Pass it on

It’s so cool how people can show kindness.

One of my regular customers has been praying for me. He came over to talk to me last week and said that he had walked the whole store to find me to be sure I was ok.

One man went out of his way to find me to thank me for being nice to him.

Those moments are great and those are to be passed on.

Be kind today and pray that someone passes it on.

Miss Littles Grew

After the seeds were planted . . .

in PaPa's roses.

I think the roses were beyond grossed out.

She raised three of these babies.

We brought this one home and played with it.

Its good side.

We teased it. . . .moose ears

We offered it a snack

Bunny ears. . . .

But at the end of the day it has to happen.


Oh the juice! Oh the juice!




So good and sweet.

Wish ya'll were here to enjoy.

I'm in the sand!

Milly's toes in the sand

Anyone else want to tell me how they feel?

I woke up got ready for work went to work took the schedule from the wall and realized the color of the paper where I am is a different color so that means I am off today and I got up at 4:21 am to be there. I had a migraine yesterday and one working the day before and the almost X started a fight Saturday so I wasn’t in a good mood nor was my dad because he has been very ill so I called my friend to talk about her cancer and she made me laugh so all was good as long as the cancer is gone PRAY"N HARD! Now I’m trying to budget for the future and spent some time talking to another woman about the men we divorced. I now have to go to the book store and purchase a book for my son he finally remembered who it was a bout and the one he needed I really just want to go back to bed for while but I can’t I do think I’ll pop into a couple of places to window shop I also need to write a letter to someone I did receive a nice little care package from a coworker because she wanted me to have a nice day last week but the X tried to pick another fight today I’m not playing this time I also need to food shop

Not too sandy I have God and I have you and I have friends and I have my kids.

So how are you?

I can't control the Tink in me some days. Can you?

This summer my daughter and I were walking through Disney land talking about Tinker Bell. She looked up at me very seriously and said “She just can’t control herself.” I smiled and said “Maybe we should change your name to Tink.” She likes the one I gave her in the first place. No changes.

Are we bits of Peter Pan?

Self control can be difficult when my boss is a loud mouthed person and he’s wrong. I have no other way but to loudly tell him how wrong he is . . . .with a smile.. . .he interrupted me while I was with my customers. They smiled too. My boss tried to recover but I shut him down because I was the rightest one. Darn. . . .I’m Tink aren’t I?

I know who Peter Pan is. Several of you dudes, nothing personal. You know who you are and why I’m saying this.

Captain Hook!
Who are you out there?

Wendy?
Are you a Wendy?

Church and state?

Can we truly separate church from state?


I had a pretty important typo on that post.
I can't separate it in my heart.

I’m asking if any of you have ever really been able to. Sure we can use reason to do so but can your heart go along with it?

And if the movie was even close to being right the men involved in the declaration had trouble also.

Too bad Mark is out of town this is a good one for him to dig into. I have so little time right now so please feel free to speak freely.

Stuff. . .like life. . .and Danny is back to blogging

I think Dave is still in hiding. . . perhaps in the woods waiting for winter to bring snow to shovel. He loves that ya know.


The first two days of school have come and gone. They are the ones in school and I have homework!
Not fair!
Not fair at all!

My dad is back in the hospital. This time he had what I suspected, not what his doctor thought, pneumonia. I really don’t like this doctor first he missed his heart stuff and now this. I kept pressing about the pneumonia because I know that some people don’t present a lot of symptoms. I’m not sure how long that they will be keeping him but I’m glad he finally gave into all of us and went.

I have been thinking on several post ideas but life has me hopping.

One thing I was wondering while surfing about: Can we really separate church and state? Do we have the ability to do so?

I know that in my heart I can't separate being a Christian when it comes to issues.

Can the normal Christian human separate how they feel and how they believe?

Can you?

Schooooool is on!

Today is meet the teacher day!

Could we BE more excited!

School rocks for Miss Littles!

The Boy not so much.

The Mom Heck yes! Hall' a ta ya boyz!

Bring it!!!!

Immeasurable God

As I stood at work looking out into the vastness of hardware and home improvement I thought about how I see God and God sees me. When I was a child God was big, he was a huge immeasurable being that I loved and was told that He loved me but He seemed too big to reach yet always with me, it’s hard to explain I suppose. It’s just that I wasn’t really raised in a church going home after fifth grade and I had a huge amount of fears as a small child. Honestly a huge amount. I had more panic attacks as a child then as an adult. God was enormous and I was part afraid, curious, and very confused. He was always with me He could always see me. Even when I’m doing stuff God could see me. The sixties and seventies were a time of Hell fire and brim stone sermons. God was going to smote us if we weren’t respecting Him, following Him, if we doubted we were dead. It was frightening for me as a child. But still I loved Him because in the cracks He showed me Himself.

As an adult I see God differently and still the same. He is vast and in my brain I find confusion at times. God can hear me . . . He can hear me. He keeps me in His pocket for safe keeping like a prized possession . . . along with all of you. To really grasp this I think of where I work most of the time. I’m watching four screens, four or more people, four computers, the area around me, a walkie-talkie seems to be chattering most of the time, the phone ringing, those who are stopping by for information, and most of the time I have a bit of paperwork to do while all of this is going on. I love it! I have those folks who know me and give hugs, jokes, and blessings. I get yelled at cussed at and seem to be the one who has made their day a moment in hell. I do this rush for only a few short hours a day clock out and get into my car, my sanctuary, a place to pray and find peace. I have trouble keeping up with people and the demands at times and I’m good at it. God is the Supreme Being the one who invented all of us yammering people and He has absolutely no problem listening to us. I doubt that God says “You know it was such a hard day at earth I think I’ll take a long bath and watch a movie tonight.” He’s God. He listens to us children as a patient parent listens to an eight year old tells you about her day.


God sent Jesus here for us we see that He can be a touchable God. Jesus showed us love and kindness He showed us a loving God. We needed that and He knew that we did, would, and will.

God has given me valuable beings to talk to they have listened and prayed for me but I see that I have worn at least one out. I understand that not everyone can listen like God can.

These days I think that I’ve made God smaller I think that I need for Him to be smaller. I need to feel Him next to me. I need to hold His hand to my heart. I need Him to be the one to lean on.

Millyism and MillLife

Shopping for the girls is like sports for the boys.

It’s all good!

Family, fun, great sales folks for my daughter,

&

time well spent out of pocket.

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LOVE

I LOVE YOU TOO!