The Journey

I love blowing bubbles. The colors, the variety....it's just soothing to me. Every bubble is different. Each has its own color scheme and pattern. They are all different sizes with one basic shape. They float along wherever the wind takes them....some floating way high in the air and some more daring, only floating right above the tops of things. Some are finished almost as soon as they are made....running into the wrong things and meeting their early demise. Some have a longer life.....just slowly losing their color and disappearing. And some consume other bubbles to seem bigger and stronger. The one thing which is true in all bubbles is they take time and care to be created, they are fragile and when they are gone, there is no fan fare, no trumpets, they are just gone. Do they sound familiar yet? They reflect what I see in people. People come in different colors, different sizes and basically one shape. Some meet with a young demise by meeting the wrong people or objects and s

A friend told me a story this week, which I have been holding onto lately. Thanks EV!! The Lord found a faithful man one day...He told the man there was a hugh bolder in the road....He lead the man to that place...He instructed the man "Move this rock" The man was overwelmed... The rock was 100 times his size and weight....He stood there day after day ... ....Pushing with all his might...He was frustrated he cried out to God....Why am I to do this impossible task...He regrouped and started his task again...God saw fit to feed him and provide him everything he needed to remain on the task at hand.... The man pushed and pushed....day and night for weeks...Weeks turn into months....The man noticed that his body was transforming ....The push and strain had built incredible muscles on him...He woke up everyday ready to push and not budge the rock a inch... He prayed and told God...I now realize why i was sent here to do this task....God ask him WHY??? The man s

I wrote this quite a while back, but it needs repeating every so often...... Be encouraged!! This is only a season. A stepping stone, and if you need it to be......a learning or teaching moment. Satan attacks us in ways we never think or imagine possible. He thinks if he can take away that which is most important to us (here on Earth), or that if he attacks When things are taken away, then he can cause us confusion. Why is this happening? How can it be fixed? CAN it be fixed? Is all lost? Know, my friends, this is not of God. 1 Corinthians 14:33 (New King James Version) 33 For God is not the author of confusion but of peace, as in all the churches of the saints. God loves you and wants you to know how much He wants to help you through this, no matter what decisions you've made to this point. 2 Timothy 1:7 (New King James Version)7 For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. Confusion causes fear, and is tormentin

Wanna make God laugh?.....Tell Him you have your life under control and can handle it.....Then watch as He laughs and says, "so you think so, do you?"  For everything I have done in my life, He gets the credit. Who else can let me screw up, fall down, punish me for my foolishness, then pick me, dust me off and hold me until Iam strong enough to carry on? Only a father's love can do this. I know many don't know this sort of love from anyone here on Earth, and that is sad, since I have one of the bestest daddys in the world. The great thing is, God can teach you that love, even if you've never experienced it here. My dad is a quiet man, friendly, hard working, rarely complains, treats most with respect and dignity whether they deserve it or not, and loves his family with all his heart. Can you tell I am daddy's girl yet? I am the youngest child of  three, and the only girl. This comes with a lot of benefits, no doubt. This also comes with a LOT of responsibili

It's been a stressful, worry-some, exciting, exhausting and wonderful past few weeks here in my hometown. My time here has been spent reminiscing, working(hard), learning, and trusting. Most of all, I miss my family and home. I complain a lot about the pain I feel, and sometimes God steps in and tells me it could be worse. My friend is facing cancer treatments, and while she has my prayers and any support and love I can give her, it has been a reminder to me, that I am very blessed. Her pain does not negate mine in any way, but it does serve to remind me there are worse things than physical pain.  Another friend was arrested this week, on serious charges. Again, my payers and support go out to him and his family, but nothing I do for them will change what has happened. All I can do is offer my love and support as they deal with accusations. While their pain in no was negates my pain, it serves to show me there are worse things than financial pain. I met a woman recently, who