I am proud to say that I am faithful!! I’m not overly religious. I won’t sit there and shove my religion down anyone’s throat, either. I won’t go into a deep discussion about God and religion. You believe what you want and I’ll believe what I want.
Growing up, my family went to church every Sunday. I enjoyed going to Sunday School, too. I learned about God at an early age. Mom and Dad didn’t really drill it in our heads about him. I remember, though, that when we went to church we better behave! One time, we were all crowded in the back pew way in the back of the church. (There were ten of us.) My oldest brother had fallen asleep. His hymnal slid off his lap and hit the floor during the minister’s sermon. The church was quiet as a mouse. There was a loud thud. I think some of the older members actually jumped. Dad was sitting at the end of the pew where none of us could get out. After the hymnal hit the floor, Dad sent a look of death down the pew. We all had the same thought. We were all going to get it when we got home. This was God’s house and how dare any of us make a noise!!!
I have always felt a presence around me. I know my prayers have been answered. I have always believed in God and Angels. I know He is protecting me always. I know He has blessed me many times over.
So, I am proud to say that I believe in God!! I’ve had many struggles but I feel that God had been testing me. I think I have come out stronger each time. I cannot survive in this crazy, mixed up world without Him!!
Thank you, God!
I am flawed but isn’t everyone?
My worst quality would have to be that I take care of everyone else before I take care of me. I do not like to say no. So, of course, when someone, mainly family, ask me for help, I immediately say yes. I do not give myself time to think it over. I do not take the time to talk about it with my husband, either.
I try to please everyone because I do not like upsetting people. I do not like having anyone mad at me. So, instead I say yes. In my heart, I am screaming NO!!!
I truly do not know how to say no. Thanks to my wonderful husband, I am learning. NO is slowly becoming a word that I am learning to say.
Another flaw that I have is being a perfectionist. I enjoy doing counted cross-stitch. I’ve done it many years. If I find a mistake, I will sit here and rip out all the thread just to fix that one tiny little error. I do not care if it is just one little stitch. Something inside me goes crazy and I have to immediately fix the problem. A little voice says, “You best be fixing that. The person you are giving this to will find it and will no doubt throw it away!”
I am flawed. I am not perfect. I need to learn to accept that fact.
May your day be filled with sunshine!
For the most part, I like to think that I am a strong woman, even when I’m not feeling the best.
If I have a migraine, I just want to be left alone in a dark, quiet room. If I have the flu, I’m a big baby. I seem to need my hand held. I cry cause I don’t feel well. In both cases, I usually fall asleep.
In the end, though, I have to admit it’s nice to be taken care of. Doesn’t everyone?
I am blessed to be in such a relationship. My husband is very loving and caring. He does a wonderful job taking care of me, even when I’m feeling well. He loves me even at my worst. I am so grateful for that! 🙂
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PEANUT BUTTER BON BONS
6 ounces cream cheese
1/2 cup cocoa
4 cups powdered sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 cup chopped nuts
1 package (12 oz) peanut butter chips
2 tablespoons shortening
Combine cream cheese, cocoa, powdered sugar, vanilla and nuts. Chill for 1 hour. Form into balls and refrigerate 3 hours. Melt peanut butter chips with shortening. Dip balls into melted peanut butter chips. Place on waxed paper.
2 cups butter or margarine, softened
1 cup confectioners’ sugar
2 tablespoons water
4 teaspoons vanilla extract
4 cups all-purpose flour
2 cups pecans, chopped
Additional confectioners’ sugar
In a mixing bowl, cream butter and sugar. Add water and vanilla; mix well. Gradually add flour; fold in pecans. Roll dough into 1″ balls. Place on ungreased baking sheets and flatten with fingers. Bake at 300 degrees for 20-25 minutes. Cool on a wire rack. When cool, dust with confectioners’ sugar.
Yield: 5 dozen.
The first person I encounter is my loving husband. He is such a blessing to me. He loves me for me. Even with all that has been going on with me, not once has he said anything negative to me.
Each night he gives me kiss and tells me he loves me. He gives the best hugs. He is my best friend. I can tell him anything and I know he will keep it to himself.
He is truly a blessing. I thank God for him everyday.
Does the weather affect me? Yes!
When the full moon rolls around, I get crabby. I cry more than usual. I am very moody. Rainy, cloudy days really bother me. It’s not really the rain, per say. It’s the clouds. I feel really sad and depressed.
Now, thunderstorms do not bother me. Hearing the thunder just does something to me. I’m not sure how to explain it. The best kind of rain is listening to it fall against a tin roof.
Sunny, warm days are the best. I feel so alive. I feel energized. Soaking up the sun fills my soul. I’m ready to write or sew or maybe even bake.
Hope your day is filled with sunshine!
What did I want to be when I grew up? Well, I’m not sure I’ve grown up yet…just sayin’. Haha!
I always thought it would be nice to be a kindergarten teacher. I have always loved children. Their innocence is amazing. They are like little sponges wanting to learn and know everything about everything.
I did not become a teacher unless you teaching your own children counts. I home schooled my two oldest children for a couple of years. It was quite an experience. I had two other children with one on the way while trying to teach. After awhile, I could not handle it anymore and my children went to public school.
Another occupation I like is becoming a writer. I have always enjoyed words. One of my dreams was to get my Bachelor’s Degree in writing. Well, thanks to my wonderful husband that dream came true.
My baby sister died from cancer when she was just 11 years old. Her short life has inspired me to write her life story. She went through so much and not once did I hear her complain. She always had a smile on her face. She is my hero.
Enjoy your day!