Friday, March 28, 2008
Having a Wonderful Time
Busy
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
So Good
Mandy made the girls dresses and they looked absolutely beautiful in them!

Papa Elms teaching her how to push the button on her new "spin toy".
It was cold so Ashlyn needed her coat on. I love this picture!
I have more, but I am not going to post them all! LOL!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
HE IS RISEN!
Friday, March 21, 2008
HAPPY EASTER!
A man is driving along a highway and sees a rabbit jump out across the middle of the road.
He swerves to avoid hitting it, but unfortunately the rabbit jumps right in front of the car.
The driver, a sensitive man as well as an animal lover, pulls over and gets out to see what has become of the rabbit. Much to his dismay, the rabbit is the Easter Bunny, and he is DEAD.
The driver feels so awful that he begins to cry. A beautiful blonde woman driving down the highway sees a man crying on the side of the road and pulls over.
She steps out of the car and asks the man what's wrong.
"I feel terrible," ! he explains, "I accidentally hit the Easter Bunny with my car and KILLED HIM."
The blonde says,"Don't worry."
She runs to her car and pulls out a spray can. She walks over to the limp, dead Easter Bunny, bends down, and sprays the contents onto him.
The Easter Bunny jumps up, waves its paw at the two of them and hops off down the road.
Ten feet away he stops, turns around and waves again, he hops down the road another 10 feet, turns and waves, hops another ten feet, turns and waves, and repeats this again and again and again and again, until he hops out of sight.
The man is astonished. He runs over to the woman and demands, "What is in that can? What did you spray on the Easter Bunny?"
The woman turns the can around so that the man can read the label.
It says..
(Are you ready for this?)
(Are you sure?)
(You know you're gonna be sorry)
(Last chance)
(OK, here it is)
It says..... "Hair Spray - Restores life to dead hair, and adds permanent wave."
Happy Easter!!!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Revelation 21
I was 7 years old when I stepped outside in the front yard to see where Daddy was. He was standing out on the sidewalk looking into the sky. There were beautiful, white fluffy clouds floating across the sky, and the moon was shining through them. It was so beautiful! I asked, "Daddy, what are you doing?" He said in his deep, bass voice, "Oh, honey, I'm just looking at the clouds, wondering if that's the clouds Jesus is coming back on." A shiver went through my heart, because I wanted to be ready when Jesus came back. I stood there for a little bit looking up in the sky like Daddy. As I watched, and pondered what Daddy had said I just KNEW I saw the face of GOD in the clouds. :) Time went by, and as I grew up I sat and listened many nights as Daddy would talk about the "end of time" and all that would be taking place, "just before Jesus' return". Then, he would continue talking about the "New Heaven and the New Earth", and what it was going to be like in Heaven. He made "going to Heaven" sound so wonderful and I really wanted to go there! I sat in church on Harvey and Thesta in Fresno and heard the choir sing "Twelve Gates to the City". When I heard the choir start singing, "IN THAT BRIGHT CITY......PEARLY WHITE CITY....." my heart would beat faster and faster, because I knew they were going to sing about Heaven and Daddy would read in his booming voice........And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away........
And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, Having the glory of God: and her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal;
And had a wall great and high, and had twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels, and names written thereon, which are the names of the twelve tribes of the children of Israel:
And the wall of the city had twelve foundations, and in them the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb........
And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.
And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it.
And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it: and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it.
And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day: for there shall be no night there."
When Mother was on her death bed, she said to Daddy, "Murray, tell me about Heaven". That was probably one of the most beautiful, yet sad times he ever talked about Heaven, but I'm sure he painted a picture of that beautiful city like he had never painted before.
A MUST-SEE!
A Correction
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Home Again, Home Again...
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Visit to Jackson, TN
Special Birthday
Friday, March 14, 2008
Surprised Again
WOW! My mind was instantly thrown back into my "girlhood days" in Bloomington, CA when Leah's grandmother, Sis. Anderson pastored the church (now the "Rialto church"). Leah's mother, Jean, was best friends with my mother when they were all growing up in the "Bloomigton Church"! There is a lot of history in our families, and I could not even start to write all about it, but I had a wonderful time visiting with Leah today. I guess you could say, "we were catching up on the last 42 years! Leah was 13 when her folks left California, I was 12. I have wondered about her and her family through the years, but never had the chance to see her. I'm glad I was thrown back in time today. It's so much fun being the age I am. I have a lot of past behind me with wonderful memories, but I also have a lot of dreams for the future. God has been good to me....I can't complain!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
WHAT?????
It was a "FOOT-LONG tea spoon"!!!LOL! This is the L-O-N-G-E-S-T SPOON I have EVER seen! I thought Texas was the only state that lived up to the cliche: "Everything is bigger in Texas!" I think we better get on the ball if we're going to beat this one!!!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Excuses
There are alot of things we can make excuses about, but the things of God is not one of those things. When I saw this little joke my mind started singing the song by the Kingsman Quartet, "Excuses", so I had to go find the whole song to post. It's funny and drives home a message very well.Excuses, excuses, you'll hear them every day. And the Devil he'll supply them, if from church you stay away. When people come to know the Lord, the Devil always loses. So to keep them folks away from church, he offers them excuses.
In the summer it's too hot. And, in the winter, it's too cold. In the spring time when the weather's just right, you find some place else to go. Well, it's up to the mountains or down to the beach or to visit some old friend. Or, to just stay home and kinda relax and hope that some of the kin folks will start dropping in.
Well, the church benches are too hard. And, that choir sings way too loud. Boy, you know how nervous you get when you're sitting in a great big crowd. The doctor told you, "Now, you better watch them crowds. They'll set you back." But, you go to that old ball game because you say "it helps you to relax."
Well, a headache Sunday morning and a backache Sunday night. But by worktime Monday morning, you're feeling quite alright. While one of the children has a cold, "Pneumonia, do you suppose?" Why the whole family had to stay home, just to blow that poor kid's nose.
Well, the preacher he's too young. And, maybe he's too old. The sermons they're not hard enough. And, maybe they're too bold. His voice is much too quiet-like. Sometimes he gets too loud. He needs to have more dignity. Or, else he's way too proud.
Well, the sermons they're too long. And, maybe they're too short. He ought to preach the word with dignity instead of "stomp and snort." Well, that preacher we've got must be "the world's most stuck up man." Well, one of the lady's told me the other day, "Well, he didn't even shake my hand."
Excuses, excuses, you'll hear them every day. And the Devil he'll supply them if the church you stay away. When people come to know the Lord, the Devil always loses. So to keep them folks away from church, he offers them excuses. So to keep them folks away from church, he offers them excuses.
For those of you who know the tune to this song, now you will be like me and not be able to get it off of your mind for days! LOL!
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Sheltered
Thursday, March 06, 2008
It Doesn't Get Much Better Than This!

Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Dirt Roads
What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved.
There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give character.
People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride. That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is home...a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.
We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.
There was less crime in our streets before they were paved.
Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun.
And there were no drive by shootings.
Our values were better when our roads were worse!
People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous, they didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust & bust your windshield with rocks.
Dirt Roads taught patience.
Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly, you didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk you walked to the barn for your milk.
For your mail, you walked to the mail box.
What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rode on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.
At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble, Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.
At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.
At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out.
Usually you got a dollar...always you got a new friend...at the end of a Dirt Road!
~by Paul Harvey~
The two pictures I posted were taken on a trip we made to California one year. We had taken our time one day just "meandering" and took "Dirt Roads" and we had a wonderful time!
You know, in life we sometimes get to going so fast down the smooth, paved roads that we forget there is beauty to be seen, if we would "stop and take the time to smell the roses". Don't forget there are "precious memories" to be made with your family and friends. Let's get out of the "fast lane", and enjoy spending time with those we love.
Debbie, at "The Alabaster Box" wrote a wonderful post about "The Long Winding Road". She brings out the importance to "keep traveling".
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
REVIVAL Is Here to STAY!
I also want to say a great big thank you to Kassie for her leadership in music. I told her on the phone how much I have enjoyed listening, but I want her to know that I really do not worry about the music being what it's suppose to be when I am not able to be in church. Thank you, Kassie, and the musicians and singers for your faithfulness, and worship. You mean the world to me! I plan on joining you tomorrow night. I pray I will be feeling 100% by then. I have missed playing the organ with you all! There is not anything more "fun and fulfilling" to me than playing the organ in church. I know some may think I'm a little crazy, but that's okay. It's been my life and I love the joy I get when I'm in a good Apostolic service, and the singers are singing, and musicians are playing, and praise and worship is filling the sanctuary! There's not a party anywhere that can outdo the power of our God!
I guess you can tell I am feeling better. I felt God in a powerful way tonight while listening to the service, and my heart is filled with joy and great anticipation. Please keep praying for me and all who have been bitten by the "sick bug".
