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My Little Hims

Wordless Wednesday

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Wordless Wednesday

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Still makes me proud …wish it were still true.

Prayers Requested – Again

Remember this little guy?   Well, here we are 15 months later.   Michael Joshua is going in for surgery again tomorrow, and since the prayers worked so well last time I am asking again.   Please pray that all goes well!  And pray for his parents Michael and Brandi too.  
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Originally Posted on December 4, 2013:

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Little Michael Joshua is the newest addition to our family, making me a Great Aunt again on 11-12-13.

He was born with a heart condition that will require many surgeries throughout his lifetime, with the first surgery being at 6:30 am tomorrow morning.  He will be hospitalized for another 10 days following surgery.

Please pray for Baby Michael and for his parents Michael and Brandi.  With your prayers and God’s help, we hope to get them through this time in their lives.

Thank you so much. God Bless.

UPDATE: He made it through surgery fine and will be in PICU for several days. Thank you all so much!

A moment in time ….

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A time to remember those who are gone but not forgotten.

A time to be thankful for all that you have and all that will come.

A time to cherish memories and look forward to making new ones.

A time to live. A time to love.  A time to laugh.

Most of all, laugh. For it is the laughter that will lighten your life and strengthen your love.

May 2015 bring you all that you could ever hope for and much much more.

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Pray. Paint. Play an instrument.

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This is the letter P of the ABC’s of Genuine Happiness.    Every few days I will be posting a phrase beginning with the next letter of the alphabet seeking your opinion or view on the phrase and how it relates to genuine happiness.

Prayer. Such an important part of life. Such a key to happiness. Prayer is a necessity and is a true form of relief. I can’t think of a time in my life I walked away feeling worse after prayer, I always felt better. Happier.  Sometimes it requires patience.  God answers prayers in his own way.   In his own time.

Painting is an art form I only recently started to enjoy. You can let your imagination run wild and be so creative. Painting is fun whether you do it alone, or with a friend. Your creation, your masterpiece, will make you smile. Now, if only I could get this happy about painting the house!

Play an instrument? Fail. I have not done this but I can only imagine the release one feels when doing so.

What is your opinion on the letter P:  Pray.  Paint.  Play an instrument.

Leave a comment, write a post on your blog and ping back to me or tag your post with “ABC’s of Happiness” so I can find you in my reader.

Until next time … be thinking about the letter Q:  Quit a bad habit.  Quiet your mind.

Wordless Wednesday: The Real Superman

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       Don’t run from him.  Run to him.

My Anniversary

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A year ago I started my blog with a story about my Mother.  Rather than post my stats and my “accomplishments” of the year, I have chosen this verse from Proverbs because it reminds me so very much of her.

You are dearly missed ~M

Thanks Dad? I think.

I went to church today and Pastor Mark preached about character and integrity.   These are the things that a father should have and want to be remembered for when they are gone.   It was a great sermon but it somewhat made me sad because I don’t remember my Dad for his character and integrity.    I then went on to read a lot of blogs today from bloggers worldwide thanking their fathers for being such a great Dad.   I thought about it a lot today and thought maybe I should thank my Dad too:

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Thanks Dad for changing your name and never letting us know who you really were.   I am glad that I do not know my heritage or any of my family members from your side of the tracks.   Even though I have no clue where I came from, I do know where I am going.

Thanks Dad for letting us know that you had two daughters before marrying my Mom, adopting her boys (my brothers) and donating your sperm for me.   If I could find Pammy and Lisa (yes, this is all I know about them) I would let them know how lucky they were that you walked out of their life and never looked back.

Thanks Dad for never taking me to church or teaching me about God.   It makes me so happy to know that you respected me enough to allow me to make my own choice about religion.  Because you allowed me to make my own choice about religion, I made poor choices about life in general.   God should have always been first in my life from the day I was born.   But you made sure that didn’t happen.  How dare anyone love someone in life more than you.

Thanks Dad for always making sure I knew how to make friends.   I mean, because we moved every two or three years I had to, right?   Because of that I tried very hard never to get close to anyone because we would be moving again.   I still have that ability.  The ability to distance myself from everyone.  They say home is where the heart is.  I never had a home.

Thanks Dad for making sure I always went to the doctor and to the dentist like I should have growing up.   Because I was so well taken care of I only needed $13,000.00 worth of work on my teeth when I turned 18 and was able to care for myself.   And that broken nose you never took me to the doctor for, well I finally got that fixed too when I was in my thirties, well after you had died from your drinking.

Thanks Dad for showing all of us how to drink really well.    Alcoholism, whether genetic or learned, you made sure it effected every one of us.

Thanks Dad for being sure we all knew what a strong man you were.   We were all left speechless every time you showed your strength when you beat one of my brothers, or even my Mom for that matter.

Thanks Dad for being such a great leader and for taking charge in the family.   Your guidance taught us so well.   We knew that as long as we pounded our own chest that everyone was sure to respect us.   Respect was not something we would have to earn in life, right?  As long as we controlled everyone we came in contact with we would be okay.

Thanks Dad for always being so proud of me in school.   For not attending my induction into the National Honor Society.  For not attending my high school graduation.   For not encouraging me to go to college.   Mom always said my mind was wasted, but who was she to speak up?   I’m still learning Dad, every day I learn something new.

Thanks Dad, for playing Russian roulette with Mom, literally.   Although she married you, she always knew she was the lucky one, finding one of the five empty chambers every time.    Did you ever think she would outlive you?  She didn’t.  She was certain you would kill her first.

Thanks Dad, for teaching me how to fish.   Yep, thanks Dad, I’m glad I know how to fish.

Wow, Dad.   Who would have known I would have so much to say “Thank you” for?   Really, Thanks Dad, because if it were not for you, I would not be who I am today.   That’s not to say that you helped or encouraged me to be the person that I am, but you certainly showed me who I did not want to be.

Shadows on Bourbon Street

                Wordless Wednesday

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