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               ...