Lucky has nothing to do with it. Christians are blessed {smile font}. Praying your weekend has been filled with love and laughter and that the coming week finds you closer to Him and  moments that take your breath away~

"We need to turn off the wrinkle cream ads, stop dousing our heads in dye and start looking in the mirror to tell ourselves we are beautiful. Those gray hairs you are starting to see? They are amazing. Those laugh lines you always look for in photos? They are wonderful! You are a ravishing Queen in your own right and don't let anyone convince you otherwise. So smile, laugh, ham it up for the camera and know that your joy is more beautiful than boxed color or Botox could ever be!" ~ Lauren Richwine

Spring is on her way!

1) I am thankful for the birds outside my window each morning.
2) I love that they always settle in the trees over the azaleas!
3) Our azaleas apparently bloom year round! Not used to that!
4) To know that I am loved makes me feel safe and happy.
5) To know Heaven is my eternal home makes me beyond happy.

think of what's at hand

not what's behind you

the Lord your God

will sustain

and keep you

He will give His angels

to watch over you

you love

and you are loved

What a comfort ~

"And in the end,

it's not the years

in your life that count.

It's the life

in your years."

~ Abraham Lincoln

The Magic of Love

Love is like magic

And it always will be.

For love still remains

Life's sweet mystery.

Love works in ways

That are wondrous and strange

And there's nothing in life

That love cannot change.

Love can transform

The most commonplace

Into beauty and splendor

And sweetness and grace.

Love is unselfish,

Understanding and kind,

For it sees with its heart

and not with its mind.

Love is the answer

That everyone seeks,

Love is the language

That every heart speaks.

Love can't be bought,

It is priceless and free,

Love, like pure magic,

Is life's sweet mystery.

~ Helen Steiner Rice

"Never ignore a person who loves you,

cares for you, misses you.

Because one day,

you might wake up from your sleep

and realize

that you lost the moon

while counting the stars."

Being a mom,

1) I never realized how lonely night could be until I had a colicky baby and lived six hours from friends and family

2) Having a child means liking the end pieces of the loaf, not needing as many clothes and shoes as they do, and trying really hard to like eating at McDonald's all the time

3) I never thought I could so happy that my child decide NOT to play softball and we didn't have to go to all those practices and school night games

4) Watching your child play in the yard makes you notice how many tiny flowers there are in the world

5) Just because they grow up and leave your home, doesn't mean you quit worrying about their health, safety, and well-being

6) You see them do good and you want to shout and yell out, "That's my child!"

7) You see them cry and you want to do bodily harm to the one responsible

8) When they introduce you to a date, and you know before you turn around, that you've never heard her sound like that before~and you just know, deep down, that she's given her heart, and he isn't even aware yet

9) To have her say, "Mom, I'm going to have a baby" and you feel elated and scared at the same time. Elated because she'll now know how deeply she's loved, yet scared because childbirth holds risks

10) Becoming a grandmother is to go full circle and necessary to bring comfort to the later years

PS ~This piece came from our first blog and you can click here to read it there, along with others from our earlier days, and below a recent photo of Jenny's family now. There's been a sweet addition.

"When I saw you

I fell in love

and you smiled

because you knew"

~ Arrigo Boito

He Lives!

We serve a risen Saviour.

Praise his Holy Name ~

where did you go

now that you're home

what have you seen

that made you wonder

what did you do

that made you laugh

what have you observed

that touched your heart

and made a difference

in what ways has this journey

made you new

ever wonder who they are

what they did

who they lived

were they loved

did they love

sad, that the photo

is now out of the family

and relegated to someone

that wonders and dreams

might we meet in heaven

and find out the answers?

Whichever one grabbed your fancy,

we all like comments {smile font}.

So if possible, leave one.

It makes us know that you were here

and we're interested in your thoughts.

You'll find my other two writings

listed on the right. Just click!

Blessings ~

I love Winter.

I mean, I really love Winter.

Everything about it.

I'm one of those that hates to see it leave~

Ice Princess

Sensational tresses like locks of snow

Passionate eyes like embers aglow

A pale face with indication of desire

Surrounded by subtle white fire

Delicate limbs carved by ice

Shrouded in thy gown of sleet

Alluring smile; we it shall entice

Still she lies, so quiet and sweet

Enclosed by the winter white

A single loved and precious sight

On the wind her whispers ride

and on the wind the hymn does glide

Upon the horizon the sun ascends

When the wind dies down and the hymn does end

The silence falls and she makes amends

With still and peace her heart does mend

~Danielle

The rain was like a little mouse,

Quiet, small, and gray,

It pattered all around the house

And then it went away.

It did not come, I understand,

Indoors at all, until,

It found an open window and

Left tracks across the sill.

 

~ Elizabeth Coatsworth (1893-1986)

The imagination of our children. Priceless.

Their dreams. Our hopes for the future.

Little boys have their dreams.

And little girls hold on to theirs.

I love this poem, although it speaks of two

that are not brother and sister,

as Noah and Elle are in their caped costumes.

I hope you like the following, as I have.

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A Child's Dream

I loved to look upon him,

The Hunter near the Way.

So strong his arm and long his bow

And so bashful of the Day.

His courage never failed him

For he held his mace so high

And glared at the Bull in the River

And ruled the whole breadth of the sky.

As a girl, young and silly,

I oft dreamed of being the Maid.

And meeting, one nighttime afternoon,

The Hunter, in a starry glade.

And we would love 'pon sight

And marry in a cloud of joy.

What strange and daring dreams

A little girl may employ.

~ Sophia White