This is the first time I have lost someone so close to me. My mother in law was more of a mother to me than my own. No matter what she was there for me. to talk to , get a receipe from, to get yelled at when I messed up and to hold me when I cried. Now that she is gone I feel empty a little bit and I cry whenever I think of her. I am fully aware of where she is right now and I could not be happier for her, she is with her soul mate and God. But I feel like a piece of me is missing.
Its funny how when something bad happens in a family the family shows their true colors. Some get greedy, some pray, some sit back to see what is happening. They are so full of grief and emptyness that they are not sure what to do except go back to the basics. Some of us are getting closer because of the loss, while others are pulling futher away.
There is nothing that could ever replace her but when I pray I ask for Jesus to tell her how much she is missed and Loved.
My Pray for today
Dear Father God continue to shine on our family, help those who don't know you open their eyes and their hearts to fully understand that your there for them to. Give them rest in knowing that mom is with you and she is happy once more. Thank you Lord for all that you do for us even when we don't see.
In Jesus' name I pray... AMEN
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
trouble spots
I can only say that my office space, or lack there of is, is my trouble spot. Ya see our son moved out of the back bedroom and we had a little flood problem so everything had to come out, carpet, trim, a wall and the door, due to mold. So everything that was suppose to go into the room for an office has been kept in my living room and kitchen counters, oh yes and in a few boxes for storage space. I don’t have a digital camera to show you but I can assure you that it’s a mess. You can link to find out more about this, there is a contest at Proverbs31 Woman.
Thanks for letting me share
Liz
Thanks for letting me share
Liz
Sunday, April 6, 2008
A little of me
Some time ago, maybe 25 years ago .. I started to write poetry, mainly because I was depressed and I would like to share one with you. But first I would like to share a letter with you that I never sent to my father on father’s day.
Dear Dad,
HAPPY FATHERS DAY
I just wanted to say THANK YOU
Here are a few reasons for my gratefulness.
You made me strong, able to face daily challenges head on
You taught me to always tell the truth, regardless of the consequences or who it may hurt.
I am 39 years old, a mother of 3 beautiful children, grandmother of 2, I am a homeowner, a good career, I don’t do drugs, or drink anymore. I own a car, financed to the back, and a stack of bills that I can’t see over.
Yes dad you taught me how to be independent, pay bills, stand on my own two feet and to trust no one. Yes dad you did your job.
The only thing I ever wanted was for you to be proud of me. And you won’t even talk to me.
I realized along time ago no one is perfect-not even parents. I can forgive but never forget. I can learn from my mistakes but never dwell on them.
Dad I LOVE YOU, I am still your daughter no matter what has happened. You choose me 32 years ago when you adopted me. I only pray that you could Love me and except me for who I am…. Your Daughter… mistakes and all.
All my love
Now for the poetry….
Love
Summer is at a close my Love
No flowers are in bloom
The leaves are turning colors
And falling to the earth
The sun is mostly hiding
As the clouds hang lazy in the sky
The air is turning chilly
Winter is close by
Wrap your arms around me
Protect me from the cold
Until next year when
Spring is in the air
When the trees are in bloom
And the birds begin to sing
Of a renewed Love
And maybe a new dream
Dear Dad,
HAPPY FATHERS DAY
I just wanted to say THANK YOU
Here are a few reasons for my gratefulness.
You made me strong, able to face daily challenges head on
You taught me to always tell the truth, regardless of the consequences or who it may hurt.
I am 39 years old, a mother of 3 beautiful children, grandmother of 2, I am a homeowner, a good career, I don’t do drugs, or drink anymore. I own a car, financed to the back, and a stack of bills that I can’t see over.
Yes dad you taught me how to be independent, pay bills, stand on my own two feet and to trust no one. Yes dad you did your job.
The only thing I ever wanted was for you to be proud of me. And you won’t even talk to me.
I realized along time ago no one is perfect-not even parents. I can forgive but never forget. I can learn from my mistakes but never dwell on them.
Dad I LOVE YOU, I am still your daughter no matter what has happened. You choose me 32 years ago when you adopted me. I only pray that you could Love me and except me for who I am…. Your Daughter… mistakes and all.
All my love
Now for the poetry….
Love
Summer is at a close my Love
No flowers are in bloom
The leaves are turning colors
And falling to the earth
The sun is mostly hiding
As the clouds hang lazy in the sky
The air is turning chilly
Winter is close by
Wrap your arms around me
Protect me from the cold
Until next year when
Spring is in the air
When the trees are in bloom
And the birds begin to sing
Of a renewed Love
And maybe a new dream
Family
FAMILY
As I think about Family I consider what family means to me.
It use to mean the people related to me, either threw birth or by marriage. But As I study the Bible and what God says about family, we are all family. Those who believe in Christ are in God’s family.
Another thing I considered was why are we the meanest to our own flesh and blood? For example, your brother steals something and is sent to jail, someone might say he is stupid, he’s no good, he’ll never amount to anything? But God says that No matter what the sin if you believe in me your forgiven.. John 3:16 Yet we cannot forgive each other.
I use to be consumed with my own family, trying to make everyone happy, to provide for each one, to set everything aside for everyone. I didn’t get to much done. I had lost myself and I didn’t know Jesus.
My life is different know. I pray daily, sometimes all day. I have lots of sisters that I can call and just chit chat with, I am a volunteer at Church, I get lots of hugs and hello’s, I feel Loved without reservations, (something I still don’t feel from some of my own family members) people I don’t even know who belong in God’s family, come and talk to me about God and ask for my opinion.
I now know that I AM A BELOVED CHILD OF GOD AND A SISTER TO JESUS.. Mark 3:33 and I belong to a un-imaginable amount of Brothers and Sisters in Christ
As I think about Family I consider what family means to me.
It use to mean the people related to me, either threw birth or by marriage. But As I study the Bible and what God says about family, we are all family. Those who believe in Christ are in God’s family.
Another thing I considered was why are we the meanest to our own flesh and blood? For example, your brother steals something and is sent to jail, someone might say he is stupid, he’s no good, he’ll never amount to anything? But God says that No matter what the sin if you believe in me your forgiven.. John 3:16 Yet we cannot forgive each other.
I use to be consumed with my own family, trying to make everyone happy, to provide for each one, to set everything aside for everyone. I didn’t get to much done. I had lost myself and I didn’t know Jesus.
My life is different know. I pray daily, sometimes all day. I have lots of sisters that I can call and just chit chat with, I am a volunteer at Church, I get lots of hugs and hello’s, I feel Loved without reservations, (something I still don’t feel from some of my own family members) people I don’t even know who belong in God’s family, come and talk to me about God and ask for my opinion.
I now know that I AM A BELOVED CHILD OF GOD AND A SISTER TO JESUS.. Mark 3:33 and I belong to a un-imaginable amount of Brothers and Sisters in Christ
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