Memories...The Word Taught

Memories...oh how I love them!  I remember going to Grandma's house in Southern California in the summertime. I always slept with Grandma and she usually had the windows open, and a box fan running. I loved it!  On Sunday night after we got home from church, we'd go to bed and she would reach over and turn the radio on, tuning into "Hour of Power."  Pastor David F. Gray would be teaching. I hear her say, as if it were yesterday, "Oh, I love to hear that man teach!"  As a little girl I couldn't understand her love for his teaching, because I didn't understand everything he taught, but I did feel the depth of his words, and the reverence to the Word he taught. It made an impact on my heart and mind that has stayed with me my whole life. 

One of the things I miss about my husband, not pastoring a church are the many Bible studies he taught on Wednesday night.  He taught with the same depth and reverence his Pastor, Bro. David F. Gray did.  I've told him so many times, "I REALLY miss hearing you teach.  You always fed my soul."  

It's amazing the things that come to my mind.  If you've read this whole status update, then you must be a true friend.  Friends are the only ones who enjoy the ramblings of another friend. Bless you!  

#thinkinoutloud 

How Do You See Yourself?

"It constantly amazes me that men and women wander the earth marveling at the highest mountains, the deepest oceans, the whitest sands, the most exotic islands, the most intriguing birds of the air and fish of the sea – and all the time never stop to marvel at themselves and realize their infinite potential as human beings."  -The Rhythm of Life 

-Matthew Kelly 

I read this quote and my mind went to the scripture, 

“I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.”

(Psalms 139:14 KJV)

Then, my thoughts turned to the fact that so many people never see their worth, their abilities, their talents, their potential.  They seem to always focus on negative things they see in themselves.  

What if...we looked at us and saw the magnificence of who we were made to be?  After all, we were created in HIS image! 

What if...we realized the qualities He put in us?  

What if...we lived up to the potential He sees in us?  

What if...we believed this scripture and applied it to our lives?  “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.” (Philippians 4:13 KJV)

Quit allowing the enemy to destroy your worth!  As the song says...

"You thought I was worth saving...So, You came in changed my life. You thought I was worth keeping...So, You cleaned me up inside.

You thought I was to die for...

So, You sacrificed your life.

So, I could be free!

So, I could be whole!

So, I could tell everyone I know!"

Stand up and see yourself as God sees you!  You're a child of the King!  You were created for a reason and your worth, your potential is far greater than you can imagine. 

I have a feeling, when those who do not know Jesus Christ have the opportunity to "view a real Christian," they see a beauty that is beyond compare to anything they have ever seen. 

Yes, the beauty of the mountains, rivers, skies, birds, fish, animals, flowers, and oceans are breathtaking to our eyes, yet God decided all of that wasn't enough, so He created you and me to be His hands, His feet, and His arms reaching to all mankind. There's nothing more beautiful than...LOVE!  ❤️  #thinkinoutloud

"Castaway"

The enemy is throwing everything he can at people who are living for God!  I heard a man say, "I realized I had become bitter and I didn't like what I felt in my heart. I had never felt that way before."  It's great when a person can RECOGNIZE this foreign feeling. When you no longer feel the change that's happened, you are being deceived.  "Create in me a clean heart...renew in me a right spirit."  A song called "Castaway" that Sis. Bobbie Shoemake, my brother Keith and I sang a long time ago still plays in my mind today. "If I carry the gospel to the regions of the lost, to a world that's going astray. Don't let me fail in sight of the gate and become just a castaway."  The chorus went on to say..."Castaway...castaway...lost forever on a cold, dark ocean. Turned away...castaway...lost, just a castaway."  (I think the words are correct, but you get the message.) I remember one service we sang it in. Bro. Shoemake preached with a soberness and deep conviction to a youth group about a clean heart. The altars were filled with kids who wanted to be saved, no matter the cost.  Do we still feel this way?  Will we give up ANYTHING that's pulling us away from Him?  Do we even RECOGNIZE what is happening in our heart that is pulling us away from Him?  Are we willing to fall at the foot of the cross so our human spirits are broken once again?  There's too much ME in me!  Like the man who was transparent about his heart...there's been  times, "I've felt something in my heart I'd never felt before, and I didn't like it!"  The words to that song will haunt me the rest of my life..."Don't let me fail in sight of the gate and become just a castaway."  #thinkinoutloud 

If you feel this post is too heavy, too negative, too convicting...I'm not sorry. It's time we, who claim to be Apostolic, fall at the foot of the cross and crucify our flesh!  I can hear our elders, through tears, admonishing  us to "PREPARE FOR HIS COMING!  HE'S COMING SOON!"

SPECIAL

I've tried to put my finger on it.  The feeling that there's so much we can do, buy, make, that it seems nothing is quite as special as it was when it wasn't so accessible.  Does that make sense?  Example:  A lady carrying an "expensive name brand" purse.  Several years ago, that "purse" was really special, because it wasn't unattainable for most of us. Now, you can buy some of these in outlets that sell them cheaper, at re-sale shops, or, you can buy a "knock-off" and make it "look like" you have the real thing. 

I don't know...sometimes I'd love to go back to...SPECIAL...where things weren't so accessible and you had to really work, save and reach for the goal.  That's when things become SPECIAL. 

Such are things in the Christian world. I love the SIMPLE, SACRED, SPECIAL things God gives to "those who DILIGENTLY seek Him. Don't give me a "knock-off salvation."  Give me a "power packed experience" with God!  Give me doctrine (truth) that will change my life!  Give me guidelines and lifestyle changes that helps me walk according to God's Word. Don't give me watered down religion. Give me the old-time experience!  That's really...SPECIAL! 

Just A Touch

The memory...sitting in a church service...Daddy steps to the pulpit...mother on the piano or organ...they start singing...

Just another touch Lord from you,

To help in the trials I go through.

Though dark may be the night,

It brings a ray of light, 

When I get a touch, Lord, from you.

...the sweet, soothing presence of God covers the congregation...tears flow as we once again realize we cannot make it without His touch. 

Tonight, I sat down at my piano and started singing this beautiful old chorus. I felt His presence come and rest on my spirit. What a beautiful experience when I get..."just another touch" from my sweet Lord. 

Singing from An Old Songbook

I've been sitting at the piano going through an old songbook we sang out of when I was a child. Oh the memories that flood my mind.  As I played and sang I started thinking...Anyone that's having a rough day, and this life has them down, needs to read the words to the songs in an old songbook. They'll remember "that blessed hope" and how wonderful it will be when we get on the other side!  They'll remember that even though this life has its problems..."It will be worth it all when we see Jesus!"  What a grand homecoming we're going to have!  Im just...thinking out loud and dreaming about my future home.  

It's Time to Grow

Saints of God...your frustrations in life, your fear of the future, and your walk with God will improve 100% IF you:

  

1. REALLY "take it to the Lord" in prayer.  Time spent on your knees in submission to God is a whole lot different than breathing a prayer of frustration.  

2.  Read, study and APPLY the Word of God. 

3. Be faithful in your commitments to God.  

4. Be faithful to your local assembly (in ALL things). 

5. Apply the taught and preached Word your Pastor delivers from the heart of God.  

Weak Christians do not live an overcoming life!  They think they can get all the strength they need from "talking" to the Pastor/Pastor's wife/another saint.  If you want to be an "overcomer" GROW IN THE LORD!  Don't be a spiritual child running to the Pastor or anyone else with every little adversity that comes your way.  Learn to deal with your own spirit, attitude and life through your access to the throne of God and His Word!

ALERT:  Pastors are having their strength drained from them by anemic saints who think all they need to do is attend church. I thank God that, for the most part, we pastored saints who knew how to survive in this present world. They did the things I mentioned above and lived an overcoming life. 

And the last thing I feel to say...

6.  Support your Pastor and his family. Love them!  Take care of them.  Be loyal!  

(This photo is Sis. Connie Bernard's Bible at Camp Meeting this year. I loved it!  She marked scriptures as her husband was teaching.  I asked her how long she's had it. Her answer:  35 years!  What a treasure!) 

Look to the Sky

"This world, this world is not my home.  This world, this world is not my home.  This world is not my resting place.  This world, this world is not my home."

It's so easy to get caught up in this life and forget we do not belong here.  As Christians, we are only passing through.  Don't forget...we're just pilgrims.

I'll never get accustomed to the worlds thinking.  I don't have my head in the sand, and neither do I live in a fairy tale world.  However, the longer I live the more I feel I do not belong here.  Signs of the times are everywhere.  The world is not going to get better. Jesus never promised it would, but He did promise He would give us the power and strength to make it through this life with victory.  I'm so thankful for His promises.

As each new day dawns I find myself "looking for my blessed hope."  Many times I walk outside and look to the skies.  You may ask...What do you see?  Blue skies, clouds, the sun, birds, maybe an airplane or two.  A better question is...What are you looking for?  I'm looking for Jesus to come back! Since a child I have been told He's coming and I still believe it today.  I'm living my life, not for this life only, but for the life to come.

An old song I've heard and even sung through the years comes to mind:  "I'm longing for Jesus to come back.  I long for Jesus Christ my King.  To come and take me to my home beyond the sky.  Up there where angels shout and sing."

Saint of God...LOOK UP!  We have a "blessed hope!"  One day, we WILL behold Him...in all of His glory!

Keep Walking

I hear it ringing in my ears...joyful praise. I see down through the years...saints of God rejoicing, because of our HOPE!  I am reminded...I am blessed because of my spiritual inheritance. So, I sing...

The burdens of life may be many,

The frowns of the world may be cold;  

To me it will matter but little,

When I walk up the streets of gold.

When I walk up the streets of gold, When I walk up the streets of gold;

How my heart will rejoice in that morning,

When I walk up the streets of gold.

With joy I shall enter that city,

The face of my Savior behold;

And I shall be changed and be like Him,

When I walk up the streets of gold.

What wonderful visions of beauty,

What glorious scenes shall unfold;

And what dazzling splendors surround me,

When I walk up the streets of gold.

For ages and ages I'll praise Him,

And never grow weary or old;

Love-crowned I'll abide in His presence,

When I walk up the streets of gold.

"And let us not lose heart and grow weary and faint in acting nobly and doing right, for in due time and at the appointed season we shall reap, if we do not loosen and relax our courage and faint." (Galatians 6:9 AMP)

This Great Truth

I wish my brain didn't start working when my body is ready to rest, but what else is new?  I think I was born to stay awake at night.  Since I'm wide awake I'll share where my brain took me when I put my head on the pillow. HA!  

I was raised in a strong revival church. My Dad preached the Word of God without fear or favor. He preached the principles of the Word and expected me to "line up" to them. He preached that Heaven is worth every trial and every test, and whatever I had to do, to get there...DO IT!  He preached that Hell is real and it wasn't prepared for me, and whatever I had to do, to stay out of Hell...DO IT!  He preached with strong conviction and anointing, and when he gave an altar call I wanted to make sure my heart was right!  I can honestly say, I never got bitter over the life I was expected to live. I'm thankful for how I was taught and that I fell in love with Jesus. I'm thankful for a Dad and many other preachers that preached a strong message of "holiness unto the Lord."  

Now, if you've read this far...you're probably wide awake like me. I hope you will eventually get sleepy and go to sleep. Most of all, I hope what I have shared from my "wide awake brain" will put a praise of thankfulness in your heart for this great Truth!  I'm just THANKFUL...that's all!   #thinkinoutloud

Simplicity

Simplicity...I like that word. I remember when life was "simple." There was very little "grey" in the world. Society had guidelines that most agreed on, and the principles of a good life were valued.  My mind goes back to when men took care of things that men take care of, like...their wife and family by working hard to "bring home the bacon."  They did business with a handshake and good name. The women loved homemaking...sewing, cooking, and keeping their home sparkling clean. They taught their children respect for others, to look after the elders, to love Dad, and do whatever they could to make him happy because "he works hard to take care of the family."  The men didn't try to do the women's jobs, and the women didn't get involved with the men's jobs. The women were respected and the men revered by the women. It was the "simple life." Adults enjoyed evenings on the front porch drinking sweet tea and watching the children play Hop-Scotch, Jump rope, and Hide 'n Seek.  Laughter rang out as families enjoyed each other, and neighbors waved their greetings from their front porch.  Awww...it's refreshing going back in time when lines were drawn and no one tried to erase them. Today...in our society, things are grey and so mixed together that many do not understand the role they are to fulfill. Children wander aimlessly trying to find their direction. Adults act like children, and don't seem to care that their kids don't have a clue about what's "right" and what's "wrong."  Yes, I use to dislike hearing people say, "Ohhhh for the good ole days." Now, I understand it was just their heart yearning for the "Simplicity of Life."

Worldly Discontentment

"And the mixed multitude among them [the rabble who followed Israel from Egypt] began to lust greatly [for familiar and dainty food], and the Israelites wept again and said, Who will give us meat to eat?" (Numbers 11:4 AMP)   

I wonder if those who followed the Israelites out of Egypt did so because of the mighty miracles God had performed in their midst. Did they just go "along for the ride," because they knew God was with His people and they wanted to watch the show?  However, when it came down to "unfamiliar heavenly food" provided by God they were not satisfied, so in the midst of another miracle they grumbled and complained that they didn't have what was "familiar" in Egypt. As the children of God listened to the complaining of those who were going along for the ride, THEY became discontented with God's provisions.  

Friends...There are people who hitch their wagon to The Church, yet never become part of The Church.  They hold onto "what they left behind."  We must never be influenced by those who will not sell out to God.  Do not let  "worldly discontentment" change your mind on your journey to the Promise Land! #thinkinoutloud

Special Messenger

I love the special reminders God sends. Today, my husband came home from the office, and when he opened the door he motioned for me to come outside.  When I joined him he told me to look up.  Circling over our neighborhood, just above our home was a bald eagle!  He was beautiful as he soared above our heads. We stood there for a few minutes enjoying the moment, then he turned and flew away in a straight line and we watched him disappear into the blue sky.  It was as if he had given his message and had another destination in mind. I turned and walked into the house and instantly started quoting the scripture..."But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." (Isaiah 40:31 KJV) Thank you, Lord for your ever present care for us.

Everyday Lessons

Her head would be dangling off my lap if I wasn't holding it in my hand. "Mimi won't drop me. I think I'll get some zzzz's."  No stress!  No fear!  Totally relaxed!  Lessons in everyday life can be heartwarming. Look around you and learn. #thinkinoutloud 

We Are Family

The "family of God" is so amazing!  

Benefits of family:

Love

Acceptance

Needs met

Traditions

Memories 

Conversation

Discipline

Protection 

Understanding 

And...so many more. 

"I'm so glad I'm a part of the family of God!"  

Stay with the family!  Don't throw them away, because you think you can make it on your own. Family...will love you, encourage you and take care of you when no one else will. Family... knows your past, is in your present and will be by your side into your future. Nothing can take away their love for you. Family...understands your weakness and enjoys watching you soar in your strengths. Family...weeps with you, and rejoices with you! 

GOD'S FAMILY...there's no one greater!  #thinkinoutloud 

True Love

She replied, “That’s true, Lord, but even dogs are allowed to eat the scraps that fall beneath their masters’ table.” (Matthew 15:27 NLT)  

When our little Pixie Belle begs for food, I think of this scripture and can't help but think of the love God shows toward us.  When we're hungry...He feeds us. When we are thirsty...He gives us a drink.  When we're cold...He clothes us. When we are weak...He's our strength.  I cannot comprehend His love toward me. 

 

I have realized much since our little Pixie Belle came into our lives. Many times I'll say, "Pixie, I wish you could understand how much I love you."  She looks at me with those beautiful black eyes and at first I think she understands my words. Then, she looks away and once again I realize she cannot understand. I reach down, take her in my arms, knowing her lack of understanding,  and I love her...anyway. 

I'm only human.  I do not understand God's love. However, when He wraps me in His arms, I feel safe, secure, and I get a glimpse of True love.  

Still In Love

We were recently at Tupelo Children's Mansion for the Board of Directors meetings. We so enjoyed being there!  This picture was taken at one of the meals. So, if you've forgotten what we look like...here we are. 

Snippets from Facebook Posts

Greetings!  I've had a few people tell me they still check my blog to see if I am writing anything.  If you're one of those loyal readers let me apologize for not keeping Echoes from the Elms updated.  Here are a few thoughts I have recently put on Facebook.  They are individual posts.  If you read this post, please comment if you can and let me know.  I trust my friends are doing well.  Hopefully, we can connect again. 

1.  I'd love to write just "sweet and fluffy" things on Facebook, but I find no real substance in "cotton candy thoughts." I do know that through every trial, and every test...God is there! That's a fact that will add strength to your bones. #thinkinoutloud

2.  There are times one MUST take a stand for righteousness. It doesn't matter who thinks you're crazy for doing so. If it's something you know is right...STAND! Don't give in to those who want to play in the "shallow waters of worldly indulgence." #thinkinoutloud

3.  I love new converts! The look of recognition that comes into their eyes is priceless. There quiet approach to the throne is beautiful. Their exuberance once they understand what's happening is exciting. Nothing is more beautiful! #thinkinoutloud 

4.  When Jesus is in the room...pay attention to what's happening. He's got a reason to be there. Some people are so nonchalant when He shows up it frightens me. To stand in His presence and not give praise to our Redeemer? Oh my! #thinkingoutloud

5.  Moses threw the "Tablets of Stone" and broke them because he was angry at the people for turning to an idol they had built. Don't judge him too harshly. I wonder how many times we allow anger to cause us to break the Word of God in our lives? #thinkinoutloud 

6.  Reading the Old Testament ceremonial laws. I wrote in my Bible..."Just think...all we have to do is PRAY!" We can come before God, worship Him, and give Him our petitions...anytime, anywhere! I love being in His presence! #thinkinoutloud

7.  What a great Valentine's Day! We attended the last service of TXD Singles Conference and it was absolutely awesome! The worship was great, and the ministry of Bro. Tes Stewart...outstanding! Afterwards, we went to El Chico to support the Single's Ministry and enjoyed fellowship with Bro. Gary Carter and Bro. Stewart. Sis. Cheryl Carter was at another table close by entertaining missionaries and speakers. The reason...the Single's packed El Chico out and the big tables were taken. TXD Single's ministry will get 10% of the food sold while we were all there. After we got home, we changed clothes and took our motor home back to storage where it will stay until our next trip. Then, we went to Dairy Queen and got a Blizzard. You may say, "That's not a romantic Valentine's Day." You're right! But it has been a very fulfilling day as we rubbed shoulders with great people and felt the touch of Almighty God. I am truly blessed, and I feel honored to serve beside my husband with whom I have spent more "special days" doing ministry than I can count. I am LOVED by a great man, and I'm proud to walk by his side. #thinkinoutloud

My Furry Friend

Since I've been sick this week my Pixie Belle has stayed right by my side. I sure do love her!   She's added a lot of happiness to my heart. 

Pixie Belle's Grooming Day...continued

Dear Alayna, Ashlyn, Ansley, Savanna, Scarlet, and Shayla, 

I decided to start off with the "A's" this time. Mimi told me I needed to be fair, especially when it comes to the granddaughters. 

I'm writing to let you know how my day went. As you know, today was my "grooming day" and when I wrote about it before I didn't have a clue as to what "grooming" meant. Well, now I do!  Oh me!  

First, let me tell you about what I heard when Mimi and papa picked me up from the groomers. He told her I whimpered for THREE MILES when we left her this morning. I don't think he really understood how I felt, but after he told her how I acted, Mimi explained that I had never been in a car without her, and I was probably crying because I missed her.  I THINK he understood. I want you to know that your Papa is a neat guy!  I really do love him. You girls are VERY lucky to have a Papa like him. He's always so kind when he talks to me. Let me get back to my story...(I get SO distracted!) 

I got to "the groomer" and had the SHOCK of my life!  I didn't know all the things they were going to do to me until I heard the man telling Papa.  It made me nervous!  The man who spoke to Papa was nice to HIM, so I knew I'd be okay.  I looked around and saw other dogs getting groomed, but none of them were as CUTE as me. I won the groomers heart!  Shhhhh...don't tell anybody that I'm bragging.  I might get in trouble. I still didn't know what to expect, but I can tell you now that it wasn't too bad. I tried to be on my best behavior, and was so happy to hear them tell Mimi that I did "just fine"!  Whew!  I didn't want to disappoint her.  When the groomer finished, they told me it would be just a little while and Mimi would pick me up. I waited, but I wasn't very patient. Then, I heard the door open... 

You should have heard Mimi when she saw me!  Oh. My. Word!  I've never heard anyone sound like her. I'm sure you have, because you've been around longer...SHE WAS SO EXCITED AND HAPPY!  She went on...and on... and on!  I wanted to jump up and give her a big kiss, because she loved my "groom"!  She said, "AWWW...look at you!  Your look SO cute!  I love your little face!  I knew your face would be silver...and...look at your PAWS!!  AWWW....you're just a little doll!"  I almost got embarrassed at the way she was carrying on, but I thought how lucky I was to be her little friend and wiggled in her arms. I was so happy!  When we got in the car Papa just chuckled and picked me up. He said all kind of nice things to me like, "Pixie Belle, look at you!  How's my pretty, wittle puppy doing, huh?"  I just wagged my tail, and wiggled with excitement!  I didn't tell him he was talking "baby talk"!  I really did  liked it!  

Papa took me and Mimi home, and when we walked in the door I was STARVING!  Mimi put my food in the bowl and I ate it ALL!  I looked around and noticed Mimi was standing there watching me eat.  I decided to sniff my bowl and let her know I was wanting just a tad bit more. She got the message and gave me more to eat.  I got really full and it felt so good!  Next time, I think I'll try to eat before I go to the groomers. 

We stayed home for awhile, then Mimi said she was going to take me to Papa's office so I could meet some people. Since it's cold and rainy, she bundled me up in my snuggle blanket and off we went.  It wasn't far and I was sure glad, because I've been in the car so much lately!  We got to the office, and the first person I saw was Papa. I think he knew we were coming. Then, I turned and saw a real cute young lady.  She was smitten the moment she saw me. In fact, she reached out and took me from Mimi.  She made me feel so special!  I couldn't look at her for a little bit, but then I decided if we're going to be friends I need to be friendly.  I'm glad I was, because I think Xiana is one of the people I will stay with when Papa and Mimi cannot take me with them. 

Then...I heard someone coming, and a TALL man walked in!  I wondered who he was, then found out he was a very important man. He made me a little nervous, because I knew I was suppose to act right.  I found out that he was the Texas District Superintendent of the U.P.C.I....whatever all that means...I never have got into "official titles".  Mimi told me I could call him Bro. Prince.  That's much easier!  I still couldn't look at him, but Mimi still HAD to take my picture. 

I was enjoying being where Papa works!  It's a real busy place.  

Another nice lady came in to see what all the commotion was about. When she heard everyone talking, she thought one of you girls were here, and when she saw ME she couldn't believe it!  She just started laughing. I found out her name was, Sis. Carla.  She works at the office all the time, like Xiana.  (Oh, I almost forgot to tell you...you pronounce Xiana like "see-on-a"). Now, you'll be able to say it when you see it. I'll never understand why her parents spelled her name with an "X"!  Anyway, Mimi had to take another picture.  I just had to shake my head!  She's so funny when it comes to pictures. I can't believe she wanted a picture of me and the office staff. I was told we were missing one person today. I'll guess I'll meet her later. I think they said her name is Sis. Jeannie. Anyway, here's the picture. 

I couldn't believe what happened next!  Another man came to the door and when Bro. Prince saw him, he said,"Hello!  You must be a missionary."  I was surprised that he knew the man was a missionary. I found out he figured it out when he saw the trailer behind a truck.  I'm learning a lot today!  I didn't know I could learn so much at three months old. Anyway, a lot of missionary's come through and stay at the camp ground when they're in the Texas District.  Then it happened...the missionary saw ME...and he loved me!  Then he asked if Mimi would take me to meet his wife. There's more to the story, but I'm getting tired, so let me just introduce you to Missionary Parker from Malta.  

My next place to stop was in Papa's office. WOW!  He must be a very busy man. At least it looks that way to me. I saw machines I'd never seen before, and it seemed there were a lot of places to play, but I found out real fast that the office is no place to play! I needed to be on my best behavior! I could tell Papa really liked the way I looked, because I could see it in his smile. I asked Mimi to take another picture of me with Papa, since I looked so different from just this morning. AWWW....I really like how this one turned out. You can actually see my eyes and my tiny features. 

I knew I was going to have to leave in a few minutes, because Sis. Carla brought some papers in for Papa to sign.  He really needed to get back to work, but I HAD to check out what he was doing. 

Of course, I didn't understand, I just acted like I did. (hee-hee). I don't think I fooled him though. 

Mimi finally said, "Pixie Belle, it's time to go home.  Let's go!"  I turned around and started walking toward her before I realized she had the camera up taking my picture AGAIN!  I paused and posed, then I saw I was standing on Papa's desk!  

I got a little nervous thinking about how far it was to the floor, so I let Mimi wrap me in my snuggle blanket and we headed home. 

I hope you girls had a good day, and have enjoyed my stories. I'm really anxious to see you at Thanksgiving. I will give you ALL big kisses and let you hug me. 

Your tiny friend...Pixie Belle 

P.S. If you STILL can't figure out how to say Xiana, it rhymes with Miata. Well...except for the "M" and the "T".  Come on...you have to give me an "A" for trying. ;-) 

P.S.S. When Mimi read what I wrote, she laughed and said to me, "If anybody reads this all the way through they must be really bored!"  I just shook my head and smiled.