Its Only Werds...

Ok, so here we go. This is Part I of the post I mentioned a few posts ago -- that thing I felt on my heart to share but was hesitant because of concerns blah blah blah....forgetaboutit. He said share, I share. 

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First, I thank God for the message that helps me grow. Second, I thank God for friends in this blog community that share life experiences as believers, using the message as our guide. This post is dedicated to a post put up by one of you. Thanks, Brother Farley, for the jump-start!

Let me help you get dressed in the morning. (More)

The Generational Sin Thing

 What was on my mind when I posted that challenge? I was thinking about my life in regards to my children, which often causes me to reflect on my own life and relationship to my parents. Some have said that I am a good mom. But I shudder at those comments, as my adult children are amazing IN SPITE OF ME. The enemy is faithful to remind me of the many shortcomings and failures in my life that I have PARADED in front of my children.  (More)

thank you all so much for your tremendous outpouring in my "bitterness" posts and contributions to my studying of "gen-sin". i promise to reply to you all individually and collectively with the point of my gen-sin post asap.

 please -- cramming for anatomy / physiology AND 750 werds due saturday.

tough to get this all done when working 9 - 5. as a matter of fact, the fact that i posted those at all tells you i took study time to do so. honestly, this old brain takes alotta revvin' if you know what i mean and i have to do some of this anatomy/physiology multiple times for it to sink in. any way -- i posted so as not to forget and to get your input for me to respond to later. actually, the reason i stated in the gen-sin post to post up in your blogs and let me read was to avoid making you feel snubbed. i truly appreciate your scripture refs and have good reason and a little write coming to 'splain, k 'ricky'? (if you know what i mean, we're that age together!)

love, hugs and pleas of patience

~L~

. . . Generational Sin. Any takers? See  (More)

we ARE fearfully and WONDERFULLY made, gosh.

(studying anatomy and physiology for RN degree) FOURTEEN BONES IN THE FACE ALONE? All working together to do face things?!?!?!?!

 i'm in even more awe.

be blessed, i am studying furiously.

They deny that sis was conceived before they got married. We knew, sis found something when we were young that said so. So what. But that lends itself to a reason for they way things went. . .

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As I sat listening to the words, I prayed silently for others who heard them, that they would take them to heart and erase bitterness from their lives. I thought of all the hurting people I knew who were bitter and asked God to bless them with this knowledge as well. I thought of all the "grumpy" people I know who would rather tear you apart than work through a conflict. Anger at work, within familes and even within the congregation at times seemed to spring from someone who was at odds with the world. The words kept coming and I prayed silently for those who are surely hurting inside and that hurt has turned to bitterness; that bitterness has manifested itself with a dark countenance, an unpleasant attitude; a seeming anticipation of the next opportunity to lash out at someone and hurt them. My heart was aching and breaking. (More)

le'ssee...we've covered "who am i?" and "what am i doing here?" and now, i share "what is my passion?"

What am i DOING here?

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(FAIR WARNING: THIS IS AN AUTO-STARTING SLIDE SHOW WITH SOUND.

IT IS LOUD AND MAY NOT SUIT EVERYONE'S TASTE...)

With thanks to (in order of appearance): my nephew Tylar looking at lightening; my daughter at work; a child in my Sunday School class; my nephew Jeffery as a baby doing "speak no evil"; my nephew Chip at his FFA awards banquet; my sister Leslie in a fountain (puddle stomping!); my neice Donya; my neice Erin on third base; my baby (and only) brother Larry; my nephew Jaymes and neice Erin; my baby son Jeremy; same son on a mission trip to North Dakotah on a propane tank; my late friend Julie who lived out loud and worshipped in complete and total freedom -- she was the "poster child" for one of Billy Graham's crusade's; my live-out-loud son Joe; Joe's girl Hannah Lynn; same Joe rafting guide on Ocoee River; same Joe as a baby with cousin Mike; myownself holding a baby pig; my sister-in-law on the tractor pulling my sister in a wagon, much to the shock and horror of their kids; baby birds that nested at work (story to come); Jess and Tim who helped me hold a flounder; myPatti's granddaughter Shelby; Nate, son of my sister's foster daughter; Julia, daughter of our band's drummer; Jaymes; my brother and his wife; praising hands of Julie; a soldier who was a live statue at the traveling Vietnam Wall; my daughter Jessie with her pup; a boy at a car show; a soldier at the traveling Vietnam Wall before flag salute; kids one, two and three who i puddle-stomped with during the steel drum band performance at Miami, Oxford.