Keep'n them safe

My son and I worked late into the night and me into the morning on a DFY project. (Drug Free Youth.) OOPS government class project. It’s an important project so I was glad to lend a hand. This one isn’t just a cool thing for him to do this is life and it’s for you and essential your children. Staying up late to put words with his video was necessity.

I pray that it saves lives.

I’d love to put the video on this site but I don’t have permission to do so.

Cody’s Law

On September 19, 2004 a 16 year old Cody Greenhaw died from a methadone overdose. He was given the drugs from the parents of his friend. They willingly gave him drugs and alcohol. He was encouraged to score for them. Did his parents see it? Yes they found the marijuana in his truck and did what most of us would do. They took away privileges and made him take regular drug tests. He passed over and over again so when he asked to spend time with his friend they gave in, after all he was doing well. He asked again, it was a birthday party so they gave in.

I can’t imagine what it was like to have police officers show up in church to tell you that your son is dead. The parents never called to tell them that they found him dead in their home.
Yes Cody had chosen to do drugs but they were given to him while the parents watched.

My son’s class decided to raise awareness and work towards strengthening the bill. They took first in the region for some of the work that they’ve done but that isn’t the true goal. They want the bill to make parents responsible for their children and your children when they are in our homes.

This one hit my heart. These kids are just like your kids. Some of the quotes are things that I’d say about my son. He was a good boy who made a bad friend. But here’s where it really hits us as parents WE ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT HAPPENS IN OUR HOMES! I have pain killers in my house. My husband has alcohol on occasion. Right now I wouldn’t be responsible if a kid overdosed without my knowledge. Look folks all that we would need to is put those items where they can’t get to them before we go for the pizza for our video playing kids. Before we leave the house with someone else’s child in it, a child that you don’t really know, put it away. Be the cool parent and keep them safe. You wouldn't put a loaded gun on your bathroom counter. Or do you?

Another thing check out who they are hanging out with. Don’t be afraid to drop by to meet the parents and don’t be afraid to see the house where they live. If it feels off it most likely is.

I kept looking at my son and saying this could be any of you.

This could be you.

He was a kind, sensitive and caring kid.

Cody’s mom Sareva Greenhaw about her son

It was not uncommon to hear from other parents that he was their favorite among their kids' friends.

He was the boy next door.

He was a good student and he was involved in athletics and church,

He was also involved in drugs,

Cody’s mom

The hardest thing you'll ever have to do is close the lid on your child's casket, and we don't want to see another family endure thistragedy.

Mark Greenhaw Cody’s dad.

PRAYING FOR DRUG FREE KIDS

DFY

Tooth fairy where are you?

Cheetah by Miss Littles

Today I got the pleasure of spending two hours in the dentist chair. Yea! I took two breaks for air and to move around. Am I finished with this adventure? No I’m not. This was the third appointment and I have one more to go on this side then when I can spend more cash I get to start on the other side. I can’t wait!

I’m having two baby teeth taken care of. Yes I still have some in the back. Kids take care of those choppers you may need them at the age of forty-six.

Brush and floss folks your dentist will thank you.

On whose clock shall our time on this realm end?

If it shall end sooner than later what shall you be doing to pass your short life away?

Will you worry about what they believe?

Will you try to persuade them?

How wrong they are, you know you are ever so right.

Aren’t you?

So when the trumpets blast will you be the one on bended knees or will you be the one waving your arms about in pride to show how right you are?

Who shall hear the words from you today?

Where is Christ in you?

Your heart or your prideful self?

Where is Christ in you?

Miss Littles has questions for you folks out in the blog world.

What is our Lord's favorite food?

Why did an angel tell Mary she was going to have a baby?


Why did the angel tell her that she would have to name Him Jesus?


Please answer on her site

http://littlesworld-milly.blogspot.com/

How's it going?

I was thinking about you and wondering how you were doing.

The right to be angry

We agree that anger is ok. I believe that all of us have been angry at some time in our lives. Some of us more times than others.

So let me tell a few little stories.

Sarah called her husband Dan as she loaded the children into the car. He gave her several things to purchase at the store and a warning that the money in the check book was low. She managed to buckle her daughter into the car seat. Something Houdini couldn’t have done while on the cell phone. She hung up and convinced her eight year old son it get in the car with a promise that it would be a short trip to the store. As she drove she told herself both kids will be in school next fall and she will be able to shop alone. She smile at the thought of not listening to her son tell her how board he was over and over again. She won’t have to worry that when she turns her head her escape artist child will be climbing out of the cart. She almost giggled at the thought of having lunch with her girl friends in a restaurant with that doesn’t have Mc something or a toy and play area. She was suddenly snapped into the real world when she heard the screeching sound. The nest call that her husband received wasn’t that from her bride to tell him how things went at the store and how she spent too much money it was from the police.

Everything in his life has now been changed.


The noise woke Molly from her sleep. She sat up quickly confused as to why she had a horrible feeling in the depths of her heart. BANG! A second gun shot. Confusion and panic overcame her as she rushed outside. Dear God why!!!! she screamed as she fell to the ground next to her son. He is just a boy my little boy.


The police seemed not to care about her feelings as they questioned her. Father, no, no father he split after my son was born. I’ve raised Jordan and his brother by myself. Drugs? No. She shook her head as she tried to comprehend what was happening. She watched while they took photographs of her son, his life blood on the street.

A case of mistaken identity. The shooter was wrong he chose the wrong young man and her life forever changed.

Will joined the military although it must have been a hard thing for a young gay man to do. He found solacement in the arms of strangers. When the doctor told him that the lingering virus wasn’t going to ever go away because he’s HIV positive his life forever changed.

Bobby’s great with children. He loves them. When his sister called with the news that his niece wasn’t breathing he rushed to the hospital. Blunt force trauma. She died from blunt force trauma. How does a two year old. . .the boy friend? His sister? The baby sitter? Their lives forever changed.

She tries to pretend she asleep so that he won’t come into the room. She tries her best to please him but always falls short. He works hard to make a living for them, it’s not enough.


Car wrecks. . .gun shots. . .diseases. . .murder. . .hurt. . .pain. . . death. . .anguish. . . .and . . . .and . . and. . .

I know some of the people who have stories like these. Some will find God. Some found forgiveness giving us an example of how loving our Lord is. Some don’t know God and if that’s what you people think He is then no thank you.


I’m blessed because I have never been angry with God. I’ve never lost a child. I’ve never been told that the illness is going to kill me. I’ve been in a bubble of a life and I’m blessed.
Others have fallen to there knees and asked God why. They have felt the burning anger and they have a right to be angry.


She was told that he wouldn’t live but a few short days after birth and at twenty two God called him home in a car wreck. His mother smiles as she tells of her loving son. He touched others lives and led them to God. She doesn’t question Him she thanks Him.


Not easy when you hold them so close. She’d have a right to be angry, she isn’t.


Is anger productive?


Yes it is!


When you hear that a man in your neighborhood grabbed a little girl. You begin to look for her, any car a bush you look at ever stranger. It could be him. When the little one is found naked and dripping with blood you get angry. You drop to your knees and pray. You drop some cash in a bucket to help the little one who will no longer be able to have children. Your anger stays because she is forever changed.


John Walsh was angry. MADD is angry. DVIS is angry.


A woman was constantly being abused by her husband, after the divorce he kept at her. The police did nothing to help her. When the cop received the call he stopped to go to the bathroom and then drove over to find her exhusband stabbing her. He took the knife away and walked to his car, unlocked the trunk and put the knife away while the exhusband stomped on her. She got angry. . .laws get changed from anger.


If we are to get angry with God then we must get up and be productive.

I pray for those of you who are hurting. I don’t know how it feels to be like you but God does and He is waiting for you to grab onto Him.

Peace Be With You.

I dropped the hook and now I'm waiting with my mocha cappa something

Ya’ll may remember how I enjoy fishing. I was fishing when I asked and I’m working on a post on this question Is it alright to be angry with God? I know what my answer is and I kind of knew what most of you were going to say.

Today I stared working on the worship slides and found this song.

I think it's fitting to start with.


My eyes are dry

By Keith Green

My eyes are dry
my faith is old
My heart is hard
my prayers are cold

And I know how
I ought to be
Alive to You
and dead to me

What can be done
With an old heart
like mine

Soften it up
with oil and wine
The oil is You
Your Spirit of love

Please wash
me anew

In the wine
of Your blood

My eyes are dry
my faith is old
My heart is hard
my prayers are cold

And I know how
I ought to be
Alive to You
and dead to me

What can be done
With an old heart
like mine

Soften it up
with oil and wine
The oil is You
Your Spirit of love

Please wash
me anew
In the wine
of Your blood

Grab a cup of coffee and share.

I want you to feel free to tell your story.
You can do it anonymously if you’d like.
I’m a firm believer that by sharing your story with others you are helping someone.

So here it is:

Is it alright to be angry with God?

Tagged from Bob and Meg

What was I doing 10 years ago?
1. Trying to live without my mom
2. Preparing my son for kindergarten
3. Attending church without my husband and involved in a great class for women
4. I was self employed
5. Gee wizzzz that was ten years ago I'm not sure what else that ya'll might find interesting.

5 things on my to-do list today:
1. Laundry
2. Go to bed early
3. Spend quiet time with God
4. Tidy up the house
5. Worship slides if needed

Snacks I enjoy
1. Cashews
2. BBQ chips
3. Fresh fruit
4. Chocolate chip cookies
5. Crackers

Things I would do if I were a billionaire
1. Help Hope Harbor children’s home
2. Pave a friend's driveway
3. Help family and friends in need
4. Probably travel more & visit my blog friends (Sounds good to me Bob)
5. College for my children and niece

Five of my bad habits
1. Stress eating
2. Putting stuff that I don’t want to do off
3. Making jokes when things get to intense
4. Talking too much (One of two or ya know that already)
5. I have no other habits that are bad. ;-}

Five places I have lived
1. Tulsa Ok
2. Minnesota
3. Owasso Ok
4. Miami Ok
5. Broken Arrow Ok

I’m a true Okie

Five jobs I've had
1. Truck Stop waitress/ It was about the only place to work at fifteen
2. Puppeteer assistant
3. Meat Cutter in a steak house/ I was a vegetarian at the time.
4. In home therapist for autistic children/self employed with my own house keeping business
5. Home improvement store cashier/ that's right living the dream folks.

Four TV shows that I watch:
1. Men in Trees
2. Grey’s Anatomy
3. Top Chef
4. Project Runway

Four movies I would watch over and over:
1. Imitation of Life
2. Braveheart
3. Finding Nemo (My son's idea for me)
4. I’d like to see Juno again

Four places I would rather be right now:

1. San Francisco
2. Hanging out with blogger friends
3. I’m rather happy hanging out with my son tonight
4. In bed

Four places I have been:

1. Hawaii
2. San Francisco
3. Canada
4. New Mexico
. . . .But I’ve never been to Boston in the fall

Four of my favorite foods:

1. Steak
2. Baked potatoes
3. Pizza-brick oven from Zarino’s
4. Soup


Four people who e-mail me (regularly, and non-work related):
1. Kimbo
2. Shawn
3.My family
4. Several friends

Things that I am looking forward to this year:
1.Life

Have you ever prayed a prayer that you knew wouldn’t get the answer you wanted?

I’m sure you have if you’ve spent any time on your knees.

As I grow older I find myself asking for things that I’m sure I won’t get and yet I think I need. I want things to be different I want the people I love to be closer to me. I want my dad’s lungs to heal. Forget that the man smoked at an early age and it was a bit late when he finally gave it up.

I want

I want

I want

I need at times and I don’t always seem to get that or so I think.

Something is hurting me deep, I ask for a hardened heart. God has done it before so why not for me?

He just will not do it so I go on hurting. But hurt has it befits. We learn from the mistakes that lead us to pain.

When I was growing up we had a floor furnaces. My siblings and I learned a bit from this furnaces. Ok my brother and I taught mom a thing or two from them. Mark taught her that if you pee on it steam will rise. I showed how hard it is to clean puke out of the thing during a bout with the flue. God bless her. We all most likely learned by touch how hot it would get. I remember on cold mornings trying to hover over the thing to get warm and not get so close to get burned.

Burns hurt and they scar. I know that first hand, rather first leg. When I was young a hot pot of coffee was spilled onto my nylon pant wearing leg. Now those of you who know a bit about things that melt know what happens to nylon. I ended up with third degree burns. I don’t really have a scar on the outside but I did hold on to one for a while on the inside. I thought that the darker line would show and that everyone would see that I was scared. I know now that people have real scars that show and if they have the courage to show them then I shouldn’t worry about mine.

We could go our whole lives without a scar but it’s not the way God made us. I believe he wants us to feel pain. I think He hasn’t hardened my heart because He knows I need my heart. I need to feel the pain as it happens so that I can better deal with all of what life is going to give me. If you stuff it all away then when you find it you’ll most likely try to take it all at once. That’s a breakdown in the making.

Instead of a hardened heart He’s given me people at my church, friends with the wisdom of what I’m dealing with, family to cling to, my loving children, and a steady ground to stand on.

I thank God for unanswered prayers.

I thank God for wisdom beyond me.

Just wonder'n about the bunny

As it is almost Easter I want to know. . . . . .how do you eat your chocolate bunny?

Ears first?

Tail first?

Feet first?

Well how do you do it?

http://www.bewarethecheese.com/chocobunny.htm

Click around on the bunny it's funny.

Thank you!

To those of you who have sent me gifts like a cross for me to carry in my pocket and socks to show off at work and warm my feet and cards and well wishes and prayer and tons of love I just want to say

Y

THANK YOU!

Y

I LOVE YOU!

Y

How Do We Communion?

Is it to be a celebration or a mirthless occasion?

I’ve been told both.I started to think of that "Last Supper"What was the mood like?Could you feel a shift in the air?Did Jesus show any signs as to what was about to come?And as I often do I made it my ownI began to think of what it might be like walking into that home for that meal.Judas like a thief trying to hide what he had done. He stopped to look at his reflection in pool of water, he couldn’t help but see his treachery. Satan had been talking to him all along and now he has won. What was it inside him that made him give Jesus away for only a few pieces of silver? He tries to justify it as he walks in, look at Him always so perfect. He straitened himself and moved to his place.

Jesus washed their feet.

That’s a big thing.

Take the time to really read it, give it time to roll around in your mind.

Have you ever walked into a room to have a meal with your friends and been surprised by having your feet washed?

I haven't

I realize that some of you know how I feel about feet so you might think sure Milly thinks it’s huge she wouldn’t do it. You know I don’t know now. I really gave this some thought. He not only washed their feet he washed the feet of those who would hurt him later and He knew it. He told them.Now here’s the part where we are so set apart from Jesus. If those who were hurting me were about to have a meal I’d most likely not want to touch their dirty feet but if I did and I knew that they were going to betray me I’d have a bit of sarcasm in my tone when I spoke of some still being unclean. I might even smirk and look see if they might confess. I don’t believe that Jesus did such, it wasn’t in His heart. He knew that they were fulfilling the prophecy.When He told them at that meal what they were going to do only one wasn’t surprise, he had already set the wheels in motion.

I wonder if fear or anger gripped Judas?

Hatred?

What ever it was could it have been an emotion that he could hide?

A sociopath could hide it, I don’t think he was one.

The others might have sensed something in Judas except that Jesus was different that night. His words were cause for concern.Did they look at each other thinking "It has to be him not me"

I doubt the mood was the usual one of talk of the day and listening to Jesus teach.

This meal was different.

To celebrate or to mourn?

Still I don’t know.

Jesus gave His life for us for our sins His beautiful life. Jesus came to this earth knowing He’d go through all of it for us.Humbled for sure.Honored.Unworthy I don’t like thinking that because it almost feels like we don’t get it we don’t deserve Him and yet we don’t.So I have no real words for the feeling that I feel that I should have for this moment. I do know that at times I make that meal of the Lord about me. For me. How can I make it about what it should be when I can’t put a word on it? It’s almost like trying to say YHWH you have to let the air out to say it. You have to let your breath of life out to say YHWH and breathe in new air, new life.

Celebrate?

It’s a moment of giving, Jesus gave to us so we should celebrate His gift of life to us through His death.I asked my son what he thought and being a wise young person who gives most things a bit of thought he said this about communion:

"All of God’s glory doesn't take place on the cross you need to focus on Jesus, on the examples He set for us."

"This Sunday I will focus on what a gift I am receiving from Jesus not just from the cross but in all of God's glory.

. . . .And so I had more thoughts.

I think I have a bit of an obsession with Judas. Actually after I posted on communion and had time to proof it a bit. I know I do that backwards but my time doesn’t always allow that. I sat back and realized that I have a bit of an obsession with Judas.Could it be that I feel sorry for this guy?

It was prophesied that he would do this he anguished over what he had doneJesus said that he would.

Did he do something that the weaker me might have done?

I’d like to think no way no how.

Was he possessed?

I wonder if he felt that he was always on the outside of the group.

Was he that tag along guy?

What makes a man betray his friend for a few pieces of silver?

Faith Incredible Faith

She was exhausted all the time. The pain was unbearable yet the worst was the shunning. Was it her illness that zapped her energy or the painful loneliness?She spent her days trapped in her home, a home that she had loved at one time it now was the prison walls that held her.She longed to be with people. Hugs, smiles, real smiles, not the passer by who fakes it she could see the pity in their eyes as the walked past her door. She longed to be touched by loving hands.Twelve years, twelve long agenizing years. She had seen all the healers and none of them helped her.

She wondered how much longer. . . . how much?

When she heard the talk of a great healer, of this Jesus, she knew that He was the one. He could heal her. She dressed as not to be recognized. Carefully making her way through the crowd her heart raced. Maybe just to see Him. I could possibly ask Him if I could get close enough. He will heal me she thought with all her heart. Her hand trembled as she reached through the crowd for Him. She touched His robe. Just a touch is all I needed she thought as she felt her body grow stronger.

At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, "Who touched my clothes?""You see the people crowding against you," his disciples answered, "and yet you can ask, 'Who touched me?' "But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it. Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth. He said to her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering."

He knew before He turned who had touched Him, He freed her from the painful bondage of her illness. She was no longer unclean.

I can’t read this without falling in love with her. Her faith amazes me.She had lived in seclusion for twelve years. We all need our quiet moments at times but twelve years of life alone is maddening.

Her only hope must have been that the next painful cure would work until. . .Jesus.

Keep your dukes up.

I had a conversation with a man who told me from the get go that he’s a Christian. That was cool. He and I talked about our moms and how we miss them. At one point he said something about having my mom. . . he trailed off realizing what he had just said then he looked thoughtful and smile “Oh that’s right our moms are together in heaven now. “ He and I then began to talk of human nature to live. We fight to stay alive. Even when we know it’s the end we still fight knowing full well that heaven is grander than here.

God gave that to us.

It’s built into us by his hands.

My brother and I as almost all siblings had a fight or two. I remember the last time I nailed him and hard. It stopped him from trying to keep me from decking him. Mark wasn’t a sister hitter once he got past the young brat stage. So he wasn’t hitting me. I was hitting him. I’m a fighter I always have been and always will be. It seems that when I’m pushed down I fight harder to get up, as Mark knows. I’m thankful that we’ve grown out of those silly fights and now have each other to lean on. Yes he can actually lean on the top of my head. I’m strong because God gave me fight and fight I will when I’m called to do so.



If you’ve every truly choked on anything or almost drowned then you understand the fight.
It’s cool to me that God gave us that. He gave us fight so that when the doctor tells us we have a disease we pull ourselves up and fight.

Fight makes us better warriors. It makes us better parents, and friends. Most of all, It makes us better Christians we want to live and tell those around us how great our God is.

Keep up the good fight!

S A T U R D AY Ahhhhhhhh! SUNDAY!

I had a rather long Saturday up at 4:25 am for work. Then Easter dress shopping with Miss Littles. For those of you who don’t have little girls, this is a big deal. For those of you who have eight year old little girls I wonder if you are thinking what I was. "What on earth has happened to the sweet little Easter dresses!?" We struggled to find a dress that didn’t scream "Hey sailor in town for long? or Here’s to you Mrs. Robinson." After a long process of trying on several preselected dresses, my sister had started shopping with Miss L. an hour before I clocked out, and was more than disappointed with the selection. Miss L. was all over some of the "Oh Heck No dresses" I’m soooo not hip and she let me know that she doesn’t want to be a baby anymore she wants to grow up. I’m all for it except grown ups don’t have to look like that either. It seems to be harder and harder to explain why I am opposed to things that make my daughter look like a streetwalker. I might kind of be hyperbolize’n a bit here but those were some kind of wrong dresses. We also had to shoe shop. I hate shoe shopping with a passion. No I am not the kind of woman who thinks spending a ton of cash on shoes is needed to survive. I don’t like to look or touch feet ever, except for little baby feet. I wash my hands after putting on my shoes or touching my feet. Other people trying on shoes icks me out and the thought that they put the shoes on that I was about to try on is a nightmare.


After dinner at the mall we then started looking for dress shoes. Apparently those pretty shoes to go with the pretty dresses aren’t "IN" because we traveled from store to store. On a whim my sis suggested the Disney store so off we trekked to the Mecca of Mickey. Thank goodness for the nice lady who was willing to climb up to the mannequin to check to see if the shoes were her size. I was a long day of shopping but well worth the trip. Next year I’ll have to yield to a more grown up dress. This year is mine white gloves and all.


By the time we got home from the shopping expedition it was late and all I wanted to do was shower and sleep instead I put the worship slides together.


Sunday morning was a flurry of rushing kids to church. Nothing different I wake them make breakfast get me looking ok wake the boy again remind him to brush stuff he never looks as if he has but I try not to argue because we need to go I remind Miss L to brush her hair and pack for the day I remind her again and again I find myself sitting in the car making sure I’ve brushed things and packed for the day.


This morning I made a point to sit in the front row at church. Do folks sit in your front row? I wanted to keep an eye on how the pictures look on the slides. It’s what I do and I think it’s rather important to be sure that they aren’t going to mess anyone up. Sometimes the backgrounds can be a bit much and we’ve adjusted the screens.


You know how you sometimes listen to something and other times hear it. Today I heard it! My minister nailed it and nailed good. This one was from God and loud. I shed a few tears and had goose bumps. If you listen to him this one will get you. Too bad you can’t see it because the visual was dead on. If you know who he is and want a copy let me know I’ll send you the DVD.
For those who might be wondering if I’m staying at my church the answer is yes. My son’s youth minister let me know that she can’t bear to see him go. He came home from John 3:16 mission charged up. One of the women who volunteers had some great things to say about his work with the mission. These are my brothers and sisters and they may have hurt me but I owe them grace and forgiveness. These are people who care and I need to be cared for.

Let it soar

Kate sat quietly in her closet trying to find peace amongst the clothing. She tried to force the events of her day from her thoughts. She loved her children and enjoyed spending time talking and laughing with them. She loved her job taking every new challenge head on. Today was the usual rush of work and children. She came home to the usual needs and wants, nothing new to her life. She loved it. A smile grew on her face at the sight of her home.

After she had tucked the children in she took time for herself. As she sat alone in the darkness she began to attempt to dismiss all of the day, some of the events were harder to let go of than others. Still she needed peace, tonight she was going to try to get it. Taking in a deep breath of the closet air she closed her eyes and thought of peace. Her mind quickly went back to the events of the day. Stop it, stop thinking of today. Move on. Her mind then played a trick as if a child had just been clued in on how to tease its parent into giving them exactly what he wanted. She began to think of tomorrow. Damn, she whispered, damn, why can’t I just let go and do this? Trying again she took in a breath and slowly released it. Just pray Kate just give it up and pray. Dear God thank you for the day please watch over my children keep us safe hold fast to us forgive me of my sins I need for my car to run a bit longer and a raise would be great. Amen.


I so phoned that in. Gee Kate way to talk to God!


Why can’t I just let go? Why God can’t I just give up control? Why is this so hard for me? Why am I not getting it?

Shhhhhhhh!

Listen!

Let your spirit soar!

I want my spirit to soar!

Bev Doolittle

I know this one, we sing it in church

If you read Codepoke you'll know that he and I love this woman and her words.

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Eliz­a­beth P. Pren­tiss, 1856. Pren­tiss wrote these words dur­ing a per­i­od of ill­ness, but kept them to her­self. When she showed them to her hus­band 13 years lat­er, he en­cour­aged her to pub­lish them. How­ard Doane saw the re­sult­ing pamph­let, and wrote mu­sic for the words.

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More love to Thee, O Christ, more love to Thee!

Hear Thou the prayer I make on bended knee.

This is my earnest plea:

More love, O Christ, to Thee;

More love to Thee, more love to Thee!
Once earthly joy I craved, sought peace and rest;

Now Thee alone I seek, give what is best.

This all my prayer shall be:

More love, O Christ to Thee;

More love to Thee, more love to Thee!
Let sorrow do its work, come grief or pain;

Sweet are Thy messengers, sweet their refrain,

When they can sing with me: More love, O Christ, to Thee;

More love to Thee, more love to Thee!
Then shall my latest breath whisper Thy praise;

This be the parting cry my heart shall raise;

This still its prayer shall be: More love, O Christ to Thee;

More love to Thee, more love to Thee!

Yes I said purses

I decided to clean a few purses out tonight while waiting on the washer and reading your words.

I had to laugh at myself for accumulating so much junk in these bags here’s a bit of a list:

a deck of cards You never know
mints Got to have nice breath
a Pinocchio watch
two measuring tapes Because I need them
award cards, patches and vender pins from work I roll like that
Blog posts that were longer and needed more time from me to read I want to enjoy what you've written, no matter how long and you know who you are.
a bottle cap that has a saying in it. A new chapter in your life is being written.
a rock with a cross on it
a puzzle piece, because we are all part of the puzzle that make up life
three boxes of dental floss Do I need to explain?
a jasmine tea bag I need peace
diaper pin I have no idea
paper clip
a large clip
an out of date Zyrtec Now in the trash
a piece of leather From scout days
receipts from lots of places
a pay stub from church
a Tinker Bell patch
a blue ribbon pin to remind you dudes-I have one on with my flair at work.
Several notes from my kid’s doctor
an address book Old school
swimming ribbons
a change order for the bank
PTA ink pins
gift cards I need to shop
a Serenity prayer card It rocks
a Tulsa street guide I hate being late
photos of my kids
tissues
napkins
church bulletins
clothes pin From my chips at lunch
eye drops I was on a med that gave me dry eyes
hand lotion I like soft hands
ink pens
hair stuff
church keys
nail files
velcro One never knows
Sharpies
a marble I haven't lost mine yet
a paint can opener I need to open the can
a book of matches from Pat O’Brien’s Honeymoon
notes from my husband Stuff to do and an I love you note
some jewelry things with the words-love, trust, imagine, and believe. I'm not sure

Why do we women have these bags?
Because you dudes won’t carry the man bag.

Now if you’ll excuse me I have a bucket of trash to empty.

Just another day in the life of a Milly

I was a team motivator today. I scored for our side and worked on teasing the others into working a bit harder. I think I’ll be pulling most of the weight tomorrow. No worries I love it.

I took some time to talk to one of my new bosses while sitting at the table, my knee is letting me know the weather is cold and damp. She recently got the promotion and at times is overwhelmed. We started talking of death, her father and son died a few days apart not long ago. I lost two uncles and a mom in a very short time. One thing that we both agree on is that while those are hard things others have worse and that we are blessed.


One of my co-workers heard me singing to the other about her name. I laughed and asked if she had heard it before, she rolled her eyes at me. I then went on to explain who the woman in the Bible was that held her name. She and I talked of her.


I was later asked by a single mom who works with me if I could help her. We parents have so much love for our children. I could feel the emotion as she explained how much her daughter missed her being home on weekends. The poor little thing cries for her momma. I almost did just talking to her. I can relate because my kids miss me when I’m at work. She asked one simple request if I could do something for her little one using the meaning of her name. What a grand request. I will delight in making Savanna the loveliest name in the world for a little girl.
Please feel free to add suggestions for this little one. Her momma is a single parent with very little to spend but her love for this princess is deep.

We may face some hard times but God has us in His hands.
. . . .plus my friends and family have my back. :-}