmas without "worshipping" Jesus. It's true. It's not something intended, but I have been guilty of *preparing* for Christmas. Lord forgive me. He also stated that when the wisemen found Him, they fell down and worshipped Him. A part of that woship was also giving as the one when He gave ALL his gold, one, frankencinse, and one myrh. The point being, giving All that we have.

This was probably only for me this day and I receive it. I am grateful for a heavenly father that will gently let us know that we are losing focus and to *look upon Him* He is the one I want to please. Yes, He's the One.

Lights!

Yay for me! I finally got the lights on the tree tonight! It took me awhile. It wasn't an easy task as I had Nathan sifting through the ornament boxes and pulling out beads, hooks, and the likes. Having to stop and re-direct his attention put me behind, but wore him out sooner than I expected. It wasn't long before he had that sleepy time look on his face and a wisp of his hair in his fingers. This is his usual bedtime ritual and one that I am happy to see. He was out in no time, giving me a little peace before having to clean up all the strewn boxes. I think that is on reason I dread pulling everything out. I know it will be up to me to get it all back in one place and tidy up. Whew! Like I don't have enough to do! Ahhh, but how "homey" it is and quiet right now without my little man running through here. I tried to teach him that once the ornaments went on the tree, we do not take them off to play with them. I'll let you know later if it was a lesson learned.


As I was fixing my "new" hair today, I thought of a wonderful weightloss idea. I was thinking if I would take a photo of myself in that tight, plastic cap, and post it on the fridge and in my wallet, it might detour some of my UNnecessary "chewing of the chocolate" What 'cha think?

How Many Days???

Since I can't post a picture of my tree, (I'm sorry, it is in a box somewhere) I decided to post a candle. It is festive looking I think.




I don't think I have ever been this late putting up my tree. We are now out of the twenty-something days, to the teens. I am behind schedule and can't seem to catch up. Why is it when one plan seems to fall apart, it lays the foundation for the next one to come unwrangled? Now that I think about it, my week pretty much started off in that manner. I can remember thinking to myself Sunday afternoon, " I should have stayed home." I have learned to repeat this phrase to no one except myself,(and under my breath, only then) unless I want to start a battle of the bands with my DH. In the essence of the season, I prefer "peace on earth" and definitely "goodwill toward men."

I have a hair appointment today and can't sleep tonight. I want something different. I am at that age that long hair is too "young" for me and short hair is too "old" for me. Besides the fact that neither perform the slimming ability that I desire! If only I could exit from the establishment with a complete body makeover! I mean, c'mon, we're been sending people to the moon for years now and we're no closer to have a fat reducing device developed? It's just depressing to go in and have that plastic cap strapped on my head and realize the full reality of my "full" facial features. Very unattractive without hair. I will continue the cycle of looking at the "Hair" mags and decide on one, only to "chicken out" at the last minute. Yeah, just give me my old dirty blonde. I actually prefer it over the gray.

It's finally cool enough for me to enjoy my tea! In case ya'll didn't know, I love hot tea. It is one of my most favorite things. Of course weather has no bearing on if I drink it or not. Orange spice is definitely a favorite choice. I found a new brand at Cracker Barrel. It was packaged in a tin. I usually buy the ones in boxes, but saw this and wanted to try. I'm glad I did. It's not too strong. I usually indulge my addition after the family is in bed for the night. It helps me to relax and in some way it is a comfort to me. I don't have many friends that share my love for hot tea. Most like plain old iced tea. Don't get me wrong, I am as southern as they are. I like ice tea also, and drink it as well, but there's something about a pot of tea and delicate tea cup that brings out the southern belle in me. Since I also collect tea pots, I can use different ones depending on what type of mood I'm in.

I wanted to get my tree up tonight, but that has been a failure. I did, however, get my festive candle arrangement atop my table. I went to one of my fave arts and crafts place and picked out the little do dads that I needed and voila! My Christmas centerpiece is born! I lit the candle and stood by and watched Nathan. He was amazed and wanted to blow out the candle after thirty minutes. I can handle that better as opposed to him trying to pull it off the table. I think this is one of the reasons I haven't been more diligent in getting the tree up. I know it is going to be a battle with Nathan and the ornaments. Ahh the joys of motherhood. I love my little man. He sure keeps me busy.

Soul Searching

I wanted to come on tonight and post about my great weekend, but I have other things going on inside my heart and mind. I am being confronted with feelings that I thought were long gone. Feelings of anger and unforgiveness. I was hurt so deeply by someone, (believer) that I didn't know if I would ever get over it, but through much prayer, (for them as well as myself,) I thought I had lain it to rest. Not because they had ask for my forgiveness, they didn't, but I know that as a christian, I have to forgive anyway, right? Believe me, it was a struggle, but I want to cleave to what I know is right and not reward evil for evil.

Here I am tonight twelve years later, yes, twelve years and I have questions. Questions that have been brought to the surface because I had a face to face encounter with her tonight. I guess you could tell by the twelve year comment that I haven't seen or talked to her in that period of time. I had gone to a Christmas Cantata at another church to support one of my friends. She had a solo and after all she has endured in the past year or so, I wanted to be there for her. The church was almost full to capacity, but even with all the hundreds of faces in the crowd, I saw her!


I continued to enjoy the cantata without letting that bother me. I had actually "psyched" myself up to be cordial and natural as possible in the event our paths crossed at the finale. Well, so much for the psych. Our paths did cross. I thought I was doing great. I made it a point to speak to her as casually as I could and tried to keep walking in the passing. It didn't work. She had to turn around and come back. The fact that I even spoke to her may have been the motivation for that action. I had been smiling up to the point that she tried to hug me. I didn't push her away, neither did I show any outward emotion. It was all inside, not anger, but I just didn't want a hug from her. And that bothers me. If I truly have forgiven her, why did I not welcome her embrace? I was so sure the infraction was in the past. Tonight has stirred up many ponderings.

I Will Be Away.....

Just wanted to let everyone know it will take awhile to finish. I will be busy tonight with a Christmas party. And tomorrow, I am supposed to be out of town. As Anita noted, this is one of those things that does take time to post. I did want to share because of the testimony of Christ. He is amazing! Peace and Love to All.

Part lll

I just want to go back a few minutes to the trip on the way over to the house. DD and beau were riding in separate vehicle and I had called her cell phone for something. I could hear chiming in the background and actually wondered why I always heard this chime when I talked to them while they were in his vehicle. Call me slow sometimes, but it hit me.... this was the seatbelt chime. So I asked if beau had on belt and of course the answer was no. Why not? I asked this question much to dd's dismay. Well since I heard this same chime whenever I talked to them, it only meant one thing, he never wears a seatbelt! Talk about aggravated, but it gets better. After they pass us, Yes. After. They. Pass. Us. I notice that DD isn't wearing one either!!
Cell phone:Rinnnnnggggg!!
DD: Hello
Me: Why don't you have your seatbelt on?
Keep in mind we are on a long, country road that speedster is flying down.
DD: silence and then nostril blowing........grrr....she knows I hate that!
Me: You better put your seatbelt on.....(and then I had to add) You're not married yet!
DD: OK (probably thinking, I'll be glad when I am)
I could not believe this. Our state has a seatbelt law and besides being totally irresponsible, she was breaking the law. (Of course I shared these facts with her) I wanted to add this to show an example of her changing behavior. She was not the same loving daughter that I normally had such a good, open relationship with.

Pulling into the church parking lot the next morning was something. There seemed to be quite a few people there. Now those of you with toddlers that don't
leave them in the nursery, know what it's like to have to make your way down to the front of the church looking for seating. I normally try to stick near the back with baby in case we need to go out. At least until they are older. That's the only time I like to be in the rear. I am normally an upfront girl.
The morning sermon was really good, but I just don't remember what it was about now. What I do remember is after the message, the pastor asked for everyone to come forward to the altar for a time of prayer. Since I was already near the front, this wasn't going to be so hard. I made my way to the front and out of the corner of my eye, I saw my DD coming as well. I don't have to tell you how this quickened my heart. In that same moment, I noticed a dear saint with her arm around DD. She was also coming to the altar. She made her way near me and asked me to come over to them. She wanted to pray for DD. I have to add here that this particular lady was not aware of the engagement until earlier this very morning of which I am speaking of and I had not spoken to her about this at all. She looked at me and said "You know what this is about" She then looked at DD and said to her "This is not the will of God for your life. He is not the one God has for you." DD began to cry, as well as myself.

Part ll

This may take three posts. I don't know. As I stated earlier, I was very uneasy about the upcoming wedding date and I was praying for divine intervention if it was not the will of God for DD. ( I was convinced in my own mind) Some of you may remember my post about lunch with the prospective groom's mother. I had made it clear that day that I had repeatedly stated to DD and beau, that at ANY time either of them felt that they should not go through with it, NOT TO! At the time, she, (prospective groom's mother)also agreed. I came to find out that she felt differently later.
One afternoon, (Thursday) as I was driving toward home, my heart was so heavy. I just could not get the peace of God about this wedding. I soooo wanted to. After all, this is my only daughter and it is such a special occassion. How could I not share everyone else's joy. I could not turn loose of all the thoughts that were invading my heart and mind. "God," I prayed, "I need someone that will join with me and pray." I meant totally agree with me in prayer, but who. I was afraid to try to confide in anyone else about my doubts and fears. I knew it would have to be someone that was not close to the situation. Finally I made it home, opened the door and came in. Not long after getting comfortable on the sofa, my phone rang. I looked at the caller Id, it was not a local number. I cautiously answered the phone and was pleasantly suprised. It was a female aqaintance I had not spoken with in over a year. She usually comes into town once a year, but she was letting me know that she wasn't coming this time. She thought this was the only reason she called, I knew differently. We talked a few minutes and she asked how the family was. I told her that DD was getting married. She knew that I was troubled over this. Now pay attention to what she said to me. "I am going agree with you for divine intervention if this is not the Lord's will for her." Well, at the time, I didn't even comprehend the magnitude of what she had said, but later it dawned on me. This is what I had asked God for, someone to agree with me for this very thing! He is awesome, I tell you!
Well, I can't explain the peace I felt about the situation after this. I had the peace of God. *smile* Seeing things through the natural eye, nothing had changed, but I was changed inside. I knew that He had everything under control.
Saturday morning was one filled with things to do. DD wanted to show me the house she wanted, plus, the final bridesmaid fittings were to be done. We were off to an early start and went by the bridal shop first. DD's gown had not yet been altered and I was going to make a payment on it. Well, I never got around to doing that with all the other girls trying on their dresses and being pinned. I am so glad I didn't either. (I'll explain that later) We were off from here and on to the cute little house the pair planned to live in after the wedding. His mother and sister met us over there. I have left so many things out to shorten this, really I have, but it is still long. I am going to publish this for now and take a break.

RE: Story

I haven't forgotten. I just don't have time to continue right now. I hope to finish later this evening or tonight. I have some things I have to take care of, and sadly enough, I can't fit blogging in right now. :(

The Wedding Story

Some of my friends have been wondering (Sara) how the wedding planning is going. I am going to post an update which may take two posts.

As you may know, Amanda was to get married December 16. As the date was closely approaching, so was my mounting concern. I was starting to notice things that I hadn't before. My daughter seemed to be changing right before my eyes. I no longer felt the passion from her as she sang on the praise team. I felt she was there out of obligation more than anything else. This crushed me. Why was this happening? I tried to brush it off as "mother's jitters", but I couldn't shake the uneasiness I felt in my spirit. I started to confide in one of my friends about my fears, but she cut me off before I could. She was sooo happy about the pending nuptials, how could I not be? The pair seemed perfect for each other. ( I had thought that once) Not that I don't like the prospective groom, I do,(did) but I didn't like what was being revealed. What's more, I couldn't talk to Darling Daughter (will refer to her as DD for the rest of the story) about it as she would "strap" on her invisible helmet and get defensive. Now, what is a mother to do? Well, being that our weapons are not carnal, I did what any mother would do in my position, being prompted by the spirit of God. I begin to pray for divine intervention.
Time to get ready for church. Part 11 later.

"I Won't Let Commercialism Spoil My Christmas"

Ahhh,there's nothing like watching Charlie Brown Christmas to warm your heart. I think it came on a little earlier this year. A Christmas story about the actual meaning of Christmas! How rare is that? I listened as Charlie Brown told the Christmas story and thought "Wow, you don't hear about "the angel Of the Lord" too much on secular television." I also thought how wonderful God is to allow His word to go worth even in a society that is bent on trying to rid the world of Him. I have to smile at this. Another thought was on the children that would be watching that have never heard about the birth of our saviour and would be able to receive the simplicity of it. We serve a mighty God I tell you!

It's Amazing.......

Hah! What do you know? This blog is still here even though it has been about a year! I decided to come back and try it again over here. Besides that, I have friends here and I can't comment on some of their blogs without being a user. I hated to leave FP, but I just couldn't seem to get the hang of it. I kept getting some type of error each time I tried to post. Oh well, Life goes on. It was nice coming back here. I need to update my profile and some other things, hopefully I can get that done later. Just wanted to sign in and check it out! Look out guys, I may be back after all!! *Grin*