Friday, December 31, 2010

Today's Inspiration

Each day I try to send encouraging words to a few special women in my life. Some days I struggle to encourage them because I don't feel encouraged. Some days I don't send anything but they are few and far between. But most days the encouragement is simply for ME.

Today is a day of looking back and looking forward. We inventory everything we loved about the year and of course the things we didn't. We talk about how we succeeded in this area and look to other areas to change. We have new goals. We have high hopes. Today is a good day.

Here, we don't "celebrate". We don't stay up to midnight. We don't drink champagne. We clean out closets, drawers and get our lives "in order".

But it remains a special day/night anyway.

Father God,
Thank you for new beginnings but without new beginnings we have to have endings. We may see a door close and an open window. We may see a door close AND a window close. But you always make sure that there is yet another window to open. We may be in the basement but we know that the Son is still shining even when we can't see it. Thank you. Help us to resolve to change us in the new year. Help us remember to point to You and most importantly, help us to know You more. In Jesus name. AMEN

This is the song I chose: All Things New by Steven Curtis Chapman.

This is the song that God chose me to pass on to you: Moving Ahead by Israel Houghton (We saw him perform in Hershey!)

Then I look for the verse, first checking biblegateway. My response is WOW. Go God!

“This is what the LORD says— he who made a way through the sea, a path through the mighty waters, “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” - Isaiah 43:16, 18-19

So, Happy New Year's Eve. Have fun. Be safe!

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Grief: Finding Hope Again

The second post is underneath this one so you have to scroll down. I want you to read them in order. This one was written last night. The other was written this morning. Actually, not written as in "I wrote this". Paul David Tripp wrote it. I just borrowed it.

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Psalm 46:1

As I pull into Mom's drive-way the first thing that goes through my head is, "Dad's not here." When does that stop? The feeling, the thought, the...whatever?

So when I was cleaning out drawers on Tuesday night, I found a book about marriage. I also found one about grief by the same author, Paul David Tripp. I remember picking these two books up at "Cheryl's Church" back in 2006. They have remained in a drawer until now.

I love that God is never late. His timing blows my mind.

Wednesday started out feeling fresh and renewed but soon it changed. One minute I was listening to KLove and laughing. The next minute I was crying. The day continued with much of the same, laughing with Mom and Jeannette and sadness talking about Dad's final days.

Around 7 pm, I decided to find the little book of 15 pages that I stuck back in a drawer. Here are some things that I underlined:

You Are Never Alone in the Darkness

The experience of loss is powerful. The circumstances around death are individual and unique. It is normal to feel as if no one has been through what you now experience. People surround you, yet you feel like you are all by yourself.

Yet the sadness of losing a loved one is a universal experience. A company of mourners surround you. Yet there is an even more powerful way in which you are not alone. Your Savior has taken the name Emmanuel, or "God with us." this name reminds us that, as you came to Christ, you literally became the place where God dwells.

God understands the darkness we face. He is right there in it with us, "an ever-present help in trouble." The Lord of light is your friend in darkness. The Lord of life stands beside you in death. The Lord of hope is your companion in your despair. The Prince of Peace supports you when no peace can be found. The God of all comfort waits faithfully near you. The Source of all joy is close by when death has robbed you of joy.

I feel like this is a really long post, but I want to share this with you because we can grieve other things in our lives too.

Your Lord is present in the darkness. He planned the darkest things to result in redemptive good for his children. He surrendered his Son to death so that you could have life. He will not abandon you now.

There Is More to Life

Christ died so that we would no longer have to die. He rose again so that death would be put to death. Every time someone dies, it reminds us that death still lives. But every death also points us to the promise that Christ brings a resurrection once and forever. Through Christ, death has been defeated. One day, life will no longer give way to death. One day, life will give way to life in eternity.

As you weep, know this: the One who weeps with you is not content for things to stay as they are. His death was a cry and his resurrection a promise. The living Christ will continue to exert his power and you will grieve no more.

God approves of your tears! But he welcomes you to look at death through the eyes of Christ. The comfort and hope He provides does not remove your grief, but they allow you to grieve in a brand new way. And He promises one day to take you to a place where you will never cry again.

OK...I will continue this later.

Until then, hanging on to the Truth that GOD is always WITH US. I HOPE you are too!

Finding Hope Again

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”” - John 16:33

We all could use a little Hope Now.


Death mixes happiness with sadness. But we can act in ways that show our hope in Christ.

Speak with Honest Emotion

Your faith in God should never silence you in the dark hours of grief. Rather, this is when we begin to understand how deep, rich, and sturdy God's love for us really is. He enters the darkest moments of human existence with boundless mercy, unending love, and amazing grace.

The Psalms record the cries of God's people: "For the Lord has heard my weeping" (Ps. 6:8). They invite us to bring our grief to the One who cares for us more than anyone else ever could. God never turns a deaf ear to the cries of his children. He listens - and answers. Have you poured out your grief to him?

Run to Where Comfort Can Be Found

In grief, we often seek out other comforts: memories, material things, distractions (TV, CD player, exercise, reading, crafts, work, food, people).


They all provide some measure of comfort but none can fill the one place where grief causes us to feel so empty - our hearts.

Only one Person can provide the comfort that restores your heart - the source of all true comfort, Jesus Christ.

Resist Grief's Temptations

In times of loss and grief, look out for these temptations.


If you wander down into a dark, windowless basement and the door locks behind you, you can't see any light or feel the sun's warmth. But did the sun stop shining? No. Powerful feelings of grief can get in the way of our experience of God's goodness. But don't give in to doubt. Hold onto your belief in his love and mercy more than ever before.


It blinds you to God's true nature and ever-present help.


Envy is rooted in a disappointment with God that says, "You didn't give me what I want!"


Life becomes all about you. No one's loss or pain is as great as yours. Despite the way you feel, don't set aside the two great commands to love God and others.

Seek God's Resources

Paul tells us (in the book of Galatians)we should "bear one another's burdens" precisely because he knows that we will all encounter burdens too heavy to carry alone. (Gal 6:2)

This is important that we do these things!

1. Cry out in weakness and ask for help from others. God never expected you to do this alone. Asking for help does not show a lack of faith.

2. God promised to provide what you need to face what He calls you to face.

3. Those who help you will in turn be helped through helping you.

Look for Blessing in Your Grief

"give thanks in all circumstances, for his is God's will for you in Christ Jesus" (1 Thess. 5:18)

Again, Paul speaks. (My friend said the New Testament should really be called the Paul Testament because he wrote most of the books. I thought that was funny, and interesting.)

"Even in life's hardest moments, God calls you to look for His grace, to search for His love, and to expect His mercy." Don't let grief rob you of worship or permit a complaining spirit to replace a thankful heart.

You will find blessing in the middle of your grief. Perhaps there will be precious family moments. Perhaps it will be a sense of God's presence in a moment of struggle. Maybe the wisdom of His Word will guide just when you need it most. Perhaps your relationship with the Lord will deepen. Death has a way of clarifying truth for us. We see how weak and needy we are and we gain a deeper understanding of God's powerful grace. We learn to seek him in ways we never have before and spiritual growth begins.

Celebrate Eternity

Yes, you still miss your loved one greatly. You feel the stinging pain of loss. But your pain does not have to give way to discouragement, depression, and desperation. Even this moment of pain can be colored by your hope.

I told you it was a lot!

Give Away the Comfort You Have Been Given

The comfort God has given you is not only His loving ministry to you, it is His call to you to minister to others. You have experienced the pain of loss, but you have also begun to experience the comfort that only the Lord can give. You are God's agent of help and hope. God entered your darkness, not just to give your heart rest, but to equip you to give that rest to others.

That is my favorite part. God has placed many people in my life just at the right time. His timing!


In the darkness, you can see the brightest light of God's truth. Your heart can embrace the hope that God will give you the resources to face what He leads you through.

I think we forget that so often because we are focused on the darkest, saddest parts of our lives. We need to get out of our own heads and out of our own way and make room for Jesus. It won't be in our strength because if it was, we would never do it. I laid in bed and would have done so all day but the Holy Spirit prompted me to get up! by day...hour by hour...moment by moment, we find our way.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Winter Cleaning

It's much like spring cleaning. Yesterday we cleaned all morning and then I went to lunch with a wonderful friend. We talked all afternoon. Then I returned to "clean out" some more. I went through clothes. I went through drawers. I went through stuff and more stuff. I found pictures of Dad with the "baby" (who is now eight). There is a really nice picture of Jeannette, Kayla, Amanda, Daniel, Mom, Dad and Me. I will try to scan it and get it on here. Oh yeah, and I found a $30 gift card from my Christmas party last year. And it doesn't expire until 11/12. Yippee!

In the midst of my cleaning, I also found a book called Marriage: Whose Dream? by Paul David Tripp. This is a little book of only fifteen pages. I am pretty sure I have read this because there were things underlined. But at the end, there is a wonderful prayer that he has written, that I wanted to share with you. I hope you like it:

Lord, it is so easy to get caught up in our own desires and dreams. It's so easy to think of You as the deliverer of our dreams, so easy to be excited like the multitude and lose sight of the spiritual reality behind the miracle. Lord, I pray that we would not just pursue our own hopes and dreams, but that we would express a hunger and thirst for Jesus Christ, and a desire to know his will in every area in our lives. We want Christ to rule in every room in our homes. We want Christ to rule in the darkest recesses of our hearts. We want to live in joyful submission and feed on You by faith. May we have joy, and faith, and courage even when we aren't experiencing physical bread. In those experiences of trial, may we say, "Thank You, Lord, for Your love - You are completing Your saving work." God, help us. In Jesus' name, AMEN.

Habakkuk 3:17-19

Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior. The Sovereign LORD is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to tread on the heights.

Thank you, LORD, for being my Strong Tower.

WOW - Wednesday's Words of Wisdom
When you are down to nothing God is up to something.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Found Pictures

They weren't really lost.

Mom won't be very happy to find out I posted a picture of her in a bathing suit. But I just found these. I am sitting here going through pictures on my computer...avoiding quiet time and I found these. These were taken in August of this year.

As I look back I'm thinking "why did I take all those pictures of the silly cat?" Why didn't I take more of Dad? Oh well, there will always be things that we wish we do differently.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Our First Snow

I believe we got close to ten inches. I shoveled the walks this morning and then helped my next door neighbor. I think about my Mom and how hard it must be to have to do things like this. She has been taking care of my Dad since 2006. When is someone going to take care of her? Her neighbor came over with the snow blower and did her driveway opening.

We were on a quest to find a sled. The other day Daniel tried to talk me in to buying one at Redners. I said no. I just didn't have the money at that time. Now of course I wish I had bought it. There is not a sled to be found. We went to Dicks, Target, Kmart and Redners. He finally settled for a snow board.

I took them to the middle school hill for a quick trial run. It took us longer to walk from the parking lot then it did to actually try out the snow board. They both enjoyed the little time we had. I think we might have been there 15 minutes. The wind was kicking up fiercely.

I did capture just a few pictures before my fingers went completely numb. As you can see, the wind blew most of the snow off the little hill. So the board works well on grass too!

What can I do? How can I help?

I feel like I am sitting at a green light. That's the only feeling that I can really put in to words. Dad's been gone sixteen days already.

We were at the mall yesterday. I kept thinking "Dad loved the mall".

I've been thinking about the last couple of weeks and how many people have given us their condolences. When people asked if we needed anything, I responded with "Yes. A stack of twenties". Then everyone laughed. It was my way of easing the tension of the awkward moment. Because honestly, what can anyone do?

Well let me tell you what I need.

I need someone to clean my house. Clean my bathrooms specifically. And most importantly clean my children. Actually, that's what I NEEDED. Now that I am on vacation, I can do all of those things myself. Providing meals is always something well needed. Two of my girlfriends fed us with soup and a turkey dinner. It was so appreciated.

OK, well you are saying that you can't do any of that stuff. One think that my brother and I both needed was someone to go to the post office for us. He needed a letter overnighted because it was going to be late. I checked the computer and by the grace of God, I had prepaid several bills to correspond with my love's check. The pay date was December 10th. Dad died on December 11th. I have paid nothing since.

So, if you could open mail and just check the "due date", that would be helpful.

I have had a stack of bills on my desk since the beginning of the month. Today I opened one and it was due on December 17th. Oh well, what can you do now but pay it late? Another one is due on January 3rd, which isn't a big deal to most but it is a large bill that I should have budgeted for. Oh well, what can I do?

Anyway, it was just something I was thinking about. If you have any suggestions or additions, I'd love to hear them. I know we all would.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas 2010

A little different this year.

Yesterday we met at Mom's house at 3pm for Christmas Eve pizza. All eleven of us were there with Mom. We ate. We talked. We ate. We laughed. We ate. We opened gifts. We ate. And then we all went our separate ways by 6 pm. It was weird. NEVER have we gone to Mom's for Christmas Eve. It was the first time. Today, I went over early. Mom and I went through some paperwork and then Jeannette arrived with her two and my three arrived shortly after. We had lunch (your probably wondering how we could have possibly eaten any more, aren't you?) We had already opened gifts. So we watched television. I said to Mom, "it doesn't feel like Christmas". She said "no, it doesn't." We left around 4:30. Jeannette left shortly after that.

Christmas was a little different this year. Dad was on my mind all day. He loved to buy tons and tons of gifts. And he started early. But this year was just a little different.

Here are some picture memories.

Amanda gave Daniel a nano bug and he said, "oh thank you, Amanda and hugged her."

This little lady steals the show with her cuteness. Jeannette bought her a pink snoopy and she tore the ears off already. I caught her with snoopy in her mouth and the camera did this freaky green eyes thing. Freaky deaky!

This was one of my favorite gifts. It was given to Mom by Jeannette. She always has creative ideas.

But...we surprised Mom with a ticket to come along with us on an Alaskan cruise in June. It was truly the highlight of the day, I believe.

To end our day, I tried to take a picturesque "Normal Rockwell" type of picture. It kept coming up blurry but this one is to my satisfaction.

Last year (Christmas 2009)

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Dad's Day

Wednesday night (December 15th) was filled with lots of people, hugs and laughs. From about 6 pm to about 7:45, the people flooded in. We greeted people that we have never met. We greeted people that we haven't seen in fifteen plus years. And we greet those who we love and are helping us get through the days now that Dad is not in them.

At 7:45, my nine year old nephew, read The Dragonfly Story because the church said no. Then my brother gave an off the cuff eulogy again because the church would not let him. It was wonderful. (I've asked him to put in on paper for us. Someday, I'll post that.) It was heartfelt and it was spot on. Dad was a family man. One of my friends said one of the truly good guys. One of Dad's friends said that he was trying to find the words to describe "Reds" Flynn. He finally came up with "He was a nice, nice, nice guy". Yes he was.

Thursday morning started with an argument with my eight year old. My nephew's suit pants did not fit. He didn't want to wear the dress shirt. He tripped over his junk in his bedroom and got hurt. He fell in to a puddle of tears and that's when I lost it too. Daniel ended up wearing a plaid button down shirt with the suit jacket. He wore his black under armor baseball pants and his goldenrod baseball socks with his beat up sneakers (no, I didn't take any pictures, sorry). And I was just fine with that. I don't know what other people think of my kid, but I don't care, as long as he is comfortable and happy, then I am fine too.

We had another hour at the funeral home before heading over to the church. (I'll keep this part brief.) I am composing a letter and when I am finished I will post it here for your viewing pleasure.

The church vetoed "Where you there when they crucified my Lord" saying that it was an Easter song and it's the Christmas season. They did play the other 3 songs we requested. They did not allow John 14 to be read because it is THE GOSPEL and only the priest can read that. I am not sure why the priest didn't read that. He read something else. I couldn't even tell you what it was or about. My nephew read 1 Timothy 2:5-6:

For there is one God and one mediator between God and mankind, the man Christ Jesus, who gave himself as a ransom for all people. This has now been witnessed to at the proper time.

The funniest part was when the priest gives the announcement about if you are a Catholic you can take communion but he does add that you have to be in good standing with the church. In other words, a practicing Catholic who has gone to confession. A certain someone went up to communion which sent my sister and I in to a fit of laughter. It was just what we needed at that moment to lighten things up.

From the church we went to the cemetery. It was bitter cold. Two service men were there and one played Taps. Then we sang "I'll be home for Christmas". This is when we cried. This was Dad's favorite song. He would sing it all year round. He would sing it at the mall in July and embarrass my Mom, she said.

Then as Jeannie Hopes put it "we drowned our sorrows in food". (Did I get that right, sister, dear sister. Sister, dear sister, come home with me now. Silly goose).

We had lunch and talked for over two hours until they had to kick us out. It was a wonderful day to celebrate the life of John (Jack, Reds) Flynn. I think Dad would have been happy with every single aspect of the day.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Need a Laugh? I do!

It's been a very long week. Dad's been gone 7 days already. The emotions hit like title waves. I spent 3 hours going through medical papers with my mom. Dad kept everything...receipts, medical papers, prescriptions AND made a copy of everything too. I have 3 large trash bags to go out on trash day. I made it all the way home before I started crying. I just had this feeling that I couldn't shake, a feeling that I just wanted to turn around and go back. The thought of Mom all alone at night just breaks my heart. She hasn't been alone (with the exception of 1995) for 45 years.

But on a lighter side, this should make you laugh. It helped me.

Dear Santa,

I've been a good Mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the pediatrician's office more than my own doctor, and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground.

I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room, between cycles....and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:
I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache, (in any color, except purple, I already have purple) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music, a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals, and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, 'Yes, Mommy' to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting 'Don't eat in the living room' and 'Take your hands off your brother,' because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare chocolate a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is calling and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants me to feed him or take him somewhere..

Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet. (You promised me last year you would lose some weight with me so next year you and I could be a cute size six...) Okay, some requests go too far.....

Yours Always,

P.S. One more can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children, healthy, safe. And of course, young enough to always believe in Santa


Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Rose Beyond the Wall

Celebrating Dad

Wednesday Night
6:00 - 8:00 pm
Plunkett Louis Swift Funeral Home

10 am
St. John Bosco Catholic Church

Burial to follow
St. John Neumann Cemetery

Williamson Restaurant

The Rose Beyond the Wall
Near shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.

As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall
Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice's length
And unfolded itself on the other side.

The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before,
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing its fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
And make our courage faint and fall?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive -
The rose still grows beyond the wall,

Scattering fragrance far and wide
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore.

From the writings of A.L. Frink

Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Dragonfly Story

John William Flynn
January 18, 1934 - December 11, 2010

"In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs who could not understand why none of their group ever came back after crawling up the lily stems to the top of the water. They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what had happened to him. Soon one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface; he rested himself on the top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation which made him a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain he tried to keep his promise. Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below. Then he realized that even if they could see him they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.
The fact that we cannot see our friends or communicate with them after the transformation which we call death is no proof that they cease to exist."

by Walter Dudley Cavert

Friday, December 10, 2010

Not Just a Farm Animal

I just had to add this because I left out a very important part of this message. I just cut and pasted this message from my sweet friend because she was the one who "reminded" me.

Thanks for sharing the part about how the shepherd has to break the sheep's legs and then how he carries the sheep until he heals. Amazing and the perfect example of how much God loves us and the measure He goes to to show us dependence on Him is where we will find true freedom and security. It could never be easy for a shepherd to do that to his sheep - never, it must break his heart. We break God's heart and then all He does is respond in compassionate love towards us - He does what it takes to remind us that He holds us close to His heart. Thanks for the encouragement and the verses. I still think it's funny you think I am funny, maybe it's just because we get each other ;) I love you and can't wait to spend time together soon. Praying for your dad. Love you!!!

"Heal" is the key word that I failed to mention. God will correct us. He will discipline us. BUT HE WILL HEAL US. Thanks D for the insightful comment.
Father God,
Thank you for the bitter cold temperatures. You are the warmth that comforts us. Thank you for the dark morning. You are the Light. Thank you for all of the people who are so kind and supportive. But thank you for the ones who are difficult, as they teach me the true meaning of Jesus' love. It's easy to love a lovable person. No so easy when they are just not nice.
Remind us today that impossible is not a word but a reason for someone not to try. Nothing in our lives is impossible with You Lord. Nothing is too hard for You. Please comfort us all in the areas of our lives that only You can comfort us. In Jesus Name, AMEN.

He gives power to the weak and strength to the powerless.
Isaiah 40:29 NLT

Click on the word: Faith.

My sweet friend and sister-in-Christ gave a beautiful presentation on Sheep last night. Does that sound funny? It was funny. She is a funny person who I wish I spent more time with. We talk every day...through it just email or text. She holds me up with her encouragement most days. (She thinks I am the encourager though, but she's wrong). Anyway...

My first retreat was to Sandy Cove. I believe there were about 700 women. The speaker, (Priscilla...can't think of her last name right now for the life of me... something) spoke about John 10. It was so moving, so powerful. It made me stronger and bolder to share my faith, which isn't always a good thing depending on who you talk to, LOL.

Anyway, one thing she did say that has been the tattoo on my brain ever since is when a sheep strays from the shepherd, sometimes He is forced to break the sheep's legs. The sheep is forced to listen to only the Shepherd's voice. And The Shepherd will then carry the sheep.

God never said it was going to be easy. He did say that He would never leave you. He is there for you!

"I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— just as the Father knows me and I know the Father—and I lay down my life for the sheep." John 10:14-15

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


These are words of wisdom but they are more than that. They are a WOW God moment!

I took my sweetheart to the train at an unbelievable early hour. As I drove home in the pitch black, I prayed. The song immediately entered my head. We will all stand before the Guest of Honor but not everyone will accept His invitation. I believe what the Bible says. I believe His Truth.

Click Here for the song that I've been listening to over and over. I just keep clicking "Replay". I love this song so much. Steven Curtis Chapman was one of the first Christian artists that I started listening to in 2001.

After I decided on the song, I wrote the prayer. I am so filled with emotion.

Father God,
Thank you for this time this morning. You stand at the door and knock. You don't barge in. You are not demanding with how we spend our time. You accept us just as we are. All we need to do is acknowledge You, Lord. Yet we are too busy to fit You in. Thank you for loving us when we find 30 seconds for you. Thank you for loving us when we give you our worst time of the day and fall asleep after 5 seconds.
Thank you Lord for all of the people praying for my father. I pray that his heart is prepared to hear the words and accept the Truth.
I pray for all of the people who are hearing these prayers and have yet to believe. May they all accept the invitation.
Bless all of the people who are giving us support. In Jesus Name.

Now I need a verse. And this is when I lost it, because you might not believe in an invisible God. You might think that it's my imaginary friend. But He is real. I talk to Him every day. He talks to me. God confirmed this fact with His Word for the day. Scroll to the very end.

June 2010 - Amanda's birthday

Daniel's 7th birthday (August 2009)

Christmas one year ago

Call it a coincidence if you wish, but I BELIEVE.

"Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." - John 14:6

Wednesday, December 1, 2010


Cracks in the concrete are just reminders that you fall apart, no matter how strong you are.