Wednesday, November 28, 2007

check this out "MOSAIC" Amy Grant , Pieces of My Life So Far!

A very Cool Friend of mine sent me a copy ! and it's a very good read!

It's like a trip down a river, the words just flow off the pages, and it takes you along for the ride. or it did me, I couldn't put it down,

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

some snow from my past!

Saturday, November 24, 2007

How time flies!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Tuesday, November 13, 2007


And to all that will be going places safe trip!

oh and don't eat to much!

take care

Saturday, November 10, 2007


Sunday Nov.11


Friday, November 09, 2007

And a Big
THANK YOU 2 OUR VETERANS , 4 all U have done and R doing!!!!!

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Was going though some stuff , trying to find something to post, and came along with this, I got this in an e-mail 3 years ago today, and the reason I know that, is on the date is was sent was on Sunday,Nov 07,2004. so to me it was a sign to post it today Wed. Nov 7, 2007!

A young, new preacher was walking with a older, more seasoned preacher in the garden one day. feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was asking the older preacher for some advice. The older preacher walked up to a rose bush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing any of the petals. The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will of God for his life and ministry. But, because of his great respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to try and unfold the rosebud while keeping every petal intact... It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was to do. Noticing the young preacher' s inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the older preacher began to recite the following poem:

It is only a tiny rosebud

A flower of God's design;

But I cannot unfold the petals

With these climsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers

Is not know to such as I.

God opens the flower so sweetly,

Then, in my hands, they die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,

The flower of God's design,

Then how can I have the wisdom

To unfold this life of mine?

So, I'll trust in him for leading

Each moment of my day.

I will look to Him for His guidance

Each step of the Pilgrim's way

The pathway the lies before me

Only my Heavenly Father Knows.

I'll trust Him to unfold the moments

Just as He unfolds the rose.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Saturday, November 03, 2007

I love to read, and sometimes I will reread a book over and over.

And each time I do, I see things that I don't catch the first time .

It stands out more the second time, well it happen this time to! I'm rereading "Breathing Grace" and there this one part that jumped out to me. "God's grace does not always apppear as soft rose petaled comfort. sometimes grace touches us with a loving hand of pain.

When Christ's hand reaches out to guide us through a valley of pain, look carefully at the hands that are holding our's His hands are scarred etched with evidence of pain. The hands of the Creator of the universe carrys the wounds of love for his children. They are the scares of grace"

since I have been here in blogland , I have met,a lot of people that live with pain, day ~in~day~out . and this made me think of them, They do it with Grace!

Friday, November 02, 2007

Read this ,this morning and it is soooo true!
"God loves you tenderly.
what He gives you is not
to be kept under lock and key,
but to be shared"
Mother Teresa

Thursday, November 01, 2007

a new day, a new month.