Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Death can...Death Cannot
Death can seperate our bodies...but it can not seperate our spirits......WE WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN...it may be in spirit only..... but I'll settle for that.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
We have plans
I'm feeling refreshed after a good nights sleep..hope it will hold out over the weekend.
Tonight: a painting class with Barb and LL http://myspiritedart.com/
Tomorrow: church, http://www.jwbc.org/
followed by lunch at the Red Lobster with Barb, Peggy and Beth http://www.redlobster.com/
followed by a Christmas play at the Burritt Museum
http://www.burrittonthemountain.com/
followed by our sunday school class Christmas dinner party
Monday:
Tonight: a painting class with Barb and LL http://myspiritedart.com/
Tomorrow: church, http://www.jwbc.org/
followed by lunch at the Red Lobster with Barb, Peggy and Beth http://www.redlobster.com/
followed by a Christmas play at the Burritt Museum
http://www.burrittonthemountain.com/
followed by our sunday school class Christmas dinner party
Monday:
Friday, December 17, 2010
Caramia's first Christmas
As she is only eleven months old and hasn't a clue about what will be happening all around the world on the morning of Dec. 25. she received my gift to her early...her first baby doll and stroller..
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Praising God in the Valley
I have not been praising God through this valley I've been traveling through...my sorrow and grief has trapped me.....it has blinded me for a while..I am now able to cry out to God...and he hears me...God sends His love... even when His children are not faithful....HE is faithful. It may be that I will remain in this valley until I am reunited with my beloved, but He sustains me......and I anxiously await that day.
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Jesus, Lover of my soul
Let me to Thy bosom fly
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide
Till the storm of life is past.
John Wesley
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Jesus, Lover of my soul
Let me to Thy bosom fly
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide
Till the storm of life is past.
John Wesley
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
I'll have a blue Christmas without you,
I'll be so blue thinking about you,
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
won't mean a thing dear if you're not here with me.
I'll have a blue Christmas that's certain,
And when those blue heartaches start hurtin
You'll be doin' alright with your Christmas of white
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas
I'll be so blue thinking about you,
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
won't mean a thing dear if you're not here with me.
I'll have a blue Christmas that's certain,
And when those blue heartaches start hurtin
You'll be doin' alright with your Christmas of white
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas
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