Saturday, February 27, 2010


This Heartlight blew me over! It's a great one, my friends ... I have goosebumps from the effect of these powerful words and just an awesome thought and prayer!


My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth. 
~1 John 3:18


"Talk is cheap!" "You can tell me with your words, but I'll show it with my life." "Put your life where your mouth is." We know the slogans; now let's love in truth. In a world where barter has replaced sacrificial and steadfast love, let's go against the grain and truly love in our words and actions.


Sacrificial Father, I confess to you that at times I am selfish. Other times my intentions are good but my follow through and faithfulness are lacking. Use your Spirit to empower and enable me to be what I hope to become to your glory. May your love be seen in my actions of genuine concern today. I pray this in Jesus name. Amen.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Reading, Reading, Reading!

First, to let you know that I posted several items this morning, so if you have time, read all of today's!

Second, I am reading, reading, reading - I have set my goal to read ALL of my favorite bloggers' sites today and I'm truly enjoying it!



An enemy is a danger, but the danger is not what he can do to you. It is what he makes you do. If he fills you with envy, malice, hatred and all uncharitableness, he has done you real harm. But you can prevent that. Pray for him. If you say you cannot trust him, then watch and pray. But you cannot hate a man you pray for.

~E. S. Waterhouse


In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

Proverbs 3:6, The King James Version


It's a great pity that things weren't so arranged that an empty head, like an empty stomach, wouldn't let its owner rest until he had put something in it.



The new proposed healthcare reform bill consists of 2,700 pages! How many of you believe your Congressmen and Representatives have read EVERY page, or will before bringing it to a vote? Do YOU believe that the ones you have elected to represent YOU and YOUR interests will read and comprehend 2,700 of legal mombo and vote as the people who elected them would want?

Consider that those elected to represent you will likely not read the bill in its entirety, but depend on the opinions and heresay of their constituents.  How can you let your elected officials know how you feel about the bill unless you also read all 2,700 pages? 

Without reading it, I feel safe in saying that it is chock-full of more favoritism, behind closed doors deals and pork-barrel spending by our country's leaders. Our President is intent on wearing them down, and many will be voting just to be rid of the "nuisance" that has been created and set before them. This does not serve any of us, Democrat or Republican, as we are given to expect and are guaranteed under the Constitution of the United States of America.

What I observe is more finger-pointing and propoganda aimed to sway the general public, and intended to incite more bi-partisanship. Washington, D.C. is a joke! When will we cry out "TERM LIMITS" and  "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!"?




I have taught thee in the way of wisdom; I have led thee in right paths.

Proverbs 4:11, King James Version

In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.

~1 John 4:9


Love is an action. The Bible stresses this truth again and again. Love must not only be spoken, it must also be shown. The beginning of love is God. He showed his love in the most sacrificial of ways so we could know our incredible value to him. The price of our adoption was the emptying of heaven of its greatest treasure, God the Son, who is our Savior.


Loving Father, thank you for adopting me into your family. I can never thank you enough or repay you for your kindness, but please receive the service of my life as my ongoing thanksgiving for your grace and my small way of trying to share the love you have given me. Through my Brother and my Ransom I pray. Amen.


I saw this poem on Journey Deeper Into God's Word and just had to share it.  It was written by a friend of Rev. Mark, Christi Amrstrong.  It's very powerful!

Just One More

His words are dancing
all around me.
Spirit moving
deep inside me.
My heart reaching,
touching His.

“Go and find one,
bring them to me.
My broken vessels
need my arms.”

Turning focus,
of my own design,
bow to holy breath.

Mud and water,
lick my knees.
Windy raining,
battles peace.
Moving still,
I seek His face.

Dropping, praying,
eyes tight clenched.
Not my strength
but His alone
pulls me, pushing,
holding, reaching,
bringing to
His mighty throne.

grasping sacrifice.
Mercy’s beauty,
Pearl of price.
Giving one
and then another,
just one more,
I turn to go.

Seeking, finding,
one more lamb
to bring
to Holy,
healing hands.

Thursday, February 25, 2010


Just a quick post tonight .... I had a medical appointment this morning at 9 a.m.  When I left the doctor's office, I called my son and told him I was coming to spend the day.  He had a medical appointment this afternoon and was going to bring Cooper to my house.  Well, I was dressed and out so I just hit the road to Sylacauga, which is about an hour drive door-to-door.  Oh my gosh! The trip was SO worth it!!

My little Cooper was dressed in his little baby blue jeans and little, and I mean LITTLE brown shoes with velcro straps.  I got there around 11:30 and I got to spend the entire afternoon with Cooper.  JOY, JOY, JOY!  Gobs of kisses, singing to him (which sooths him; just like I did with his daddy 27 years ago), feeding him and watching him as he slept.  Oh what a beautiful blessing! 

When Kerry left for his medical appointment, I took some time to lift little Cooper and his mom and dad in prayer.  It was such an important and heartfelt thing that I had wanted to do, and God knew and He made a way.  I was drawn to go this morning; totally spontaneous.  So, what would you think?

I have made my special intentions for this little new family and trust in Him completely.

Today is also Riley Dale's 8th birthday! He is my daughter's third and the baby, which means momma is holding onto the "baby" stuff like MAJOR! He is definitely momma's boy, but he is also Mimi's boy. I called him to wish him Happy Birthday and asked him if he felt like a "man". He said, "OH YEAH!!" He's a cutie. He told me that there were 12 girls at school who like him, but that "eleven of them are just gonna have to cry" because  he has one in particular that he likes. EIGHT YEARS OLD!

Gosh, I don't think there were crushes in second grade when I was 8 ... all I can recall about second grade is that I had the most feared teacher in the school. Her name was Miss Deepert. She wore those old fashioned heels that were lace-ups. She had a short haircut, like she was in the military, she walked with definition and force, and she was short and bow-legged. I was definitely afraid of her. Now this is back in the early 60's and corporal punishment was the way of the day. When someone misbehaved in Miss Deepert's class, she called them to the front of the room, made them hold out their hand, which she grabbed a bent backwards. She then slapped the palm with an 18 inch ruler. Yep. I saw many a girl cry and many a boy who wanted to but managed to hold it in.

The doctor wanted to do a cholesterol test with fasting. My levels before, which were not taken during a fast, were pretty excessive. HDL was 400+ and my tryglicerates (sp?) were 545!! YIKES!! Those are the good ones and they are not supposed to be above 199. I have some work to do and I'm back on Zocor. It is definitely in the gene pool, this much we know, but I could improve it with a good diet and some regular exercise.

Looks like I'm now at that crossroads where I either take a lot of pain to take care of my health, or I ignore it and probably die earlier. Which path would you take? Yep, I want to live and be healthy, so I begin tomorrow. All I've had to eat today is a bowl of Cheerios and that was dinner! That's how I take care of myself! UGH!

New dishwasher arrives tomorrow - YAY! And I promise I will be back to posting my Heartlight and This Day's.

Sending much LOVE and wishes for PEACE all around this great big world! Can you feel it?

Wednesday, February 24, 2010


I was going to say, "I love this" and then wondered if that would be redundant???


We love him, because he first loved us.

~1 John 4:19


It's all very simple. God is love. He is love's origin, example, and architect. I love because he loved me first. I know how to love because he has demonstrated it. I can love because he made me in his likeness and to share his character. He is the fountain, the motivation, and the pinnacle of love. I love because he does, first, last, and always.


God of comfort, thank you for comforting me with your love. Just as a child learns from parents how to do so many things, I want to learn to love as you do: sacrificially, selflessly, and submissively so that others may know that they do not have to earn
your love, only receive it. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


THIS DAY'S . . .

How amazing that I received this wonderful writing by Mother Teresa from This Day's Thought!


Being happy with God now means:

Loving as he loves,

Helping as he helps,

Giving as he gives,

Serving as he serves,

Rescuing as he rescues,

Being with him twenty-four hours,

Touching him in his distressing disguise.

~Mother Teresa


For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith- and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God, not by works, so that no one can boast.

~Ephesians 2:8-9, The New International Version


I decided to take up Jennifer at Conversion Diary on some of her suggested reading material for Lent.  Today, I received "He Leadeth Me" by Fr. Walter J. Cisjek, S.J.  I am very excited and can't wait to begin reading, but I do not want to start until I have the solitude and quiet that I need to concentrate.

Today was doctor day.  Thursday will also be doctor day.  Today, I saw my rheumatologist.  We discussed that when I was in Texas caring for my mother, my knees became so painfully inflamed.  They were swollen and I could not bend down to a squatting position.  I am unable to lean on the kneelers at Mass either; that is upsetting, but I imagine God knows all about my capabilities, or the lack thereof.

Dr. T. is doing a LOT of blood work; I think she filled about six different color vials.  I can't wait to learn the outcome of this testing, which should come on Friday.  They also x-rayed my hands and feet to be sure there was nothing other than the arthritis going on there.  Don't you love a doctor who is pro-active?  One who checks every possible situation to rule out any that might be worrisome (since I am such a worrier, not to mention that I am supposed to give up worry for Lent).  The purpose of all these tests is to be sure there is no kind of infection in my body (hence the CBC vial), and to rule out rhematoid arthritis.  Yes, it's a worry.  And Dr. T. was kind enough to notice my anxiety and reassure me that since we are already on a regimen of medication for osteo-arthritis, we would be in good shape even if the worst were revealed.  The identity of the other four vials of blood are a mystery . . .

Driving back from southside, I couldn't decide where to go or what to do.  I decided to go to the fabric store, but ended up at Sears where I purchased a new dishwasher for our abode . . . ours' died over the weekend and repairs would have been more than what I paid for this new one.  Now, do I go to the fabric store and buy what's needed to make the roman shades for Cooper's room?  Nah!  He's not even sleeping in there yet.  What to do?  My car made the left turn and headed for the interstate.  Now what?

I ended up heading for Zaxby's for one of those Zensation salads! WOW!  Have you had one of these?  They are SO delicious!  BUT, before I got to Zaxby's, I remembered a consignment shop that was on my way, SOOOO, I spent about an hour browsing in there.  Of this particular shop, as I browsed, I kept hearing in my head "these people sure do think a lot of their 'stuff'!"  Everything I liked was priced ridiculously high, so I left empty-handed.  THAT is rare!

Being honest, I will confirm that I could see hubbsy standing over me with his arms crossed each and every time I picked up an item and longed to purchase it.  Maybe I should let him know when he gets in from work that I actually went to a consignment mall an did not purchase on solitary thing!  Trust me; it's a rare occasion.  That'll make his day ... for about two minutes, then life as normal.

That has been my day.  I am to put ice on my knees because of the injections Dr. T. gave me to calm down my arthritis.  I'll live and I refuse to give in to this.  I'm still a very young woman, too young to allow such maladies to get me down.  My recumbent bicycle is in a box on my porch, having been delivered today.  As soon as hubbsy puts it together, I can exercise to my heart's content.  Aside from Aqua therapy, this is the only other that has zero impact on my bones.  Also, um, well, okay, being honest .... the scales at the doc's office showed a few pounds more than the last time AND I HAVE BEEN FASTING EVERY DAY FOR A WEEK!  How can this be?  It's distresssing . . . and I cannot get over it . . . yes, I pray about my weight.  I pray all of the time, and I have periods of anxiety, usually when I'm trying to dress to go out and everything I put on shows how much weight I have gained.  So there is the paradox ... do I take my meds and accept the weight gain, or do I forego the meds, lose some weight (MAYBE) and live in pain and suffering?  That should be an easy choice, right?

Hope you are having (or have had) a truly blessed day!

Monday, February 22, 2010


When I received these from a good friend of mine, I just could not resist posting them in gentle protest of our regime of "leaders" (I use that term lightly) - both in The White House and in Congress.  I applaud Sen. Evan Bayh, D-Ind., who announced last week that he would not seek re-election.  He went on to say that Congress is not doing what it is supposed to be doing - that is, working for the people. I can only dream of how many should follow in his footsteps in both parties! Politics consists of a lot of massagination of egos and one-upmanship, at the expense of Americans.  Enjoy the funnies; I did!



There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.

1 John 4:18


What is there to fear since God sent his Son to die to redeem us? What is there to fear since we cannot be separated from the love God has for us in Christ Jesus? What is there to fear except ourselves, and God has poured his Spirit into our hearts to reassure us and strengthen us in our weakness! As we love God and his children, we are reminded of his love for us which is far better than our meager love for others. Rather than run from him in fear, we bow before him in thanks knowing that he who hears our prayers is also he who loves us and yearns to calm our fears.


Loving Father, thank you that I can reverence you without fearing your wrath. Thank you that I can revere your word and yet not be terrified with my inadequacies. May your love in me produce a closer likeness to your holiness, righteousness, justice and mercy than all the laws, threats, and judges combined. I pray in the mighty name of Jesus, who ransomed me from sin and poured out his love upon me. Amen.


God wants you to know ...

... that tomorrow you will harvest the seeds you sow today.

What kind of seeds do you need to sow today, so tomorrow turns into the dream you have always wanted?


This sounds a lot like something that my dearly departed Grandmother would say to me.  As in "you reap what you sow" was drilled into me with respect to, if you're mean to somebody, then you are going to feel the repercussions of your actions at some point, sooner or later.

Thankfully, by the Grace of our Heavenly Father, I am not the same lady that I was, say, 10 years ago, or even yesterday, for that matter.  Every day brings new excitement from the verses that I read that I have never before read, to hearing a bird chirping outside the window and my mind wandering to springtime and how near it is, to amazing me how the scriptures I read on other blogs seem to apply just to me over 2,000 years after the Bible was written.

I have to give roses here: I began my blog about three years ago (I think) on blogspot, having had another blog elsewhere that became ruined by stalkers.  I couldn't find my niche on my blog.  I read other blogs and saw how funny some of my friends were in their writing about their day-to-day activities.  In person, people say how funny I am and how I make them laugh, but I could not put it down on paper.  It has to be spontaneous.

When I began reading my Bible and chose to seek a way of life that would bring me closer to the Father and Christ, the Son, I also sought out blogs that would lift me spiritually.  I sought out other Catholics, to be specific, and my life was forever changed for the better.  I enjoy reading the blogs of my blogger friends . . . they have become family to me and I depend on them.  I know that they are going to give me the best advice, or just a hello or a comment on what they liked about a particular post.  THANK YOU, MY FRIENDS.  You are a great blessing.

Sunday, February 21, 2010


My daughter invited me to dinner on Thursday evening. She had mad Chinese food from scratch. It was so delicious, especially the homemade spring rolls! Thank you my sweet daughter.

Over dinner, I was privileged to indulge in dinner conversation with three of my grandchildren. It brought back a lot of memories of when my own children were small, only now, as a grandmother, I feel that I am more patient and attentive.

Part of that conversation was "what are you giving up for Lent?" Of course, the children named candy, chocolate and the like. Then, my sweet middlest grandson, Bailey, asked me, "so what are you giving up, Mimi?" I was proud that he asked and I dove into my sacrafices of "worry" and "complaining". Bay's response was, "uh, I don't understand that. What do you mean?"

I tried my best to explain about complaining, whether it be about one's health, aches and pains, or like having to go second in the game instead of first and you complain as children do. God love him, he tilted his head to one side and said, "Oh, Okay. But I still don't understand!"

Out of the mouths of babes come the best of the best comments! I am already struggling with "worry". I have been a worrier by nature all of my life. Have I bitten off more than I can chew? It's early, I'm not giving up. I continuously pray to God to take "this" (whatever begins my worry) from me and to help me to not worry about it. Jesus didn't worry. He knew His Father's words by heart, and he trusted in them. He went through His short life living with the trust in His Father's promises carrying him beyond every hurdle.

Have you ever stopped to closed your eyes and just imagine being one of the people living in those times and being privileged and blessed to see him with your own eyes, and to receive a blessing and to touch his hand or his feet? I am sure Jesus' sermons as he ventured from place to place, and his miraculous healings, staggered people with amazement. However, I believe that Jesus' legacy has grown more powerful with every passing year. At least in my life, I feel this enormous surge of energy flowing through my body, desire to be worthy, knowing when I fall that He will lift me up again, and that my daily request for His forgiveness is granted immediately, that my prayers are all answered, one by one, in His time, and the most amazing part is when I see Him working in my life. I have actually learned how to see God's hand working in my life. What do I do when this happens? A huge smile comes across my face, and I am almost giddy with joy (but I refrain) because I am so very happy and I see; at long last I SEE!!!

Please pray for my struggle with worry.  The complaining is there, wanting to rear its ugly head, but I'm doing a pretty good job of shutting that down before it reaches my lips.

I have talked about what I know will become a reality in the next year or so, of moving back "HOME", to Amarillo, Texas to be near my Mother and Daddy. I've even looked at homes online, even though this will not become a reality for some time.  I realize that I need to curb my curiosity because I was nearly in tears this morning, realizing how my grandchildren will cry when I leave them.  It is more than I can bear, and I am REALLY going to need the strength that only God can give me to make those good-byes.  But they're not really good-bye, but see you soon.  However, I have lived three houses away from three of my grands for six years, and I see them almost every day, I'm there when Christie needs me to pick someone up from school, or to keep a sick one, or for them to ride their bicycles around the corner to my house just to give Mimi a hug.  They all try to talk at once when I'm around - it's so sweet.  But I know what I must do; it is my only Mother and my only Dad.  I left them 38 years ago and they deserve my presence, to enjoy doing things together while they still have their health, and to be there when sickness arises.

I love Amarillo.  I was raised there.  My husband, Lee, has loved it since the first trip he made out there.  He has talked of wanting to move there for years.  I'm the hold-out and its my parents!  God please help me with this . . .

Have a blessed Sabbath, everyone!


THANK YOU to one of my newest friends, Gardenia, for also giving me a Beautiful Blogger award.  Gardenia, I look forward to a long and blessed friendship, as I do with all of the bloggers of note on my sidebar! You are ALL special because God put us on the path to run into each other and become friends!

Dontcha just feel the love??


My apologies to my sweet friend, Cathy, for I have been so busy and am just now getting to a "formal" acceptance of her blogger award.  Something that I have not accummulated is these very special forms of generousity and approval.  Having been a victim at a very early age, acceptance is something that has plagued my relationships.  I have tried too hard and as a result, pushed many away.  Cathy, this means so much to me.  Where I used to be called outspoken and bullheaded, I now have something from one beautiful lady who thinks I am a "Beautiful Blogger".  I am humbled and also, ELATED! You are a beautiful friend, Cathy.

Here are the rules:

~~Thank the person wo kindly passes this to you and link your award back to them.

~~List 7 thing about yourself

~~Pass it on to 15 Beautiful Bloggers

About Me...

1.  I am an idealist, and have been so all of my life.  Wait 'til you see my old rose-colored glasses!

2. I am an eternal optimist.  I've suffered many hurts, but remain a survivor whose thirst for another try is never quenched.

3. My favorite food is Mexican! I could eat Mexican 7 days a week and still want more (maybe it's the cheese?).

4. One of my greatest dreams is to visit Rome and be lucky enough to tour the catacombs beneath The Vatican!

5. I might be making a major move in the next year or so.  More on that later!

6. I LOVE NASCAR! The first race I ever watched was the 2001 Daytona 500 when Dale Earnhardt, Sr. was killed.  I felt so sorry for Dale Jr. I kind of adopted him as my son.  I began reading everything about the sport, car set-ups, everything.  I can now hold my own in a conversation with the most avid fans!

7. I finally conquered FORGIVENESS about a year ago.  It is totally liberating!  It's wonderful, so if you read this, I hope you give it a hard try.

My 15 bloggers (in no particular order as to favorite - I love them ALL):
Just Be Real
Blessings Each Day
With an honorable 16th addition for Mike
Now please visit these generous people and basque in their beauty!

Saturday, February 20, 2010


Here's that peacemaker word again! I don't know if most people, in general, have been victims of gossip or not.  I know that I have been the victim of this vicious act.  Gossip is hurtful, and on the one hand, you want to go around and defend yourself, but on the other hand, if you do, the gossipers have more fuel to add to the fire.  What a quandry!!  Just don't do it, please!  If we can learn to identify and eliminate words of gossip before they cross our lips, I believe we will feel the difference in our own self-esteem, and hopefully monkey see/monkey do . . . others will follow.


He that covereth a transgression seeketh love; but he that repeateth a matter separateth very friends.
~Proverbs 17:9


"It's just a little harmless gossip." The Wise Teacher reminds us that gossip is neither little or harmless. Its consequences are huge and its damage horrible. Instead, it is much better to be a peacemaker and an offense mender.


Father of Glory, I confess that I am often more a peace lover than a peacemaker. Give me the character not to repeat gossip and instead have the wisdom and strength to be an offense mender. Through the Prince of Peace I pray. Amen.


Our Lord never asks sacrifices from us above our strength.

~St. Therese

Friday, February 19, 2010


God does not comfort us to make us comfortable, but to make us comforters.

~J. H. Jowett


Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is- his good, pleasing and perfect will.

~Romans 12:2, The New International Version


A lovely deed was on my heart,
I never set it free;
It died from lack of exercise
And made its tomb in me.



"No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus."

~St. Therese, The Little Flower


If you haven't already heard about this, you can click on it and read the entire article.  Though apalling, I know that Jesus would want us to pray for this man.  This is the saddest blasphemy that I have heard in a very long time.


Elton John claims Jesus was a 'super-intelligent gay man' in U.S. magazine interview
By Annette Witheridge
Last updated at 10:20 AM on 19th February 2010

'Jesus was a gay man': Sir Elton's comments are sure to cause waves in the U.S.
Sir Elton John has dubbed Jesus a 'super-intelligent gay man' in a controversial new interview. 

Thursday, February 18, 2010


I received this beautiful morning prayer from my cousin.  I know it seems long, but don't you have the time to pray this prayer to our Heavenly Father each morning?   It won't take long and I know that you will carry it with you all day long!
Peace be with each of you!

Dear Lord, I thank you for this day. I thank You for my being able to see and to hear this morning. I'm blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God. You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me. Forgive me this day for everything I have done, said or thought that was not pleasing to you. I ask now for Your forgiveness. Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude. Let me make the best of each day to clear my mind so that I can hear from You.
Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control. Let me continue to see sin through God's eyes and acknowledge it as evil. And when I sin, let me repent, and confess with my mouth my wrongdoing, and receive the forgiveness of God.
And when this world closes in on me, let me remember Jesus' example -- to slip away and find a quiet place to pray. It's the best response when I'm pushed beyond my limits. I know that when I can't pray, You listen to my heart. Continue to use me to do Your will.Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others. Keep me strong that I may help the weak. Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others. I pray for those who are lost and can't find their way. I pray for those who are misjudged and misunderstood. I pray for those who don't know You intimately. I pray for those who will not share this with others. I pray for those who don't believe. But I thank you that I believe.
I believe that God changes people and God changes things. I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For every family member in their households. I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met.
I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God. Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight. I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye that sees them and every mouth that confesses them willingly.
This is my prayer.
In Jesus' Name,


Jesus offers you the cross, a very heavy cross, and you are afraid of not being able to carry it without giving way. Why? Our Beloved Himself fell three times on the way to Calvary, and why should we not imitate Him?

~St. Therese of Lisieux



For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, or principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

~Romans 8:38-39


Great Father of all peoples, thank you for loving me. Thank you for giving me the promise that nothing can separate me from your love. Make me more aware of your accompanying presence in my life. I pray this in Jesus name. Amen.


In working on my relationship with  our God and His Son in the last few years, I have found that the more I give up to Him, the more assured I am by Him that He will always be there. 

As Ash Wednesday progressed, my list of sacrafices grew and I now have a very full plate, one that will challenge my faith - that's what we need.  We need to make a sacrafice of the nature of something or many things that will make us truly feel it! To feel the absence of emotions that we once embraced.  I have publicly stated that through my prayers yesterday, I have made a sacrafice of my worrying.  For me, that's huge.  My photograph is in Webster's dictionary next to the word "Worrier". 

I also suffer from health issues that will follow me for the rest of my life.  Jesus didn't complain when He bore that heavy cross, falling and getting up again, toward the place where he would be crucified.  He did not complain, although the pain of the flogging had to be tremendous.  He did not complain, though having those huge nails driven into his hands and feet had to be so enormous that we cannot even envision such pain.

Jesus bore His pain and I imagine Him only consulting His Father, silently.  He did not cry out until the very end.

I walk around and grunt, mumble, explain what's hurting to my husband - EVERY DAY!  I suddenly realize that he certainly has a right to not want to hear my complain.  I think that for some reason, I feel that if I don't let him know, then he will think that I'm fine and pain free.  I am left to ask myself: "What's wrong with him believing you are find?"  I have failed miserably in bearing my troubles, my aches and pains, and my worrying silently and praying to our Loving Father about them instead.

Ash Wednesday was a success, spiritually.  I held my rosary, which was handmade by my sweet daughter and gifted to me at Christmas a year ago, and which was blessed by Pope Benedict XVI throughout Mass.  I can feel it.  Can you? Let's walk together and share our thoughts.  Amen.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Daily Reflection - St. Therese of Lisieux

Our Lord died on the Cross in agony, and yet this is the most beautiful death of love. To die of love is not to die in transports.

~St. Therese of Lisieux


I didn't sleep well last night, so I arose when my husband was getting ready for work at 5:30 this morning.  Could it be that I was anxious to usher in the season of Lent and to begin this beautiful journey with Christ? Perhaps.  And so I begin this day with a verse and prayer that is so appropriate as a first step in this faith journey.  Praying that you, whoever you are reading this, will find your relationship with Christ growing, that you will come closer to Him and embrace His love, and that your Lenten journey will be the most inspired one yet.  God bless you all!



Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

~Romans 8:35-37


Conquerors! We win!! When you open up the final book of the Bible, Revelation, that is the message - Christians win because Jesus is the one true conqueror. No matter how the battle is going for you right now, remember that in the end, we win!


God Almighty, thank you for securing the ultimate victory for me by raising Jesus from the dead. I know he is coming with victory on the day you have determined, but I pray that I may live victoriously for you until that day. Through Jesus my conquering King I pray. Amen.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

THIS DAY'S . . .

Ahh, Tolstoy! What a beautiful soul was he.

The only real life is one lived close to God. This does not happen by itself; you must make an effort to make this happen, and this effort will bring you joy.

~Leo Tolstoy


“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.”

~Numbers 6:24-26, The New International Version

Monday, February 15, 2010

This Day's . . .

Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”

~Deuteronomy 31:6, The New International Version


Adam Clarke, a well-known theologian and commentator, was an early riser. A young preacher wanted the eminent minister to tell him how he managed it. "Do you pray about it?" he asked. "No," was the reply. "I just get up."

~The Standard

Things I Learned in the South

I haven't always lived in the South. In fact, when I moved here I asked myself "what have you gone and done now?" The culture shock from living in Los Angeles to the Southern USA is unbelievable. There are a lot of things I see in people that make my jaw drop and I'm left thinking "only in the South!" Enjoy these little quips on Southerners!

A possum is a flat animal that sleeps in the middle of the road.

There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 of them live in the South.

There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 of them live in the South, plus a couple no one’s seen before.

If it grows, it’ll stick ya. If it crawls, it'll bite cha.

‘Onced’ and ‘Twiced’ are words.

It is not a shopping cart, it is a buggy!

‘Jaw-P’? means ‘Did ya’ll go to the bathroom’?

People actually grow and eat okra.

‘Fixinto’ is one word. It means ‘I’m fixing to do that’.

There is no such thing as ‘lunch’. There is only dinner and then there is supper.

Iced tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it when you're two. We do like a little tea with our sugar.

Backwards and forwards means ‘I know everything about you’.

The word ‘jeet’ is actually a phrase meaning ‘Did you eat?

You don’t have to wear a watch, because it doesn't matter what time it is, you work until you’re done or it’s too dark to see.

You don’t PUSH buttons, you MASH ‘em.

‘No, Jew?’ is a common response to the question, ‘Did you bring any beer?’

You measure distance in minutes.

You switch from heat to A/C in the same day.

All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect, or animal.

You know what a ‘DAWG’ is.

You carry jumper cables in your car - for your OWN car.

You only own five spices: salt, pepper, Tony’s, Tabasco and ketchup.

The local papers cover national and international news on one page, but require 6 pages for local high school sports and motor sports, and gossip.

You think that the first day of deer season is a national holiday.

You find 100 degrees Fahrenheit ‘a bit warm’.

You know all four seasons: Almost summer, summer, still summer, and Christmas.

Going to Wal-Mart is a favorite pastime known as ‘goin’ Wal-Martin’ or ‘off to Wally World’.

You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good chicken stew weather.

Fried catfish is the other white meat.

We don't need no dang Driver's Ed. If our mama says we can drive, we can drive dag-nabbit

St. Faustina and the Divine Mercy

I took a Facebook quiz for fun called "Which Catholic Saint Are You?"  Considering, of course, that I am a sinner, a mortal, and that I in no way would compare my life to that of a precious Saint), here is the result derived from my answers:

St. Faustina

In 1931 Saint Faustina, a young Polish nun, had a vision of Christ as the King of Mercy. In her Diary she recorded Jesus' message to the world urging trust in Him and mercy towards all. And at His instruction the saint directed the creation of a painting depicting this vision and message, the Divine Mercy. She exemplified Christ in his mercy.

Longing for Spring and Questions for Catholics

For those who live in the Northern States, you may not be able to see what I am seeing this morning.  It was a beautiful sunrise and if I didn't know better, I would believe Spring has arrived.  But, there are a few more weeks yet to go.  I am ushering in Spring by changing my blog background, and when spring arrives, there will be another.  If I can't rearrange furniture in the house, I might as well rearrange my blog!  Just like me sweet Grandmother, R.I.P.

I do have a some questions that I want to pose to my Catholic readers:

1.  Who is your primary patron Saint and why?

2.  What is your belief as far as the apparitions of the Blessed Mother and the messages from Medjugorjie?

I have been reading about both of these for a long time.  I especially am interested in and look forward to the Blessed Mother's messages on the 25th of each month.  I am a convert, as most of you know, and I find a lot of fascination and interest in the apparitions, the Saints and the Incorruptibles.  I began a series on the Incorruptibles a long while ago.  I am considering posting those again during Lent.

I look forward to hearing from all of you.  May you have a blessed and joyful day!


However discouraging your days may have been so far, keep this thought burning brightly in your mind - Life Begins Each Morning!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

The Season of Lent and The Bridge of Angels

The Bridge of Angels (in Italian, Ponte Sant'Angelo) spans the Tiber River in Rome. Only a few steps away from St. Peter's Basilica, the bridge reflects the psychological shift from secular to sacred that occurs when pilgrims crossed from the busy streets of Rome over to the churches of the Vatican. Gian Lorenzo Bernini, the famed Italian sculptor, originally designed the bridge's angel sculptures in the seventeenth century. Though few of the angels standing today were done by his hand, Bernini's vision for the bridge lives on.

Five angel sculptures flank each side of the bridge, with statues of Saint Peter and Saint Paul on the eastern bank. At the base of each sculpture is a line from the Bible in Latin. The verses inscribed on many of the sculptures are dissimilar to the verses readers find in today's Bibles, because they are based on an old and superseded scripture translation called the Latin Vulgate.

Below are the Latin inscriptions, their translations, and an explanation of their religious significance.

Angel with the Column
Inscription: "Tronus meus in columna"
Translation: My throne is upon a column (Sirach 24:4)
Significance: According to tradition, Roman prisoners were whipped while bound to a low pillar or column. The book of Sirach is found in Catholic Bibles, but considered apocryphal by certain Christian denominations.

Angel with the Scourge
Inscription: "In flagella paratus sum"
Translation: I am ready for the scourge (Psalm 37:18, Latin Vulgate version) Significance: According to Mark 15:15, the Roman governor Pontius Pilate had Jesus scourged before having him crucified.

Angel with the Crown of Thorns
Inscription: "In aerumna mea dum configitur spina"
Translation: The thorn is fastened upon me (Psalm 31:4, Latin Vulgate)
Significance: According to Mark 15:17, Roman soldiers crowned Jesus with thorns before they crucified him.

Angel with Veronica's Veil
Inscription: "Respice faciem Christi tui"
Translation: Look upon the face of your Christ (Psalm 84:9)
Significance: According to Roman Catholic tradition, a woman named Veronica wiped Jesus' face with a cloth while he was carrying the cross; Jesus' image remained on the cloth.

Angel with the Garment and Dice
Inscription: "Super vestimentum meum miserunt sortem"
Translation: For my clothing they cast lots (Psalm 22:18)
Significance: According to Mark 15:24, Roman soldiers took Jesus' well-made garments and played dice for them.

Angel with the Cross
Inscription: "Cuius principatus super humerum eius"
Translation: Dominion rests on his shoulders (Isaiah 9:6)
Significance: This scripture verse links the "Wonder-Counselor, God-Hero" of Isaiah's prophecies to Jesus. Earlier in the same Isaiah passage, the prophet announces that "a child is born to us, a son is given us." The cross resting on Jesus' shoulders is symbolically linked to his dominion.

Angel with the Nails
Inscription: "Aspicient ad me quem confixerunt"
Translation: They will look upon me whom they have pierced (Zechariah 12:10)
Significance: According to Thomas' words in John 20:25, Jesus was nailed to the cross. The crucifixion narrative in John's gospel (John 19:37) quotes this Zechariah verse. Zechariah chapter 12 prophesies Jerusalem's victory and vindication, accompanied by mourning for those who suffered for her sake.

Angel with the Superscription "INRI"
Inscription: "Regnavit a ligno deus"
Translation: God has reigned from the tree (sixth-century hymn)
Significance: The lyrics to this ancient hymn about the cross describe the "blest Tree, whose happy branches bore the wealth that did the world restore." The inscription INRI is an abbreviation of the Latin phrase "Jesus the Nazarene, King of the Jews." According to the gospels, the INRI sign was affixed to Jesus' cross.

Angel with the Wine-Soaked Sponge
Inscription: "Potaverunt me aceto"
Translation: They gave me vinegar to drink (Psalm 69:21)
Significance: The gospels of Matthew and Mark report that just before Jesus died, one of the soldiers who crucified him placed a sponge dipped in "sour wine" on a stick and held the stick to Jesus' lips.

Angel with the Spear
Inscription: "Vulnerasti cor meum"
Translation: You have ravished my heart (Song of Solomon 4:9)
Significance: According to John's gospel, after Jesus died, one of the soldiers pierced his side with a spear to confirm that he was dead. Christian tradition has tied this action to the "ravishing" or "wounding" of the heart of the beloved in the Song of Solomon. This tradition emphasizes that Jesus underwent death by crucifixion as an act of love for humankind.


Proverbs 3:1-8

My child, never forget the things I have taught you. Store my commands in your heart. If you do this, you will live many years, and your life will be satisfying. Never let loyalty and kindness leave you! Tie them around your neck as a reminder. Write them deep within your heart. Then you will find favor with both God and people, and you will earn a good reputation. Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding.

Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take. Don’t be impressed with your own wisdom. Instead, fear the Lord and turn away from evil. Then you will have healing for your body and strength for your bones.  (New Living Translation)


I will always thirst for the teachings from God. I read the words "store my commands in your heart", and I know they are there, yet when faced with a need or adversity, my head reacts first, instead of what I know to be true in my heart.  Too, too often I depend on my own emotions and thoughts first.  I struggle and wane to no avail, UNTIL I remember, "I should have given this to God." 

Even though we all know in our hearts that God is with us all of the time and is so anxious for us to talk to Him, acknowledge His presence, and ask for His help, why do we (I) go with our (my) own thoughts first?  I believe we are conditioned as humans to react in a very human fashion, it is our first natural impulse.  How can I better learn to react by turning to God immediately, instead of Him being my "second thought"?  I feel ashamed that I am so imperfect. 

As a human being, I turn to my Daddy and Mother when I need that lift of spirits, advice from experience or just a loving word.  But I long for my first thoughts to be of our Loving Father, instinctively, just as they are for my parents. 

My goals for this Lenten season are to remember His commandments, turn to Him in times of want, as well as times of thanksgiving, to be kind and loyal to all, even the people who have hurt me or could hurt me, to love and forgive them, to trust Him and only Him instead of my own foolishness, and to do all that I can to maintain this temple (body) in which my soul lives, to nurture and maintain my health.

This will require "giving up" some behaviors and ways of thought.  For the first time in my life, I have found something that I feel is a genuine sacrafice for Lent, which will make me a better child of God, and ultimately, a more satisfied and peace-filled individual.

Wednesday is Ash Wednesday.  Stations of the Cross begin on Friday.  I am so anxious and thirsty for to walk this path that Jesus walked and to feel His Passion.  I picked up a booklet in the Narthex on my way out of Mass, "Living With Passion - Reflections, Reminders, & Requests" that will I will use as a guide through this Lent. 

Peace be with you . . . and all have a BLESSED SABBATH!

Friday, February 12, 2010


If you STILL don't know the source of all of your love, then you really need to read this, embrace it into your heart and soul.  This amazing verse asks a lot of us.  Recite the Prayer to yourself and believe it with all of your being.


Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
~1 Corinthians 13:6-7


Always love - pretty tall order and pretty tough stuff. Only God is always. But then Christians are fueled to an always love through the Holy Spirit! Elsewhere, Paul tells us that "The love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us." (Rom. 5:5) No wonder this love is always -- it is God's love,  demonstrated by Jesus' sacrifice, and delivered by the Holy Spirit!


Sweet and Glorious God on High, I humble myself before you recognizing your boundless power to love, the incredible need for love in the lives of those around me, and my limited ability to love. Please pour your Holy Spirit into my heart and fill me with the power to love as you do, always. In Jesus' sweet name I pray.

Thursday, February 11, 2010



Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked,
thinketh no evil...
~1 Corinthians 13:4-5


Love does not focus on me, but on others. Each of these qualities of love is based upon an affectionate, compassionate, and forgiving attitude that regards others as being valuable and not just placing value on me and my desires. No wonder the old saying goes "The middle of sIn is a big I!" When "I" become more important than others and what "I" want and that "I" win is more significant than what someone else truly needs, then "I" have lost my way and do not display the love of Christ.


Holy God and Sacrificial Father, teach me to notice others and value them just as you do. I know you loved me when I was not lovable, and redeemed me when I was not worthy. Help me to take my eyes off myself and see others as you see them. In the name of Jesus I pray. Amen.

Good Reads

I thought I would begin to share my goodreads newletters with you. I love book stores. I could spend an entire day perusing books.  But I'm not one who can just pick out a really good book.  I've bought tons of books that lay on my shelves never being read.  Thus, I subscribed to the goodreads newsletter.  I've read several of the books in the suggested reading and they've never disappointed.

Movers & Shakers

February may be the shortest month, but it's packed with new titles from all genres. Postmodern icon Don DeLillo offers a meditation on contemporary experience in his eagerly anticipated new book, Point Omega; science fiction writer Connie Willis takes her readers into the future to the year 2060 in the time-traveling Blackout; or if looking backward is your pleasure, try Dan Simmons's Black Hills, a retelling of Custer's Last Stand and the heydays of the American West. Here are some other noteworthy titles that have been racing up our most popular charts this month.

The Girl Who Fell from the Sky by Heidi W. Durrow (Goodreads Author)
Earning comparisons to Toni Morrison, debut novelist Durrow tells the story of a biracial young woman named Rachel. Following a violent family tragedy, Rachel must adjust to a new life with her strict grandmother in a predominantly black community. Amy calls it "a story of identity and race and the struggle to find where one belongs in the world. It is both painful and moving to read."

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot (Goodreads Author)
In 1951, a doctor took a tissue sample from a dying poor woman named Henrietta Lacks, without her knowledge or consent. The resulting "HeLa cells" became the first cell line to live outside the human body and are still bought and sold today by the billions. Popular Science editor Skloot researched HeLa's history and ethical corollaries for ten years. Gianna says, "If you find a better, more interesting, more important nonfiction book in 2010, I will shave my head."

Winter Garden by Kristin Hannah
Meredith and Nina have never felt close to their Russian mother, a woman seemingly devoid of warmth and love. But on his deathbed, their father asks them to care for their mother and give her the chance to tell them a fairy tale—the story of her life in Leningrad during World War II. Tonya says, "This will be a book that will haunt you for quite a while. The mother/daughter relationships took a twist from the usual. Hannah is a master storyteller!"

Just Kids by Patti Smith
Before she became the "Godmother of Punk," Patti Smith was just a kid hanging out in Brooklyn with lifelong friend Robert Mapplethorpe, a controversial photographer in the making. Smith writes about her halcyon days with help from her journals, revealing how two dreamers transformed into artists. Greg says, "Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Andy Warhol—they all appear. And the writing's what you would expect of a poet of Smith's caliber: beautiful, measured, and deeply felt."

Horns by Joe Hill
Hill emerges from the shadow of his father, Stephen King, with this horror novel. A year after his girlfriend's brutal murder, Ig wakes up with a wicked hangover and horns—actual horns—sprouting from his head. Now everyone he touches tells him their darkest, most evil thoughts. Tina says, "The prose flows through more twists and turns than a spastic snake. With more layers than an onion from hell, this story truly is the must-read new book of the year."

Dirty Little Secrets by C.J. Omololu (Goodreads Author)
Debut young adult novelist Omololu relates 24 gritty hours in the life of a teen named Lucy who has always kept her mother's compulsive hoarding habit a carefully guarded secret. She lives a normal high school life by day and comes home to a house reeking of garbage each night. When her mother dies, Lucy is desperate to keep the painful truth from coming out. Nancy calls the book "fascinatingly disturbing" and asks, "How far would you go to protect your family secrets?"


Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

A sharp tongue can cut your own throat.

If you want your dreams to come true, you mustn't oversleep.

Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.

The best vitamin for making friends..... B1.

The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts.

The heaviest thing you can carry is a grudge.

One thing you can give and still your word.

You lie the loudest when you lie to yourself.

If you lack the courage to start, you have already finished.

One thing you can't recycle is wasted time.

Ideas won't work unless ' You' do.

Your mind is like a functions only when open.

The 10 commandments are not multiple choice.

The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime! It is never too late to become what you might have been.

Life is too short to wake up with regrets.. So love the people who treat you right.. .Forget about the ones who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Innocence is Priceless!

One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque. It was covered with names and small American flags mounted on either side of it. The six-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly, 'Good morning Alex.'

'Good morning Pastor,' he replied, still focused on the plaque. 'Pastor, what is this? ' The pastor said, 'Well son, it's a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.'

Soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque. Finally, little Alex's voice, barely audible and trembling with fear asked,

'Which service, the 8:30 or the 10:30?'

Home Again and About Mom and Dad

Ever since I returned home, I feel scattered - mentally.  I even purchased a journal-type book to keep notes and I'm carrying it with me everywhere.  Is it just me and the age of my mind means its too tired and worn to have instant recall?  Honest. I cannot remember things.  I walk from one end of the house to the other and forget what I went there for.  I look for things, turning in circles and becoming so frustrated only to find the item is in my hand. That's pretty bad!  Is it true that the mind is the first thing to go?  I'll challenge that as my back went first, then my neck, then my knees and now my feet. Oh, let's not forget my hands, which give me loads of fun every day - NOT!  Enough, Abbey! Oh, okay. (now I talk to myself and also get an answer.)

I've been doing research on recumbent bikes.  I desperately need a form of in-home exercise and the recumbent bike was the highest recommendation as my chosen form for exercise due to my knee problems.  I've used them in gyms in the past and love them, so I think this is going to work for me.  We have a tread-mill and a core exerciser and I can't do either.  I'm glad that there is a light at the end of this tunnel.

I so enjoyed being "home" and taking care of my mother following her shoulder surgery.  I had a good bit of time to watch both my parents, to observe how they get around, how their thinking and memories are holding up.  My mom and dad are both 78 years young. They have never smoked and have taken excellent care of the bodies that God gave them.  There are a lot of 78 year olds who would never be considered for surgery such as my mom had, but she saw a cardiologist, had a complete physical and was deemed A-OK for surgery.  She came through it well.

For a couple of days, my dad seemed zoned out.  He seemed to stare at the television without really watching it.  He didn't hear what was going on around him, as evidenced by the lack of response when someone would say something directly to him.  Mom and I talked about this after she had asked him if he was okay.  He told her that he was just doing a lot of things that he has never done before.  BINGO!  My mother has totally spoiled my dad.  She does everything for him and pampers him endlessly.  On the other hand, my dad has always given my mother everything in her heart's desire and if it can be paid for in dollars and cents, she can have it.  They love each other deeply.  They coo and cuddle, call one another sweet names and they still kiss  . . .  A LOT.  I'm very proud of them.  I was truly blessed when they saved me from the life into which I was born.  With regard to my dad's appearing zoned out, I believe he was suddenly faced with the thought of "what would I do without her?"  I think my dad would die of a broken heart.  He would be so lost because of the fact that she DOES do everything for him. 

My daddy has always been a worker.  He still goes to work every day; not because he has to, but because he NEEDS someplace to go, something to do.  He has been in the new car business and with the same group for nearly 50 years.  He doesn't have to work, but if he did not have that to go to everyday, he'd probably wither and drive my mother nuts just sitting around the house.  My dad has no hobbies, unless you call playing cards or dominoe games with friends a hobby, or going out to dinner with friends a hobby, or having people over for dinner a hobby (which my mom would do all the work - cook and clean-up). 

For everything that ever needs repair or replacement, if it can be paid for, my dad is fine.  But if you ask him to do the task, he wouldn't know where to begin.  Dad has been a great provider for all of us and I love him dearly; he is one-half of my hero, my mom being the other.  He is an immaculate dresser and Lord, don't touch his hair when he's got it combed just right! haha!  Which reminds me of a funny story.

Everybody who knows my dad knows his fetish about his hair.  He parts and combs it into a most perfect style every morning, and like I said, don't you dare touch it or mess it up.  A few years ago, my parents and their friends were somewhere out of town.  It was warm wherever they were because they were walking down a sidewalk in the sunshine.  Out of the blue, a bird flew past above him and literally shat on his perfect hair!  You cannot imagine that sight and everybody but Dad was laughing.  He was so upset!

Another funny on my dad was during a golf game between he and mom and another couple.  One of them had an "exploding" ball, so all three agreed that someone would turn his attention away from his tee and then another would switch balls.  Well, Dad got down to the business of getting his stance, his aim, everything just "so".  He took a swing back and when the club met the ball, it exploded!  Everybody started laughing and with all sincerity, my dad looked at them all and said, "Did you see that? I hit that ball so hard that it burst!"

My parents are fun people.  When it comes to my dad, the more the merrier.  When it comes to my mom, it's my kitchen, I'll cook and I'll clean up because I know how I want it and where I want it.  They have always been a perfect pair.

But, I see them searching for words in conversation (heck, I even do that!), my mother has begun to shuffle around the house like my Granny, her mother, they go to bed early and rise early, and there are other things that tell me "they're growing old."  I have dreaded this time for years and now I see it beginning.  I don't know how I'll go on without them when they are gone.  They both have loved me so much and always been my rock, been forgiving and been helpful.  My mother is the epitome of grace and dignity.  I don't think I've ever heard her say anything malicious toward another soul.  She gives constant, mostly by baking goodies and cooking meals for the sick or for the church's bake sale or for her ladies club, or making that homemade from scratch chocolate pie for me when I'm coming for a visit.  Gotta stop there because this is making me cry.  And I don't want to cry . . . I just wish I'd realized how very much I love them sooner.

I treasure every moment that God give me with them, and I pray that he'll give me a lot more years, time enough to be with them, take care of them and let them lean on me like I leaned on them for so many years.  They are two very special people.  I've never known another couple like them.  And don't expect I'll ever know another who will match up to them.  My mom commented as I was putting her socks and shoes on her, "I hate it that you have to do that for me."  I replied, "Why? You saved my life; you are my hero; and, you've taken care of me all of my life.  Now it is time for me to take care of you."

By the way, I don't know anywhere where it be appropriate to insert this one thought, so I'll just insert it in this post.  ACTIVIA WORKS!  I love it and it was my mom who got me started on it while I was there!