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Prov. 15:31 "The ear that heareth the reproof of life abideth among the wise."

This was me at three years old. What a cutie I was. They were my favorite slippers!

I was about 37 or 38 in this picture. It's a guess.

I was about 40 here

I'm 49 in our wedding photo!

51 years old. This was 8-21-17. Eclipse gazing

Summer of '17 and 40 lbs lighter than my wedding photo! 

God has been very good to me giving me a second chance to change the mess I made out of life.

Prov. 21:21 "He that followeth after righteousness and mercy findeth life, righteousness, and honour."

Holy Week ~ One Day I Will Die

Matt. 4:16 “The people which sat in darkness saw great light; and to them which sat in the region and shadow of death light is sprung up.”

~ One Day I Will Die ~

One day I will take my last breath

what will you remember of me?

My intense love of life

My emotional good spirit

or God’s Light that has set me free?

Will you hold my laughter in your hand

Will you see the joy I shared

Am I the girl you’ll always say

“Now there’s a woman who cared.”

One day I’ll whisper my last breath

What will I leave behind?

The pureness of heart

A well lit path

For you to try and find?

Will my passion for nature linger

Will my presence always bloom

Am I the one you’ll remember

Who lit an entire room?

One day I’ll breathe my last breath

The memory of me you’ll trade

Will any portion 

Of me remain

Or will my essence fade?

God light the fork before me

So I know which road to take.

Allow them to keep a part of me

That I know I dare not take. 

Matt. 22:5 “But they made light of it, and went their ways, one to his farm, another to his merchandise:”

God Bless you all! 

Angel Always, Godspeed....

Banished

Num. 11: 33 And while the flesh was yet between their teeth, ere it was chewed, the wrath of the LORD was kindled against the people, and the LORD smote the people with a very great plague.

Job 5:2 For wrath killeth the foolish man, and envy slayeth the silly one.

It has swept over her doorway in a tiptoe of silence. Hatred pounded on her door and as she stood looking, unsure if she should open it, a loud crashing sound left her no choice. In an explosion of sound, slivers of wood spread everywhere. She stood with jaw hanging open. A deluge of rain smacked her in the face cutting with its fingers, bleeding, she was knocked to the floor.

They circled round about her with their steel toe boots eagerly waiting to pounce, looking angry with gnarled lips and squinting eyes, judging, sizing up her small frail frame. As she reached to shield the light from piercing her eyes, they began kicking ceaselessly in the face, in the back and anywhere they could get their foot. A boot reached in with fierceness into her mouth and blood dripped as teeth fell to the floor.

Imagine if you will a person who is down on the floor, suffering in pain, being kicked and beaten so that they never stand again. Also look at the faces as they surround the victim as she bleeds. They all look familiar, they...were all once... people she called friend.

“What did I do? What gives you the right to treat me this way?” she says.

“Look at you. You’re pitiful. You think you can do what you want and be crowned the big thang? Not on our watch! We will not allow it.” they taunt.

She wipes the blood from her mouth and begins to try and stand and then one wobbles over, her fat little face all full of smiles, and knocks her down again. A bellow of laughter rings out and tears begin streaming from the eyes of this once pivotal person in each of their lives.

Her mind is wracked with memories, of training these very people, befriending them, praying for them, comforting them, being strong when they were weak, feeling as if she had respect from them but in one swift kick in the stomach, it all ended for her. She began ascending, lights flickering in her head, brilliant radiant streams of light took her, floating to new heights, carried away by the dawns brightness. Nothing to hold her down, she drifted farther and farther away until the stars became a welcome home.

But wait...one last breath caught in her throat. The will to live, to stay, to be part of the magnificent earth was hers once again. As she was tugged back she looked down and saw that her perpetrators had descended into a lowly abyss. Every fiber of their being was rendered useless and God’s wrath set them to slither on their bellies for all of eternity, because heaven was no place for these kind of people. Shattered they were, a compensation for damaging an already ill child of God. They wriggle and squirm as all they held true falls. They are not blameless; they have a scar across their soul that has stained them, never to be removed.

Ps. 79:Pour out thy wrath upon the heathen that have not known thee, and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy name.

She stands tall, she walks with ease; a smile has replaced the bloody lips. Her eyes shine with a light that will never be put out. Because what they didn’t know, no one can take away the Light of God shining within her. Yes, she has changed, she is a beacon of hope to all that seek; a light at the end of a tunnel, a promise of beauty...she is your...Angel...Always!

John 1: 5 And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.