Lonely Christmas Night

I stretch my back and stop for just a moment, looking at the sign. I had gone 2 miles and still had one more mile to go. I readjusted my book bag and started off. It was Christmas week and all had gone wrong. My car was in the shop, I lost my phone on the bus and in the evenings I had to walk 3 miles to catch the closest bus. I was tired, cold and nearly in tears. Without a car I would not make it to the annual Christmas Eve party with my aunts, uncles, & cousins, in a way I was sadden at it all. I was too broke to give even a small gift to my niece and even thought for the first year in history I actually had all my Christmas cards delivered on time, I really wasn’t in the Christmas mood.

MASH!

Do you remember M.A.S.H!? The game that most girls played when they were a tweens and teenager that game that would decide your future? Oh yes, you would put down names of guys that you were “In Love” with or would one day like to marry. You would pick your future cars, how many kids, your future jobs. Then if you really want you would put your wedding colors, what month you would be married, where you would live, what your husband’s occupancy would be and before you knew it you would have a huge list. Then your friend would make a swirl or lines till you tell them to stop this deciding the number. Slowly you would count off. You either sigh a bit of relief when certain things would be marked off or saddened as your “One True Love” was marked off! When all is said and done your future would be decided for you. With either great delight or fear and prayers it won’t come true.

Politically Correct Christmas... I Mean Holiday Report

NEWS FLASH - The Politically Correct Police have stormed the country this Christmas… Holiday. Watch out they may invade you town at anytime! If you don’t want to persecute or possibly offend someone else, we advise you at this time to do the following. Please remove all “Christmas” from all your Holiday display. The word has “Christ” in it and to the unbeliever this might upset them. From now on all Christmas items will be replaced with the word “Holiday”. They will be Holiday Cards, Holiday Cookies, Holiday Trees, Holiday Songs, and so on.

From Immodest to Modest... Helping New Converts

This has been on my mind lately, not sure why but I thought I might share some of my thoughts and see if you have any suggestions.

There is nothing like a new convert in the church who starting to embrace holiness standards but to change a whole wardrobe isn’t easy. Sometimes they might only have a handful of hand me down outfits and their current wardrobe nearly useless! I figure I would give a few suggestions that allow you to look into a new convert’s current closet and hopefully find suggestions for modest outfits. These are suggestions for women and young ladies, and girls.

Princess Lessons, A Song and the Greatest Love Story EVER!

Ok so lately there has been an email going back and forth about love stories started by my best friend amoung a few friends! Talking about does some love stories make you gag or giggle or sigh or what. It just seems to keep taking a twist but since I work so hard on a reply all I figure I would share it. Recently we began talking about the famous Princess Stories... Here is what I wrote in reply! Enjoy!

May We Never Forget! 9/11

Most of us can remember that day. Where they were how they received the news and how they felt. The confusion as people tried to straighten out the news they received was it a bomb? Now two planes and it hit the world trade center or was it the Pentagon? Did you wonder if there were more planes that might be dangerous? Did you know anyone who might be hurt?

Just Wait

We all hate to wait, especially in these days and times. We want quick services, fast food, everything sent immediately, and rapid answers. If we wait longer then usual we are upset. We don’t like to wait.

My Little Chocolate Chips

My Chocolate Chips! When we think about Chocolate Chips we think of those little burst of sweetness that add to an otherwise boring cookie or normal bread. But that not what I’m talking about, I’m talking about My Chocolate Chips, my Sunday school kids!!!

My Thoughts on Woodstock 1969

Woodstock 1969, I wasn’t there. In fact, I wasn’t born either; my mom had to of only been 9 maybe 10 years old. I reflect on Woodstock only on what I read in text books, internet and what I have heard about that eventful 3 days in history now 40 years ago. I remember before I dedicated my life to God when I was 14, watching hours of MTV and hearing about Woodstock. To me at the time it was a grand and amazing event, a one of a kind that I hope I could see repeated and I could attend. Now at age 25, I dread to see a similar event come together. In fact, I fear for it. Woodstock to be honest was to me now a nasty, insane, ungodly and devilish event and I refuse to give it any glory.

A Time to Play and A Time to Cuddle

I don’t know whose fault it was hers or mine, I think we saw each other at the same time. She followed me as I walked by peering casual in. I brought my fingers to the window being careful not to tap, but she was glued immediately. She stood back and stared and I could hear a little growl from her little throat moments before she tried to attack my fingers. I laughed out loud! For ten minutes, I slowly moved my fingers across the window, for ten minutes she attempted to attack the window, licking, biting, growling and wagging her small little tail. I was captivated by her and she by me.