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I Love My Life! ~ Crazy Dreams

31 Thursday Jan 2013

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So, I had this dream last night that I was in a terrible car accident. I get out and look at the car. Apparently my car had hit something because the metal was all twisted and smashed and there was steam pouring out of the engine. I instinctively was aware that my invisible friend who was in the passenger seat was dead. I turn to go in the house to call the police. Apparently the accident had happened while I was parked in my driveway. Anyway: I am followed at this point by yet another invisible friend who is apparently a reality show camera guy. I instinctively know this because the dream is seen from his view point and I randomly turn to face him and tell him my inner most thoughts. So, I pick up the phone and call the police. They tell me they are on their way. Several hours pass. Here my friend Cameron (from Ferris Bueller’s day off) comes in carrying a large jug of Hawaiian tropical fruit punch. He is complaining because he didn’t have a glass and he was so incredibly thirsty. I look at camera guy and say “he brought bright red Hawaiian punch?  Like there is any tropical or fruit in that stuff.” Camera guy and I apparently hurt Cameron’s feeling by ignoring him as we rush past him on an important mission to plug in both blow dryers (that I instinctively knew the police would need when they got there.) Now I look up and see the police light finally coming down the road. Camera guy and I rush to the screen doors to prop them open, but then decide that too many mosquitoes will get in that way. So we close them behind us as we go out to the scene of the accident. We now approach the car as officers begin to examine, measure and dust the car for fingerprints. The commanding officer turns to me at this point and says “Clearly this accident and incidentally the death of your invisible friend here was cause by your irresponsibility.” To this I indignantly respond with “ irresponsible, Me? It took you two hours to get here when it is only a 10 minute drive away. Mean while I have stood vigil over my invisible friends none existent body, kept watch on the car so that no one could tamper with the evidence, had my friend bring drinks in for you and your guys and I have both blow-dryers plugged in and ready for you and your officers to use!” Now the Officer raises his hand to me and says “O.K. Sir, you just need to wake up. You have to go to the bathroom.” Upon waking I think to myself, How weird was that? … He called me Sir. (as if that was the only weird thing about the dream.) LOL I love the way my mind works ~~~ and I love my life!

 

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Painting In Progress ~ The Force

26 Wednesday Dec 2012

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“The Force”16″x20” Acrylic on Canvasfb the forceMy Son in Law Bryan is a huge Star wars fan. So as his Christmas gift I decided to make him a family portrait set as a star wars poster! This was a fun piece to paint, as you can imagine. Here we have Bryan as Obi wan kenobi, Esther as Queen Amidala, my granddaughter Emil as Princess Leia, and grandson Josh as Luke Skywalker.

This piece also has hidden treasures as the light sabers glow,the  x wing fighters shoot lasers, and the rebel symbol glows  with ultra violet paint that will light up when lights are off and a black light is shone on it.

 

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I Love My life! – In My Shoes

01 Thursday Nov 2012

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So, I have the kind of mind that visualizes words as people are talking. (Usually very literally) for instance, Our pastor likes to sum up his messages by prefacing things with “If you are here today…” I always imagine that I got careless and wore my invisible suit to church instead of my church cloths. Otherwise he would be able to see that I was there, Right?

With this in mind, I saw a commercial the other day that starts out with a guy saying “ If you have terrible foot pain and aching joints, I’ve been in your shoes.” My first thought is, “Gross, what the heck is this guy going around America sticking his icky feet in other people’s shoes for? I think we could all sue him for that.” … I love my life!

 

 

 

 

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Selah ~ The Gift Of Weeds

25 Wednesday Apr 2012

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Oh how I love working on my garden surrounded by beautiful fragrant flowers. But each year with the beautiful blooms come the weeds and grass.

As I talked with the Lord in my garden today, I was telling Him how tiered I was of tilling up the dirt, over and over, every year, usually a couple times a year. Carefully hand removing every grass root I find.

“The problem is,” I told Him “is that no matter how hard I try to get every last bit of root, I just can’t do it. To make things worse the neighbors don’t even try, they just let their yard grow wild. So the weed seeds blow in from over the fence and the grass reaches under it. Its Just so frustrating Lord!”

In return a sweet small voice inside said “I know, I understand your heart completely; but I have given you these weeds as a gift.”

“A gift Lord? However could these weeds be a gift to me? I hate them! They are so ugly and distract from the beauty of the garden. Besides,” I said,” It’s so much work, and it just seems so futile. Yet I know if I don’t keep on top of it, my yard too will be taken over by the weeds.”

“ You are right hon. What else bothers you about them. Tell me, I want to know.”

“The roots are so aggressive Lord. “ I said” It seems, no matter how many times I go out and hand till the area around my cherished plants, the grass will not die. The roots hide from me and entwine themselves with the roots of my precious beautiful plants and may eventually kill them. Sometimes, Lord I am forced to strip the plant bare and wash the roots clean, making sure to remove every foreign root. This takes time, and a delicate hand. Lord it takes so much patience on my part. It is very hard on the plant too and it droops and sometimes it doesn’t recover and I will lose the plant. Even after all that work. Some times the grass is so tangled and weaved into the root base of the plant that I can not distinguish between the two and I must throw that plant away. It breaks my heart. I don’t want to lose any of my precious plants Lord, I have worked so hard to care for each one. They are so beautiful and bring my heart such joy and delight. Why then do you tell me that these weeds are a blessed gift to me?”

As I sat there watching the blossoms wave in the wind, I could hear the sweet hum of a hundred bees, birds singing from the trees and lawn mowers purring in distant yards. The warm sun on my shoulders, the day so perfect. The Lord gently whispered to me. “You are one of my precious Flowers. You are so Beautiful and fragrant to me. I know you are working hard and I am pleased that you are blooming where I have planted you. I know that you work hard to keep your life free of the weeds of sin, yet this is a sinful world and sin seems to blow in the breeze and take root everywhere. Even in well cared for gardens. There are always hidden sins that you don’t even realize are there. They hide very well, and can even become entwined in the very roots of who you are, without you even really taking much notice. That is why some times I have to dig you up out of your comfortable place and strip you bare. It hurts you, I know, but know that I do this because I love you and I want you to be saved and bloom forever. I carefully wash your roots with the water of my word and with a delicate touch remove all the foreign roots of sin to insure you will be able to grow. I see that you are weak, and I count your tears. I hurt for you my love, as I hold you gently in my hands. I also know that sometimes this process is so hard on you that you want to give up and quit. Many precious people do and refuse to grow and bloom for me, because they feel I am a cruel God, that I am being unjust. They just can’t see it at the time, that what I am doing is necessary and best for them. There are also times when I deal with hearts that have become so entwined with their sin that it is impossible to separate them from it. For they become one with their sin. It becomes such a part of them that the process of separation is too much for that person to even bare thinking about and so they choose to cling to the sin and refuse my help. This breaks my heart, for I too have to remove them. Not that I want to discard any! They are all beautiful to me. But because the roots of that sin would destroy others I must remove it from my presence.Yes Jackie! I understand your frustration with weeds in your garden, and your anger is justified. I too get angry with sin. Not because it is too much work for me, but because I know many lives will be destroyed by it. I desire that none would perish; But as the grass roots and weeds come and chock out your beautiful flowers, sin weaves it’s way through the hearts of man. Some like you will work hard to stay free from it but will be touched by it anyway. Others simply don’t care and let sin run rampant in their lives.”

“ I see Lord,” I said “ You are right, these weeds are a blessed gift from you. They have reminded me of the sacrifice you have made for me. For the reason you are angry with sin, and for your great and awesome love for every man woman and child on this planet. You are so amazing, wise and just, Lord. “ “Thank you for spending time with me in my garden. I love it when you meet me here and we have time to talk like this. Oh! and thanks for the gift of weeds! I love you Lord!”

 

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I Love My Life! ~ Super Power Granny

18 Saturday Feb 2012

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This hasn’t happened to me for a long time, maybe 10 years, maybe longer. I was out of training, so I didn’t know if my skills were up to the task, but I accepted the challenge anyway. It all started by someone calling out my name in the middle of the night. “Granny, I had a bad dream and I’m really scared, can I come into bed with you?” My reply was out before she finished the question; I said “of course sweet heart” As I pulled back the blankets and moved my pillow over so my granddaughter could share it with me. She ran and hurdled herself into the very center of my being and pushed back in against me with ever fiber of hers. My arms were there and ready to envelope her to comfort and love her. As I kiss her head and hold her tight I start to pray over her that the Lord would take away her bad dreams and help her to relax and be able to rest. At first she is stiff and trembling, but the more I prayed, cuddled and loved, the more relaxed she became until total peace had filled her little body.

I had not lost my touch; my mommy (Now Granny) super powers were still active. They were just a little older and a lot more mature. Amazingly I discovered with beautiful clarity I now had super power sight. Oh what a beautiful gift Jesus gave me last night; as I lay there, half asleep, holding her close to my heart. A flood of memories came back to me in that precious moment as her warm little body warmed my very soul. How many times in my life have I done this before?  How many nights in my life had I begrudgingly wished my kids would just sleep through the night so that I could sleep? How many times had I laid there uncomfortably, while little arms and legs wiggled and poked me? Just waiting for them to get tired enough for me to carry them to their own bed so I could have my space? I remembered each time, each child, and I almost wept with the overwhelming wish that this moment in time, right now while I held my granddaughter, would never end.

Now was not the time for desiring to go back to sleep, NO! Now was a time to share our hearts, our dreams, and yes some laughter.  I whisper into my Em’s ear “how would you like to get up with Granny and have some hot chocolate?” I think she was out of bed before I could finish saying it. I gave her my big fuzzy red robe to wear, and it trailed behind her on the floor as we walked to the kitchen. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Hot cocoa in our hands, we sat wrapped in the same blanket on the sofa and listen to Taylor swift (Her favorite singer) on her I pod, and of course we sang along…” some day I’ll be living in a big old city, and all your ever gonna be is mean.” ~~~~ I really really really love my life!

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