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Why Did I Start Blogging????

Why did I start blogging??
I began blogging because I wanted to share my life, my story, my treasures, my deepest feelings, and to let others know they too can conquer those deepest feelings. What was holding me back? Those feelings that I had bottled up for a lifetime. What was in that bottle? The actual feelings, the words, the story in that bottle? I wanted to help others. I wanted to hear their story. Was their deepest feeling the same as mine, I wanted to know.
I dealt with lots of questions in my life. Did I wonder if I was loved? Did I wonder if I belonged? Did I wonder if I was good enough? Did I wonder if God even cared? Did I wonder if I even knew God? The answer is Yes to all of them. There is one I still struggle with today. That is what is my purpose. Have you asked yourself, “What is my purpose?” I’m still in the process of learning.
Through blogging, I’ve been able to grow, grow into a stronger person. I still have my weaknesses. Yes, I still want to make the path all on my own, you know I wear big girl panties now. (haha laugh). 😂Through blogging, I’ve been able to sort through a lot of those bottled up words and feelings.
So if you are thinking about blogging, I would stay take in on challenge yourself, don’t be afraid to put those feelings into words, get them out there. You’re not the only one who had lived parts and pieces of your life.
Grow…..Let things be at peace…..Let your heart be filled with love and happiness. Most of all What is God calling you to do?

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Which side do you sit on?

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who had dreamt of always have a fairytale wedding. She knew she had her work cut out for her. Working a full-time job, living an hour and a half away from home, and away from family and friends would be hard. The soon to be bride was excited to get the wedding planning started. From finding that princess dress to asking her best friend to stand by her side, helping to choose the bridesmaids dresses, watching the flower girls glow was she had asked them to be a part of this big day.

She began her year-long journey of planning and setting dates, meetings lots of strangers, which her mother always told her, “Don’t talk to strangers.” As the list grew faster than she could push a button to stop time, the big day is here. She stands to look through the window of this fairytale and sees there are tons of “To Do’s” yet to be done.

A Friday night at her Granny’s becomes the place where family and friends come to help sort the invitations. As the names on the guest list are being read, the chatter around the table begins to get louder. Stories start to flow about loved ones on the list. One would share a short story about a wedding they had attended. Another would chime in telling what the weather was like on the wedding day. Then another story of when the Bride’s Mother was forbidden to have her wedding dress the night before her fairytale day. Finally, all the invitations are ready to be mailed the next day.

Monday morning arrives its back to normal. Work, home, eat, sleep, and repeat. The days turn to nightfall and still no RVPS cards in the mailbox. A bad day at work has been turned into excitement when she pulls the mailbox door down to see RVPS cards have arrived. She skips the house, pushing mail out of the way to find the guest list she’d left on the kitchen table. She begins to check the names off the list. Her heart begins to beat and fill with joy. Her fairytale wedding is beginning to sink in.

Now just 5 weeks out from the wedding day, the Bride is thrown for a loop. What will she do, how will she handle it, will she stay strong, or will she crumble?

Momma Bear here: like it or not, this is her MONTH, she’s longed for this day and it is fastly approaching, the day that not only the Bride but the Groom have been dreaming of. They’ve given up so much, in the almost 7 years they’ve been together. They’ve missed college homecomings, they’ve missed out on getting together with friends, the list can go on. I’m blessed to know that my child and soon to be son in law has taken all this missing out well, with not saying anything and doing without. What memories will they have to share with their children about the college football game, or basketball games, friends hanging out? They love their families and the time they have with them, but there is a time and place when Momma Bear can’t take anymore and stands up.

This is their MONTH and their WEDDING.
There I’ve said just a part of how I feel.

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Wow What Time Can Do In 3 Years

I’m having flare-ups. I have a lot on my plate. I lost 2 step aunts in about a month of each other (they were sisters), just lost my Great Aunt (my grandmother’s sister) which was the last of that line. Not to add that I was finally able to see my mother up close and personal after almost 2 1/2 years. My brothers had decided that they could care for her better than myself and my mother agreed to them being her caregiver. She had stated to the lawyer she wanted no part of me or my husband or child. She also stated I’m to be no where around her. I had seen my mother from a distance which she seemed fine. But last Wednesday I picked her up to take her to the funeral of my Great Aunt which I was breaking the law but I knew my brothers wouldn’t do it. I just wanted to cry, they have let her go to nothing. She is skin and bones, hair is just to the middle of her back (never have I seen my mother with long hair.) She didn’t know anyone at the funeral and didn’t know her sister until I told her who it was. She doesn’t know what medicines she’s taking or for what. My brothers never come to visit her, or call her or even call her back. She was already very forgetful when I was taking care of her.

I don’t want to jump the gun and let my health fall to pieces. Which I had 3 years ago when I cared from my mother by myself.

I’m also going through the change of life. When my heat flashes start I begin to have flares. Does anyone have this issue that is going through the change of life?

I’ve been trying to keep focused on my health and yet so mad at my siblings I could scream.

I’ve been to the dr to adjust my medicine dosage and to talk and come up with some other ways to help deal with this issue.

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My Life Has Changed and I Feel Pretty

This is Me!!

At the of fifty, I’m making changes to my life. I’m setting goals and working hard to reach them. I’m finally feeling a bit more independent. But a lot more confident and pretty. In the last three weeks, my days and weeks have taken on a whole new role. I had prayed that I would finally find something the made me laugh, be with other people, and share the beauty. I’ve had to step way out of my comfort zone. Talking to strangers and meeting with friends I haven’t seen in years. I’ve had to learn a sales pitch, which I’m still working on. Learning to be patient has been the hardest.

In Genesis 29: 20-21
“So Jacob spent the next seven years working to pay for Rachel. But his love for her was so strong that it seemed to him but a few days. Finally, the time came for him to marry her. “I have fulled my contract, “Jacob said to Laban. “Now give me my wife so we can be married.”

Just like Jacob, I must work hard before I receive my reward. I plan to keep this scripture with me at all times. For when the days I feel like bailing out or giving up. I can reflect on this scripture.

Me again wearing a necklace that I sell.

I’m learning to juggle being a wife, a mother, a daughter in law, an aunt, a babysitter, and now an independent consultant. So far it’s working out great. I have gotten behind on a few chores around the house. But I’m getting caught up on them. If I didn’t have these things to juggle life would be too easy.

In Matthew 7:13-14
“You can enter God’s Kingdom only through the narrow gate. The highway to hell is broad, and its gate is wide for the many who choose the easy way. But the gateway to life is small, and the road is narrow, and only a few ever find it. “

We must learn that even though the path on the left may be short and getting us to point B faster may not be the best path. Taking the path on the right may be longer but it’s the path God wants us to take. In other others, put on the mud boots and be ready to get dirty. We’ll be doing a lot of walking through the mud because this isn’t the easy path, but it’s the RIGHT path.

I became an independent consultant for paparazzi accessories and jewelry on May twenty-ninth. I’m learning the ropes of this business. Having fun with it, and getting to wear beautiful jewelry. Here are some items that I love or have on hand.

Look at all that Silver
I do not have the ring in the middle.
This Flamingo read tear drop earrings are to die for!
How fun is this Mermaid wrap?? I do not take credit for this picture
This is an old pictures (3 weeks old) Some of these items I still have or you may find them on my website.

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My resources I used was from the Life Application Study Bible , New Living Translation.

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The Devil In Action

Our enemy has many names. Evil, hatred, damaging, mind stealer, soul picker, and relationship wrecker are just a few. Beautiful, bright, shinning, guider, leader, hope, happiness, a teammate also. I want to share a month I’ve had with the enemy.

The beginning of May, I decided I was going to make some changes in my life. I wanted to grow as an individual not only as an individual but as a wife and mother. I became to turn to my bible for encouraging words and strength. I had always known that God had a plan for me, but what?
When my doctors told me I wouldn’t be able to return to the work field, it took me for a real ride. My life became a total wreck, with depression, anxiety attacks, not leaving the house, and find every excuse of why I wouldn’t be at a family function. Eventually, I had to come to my senses. I had to snap out of it, or the enemy would win. Truthfully, the enemy had won, I gave up on myself, and ran from God. Doing things my way got me nowhere. I was in the dark days and didn’t realize it myself. I thought those were the best days, so beautiful and carefree.

Reality hit with me when I finally was paying attention. I was tired of running and finding that at each corner I was right where I had started. But I was comfortable. It fit like a shoe, just the right size. But it was time to grow out of the well-fitted shoe and find a bigger size. I knew it would be a struggle and lots of what am I doing, is this what I’m to be doing moments. I had prayed for so long, but not continually, just when I felt like I needed too. I knew my family and friends were praying for me and asking for God to show me the way, His way.

The beginning of May, I took the first step to try on a bigger shoe. I knew it wouldn’t fit, and I would have room to grow. I knew God had given me the light to the path I had longed to have. The prayers that I had asked for years ago and even months ago were finally in front of me. But I first had to believe in myself and mostly believe in God. I had to step out of my small shoes and take the first step in my new bigger shoes. Wow, scary I won’t lie. But yet so exciting at the same time.

I had made arrangments to meet with a gal, whom I had never met. We both live in the same small area of Indiana, but never knew her name or where she lived. I contacted her via facebook messager and made planned a day and time to meet one another. Yes, I had to take another step in my new shoe’s, going to her home. A strangers home at that. As I sat in my car for a few moments to gather my thoughts and to get the courage to go to the door, I began praying. Yes, I was second-guessing God’s word and path. I could turn around and leave, message the gal and tell her I couldn’t make it. And never show my face again when she was in my presences. NOPE, I stood with God and did what he sent me to do.

The gal came to the door and welcomed me in. At this point, I would have been sweating as if it were 100 degree’s outside. Stumbling over words and trying not to be shy. God was right there, all the way. I wasn’t scared, nervous, or even shy. I went into the home we sat at the table and began to talk. I had questions already written down to ask. SO not like me! Surprisingly the written questions weren’t needed. As we were talking learned that we both have issues with shyness, anxiety, depression, and we both are homebodies and believed in God.

Once we became comfortable with one another, we began to talk business. God had a plan. A plan with the new shoes. I would be able to work from home, work when I felt the best, and to meet new people. I would be able to stay connected to the gal I met. She would become my leader, my guide, the person I would turn to when the corners became rough. Or when the shoes were falling off rather than letting me grow into them. She too believes in God, God’s word, and his guiding hand. So where does the enemy come into play?

As weeks went by after meeting with the gal, I began to feel fear, wanting to run, turning my back on God. The more I said, to the enemy, “You won’t take this from me, I won’t let you.” The enemy worked even harder on me. He offered me new shoes with lots of bright colors. They fit like a glove. Tight in all the right places but loose in enough for growth. I tried those shoes on for a few days. But returning them because they weren’t the shoes God gave me. They didn’t have enough room to grow into the way God wants me to grow into them.

The enemy came back with revenge. It became harder and harder for me to focus on God’s word each day. God’s words were being to feel false, not true. The words of the enemy were so much stronger. So strong that I began to feel weak and scared. I turned to my family and friends for words and strength. Words that would put the enemy in its place and to let me grow in Gods path. My strength became stronger and stronger. My happiness became brighter and brighter. My courage became so real that I knew God was with me all the way.

On May 26th, I signed on as a Paparazzi Consultant. I was taking the path that God had planned for me for so long. But his timing is everything. I was so excited about taking this new step in my NEW SHOES. I began planning things out, coming up with ideas, a budget, where did I want to be in a month or even a year. My niece and I met on May 29th to do the final steps before I could begin my path. In just a few days the enemy struck again, like a tornado. In hopes of being powerful, the enemy throws the trump card. I played the “GOD” card.

I was playing hardball with the enemy. I was the batter making home run hits. God as my coach, I was able to hit the ball harder and farther. I had lots of running to do on May 30th. But God told me what I had to do. I turned to him when I began to panic. I asked God to calm my heart and to settle my thinking. As opened the doors to the bank thoughts of what I would say were everywhere. I had to close the account I just opened a week ago. The enemy had his workers working over time. But his overtime workers didn’t get the best of me. As I told the bank teller my account had been hacked I help my head high. God soothed me as I wanted to cry.
As night came, I began to get lost again in my thoughts. Once again doubting God. Words started coming out of my mouth, words I knew God was giving me. Words as if I were standing in front of the enemy. I began to state I wouldn’t let the enemy win. That this is God’s plan, I was going to do what God wanted. I began to dance and sing. My singing isn’t on key, and my dance moves are just as bad. But that didn’t stop me from enjoying the presence of GOD.

Friday is a new day!!! I take the twenty-five-minute drive to the bank once again. As I sat down to begin the process of opening a new account, all I did was started laughing. God had prepared the accountant of the mess I had just the day before. Today went smoothly at the bank. Now on my way home was completely different. There was almost a wreck of five or six cars. With me almost being rear-ended, pushing me into the car in from of me causing a chain reaction. All of this because of a driver who decided they needed to make U-turn because they needed to go the other direction. I came just hairs from hitting the car in front of me. Seeing the car behind me coming just as close to me. I began praying that God would get me home. I asked for a reminder to go another way home.

I know I have many more enemy battles, and I know God will be my Trump Card!!!

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Have you ever asked yourself if you were born with a warranty? What would it cover and cost? Would it cover from the ends of each strand of hair to the end of your longest toenail? Would your warranty be free? Would the warranty come with a guarantee? How long would our warranties last? Are warranties renewable? What is the process of renewing our warranties?

Our bodies have had wear and tear on them. We come weak and tired. Drained of our energy, and short on strength. As we look in the mirror at ourselves, we wonder how much more we will change. What will we look like, from our little wrinkles lines by our eyes to the sagging skin that no longer fit our bodies? We begin to work little birds trying to find the bug in the dirt. As we peck in fear, our minds fill with worry. The discretion of the peaking begin to pull a film over our eyes. The film blinds us from the truth.

I read in the book “Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World” by Joanna Weaver, on page 37, years ago, “Instead of fretting, instead of worrying, we need to focus on discerning what we can do (with God’s) and what should be left entirely up to God. Even more important, we need to keep our focus on who God is and what God can do.”

Are our warranties full of worry? Sure they are, we all worry. The question is, which I also read from “Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World” on page 42, “Will our thoughts center on things true or false? Noble or nasty? Right or wrong? Pure or putrid? Lovely or lewd? Admirable or abominable? Excellent or praiseworthy? Or solid and contemptible?” I battle with the fact when I want to be best friend with Christ, I find myself against another obstacle. My obstacles can be very simple to very harsh. For example it can be easy as telling someone they are beautiful to believe Jesus loves me on page 85.

I read from, “Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World”
* The fruit of our lips: “Let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise-the fruit of lips that confess his name” (Hebrews 13:15) *The fruit of our deeds: “That you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way: Bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God.” (Colossians 1:10)
* The fruit of our attitudes: “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control” (Galatians 5:22-23)

God blesses us with a warranty before we are born. That warranty is focusing on him, to turning to him with we worry and praise him for our blessing. Our warranty simply says, “Watch to see where God is working and join Him!” In our warranty states, “To minister to others who are lost, to bring them to Christ.” When we do this, new peace and new joy are created. It is us that begin the warranty to others. We also need to remember in our warranty, “God’s will does not always proceed in a straight line. So don’t be surprised if your personal plots take a couple of twists now and then. Don’t get upset when point A doesn’t automatically lead to point B. There are no detours in God’s story line, not really. Just complications that he’s more than able to resolve.” Found in the book of, “Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World” on page 120.

What does our warranty from God cost? Not much just our sins, and to trust in him and his love. Love is an anchor of his word. He loves us with an A warranty or with a F Warranty. Our love for Christ bonds us to the Warranty of our Might God. If we believe in God our warranty is a life long guarantee. As it reads in: John 11:24-25
“I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?” Found this in the book of “Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World.” God promises us, that he will be with us all the way through the rough dry roads too the smooth refreshing waters. We just have to believe.

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When You Fail As Mother

Being a mother is hard work. We bring children into the world to love and protect from harm. All we want is to love our children, to watch them grow up and become parents themselves. Young mother’s don’t think about becoming grandparents, nor aunts. We are focused on our babies. Making sure they’re fed, cleaned, warm, and have a home. We creep into the bedrooms of our children hours after they have fallen asleep, to thank God for that day and pray for the next day. We want to be with our children all the time. Not to be an airplane or an overprotected mother, or to not let our children grow up. We want to love the child God had created for us.

Mother’s understand that our children don’t want us to be the momma bird for the rest of their lives. We don’t want to be the momma bird either. In all honesty, we want to see you take that first flight out of the nest. Our hope for you is that you have taken in all the lessons we’ve taught you, that includes the bad. Why the bad, so you can see that we too make mistakes. What you’re missing is when we beat ourselves to death about our mistakes. When we see you doing the same as us, we know we didn’t do the job correctly. We tell ourselves all through the pregnancy that we won’t be like our parents. But in the end, we do just that. Our habits are like hammy downs. Toren and frayed ripped and stained all passed along to the children.

We try to mend the broken only to find we are the broken. We are worse than the hammy downs. We aren’t fixable. We are aware of this by seeing our children with other mother’s. We are aware of this as our children no longer have anything to do with us. Punished for our actions, the actions we were taught. We search to figure out what action it was that ended a relationship with our child. Our minds are in falling apart. The files in our brains have been dropped and spread throughout our thoughts. We work hard to sort and find the mistake, but only to find that’s not the right one. So we continue to beat ourselves to nothing because we have failed our children, not only our children but ourselves. We want to be that mom everyone wants to be around, we dream it. Only to be dreaming of a nightmare. A nightmare that never leaves us. Our nightmares keep us awake all through the night and our days begin to darken.

As we weep and fall to our knees praying to God, that he will shine a light on our darkened days. To bring our children back, to allow us to show a change in one way or another. To heal the broken, and forgive us of our sins. We ask ourselves, do we deserve forgiveness? Do we deserve a second chance? Have we prayed enough? In our hearts, do we believe God is our savior? Did we raise our children in a Christ-like way? He is to be our strength, our drive, our hope, and our leader. The enemy sugar-coats our feelings. Making us believe we are worthless. Worthless sets in and become just that worthless. We aren’t worthy of anything, not even our children. Mother’s that are valuable will be sought out. The broken will be left to die alone with the pain they’ve carried all this time. Only to beg one last time before their last breath to be please forgive us.

On judgment day, we fall about to our knees praying for forgiveness, and once again have our children be about of us. To allow us to make our mistakes but still love us for who are. Human. Not a piece of trash that is no longer needed.

When All You Want Is Your MOTHER

On this day, all I want is my mother. I long for her voice, her hand, to fall into her lap and cry. To tell her I’m the problem, the reason she doesn’t get to see her grandchildren nor their children. I’m the reason the family is a trainwreck. And that I failed her as a mother. My mother did her very best with us kids. I only knew what I had seen. I thought my mother did a hell of a job raising three children on her own. Somewhere along the line, I didn’t get that lesson. The lesson I received was I wasn’t worthy. I wasn’t good enough and that I was the problem and the blame. I still want my mom. For her to hold me, tell me things would be okay only to know she would walk away again. The cycle continues.