DON'T STRESS

ATTENTION ALL CHRISTIANS....

DON'T STRESS THE ATHEIST BILLBOARD...

JUST THANK "ME" THAT YOU'RE A CHRISTIAN

                                 LOVE,

                                        GOD !

 Now that I have your attention.  This is just a little reminder to all my friends out there who are offended by the Atheist billboard being put up.  After watching the news and catching some of the comments it came to my attention that the more that Christians complain about things of this nature  the more fuel they add to the fire.  If we can just learn to let it go.  well stop giving them a reason to complain about the CHRISTION things we do.  WORDS will never make or break GOD...he proved that when his heart was broken  watching his son die at CALVARY.  RELAX...GOD has it all under control.

THOUGHTS FROM THE LADYBUG

Welcome to my little corner of the world.  I hope that my jumbled mess of thoughts will give you strength to face another day,  hope for a new tomorrow, take you back to a simplier time in life, remind you of a good time you may have forgotten,  and most of show you how the love of God changes things.  You do not have to be a Christian to read my work,  but it is my hope that perhaps I can help you find him if you do not believe in him.  I have lived both sides of the story,  but I like the new me a whole lot better.

WHAT A MESS

Everyday we wake up to bad news on the tv, the radio, the internet, even from our neighbors down the street.  If it were not for all the bad news no one would have a job,  because news reports capture our attention by the headlines.

I studied to be a reporter while I was in high school.  In fact I wrote for our county paper,  but that was a simplier time. I can not remember reading bad news in our paper or hearing bad news on the tv stations  (we only had three channels. 3, 8, and 13.)  There was no kissing, no cussing, and definitely NO SEX on the tv when I was growing up.

When kissing first started on tv it was with Mama's favorite soap,  and it was mild back then and I was never allowed in the room when she watched it.  She would have had a heart attack if she had seen how the soaps have changed today.  They are one step away from PORN today,  but even children watch them. 

We as a society have just learned to accept whatever the world throws at us and say it's ok.  I have become so angry at times because I lived in a simplier time and I hate that my daughter has to grow up in this messed up world.  I would have given everything I own for her to have lived as I did.  No I didn't have two nickles to rub together,  but my childhood was something to remember.

I AM BLESSED

I wake up every morning wondering just what this day will bring.  I know that I will not sail through it without some rough waters,  but I've learned to look up at God,  smile and say  

" THANK YOU GOD,  that  I'm still here upon the water."  I may have to face troubled seas but I rest in the assurance that I do not face the storms of life alone.

I remind myself everyday that I am Blessed.  If I get out of my bed, I am Blessed. 

 If I hear the sound of my husband stirring then I know I am blessed ( God kept him safe through the night.)

  If I see the face of my little girl getting ready for school,  I am blessed,  no harm came to her the day before.

When I take my first steps out onto MY FRONT PORCH,  I am blessed.  Because I SEE the skies above me.  I FEEL the breeze upon my face.  I HEAR the sound of the birds singing in my trees.  It is then that I fall down on my knees,  and "THANK GOD "  for I am BLESSED  with another day of life,  for however long that time might be.

ANGELS ROUND MY BED

 In my years of working with the sick and elderly I grew to love them.  Each one has touched my life in some way.  I have had to be with family members and watch them say good-bye to loved ones. I never got use to it and I usually cried right along with them.  I had one special family who touched my life in ways I never dreamed.  They were a Christian family and very close knit.  The days before the death of their loved one was hard.  I went home one night and couldn't get them off my mind.  I woke up from a dream where my patient had spoken to me and it was so real.  I got straight up and wrote down what she said and I gave it to them the nexy day.  I had to follow my heart that said they needed to hear these words,  they said they found them a comfort.  I never told them where the words came from...but I am most thankful for that very special dream.

                " ANGELS ROUND MY BED"

" I know at this time your heart is sad,  I can't speak but I can see;   I don't want you to worry my loved ones,  God's watching over me. He knows that your heart is  broken and so burdened down with care,  you think that I'm all alone,  But I see God standing there."

" Child, let me assure you that I am not alone as I rest my weary head...you can't see them...but there are angels round my bed. I'm sheltered in a blanket of God's amazing love,  as Angels keep thier watch over me for the master  up above. So do not fret and worry my loved ones,  go rest your weary head,  for I have nothing to fear...there are Angels round my bed."

" They keep good watch over me just as God has planned my dear, and if I should have to leave,  don't grieve ,but be of good cheer. For I'll be at home in heaven,  that's where I'll rest my weary head...and I'll have no more need of  these Angels round my bed."

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THE HILLS OF HOME

I could never have imagined that life would change so drastically for me that I would one day leave the peaceful place I called home for so many years. But I became a wife and MOTHER and made the decision to leave that familiar place for a world unknown to me.  I moved with my husband and little girl to a place where you never know the changing of the seans,  the grass is not a lush green,  and there are no mountains to run.  The hills behind my little country home was a place of escape for me.  I could go there as a young girl and imagine that I ruled over my own KINGDOM.  I could take my dolly with me and I was a mommy having picnics with fried chicken and potatoe salad.  I didn't think about tea parties...I wanted real food.  Sometimes I would pretend I was a settler in a new world and Mama would wrap my food up in a crisp, clean towel and give it to me as if I was living in the days before " Baggies" and brown paper bags.  Often as I got older I would climb to that mountain and talk to God about things no one else would ever understand.  The hills of home call me in my mind from time to time,  and I am saddened that I may never see them again.  The old homeplace has been sold and I'm  sure that my peaceful place has grown up with weeds by now.  But in my mind There are no weeds because these feet beat a path there every chance I got.  And things are just the way they use to be,  when I was queen of the MOUNTAIN.  The hills of home will always be a special place for me,  and I will go there in my mind...EVERY chance I get.