My parents were a team, my mother stayed at home and raised us. My father worked a difficult job and neither one ever complained. Today all we hear is complaining.
Recently two women I know lost their fathers. Both women were estranged from them. Both went to see them before they passed away. The first women complained she tried to reconcile and he would not budge. But I see him in her bullying others as she always said he bullied her. Everything is about herself, never once does she stop to think maybe someone she is hurling insults at may be suffering as much as she says she was hurting when she could not have children. They may have a difficult job and work hard too. Maybe they have no one to talk to. It is easy to judge. My father would always say, you better be grateful that GOD is going to judge you and not people. I am grateful. I know how many people would and have judged me. It is a process, trying to escape such people. I find myself spending less time here on line.
The second woman reconciled. She wrote a beautiful tribute on his passing. Different women, different persepectives. One still filled with anger and bitterness. The other one filled with love and forgiveness. I want to be like the second women.
It is hard in this world today. I am so grateful my parents are at peace, resting in eternity. My goal is to be there with them and it is so hard. It is so hard to be kind when others lash out at you. It is hard to be quiet when you want to yell and scream. This world is cruel, it is hard and yet once and awhile you meet a kind soul. Those are the moments and memories you treasure.
I am so thakful for my husband. He is my rock. Logical, smart, kind, always looking for the good. Sometime he says when you share your heart and others won't listen sometime it is better to simply walk away and pray for them.
Recently, Holly, who received a a clean bill of health on her leukemia disgnosis, said how do you like your bacon cooked!? I said I love crispy bacon. She chuckled and said, I don't like it too crispy. I said, see how different we are! It would be so boring to be exactly like everyone else.
We are living in difficult times. There are those that want us all to be the same. Like good little soldiers or maybe robots. GOD never intened for us to all be the same. That is why He created each person from one unique mold. Then He broke that mold. Have you ever met a set twins who were exactly the same? No, because they are their own unique person. How boring to think and act like everyone else.
A prayer update. Amanda had the triplets. They are in the NICU and she was sent home. But her older kiddos are loving on her. Today the triplets seemed to be better than yesterday so please pray for Nancy, Daisy and Charles. GOD is very good and He seems to be encouraging these little people to get stronger each day.
Pray for Jeff and Simone as they transition from him being a part time pastor to a full time pastor. He has left a full time job he held for a long time and they are going to become responsible for their church full time.
Pray for Holly as she keeps up with her doctor to make sure that leukemia stays away. She knows PRAYERS were answered for her and she is very grateful.
Keep praying for Jason dealing with the return of his cancer.
Baby "E" is beautiful and she is growing everyday. Her big brother is loving her.
Charlotte is getting use to new brother Jackson but prefers mom to do everything for her instead of dad.
I love praying for the little ones. They are precious little people and GOD loves them all so very much.
There are so many needing prayer. I have a huge list of widows and widowers that I pray for each day.We can all use extra prayer. So please pray.
I think about everyone here who is so kind and caring. You are my people. I am going to get over to visit day by day. We have at least 100 things we need to take care of in the next two weeks so pray please. Tomorrow we have painting day. Oh my goodness, all the hard work somehow pays off.
Life is hard, pray harder. Thanks mom for that one!
When nothing goes right....go left.
A tiny tot sad because her daddy left her to run an errand. She was very sad. This is a 100 percent Daddy's Girl. I can relate.....
