Life in His Hand

I am so inspired by people who help people. When I hear of it, read of it, see it, it makes me wish I could do more,  that I could do SOMETHING!! Today I drove by "The Jesus Center" and saw the homeless congregating on the steps, waiting for a meal. I saw a shopping cart full of blankets and sleeping bags parked out on the sidewalk. I had the reaction in my heart of wishing I could do something for these people, thinking maybe my junior/teen class at church could collect socks for them. Down the street a ways brought us to a man. Obviously homeless, walking numbly, with a black blanket wrapped around himself. Probably heading to "The Jesus Center" as well. These are the least of these. Jesus says whatever we do for them, we do for Him. And whatever we fail to do for them, we fail to do for Him. How special to His heart are the poor. Tonight I watched a movie and in it was a poor pastor whose mission it was to save the drug addicts and the homeless. He gave food...

I've got a thing for old Fisher-Price toys...                                                                                                    Monchichis,     and sock monkeys...    I guess these all just remind me of my childhood.   I loved Little People when I was a kid. Some of my best memories are of playing "Little People" with my cousins. I'm pretty sure that one of my cousins had each of the toys in the Fisher Price pictures. One of my favorite toys was a Monchichi... a nurse. I loved it 'til it was raggedy!  My Great-Grandmother made sock monkeys. I even made one when my older kids were small. What was I thinking?? I don't sew and I'm not crafty... I guess I made it before I...

My times are in your hand~Psalm 31:15

                                           The house is warm and cozy. I can still smell the peach pie I baked earlier mixed with the scent of the warm apple pie candle burning on the kitchen counter.  So it's the night before Thanksgiving and everything that I'm thankful for is running through my mind... 1.  God... He loves me in spite of ALL my weaknesses and imperfections. 2. health... hard to do much without it. 3. strength... physical and emotional strength which are both gifts from an all knowing God. Providing what we need just when we need it. 4. family... they have added much happiness to my life. 5. memories... for the ability to be transported back to another time, another place. To feel the same feelings     with a little extra warmth added called nostalgia. 6. for the cold weather outside... without it I wouldn't appreciate the warmth i...

Five Minute Friday With The Gypsymama I am writing on a new topic each week, for five minutes, without editing. So here goes. Sometimes in order to grow one must experience pain. if you are caught in a behavoir that you cannot free yourself from, it starts to become uncomfortable. Guilt. Then you realize you must make a change or you will destroy yourself and possibly all those you love. This is when it gets hard. You have to say no. War with your nature. Look away, turn away, cut your hand off. pluck your eye out. It hurts to grow. But it is good and necesary. If you don't grow you die. Shrivel up and blow away in the wind.

It was the first day of November twenty years ago. A dreary day with clouds and drizzle which eventually gave way to rain. Cold November Rain. "Please just drive," I said to my friend, Dave, as I wiped away the tears that just kept coming. I felt sad. Not for me so much as for the little life just confirmed by a pregnancy test at the health department. A little life I'd suspected. A little life I loved with all my heart. I knew it would be hard for him to not have a father in his life. As soon as I got in the truck, I turned on the radio. "November Rain" came on. I looked out the window and cried. Dave drove.                                                                                                           ...

                     Discovered this song tonight. It just fits.                                                                                                    Even in the darkness                                     Even in the questions                                     Even in the times that                                     I'm not meant to understand               ...

On Fridays I will be writing for five minutes - no editing - on different topics every week. To see what others write or to join us- check out the link. http://thegypsymama.com Unexpected The most unexpected thing that has happened in my life is God. I didn't ever expect to be a Christian in the first place. i was into heavy-metal, and lived a life without God. When i finally found Him or vice-versa, it was a totally unexpected surprise. He surprises me constantly. With His love... overwhelming. The hope He gives me. The gifts he's given. The fulfillment. I now have a life that I didn't think was possible. Where dreams do come true, where love is true.

Read a very good article today. It really brought the truth home in my life. Every couple of weeks or so God shows me reality. Today is one of those times. I am thankful to God for the way He moves in my life. I always know He's right here next to me. I am praying he shows me how to deal with this reality. I understand His heart, His thoughts on the issues and even His direction, but I don't see how to actually do what He is showing me. I need Him to build a bridge for me. Today I will pray and lose myself a little in all I need to do. He'll reveal. In His time and in His way. I know things don't always happen overnight and with God, sometimes they seem to drag on aggravatingly slow. I am hoping that's what's happening and not just me mistakenly waiting.  Right now I feel such a peace. That I truly am resting in God's care. Maybe you are experiencing something similar. Or maybe you're waiting for answers, for guidance. If you're open to r...

I love old houses. I feel really sad to see them like this. To me this house is still beautiful, still majestic. I imagine all the rooms. All the detailed woodwork and moulding inside, the stairway, the high ceilings and old fixtures that are still intact. Like doorknobs, locks and hinges. Probably some of the original glass is still in the windows. At one point someone must have really loved this house.  This is a storybook house. It reminds me of the "The Secret Garden." It's tucked away and hidden. I can imagine myself wandering through the woods and stumbling upon it. Then bringing paint and other things to fix it up. I read a book once when I was a kid about a girl who found a house and did that, but I can't remember the name. When I see a house like this, it makes me think of the little farm family that once lived here. If I try hard enough I can still see kids running through the yard laughing and mama hanging clothes on the line. Simpler times, simpl...

                                              Hmm... an average day. But it's the only one I have. It's Monday so that means the house is messier than usual because I don't believe in cleaning much on the weekend- haha. So what I should do is clean of course. I need to do laundry and I would like to work on figuring out just how to organize my tiny bedroom with it's micro closet. I believe it can be done but... where to start? Well the right question would be- what to toss? I have an armoire which is full and three tall bookshelves taking up one wall because my living room is too small to house them and I love my books! I wish it were easier to simplify. I wish I knew how to need less. I have a few storage boxes full of papers- I hate sorting. So those always get put off until never. When we were planning on moving to this tiny house, I pretty much became addicted to wat...

I woke up today, still regretting yesterday, thinking that I need to make a change. I have a question- how do you bless someone that persecutes you? Lately I have been in random arguments. No, I wasn't looking for them. But somehow they had no problem finding me. Okay so I have my typical family squabbles from time to time, I'll admit. And that's bad enough, but a couple of these were people I don't even know! Most people would agree that I was in the right and  just by trying to communicate my innocence or my side, I was drawn into a fight. How easy it was to lose my temper.  This happened a few times recently. And now I'm sitting here going, "Okay, this isn't going to work. I don't want to be fighting with people." So the next time someone starts in on me, I may just have to simply walk away in order to keep my mouth shut. When I'm on guard and aware enough, then maybe I'll attempt to settle things with people. The main reason it...