The Journey

Today is my birthday. Yayyyyy!! I am really 45, but if anyone asks I say I am 29 and staying 29 until I get it right. I was told once that the best 20 years of a woman's life are between the ages of 29 and 30, and I fully intend to see if "they" are correct...so far it's been great! I love birthdays. Actually I love any reason to celebrate...even just celebrating Tuesdays. The only thing about my own birthday I don't enjoy is the fact that it makes me wonder, "Who am I?" In Psalm 115 we read about the idols men worship: Their idols are silver and gold, The work of men’s hands. 5  They have mouths, but they do not speak; Eyes they have, but they do not see; 6  They have ears, but they do not hear; Noses they have, but they do not smell; 7  They have hands, but they do not handle; Feet they have, but they do not walk; Nor do they mutter through their throat. 8  Those who make them are like them; So is everyone who trusts in them. Back then the ido

One day many years ago, I was told I was God's Warrior Child. I had no idea at the time what that meant. I started praying and wondering, and then finally I started studying what it meant to be a warrior. According to Webster's Dictionary, a warrior is simply a person who fights battles and has unique skills. Further studying brought me to Einstein's definition of a warrior; someone who is genuine in everything they say and do. I believe a warrior is simply an individual; someone who thinks for themselves, brings reason to every situation and uses this reason to decide when to fight. A warrior is not destined to use the same logic to solve a problem as they used to create the problem. Life in America has become unstable. When I feel insecure in things I take to the books and study, hoping to learn why I am feeling so insecure. Albert Einstein is the closest person to a human hero I have. He believed that science and God should work together. He said something along the li

1 Corinthians 12:20-25 (NKJV) But now indeed there are many members, yet one body.  Life is a journey. The destination is always the same, but the journey each takes is unique. I don't believe we are bodies with spirits or souls. I believe we are eternal souls with temporary bodies. What we choose to do on our journey through this life can be amazing! Or it can be horrible....the choice is ours to make. I was watching a garden video today by Navajopa on youtube. I love watching this man's videos; he's so down-to-earth and just says it how it is. He made a comment that tomato plants, when grown in flats or close to each other will grow and intertwine, and the weight of the individual plants will be supported by each other. They won't fall over, even though they are technically vines. Separate the plants and they will grow spindly and fall over with the weight of fruits. He mentioned how people can be like this. We were created to be together in groups. We're p

Jeremiah 17:10 nkjv I, the Lord , search the heart, I test the mind, even to give every man according to his ways, according to the fruit of his doings.   Watch a stone as it hits the water. It makes ripples. Now toss two stones in at once, and then watch as the ripples cross and then merge together, making larger ripples covering more surface. The same can be true of our thinking. To change the world we have to change one life -- ours. We have to line our thinking up with God's thinking. We have to line our lives up with God's way for our lives. The beginning of this, the only way to do this is by learning from God. When we're young we're taught by our parents and extended family first. We're flawed when we're very young, by this alone. I am not faulting parents and families. I am a parent and have an AMAZING family, myself. But I am flawed, therefore I taught flawed premises to my own children, which they must learn to overcome one day.  Then as we get

My health is what it is. I know my limitations, and I continue to strive past these limits every chance I get. I may never achieve complete healing, and I may have to deal with pain for the rest of my life, but I refuse....REFUSE to dwell in my pain. Part of the reason I have been so impatient to be healed or to at least feel better is because my husband and I have a dream. Our dream has always been to own a farm. Not a large multimillion dollar a year farm, just a small, self sufficient farm. He wants security, mainly: Our own land, mortgage free- our own house, mortgage free- some trees to put a hunting stand, and a few head of cattle in a pasture to sell or eat. I want a place where I can be, and the world can fall down around me, and I won't even know unless I ask. The stock market can crash, but my cow, Bessie, will still need milked twice a day, and my flock of chickens will need care even if the government falls away, and the outside world as I know it is gone. I want garden