Hope was born from Love on Christmas Day

Hope was born from Love on Christmas Day

Hope was born from Love on Christmas Day

The Christmas season is in full swing for many of us. We have our trees decorated with festive lights and ornaments while bright-colored stockings have been hung from our fireplace mantles.  All in hopeful anticipation for a visit from the red-suite, round belly, jolly old man. (By the way, that’s for those who still believe in good old Santa Claus.) The malls are alive, crackling with the noise of animated shoppers busy looking for that perfect gift.  I personally try to avoid the malls, as best I can.   I figure I’m less likely to get trampled in a “buy one get one free” stampede

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The honorable role as his help meet

The honorable role as his help meet

When I first got married, I didn’t want to be my husband’s help meet. I was a strong and independent young woman. Sure, I had fallen in love. I also wanted to get married and spend the rest of my life with this wonderful gift of a man God had blessed me with. Still, after surviving the many incredulous events that life had thrown at me, including the death of my dad when I was nine and the responsibility of taking care of my three younger sisters years later, I wanted to feel secure and happy.  I wanted to just

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Time certainly does NOT heal all wounds

Time certainly does NOT heal all wounds

It is said that time heal all wounds. I beg to differ. In fact, I want to challenge this statement. It has been 40 years since my dad died.  I think of him almost every day.  My memories have kept him alive in my heart over the years.  The nine-year old little girl inside of me who watched her dad ablaze from an accidental fire, desperately wants to hold on to the good memories. The way he laughed.  His engaging smile.  The way he looked in his hats.  My dad sure loved his fedoras. I miss my dad and still

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There is a cost to love like Jesus loves

There is a cost to love like Jesus loves

Have you ever prayed this prayer.. “Father, help me to love like you do” I have. In fact, it is a prayer that I utter quite frequently.  It is not only that I need help in this area of my daily living, but that, without this help, the potential for me to be a mean-spirited, ugly person becomes all too real. So, I find myself praying this very prayer whenever my flesh rises up and want to respond unkindly.  On the days when someone tries my patience a little too much or really wound my heart, I am tempted to respond in

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Encouragement can be a life jacket to a drowning man

Encouragement can be a life jacket to a drowning man

God may call us to one or many things as we journey through life.  However, most times, these callings come with some unforeseen challenges. We all want to know we have purpose and we take great delight in the idea that God desires to use us.  Yet when faced with these challenges, we tend to want to question our ability to fulfill our God-given purpose.  We may even question if the call is truly from God or not.  Sometimes these challenges make it difficult to stay the course and run the race to which we have been called. I often

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Gratefully accepting the nomination for the 2017 Liebster award

Gratefully accepting the nomination for the 2017 Liebster award

I have discovered in the one plus year that I have been blogging that the rewards to doing something I love can be endless. One of such rewards include the nomination for the Liebster Award.  This is an award that recognizes and honors new bloggers who have 200 or less followers on their blog site.  This award not only brings recognition for hard work but also provides a great way to connect with others in the blogging world. TO MY NOMINATOR I would like to say a BIG thank you to Cassie Wilson over at http://cassielwilson.com for nominating me and paying

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Self care – Me time for the weary mom

Self care – Me time for the weary mom

  Finally!! A free moment to sit and catch your breath. It has been a chaotic morning.  Actually, come to think of it, so has many of your mornings.  It didn’t help that you slept through the alarm today.  If  only you had made the kids’ lunch before going to bed like you wanted to.  But then if you had, you wouldn’t have had time to fold that extra load of laundry.  And you wouldn’t have been able to put the finishing touches on hubby’s shirt. No point crying over spilled milk, literally.  The clean up cost you the last few

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Choosing to have hope in the midst of pain

Choosing to have hope in the midst of pain

I debated writing this post. If not for any other reason, it’s this….transparency is not easy! And it’s especially not easy when our situation is still fresh or ongoing. Most times we are more inclined to share when we have gone through our experience and come out the other end victorious. But, even just making the decision to share in struggles somehow has the power to be comforting. Though this post is not about full disclosure, I felt lead to share this much. No one wants to feel pain!! As a Registered Nurse, I know it’s common knowledge that pain

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Let us come back to the heart of worship

Let us come back to the heart of worship

There is something profoundly powerful about true worship. In the bible we read the story of one woman’s heart filled with gratitude and adoration for the One she loved.  Mary of Bethany brought her alabaster jar of expensive perfume to supper.  This she poured over Jesus’ feet while he sat with his disciples after they had eaten. “Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead.  Here a dinner was given in Jesus’ honor.  Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with him. Then Mary took

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Walking through the seasons of life

Walking through the seasons of life

The huge potted mums was lying on its side again.  Though larger than most, the plastic planter was no match for the strong winds and rain that were normal for this time of the year. Most of the beautiful red, yellow and orange leaves that had majestically crowned the tree tops were now lying in a bronze colored carpet on the ground. There weren’t enough leaves for the neighboring kids to frolic in but there was certainly enough to send my husband off to the local hardware store for a rake and recycling yard bags.  Yes, what was just a

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