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When my heart was troubled and I felt discouraged with how my life was going, I’d sing this song, and it brought immediate comfort to me. Today, when I am afraid, when I am confused, I will sing, lifting my voice to Him in praise, and my spirit calms. That is when I am reminded that I am not alone. He is and always has been a “light unto my path.”
For many years I treaded roads ill-chosen, roads that lead me nowhere. But when I finally made the choice to stand still and listen, I began to travel roads that only God would have wanted me to travel. Though reluctantly at first, I did give... (more)
One of hubby's favorite sayings is that children are the worlds greatest contraception. And he is so right. Hubby is always complaining he doesn't get enough "stress relief" as he calls it. And this is why:
I got pregnant with Son no 1 during our first year of marriage. We were married for 11 weeks when morning sickness kicked in and all I wanted to do was throw up or eat pancakes. And then feeling like a waddling elephant does nothing for ones libido. I am also one of those woman who looked like I was 6 months pregnant at 6 weeks so I really did feel fat and ugly during my pregnancy.Then... (more)
They are immediately disgusted and even shriek a “eewww”, “gross” when they see their parents kissing. Do they not know how we felt when we discovered they were no longer “innocent” in ways of the world?
I mean, let’s get real here. I kept my “eewwws” and “gross” to myself!!
I don’t think our children realize how they make us feel every time they utter disgust at seeing us, their parents, hugging and trading spit. Hey, they do it, too! Just because we’ve gotten older and are now grandparents doesn’t mean the action stops! It just means we’ve slowed down in life, but we aren’t... (more)
But while my children are successful and accomplished, if they were to fail or are just short of reaching their goal, well, don’t look at me! Hubby and I did our part; we’ve sacrificed till we acquired our obvious wrinkles and load of gray hairs. We gave nothing short of just darn-right giving up every drop of blood we have.
We have loved our children with every existing micro cell in our being, but when they’ve grown they will undoubtedly each chart a course to follow. Here’s hoping, however, that their father and I have taught them everything they should know to set them walking on... (more)
So don’t tell me not to worry, because I will and I do. I can turn a blind-eye when necessary, I can even keep my big mouth shut, once-in-a-while, but my heartstrings are still attached. Them I cannot sever. They are attached and twisted into knots forever, with no undoing.
Only God knows how I have tried to keep my children from making the same mistakes as I have, trying to keep them from tripping over the same stone, from falling into the same ditch… But learn from their own mistakes they must.
I never listened to my mother either!
But neither will I accept that just... (more)
...to supply us with wrapping paper, cards, and Christmas trees each year? How much energy is wasted to power the gaudy decorations with which people defile their homes?
Anyone who celebrates this bastardized version of Christmas is a delusional fool. This year, I refuse to participate. My family will try to persuade me to come back to the fold and celebrate with them, but I won’t. On Christmas Day, I will sit at home by myself and pray to sweet baby Jesus to forgive the sins of all the “Christians” who are misguidedly celebrating his “birth.” Will you join me in my protest... (more)
... day, putting as little trust as possible in the future. And that’s just what many single moms are doing today, seizing the moment at hand. They are taking control of their own lives. Life, after all, is often a disambiguation.
The Reality: Life happens. Love is found. Marriage is made. Family is created. Dreams are crushed. And in many cases, when there just isn’t room for compromise, divorce is the ultimatum. Today, brave women are boldly girding themselves and moving to rise from still smoldering ashes and carving a new path for themselves and for their children.
I know... (more)
Kids say the funniest of things sometimes. Mine are a little less funny nowadays that they are older but occasionally they say something that just makes me have a quiet chuckle.
My 2 youngest Sons recently started calling me Mother - no more Mom or Mommy - unless they need something of course - then it is "Mommy, Can I...."
We were having a conversation in the car last week when we were going through the weeks schedule. It is exam time at school so I asked my Sons what exams they had over the next few days.
Of course Son no 3 and 4 were ragging each other about one thing... (more)
...bowling league. The league has played twelve weeks and I have participated in ten. So far the thirty games I have played my average is 162 and my high game is the same as your 194. I pray you continue to improve and have great success in your bowling achievements. I pray also that you and the family have a great Christmas and New Year.
God Bless & Prosper the Family
That my father took the time to write, to write anything, is a huge deal to us all. My father who had few passions in his life, a man of simple tastes, loved Christmas, Thanksgiving,... (more)
My father, a long-time bowler—a “Gringo” who for a short time toured with the Salvadorian team in the 1960’s—began his passion for bowling early in his youth. We, his family, followed. He would later encourage my husband and me to bowl with our own children in a family league.
My father had a true passion for bowling, and he was certainly one to emulate, a perfectionist to form, his bowling scores and average proved it. Although he never did bowl a 300 game, he was nevertheless right at 300’s door many [frustrating] times.
Bowling soon became our family’s obsession, too; in no-time... (more)