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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Guess I was supposed to do this 10 days inna Row . . .

9 things I love. . . . there's so many . . .

10. Listening to horses eat in the morning.
9. Quilting.
8. Amy's laugh.
7. Understanding/seeing a scripture in a whole new way.
6. Talking to Cindy.
5. The sound of birdsong in the morning.
4. Coffee with Robert on the back porch.
3. When I see that God has moved in my life while I went my ignorant way.
2. Robert and the fam.
10. My God. My Father, my Savior, my Spirit.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

10 Secrets About Me

. . whether you wanna know them or not . . .

1. I wish I didn't feel the need to entertain all the time!

2. It is nearly impossible to get past my wall once I put it up.

3. I don't paint or draw serious pictures because I cannot please myself ever.

4. I've never done 1 single pull up in all my life.

5. It is very very easy to hurt my feelings but you'll rarely know it.

6. I wanted to be a professional singer all though my junior high school years.

7. I wanted to be an actress throughout my high school years.

8. I'm afraid of losing weight.

9. I own over 450 movies. And I re watch them over and over.

10. I have a phobia about being lost.

Saturday, July 09, 2011

Okay, Amy . . . I'll bite.

. . . . Hmmmm . . .

. . . . 7 things I want . . . . .

1. To sit in Gods lap, to walk with Christ and discuss things and to find the Spirit more.

2. I want to be able to enjoy things more.

3. To be able to better manage my time.

4. To be able to accept that which I cannot understand.

5. To see mom's face now that she realizes.

6. To be able to go back in time, knowing what I do now, to teach, and hold and cherish my sons more than I did before.

7. And by far the thing I want most is Heaven. Can't wait to be able to hit those notes when I get there.

Friday, May 27, 2011


I've always thought placebos were horrible. Like a trick the doctor plays on you to see if you're really ill or just a hypochondriac. You take this miracle drug and wham! All better and thankful and . . wadda idiot. It was tic-tacs all along. It's really insulting.

It's fake. You believe and accept and hope and it's vapor.

So are some people. Calling themselves friends, they are just as intangible as fake medicine - the tic-tac. You believe and love them and depend on them and WHAM - they are gone, giggling at their insensitive cleverness and at your ignorance.

You're left feeling stupid and used.

Gag, I hate that.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

A Definition

Faith is hanging on when it just ain't possible to hang on one second longer.

Faith is believing that there is good out there no matter how much rotten junk you get hurled at you.

Faith is smiling and doing for others when then are jerks or don't even care that you're breathing but you do it anyway.

Faith is knowing (not just believing) that you are never (never) all alone. No matter how tangibly black life gets, you are not by yourself.

Faith is a working verb most of the time. It's a horrific workout. It's a merciless taskmaster and it is worth every single second you put into it.

EVERY single second you put into it.

Wednesday, May 04, 2011


The other morning I was lazing in bed. when I turned my head to snuggle into the pillow and - - GAG! The stench was awful! Who had done what on my pillow? It was . . . it was . . .

Pretty doggone pathetic when you have to get up to brush your teeth to keep from offending yourself

Friday, April 01, 2011

It's an Age Thing

So Robert and I decided to change sides of the bed. Don't really know why, but for me, it was sorta exciting - (I GOTTA get out more.)

So here I am, all snuggled on the left hand side, reading, happy as a clam...

It lasted 2 nights.

Much further to the bathroom over there.