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Put HIM First and Foremost…

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You will lose nothing of value by putting HIM first and formost in your life…

Luke 9:23-24 If any want to become my followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me. For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake will save it.

For those who lose their life for MY sake will save it…
For those who lose their life for MY sake will save it…

Forget about your ways and put HIM first….

Live the life HE wants you to live…
You will then live in abundance.

How do you do this in a household where your partner does not live the word?

To live in HIS word…
…is to always think of the positive
…of the other person
…of what you can do for others
…of being truthful and trustworthy.

If you live in a household of–negative, criticism, judgment…

How do you mix the two?
I don’t think they mix!

So what are the options…
To bury who you really are (a child of Christ, positive, loving, not judging, wanting to help others)…
To continue to try to ignore the negtive, critical, judgmental comments…

BUT if you bury who you are
…as many have done
…you lose who you are.

You lose who you really are…

I lose who I am…

You lose who you are…

You can’t wear a smile…
Rather it is hard to wear a smile….
A genuine smile…

“To follow Christ, you must follow daily.”

How do you do it daily when others around you are not?

Others very close to you are not…

How do you break away?

Is it possible to follow HIM with your whole heart and life completely, when in a relationship where the two don’t walk the same path?

Have you ever struggled in a relationship where you both don’t have the same beliefs? Do you think it is possible to have an intimate relationship with someone who doesn’t carry God in their heart when you do?
Thanks for stopping by as I continue discovering the meaning of having Faith in my life! I hope you will find it in your heart to comment if you feel the words are there…

Was it the Song?

Was it the song?
Was it the music?
Was it the thinking about all the memories of past churches?

I started thinking about the Presbyterian Church I attended in Long Beach when my kids were young….and all the memories there.

All the love.

All the wonderful people I meant there and I am still friends with.

Welllll….I recently reconnected with most of these people on facebook but I know that when we meet again in person, that love and friendship will be as strong as the last time I saw them. That is the way Christian love and friendship is….
365 Day Project: Presbyterian Church Pews--Filling My Gratitude Bucket | 2/365
I thought about where I was standing here at this church.
In this Presbyterian church with the pews and stained glass.

I was standing on the right side about six rows back; the same location I always stood at when I attended my old church in Long Beach.

I was thinking about the Sunday after my brother was killed and what I felt like…I felt like I was standing in that church all alone.

Well not alone,
I was with Him.
I was trying to understand why this had happened.
I was crying tears of grief knowing that my brothers life was taken for a reason.
It would be for me to discover that reason as life went on.
I would understood that reason as I am later able to relate with others who will loose a mother, father, sibling or a loved one.

I was standing there on the right side, six rows back at this new church listening to the music.
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Knowing I had just put the largest plea…I mean prayer…out there.
Knowing I needed to be there at this church at this time.
Knowing I had to give all my faith to Him and He would lead me.
Knowing I would have to trust in the answers and the doors that He is about to put in front of me.

I could feel the tears start to gather.
This has happened before during singing (the tears)….no problem!
They will go away…those tears.
I will just stand here and not sing the words for a few minutes and the tears will go away.

I stood there…listening to the words in the songs.
The tears didn’t stop.
My vision became blurry.

Oh, my!

No tissue! No Sweatshirt!

My bottom lip began to tremble.
This is not going to be good!
These tears are going to flow no matter how hard I try to suppress them.

What should I do?
It is going to be very obvious if I leave but the tears are developing fast!

Quick! Grab your stuff and make a b-line for the side door!
Don’t look around!
Don’t make eye contact!
Just grab your stuff, hold back those tears and get out quick!

I got out of there!
I had my phone in hand ready to call Sissy (I needed to talk to someone) but hung up before I could press send. Sissy is a married woman now. It is Sunday, a day for her and new hubby to spend together. They don’t need a middle aged empty nest mom calling them. I started calling another friend but then…

“Hello? Are you ok?”, she said.

I was caught!
I didn’t escape unnoticed.

I clicked my phone off and relunctantly turned around.

Here came this lady waving a tissue.
She was waving a tissue!!!

“Are you ok?” she proceeded to say.

“Yep, I am fine!”

Now what? What do I do?
Do I keep walking?
I answered her question so I wouldn’t be rude if I kept walking.

That tissue. I could really, really use that tissue! I knew I didn’t have any tissue in my new car yet. Ok, I will stop for a second and grab the tissue and say thank you then be on my way.

So I thought!!!

She wasn’t going to let me just go.
Well she wasn’t holding me down so I could have just left.

She asked me again, “Are you ok?”

“I am fine,” I said.
“Just a few little life changes going on,” I proceeded to tell her.
“Nothing much!” I said, “the songs just touched me a little.” (Good answer, Pam, blame it on the songs!)

She asked me if she could pray with me.

Sure. Anytime someone wants to pray with me or for me I will take it!

I really don’t know what she prayed about because my mind wondered. I just know that during that time of her holding my hands and praying with me I once again felt His presence as I had so many times before. I felt that presence that I had been missing the last few years. I felt that presence that would reasure me that I would be ok.

I knew at that moment that He was back working with me.

Or is it that I finally was allowing Him back trusting in Him and having faith in Him?

The tissue lady continued to talk to me.
She did not seemed hurried to get back into the service.
She was there to listen to me if I wanted to share.
She was there to pray with me if I wanted to pray.
She was there to invite me into their church home baggage and all.
She was there to offer me friendship.
Doors- St Helena Church
The last thing she said, ” I will pray for you. I will pray that the biggest brightest door will open for you soon!” She said, “Please, please come back and please come join one of our ladies groups. No one should be on their own without a church family.”

I do believe I may be making a new step soon on this journey.
This journey of life.
Sure glad I am letting Him lead the way.
I don’t like leading by myself…that’s another lesson I have learned.

Have I found home again?
Is home wherever I am with Him?

Sidenote: The name of the new church I visited is Journey Presbyterian Church. Their tagline on their website is “Faith is a journey…not a destination!”

Glad I am not on this journey by myself! I have Him and all my wonderful loving friends and family! Thanks for being in my life! Thanks for being a part of my journey! Thank you to the tissue lady for reaching out!

I Was Just a Mom!

I was just a mom!

Yep, that is what I thought for the 20 years I stayed at home to raise my children.

I am just a mom.

Just a MOM???


Just a Mom to Two Great Kids

What was I thinking?

A Mom is not a “just a…”

Mom’s are the glue that hold the family together.

I never gave myself credit for being a MOM.

That is why in my mind, I was just a mom.

Imagine that?

And now I look at my lovely Sissy and College boy and I see how wonderful, caring loving, smart–the list goes on and on!

And I think…WOW!

These are my kids.



They are very successful, loving, kind…you get the picture.

My kids!



I was just a mom?

Imagine that?!!!

Mom’s out there that are struggling with being just a mom I hear by relinquish that title from you.

You are not and never will be just a mom.

A mom is much more than that!

You are a woman.

You are a trainer.

You are a peacemaker.

You are a counselor.

You are a relationship builder.

You have the most important job that life can ever give you. You are a MOM! You have big responsiblities here. It is up to you to form your child into a responsible person that will be able to live life to its fullest.

Every word you say and everything you do has an impact on your children.

That…THAT, my friend, is a huge, HUGE responsiblity.

That, my friend, is why you are not and never will be Just a MOM!

If you are one of the fortunate mother’s that get to stay home with your children and don’t have a job with a paycheck, please know that you are not and never will be JUST A MOM!. If you continue to call yourself just a mom, you need to call me–we need to talk!

College Boy Leaves-Mom fills Pockets with Notes

Jeans Pocket Note

College Boy just left for Spring Semester after his Winter break.

Pants Pocket Note

I couldn’t let him leave without some pocket notes.

Backpack Pocket Note

I quickly scribbled some random notes to put into his belongings.

I put notes in his new white socks. College boy always goes back to school with a dozen new white socks. Take a good look at them…they will never be this white again. Next time I see him, his socks will be dingy white. Not sure how that happens. Maybe because he forgets to wash white clothes seperate from dark clothes?!!!

Socks Pocket Note

Shoe Pocket Note

Any place I could find to quickly stuff a note, I stuffed one. Shoes, socks, sleeping bags, lids to deoderant, backpacks, books…..

Shorts Pocket Note

I want to be sure that College Boy knows he is loved and that he can do anything!

Sleeping Bag Pocket Note

Sport Coat Pocket Note

I know he will be going to job fairs, interviews and industry events this Spring so I want him to find notes of encouragement. It gives me the pleasure of being there without being there. It is like I get to give him that hug and words of encouragement before he goes out the door.

White Shirt Pocket Note

I know he appreciates the words of encouragment and deep down he misses the “Mom good luck hug”. So this is my way of being involved in his special moments.

I love my College Boy….

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