tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24138966260769325212012-07-14T10:03:42.711-04:00I love to write and hope to share bits and pieces of my life with online readers. May you be encouraged as you read and remember, if you don't agree with everything I write let's just agree to disagree. May this be the best day ever and I hope you make a difference in someone's life. Remember to the world you may be just one person but to one person you may be the world. Remember: Life is hard but God is good and if He brings you to it, He will also see you through it! Take care and God bless!Gigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07986188794072570572noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413896626076932521.post-80081634414409264352012-07-13T23:05:00.003-04:002012-07-13T23:09:35.699-04:00

What do we usually think of when someone says, "It's Friday the 13th?"  Honestly, my first thoughts go to the movie series "Friday the 13th" and that image of Jason wearing a hockey mask and carrying around a chainsaw.  The summer after my freshman year in college I decided to be a camp counselor at a Christian camp.  One of my older brothers reminded me of "Friday the 13th."  He said, "Remember

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After 2 1/2 years of writer's block I have returned to my blog.  Actually, I didn't have writer's block.  Life threw me a curve ball and I think I got hit one too many times.  But by the grace of God I am able to testify of His steadfast love.   Shall I give you an update?  Things probably began to unravel Halloween weekend 2010.  I started getting really sick and no one could figure out what

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Today I was in a car accident. It wasn't anything major, just a minor bumper thumper. I was going down the road on the way to meet my sister for lunch. This person in front of me slammed on brakes and then began to back up. I laid down on my horn to let him/her know that I was behind them but it was too late! Bam! A Chevy Tahoe from Mississippi hit me. This isn't what I wanted. I woke up

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Today is my favorite holiday of the year! I love the Fourth of July! I love God and my country. I love the soldiers who have shed their blood here and abroad to keep our nation free. I love the vets who served in our nation's wars. Many never came home.I'm not sure when I began to love the Fourth of July. Perhaps it could have been as a child when we would wait with great anticipation for my Dad

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Recently we have bid farewell to a lot of American legends and everyone is talking about these remarkable people and the life they led. They are getting just as much publicity in death as they did in life. Enough to continue selling tabloids, magazines, music, to crash the Internet and to cause controversy. We remember them for the good and the bad but it won't be that way in Heaven. God isn't

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I love music. I love to sing. I love to dance. I love to listen to music for relaxation and entertainment. Music has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I remember doing the do re mis in grade school. I remember taking piano lessons for a few years but then giving up to pursue my love of gymnastics, dance and skating. I sang in youth choirs at my church, high school choirs, and

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Have you ever wondered how people get through the difficult times? How do you deal with the loss of a loved one or friend? How do you bounce back after a friendship has floundered, a business crumbles or your dreams are dashed upon the stones? You look to the God of the ages and you realize that it was a part of God’s plan. God makes no mistakes. He makes all things beautiful in His time and

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This month is child abuse awareness month so we are reading about organizations that help keep children safe at a larger rate than we usually would. I am active on Twitter and many members are posting their thoughts, ads, etc. But I just cringe at every post because I remember the days when that was me. I remember the days when I was the child running from an abuser and hoping and praying that

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In the beginning, two weeks ago, I went into the master bath and heard a slight racket. I leaned in toward the linen closet door and believed there was something in the walls. For those of you who don’t know me—I have an intense fear of bugs, critters, wildlife, etc. My heart started racing and a big lump rose up in my throat as I reached for the doorknob and hoped and prayed that something didn’

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This morning on the way to work I cried as I thought about the passing of Natasha Richardson. I didn't cry because I lost a friend or loved one. I cried because that's what I do when things don't quite make sense to me. I cried because my heart went out to the many friends and loved ones who were mourning her and I cried because I realized it could have been one of my friends or loved ones.Like

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Have you ever wondered what someone meant when they said they were under conviction or that was a conviction in their life? Well, I grew up in church and I often heard my pastor preach on convictions. As I got older I began to think that those convictions had to be a part of my life or belief system for me to be considered a decent person. But then I got older and wiser and I learned to discern

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As an adult have you ever wished you could go back in time? Not way back to another era but rather back into the years of your childhood when things seemed less complex. People speak of the inner child or the child within. Well, I am young and full of life. I am always playing and I guess that's what keeps me going. You're going to grow old when you quit playing.I have precious memories of my

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You wake up and you know that the entire day is yours to do with whatever you want. I stretch and curl up. I roll over and pull the blankets back up over my head and think I'm going back to sleep but I can't. Okay, no problem. Get out of the bed lazy head! Today is a new day and time to start anew. I love Saturdays for two reasons: I can stay up late on Friday night knowing I get to sleep in

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Adversity is the diamond dust that heaven polishes its jewels with. ~ LeightonA smooth sea never made a skillful mariner. ~ AnonymousThe storm also beats on the house that is built on the rock. ~AnonymousDon't ask for a light load, but rather ask for a strong back. ~ Anonymous The Anchor HoldsPerformed by Ray BoltzI have journeyed through the long, dark nightOut on the open sea,By faith alone,

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Last Saturday, January 24th, was the anniversary of the death of the love of my life. As in the Titanic, "my heart will go on" but there will forever be a void in my heart that only the memories of my sweet Adonai can fill. This poem is dedicated to him. Gone but not forgotten.My Sweet AdonaiIt’s been four days since that fateful night and yet I still remember it like it was yesterday. I guess

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The message will speak for itself... I do not believe in abortion. I believe it is a sin against God and it is murder!Diary Of An Unborn ChildSeptember 19:Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall have blond hair and blue eyes. Just about everything is settled though, even the fact that I shall love flowers.October 3:Some say that I

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This morning I got up to get ready for work and there were ants in my pants. I'm not kidding! I walked thru the living room and as my bare feet touched the linoleum floor in the kitchen it appeared that the marble designs on the tile were moving. So, I stoop down and get closer and drats! There to my total amazement is a line of ants marching down the floor, along the baseboards. They are

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