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10 pm – Tomorrow is going to be an adventure in blogging…I am so ready for this…I can change the world one blog at a time.

9 am – Once I write out this perfect thought, it’s going to make everyone laugh so hard, and their going to totally get what I am saying.

10 am – I’m so glad I waited to write that thought down until after I got a cup of coffee.  Now I know its going to make sense, and I’m sure I”ll have the energy to make at least 5 new contacts and after they read this, I’ll get more followers to see what I add every day.

11 am – Well, maybe 2 cups of coffee…and I felt a bit peckish so I grabbed some donuts. 

2 pm – Whew! I needed that break.  Note to self, no more sugar right before blogging. 

4 pm – What was it I was write about.  I had this perfect thought but then I started thinking, what if people actually read my post.

10 pm – Uh, shoot I better find something funny to write before I lose my mind.  Please God, don’t let anyone see what I wrote.

Something as simple as time can have a dramatic effect on our perspective. Yesterday, I thought my blog image looked kind of like an x-ray of a face, but today, I think it looks more like a huge ravine filled with red puff balls and there is a tiny rope bridge going across if you look really close. Be sure to let me know what you think today.

Isn’t it kind of funny how different things look viewing the same thing from, say, 10 other peoples’ visual angle. How your day went, how you are feeling physically, or perhaps, how an event turned out in someone else’s favor…these things and more seem to take a single picture and give it a life of its own. I want to see what different things people see when they look at this image, then we can see if anyone guesses what it may be…should be fun!

I have no plans, and no idea where this is going to go, but when the future lays out with not even a road or even path, my adventurous side starts to emerge…soooooo…I am going to commit to putting forth something each day and see what starts to emerge…maybe if you check in here occasionally, you might enjoy how the scenery begins to change. I hope to see you along the way!

I have not written on this blog site for a couple of years and to be honest I am surprised that it is still even here. So much has happened in those years that I hardly recognize the me that tried to create this blog way back then…though I have become something different, God, however, has been unchanging and faithful still…I do not know where this blog will go, but I am going to just start writing on it and leave it to Him to do with it whatever He wants to do.

I have not written anything on this page since 2 years before Covid and I am not even sure if anyone sees this site for me anymore so this is an odd sort of test.

I know that we all, at some point, ask ourselves the question, “Who am I?”  The easy answer would come from looking at the past and adding up all that we have done to date, right?!

  I am sure that  if I were wealthy with a following of friends that adored me, I might feel quite accomplished… 

 I suppose it would be easier to justify mistakes and costly losses, reassuring myself that it has made me who I am so it was worth it.  

How much money would it take for me to be OK with that last comment?

 How many friends would it take for me to not feel regret over any hurts that I have caused due to my selfish mistakes in life?  I am not saying that I want to walk through my life in misery over my past failures, but they are there all the same, always floating in the shadows, seeking to pull me down into the depths of despair.  

Being a human with faults and imperfections embedded in my nature is quite daunting, and yet God sees me as a precious treasure…go figure.

 Rather than dropping a rock on my head, He lifts me up, and always seeks to reassure and encourage me with His grace and mercy.  It seems that my brokenness and failures are where God teaches me the most about who I am.  He does not seek me and love me because I am so good, but rather, because I recognize that I cannot do anything without Him.  

I am not expressing my feelings to teach some big lesson, nor am I judging anyone else who may have an easier life than mine; I’m simply sharing my heart in regards to my relationship with Christ.  

I am on a journey of self discovery and what I have found is that Who I am is Christ in me!

 I have accepted that I cannot do anything without Him.  I have spent nearly 50 years trying to do it on my own strength and have left a path of mistakes and regrets that I will carry to my grave. 

But the difference now is that I do not carry them alone, but with the strength, forgiveness and love of my Heavenly Father, who walks before me, behind me, and beside me…often carrying me.  

Who am I?

I am Redeemed, Reborn, Renewed, Forgiven, Cherished, and a Child of the Risen King!

“He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.  I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”…He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”     Psalms 91:1,2 and 4

There are times, in my walk with Christ, that I am at a loss of how to move forward or even how to pray.  I am sometimes even overwhelmed with a feeling of being exposed, and weary from living in a world that is so unsettled and chaotic.  It is at this most vulnerable point that my heavenly father reminds me of His truth, His word…always return to the word, and it will sustain you.  I will dwell within and under His shadow, for I believe He truly is my fortress, and I choose to trust Him, for He is so very, very faithful to me.  All I have to do is look back over my life and I am reminded over and over again how faithful he has always been…He is unchanging, my constant, in a world that continues to rage on in chaos and confusion, I do not walk alone…

I am sure that the number 3 has to be my favorite number!  From the time I was a little girl, all that I wanted more than anything was to be a mother…I wanted babies so bad that I ached with the need.  Maybe, it was because my childhood did not leave me with the memories a child should grow up with, or it was just a built-in desire to experience the miracle of life.  All I know is that it was there growing more powerful with each passing year.  After losing two consecutive pregnancies, I was devastated to hear my doctors tell me that it would not be possible for me to carry a baby to term, and that I should consider surgery to avoid any more risks to my health. Instead, I opted for a second opinion from a group of Women’s Health Specialists.  Halfway through testing, when a pregnancy test was required before the procedure, I was informed that I was pregnant…go figure…lol………

#1………12 and a half hours of effort ushered in this beautiful, kicking and squalling, red-faced, rolly pollied 9 and a half pound baby girl who has become my strength and my passion in the flesh….

#2………9 months of illness, hospitalization, on my back in bed, and a fight for life in the delivery room, entered this chubby little auburn haired girl, rolling in at 8 and half pounds to announce loudly to the entire nursery of babies that she was not to leave my hospital bed at any time, who has become my most tender heart in the flesh…..

#3………..4 hours of barely getting settled in and making the doctor risk a traffic ticket to arrive in time, rushed in with 2 pushes literally landing in the doctors hands as he sat down to begin, came this 8 pound, blue eyes full of wonder, little pistol of a girl who has become my fire and wild spirit in the flesh…..

If anyone wonders who I am or what I am like, you need only look at the culmination of these miracles…

I am Strong, Passionate, a most Tender Heart, and Wild to my core…

God knew exactly what I needed to heal all the hurt, damage, and destruction of my childhood…

Not 1, not 2, not 4 or 5….3 is most definitely the number OF ME!!!!!