Our Miracle...baby Ansley

NOTE:  This is a post I wrote on Ansley's third birthday in 2014.  Ansley is now 8 years old and in Bible Quizzing.  We are so proud of her for all the work she puts into memorizing her scriptures.  She is a JOY and we are blessed that God to call her GRANDdaughter!  Love you little sweetheart!  

I'll never forget the sound of our sons voice..."Mom, Mandy and I are at the hospital with Ansley.  She quit breathing on us, so we're here at the emergency room.  She's breathing now, and the doctor is here."  My heart stopped for a second, but then my husband and I went into full steam ahead.  Questions forming in our minds.  What happened?  Is she okay?  What made her quit breathing?  The fear of the unknown grabbed at our hearts. 

Our sweet baby, Ansley was a couple months old and we were all enjoying her little life.  Now, we waited in the ER with her trying to find some answers.  "God, what is wrong with our baby Ansley?  Why did she quit breathing when her mother laid her down to change her into her pajamas?  What is going to happen?  God, please hear our prayers!  We need YOU to intervene.  The doctors can't figure it out."

As we were thinking she was going to be okay, she once again started fighting for air.  Her little body arched and her eyes got huge!  None of us will ever forget it!  Andrew and Mandy, and the grandparents (both sets) were thrown into the "fear of the unknown," yet we all knew we had a God that could hear our prayers.

(ring-ring)  Hello Bro. Huntley, this is Darrell Orange.  I need you to pray for our granddaughter, Ansley.  He told the story of what was happening and then listened as Bro. Huntley said, "I'm on my way to the church right now to pray.  I will definitely be in prayer for God to heal Ansley."

More phone calls were made.  People of God started praying and we were cocooned in the arms of God as intercessory prayer was made.

The decision was made that Ansley would be transported by plane to the Children's Hospital in Dallas, TX.  We waited.  I walked the halls when I needed a to be with my Lord.  We all hated to see our children going through such trauma, but watched as our children handled the situation with wisdom and grace.

The paramedics and doctor arrived from Children's Hospital and our tiny baby was strapped to the gurney to be take by ambulance to the airport where the plane awaited.  I thought our hearts would break as they wheeled her away.  Mandy was allowed to go with her on the plane, and Andrew and Jeanetta, Mandy's mother would drive.  Texas District Camp Meeting had just started, and Andrew told us to stay here, and take care of what needed to be done, and if he needed us to come he would call.  I guess that's one of the hardest things I've ever done.  I've at times wondered why I didn't get in the car and go with them.  We went to Camp Meeting and once again, intercessory prayer was made!  The prayers of God's people are powerful!

The plane arrived with our precious granddaughter, and they went through their procedures.  Ansley was on machines checking vital signs at all times.  Nothing was wrong with her!  NOTHING!  They couldn't find anything that would have caused her breathing to stop.  PRAYER CHANGES THINGS!
When they said they couldn't find anything, we remembered what the doctor had said in ER..."I don't know what's wrong.  All I can say is, some parent's come in with a dead baby in arms, and some come in with one that's still living.  You happen to be some that walk in with a baby that's still alive."  From what he said we knew he thought Ansley was a case of "infant death syndrome".

(ring-ring)  "Hello, Bro. Orange, this is Bro. Huntley.  I just called to tell you that Ansley is okay, but she will not be completely healed until the adults...parents and grandparents believe she is okay.  You must accept her healing, and not fear for God has healed her."

Andrew and Mandy left the hospital with Ansley in arms, and a very thankful heart.  They and Jeanetta headed back to Camp Meeting.  The first night family members offered to stay awake and watch over the baby and make sure she was okay.  I'll never forget the words of my sweet daughter in love..."Mom, it's okay.  Bro. Huntley said, she's okay and we have to accept that and not fear.  I am fine.  Andrew is fine, and Ansley is fine!  Don't worry!"

I went to bed that night.  As I laid down, weary in body from all that had happened and activities of the week, FEAR gripped my mind.  "What if Andrew and Mandy are asleep and Ansley quits breathing?  Oh God, please take care of Ansley!"  Then I heard her words... "Mom, it's okay.  Bro. Huntley said, she's okay and we have to accept that and not fear.  I am fine.  Andrew is fine, and Ansley is fine!  Don't worry!"  My heart cried...."If the mother and father can lay down and go to sleep without worry...I can lay down and sleep and not worry!  Thank you Lord for your word of hope from the man of God."

We now celebrate the life God gave us in a little 3 year old.  Ansley brings so much joy to our lives!  God is GOOD and His Word is powerful!  Never doubt what God can do...for He does all things well, and will take care of you and your family.     

I'm Willing

We are a few days away from the New Year.  I start asking myself questions about the future, as I see the New Year approaching.  

This morning while listening to the Singing Rambo's, I heard a song that focused me back to "what it's all about."  

"Is there anything I can DO for you? Anything I can do?  For all the things you've done for me...Is there anything I can do? 

I'm willing to be used dear Lord, what're the price may be. So, if there's anything I can DO for you, just make it known to me. 

Is there anything I can BE for you...anything I can be? For all the things you've been to me, Is there anything I can be? 

Is there anywhere I can GO for you!  Anywhere I can go? Forsaking all to follow you, is there anywhere I can go?"

Of late, Wendell and I have had many conversations about the past, the present, and the future.  In April, he resigned his position as Texas District Secretary.  We had lived in Lufkin for eight years as he filled his time serving the brethren of Texas District.  We put our house on the market, and it sold rather quickly.  We stored our earthly belongings in the storage buildings we rented, packed our motorhome and decided to travel for however long the Lord wanted us to.  California was our destination. 

For six months we enjoyed being with family and friends in the beautiful state of California.  We enjoyed two Camp Meetings, and the cool weather along the coast.  Our hearts were filled with a lot of memories from being raised in the Western District in California.  Now, there are two districts, and we enjoyed both.  From San Diego to Eureka we preached, renewed friendships, and made new friends.  We were treated with much love and respect as we travelled the district. Memories were made and we look forward to returning someday, if the Lord wills.  

After returning to Texas, we preached a few places, then we were asked to come to Comanche, TX where Bro. Greg Hardin had pastored.  We were all saddened when the Lord took him home.  The saints at Comanche miss him very much, and after several weeks of seeking the will of God for the future, they were not ready to vote in another pastor, so they asked us to come help them through this time of healing.  

Roll back time...Thirty-six years ago we were voted in at Comanche, TX.  We had two little boys, each other, and were very tired and discouraged.  The small congregation that greeted us were loving and kind, and knew how to pray.  They were wanting revival and growth, so eventually we had new people getting the Holy Ghost and being baptized in Jesus Name.  It was an exciting time for the church and for us.  God knew we had to have something happen after suffering an onslaught of feeling like a failure.  (This is another story I will share with you someday). We stayed in Comanche for almost four years, and when we left, the church had grown and was doing great.  I was sad to leave such precious people, but God had another place He needed us.  Now, we are back for a time.  Maybe we can repay them for the love and care they gave to us when we were broken.  

Back to the present...Questions come with the dawning of 2017.

Lord...What do you have planned for our future?  What can we do to help further your Kingdom?

In discussing our future there are times I have stated MY wants.  Oh, I would love to have a quiet life and have my dream fulfilled to live in a house with a big porch.  I'd love for our kids and grandkids to come and stay, play, and enjoy time away from the hustle and bustle of life.  I'd love to have family dinners sitting around a big table, with a fire in the fireplace.  Then, take the rest of the evening sitting on the big porch watching the sunset, drinking sweet tea or Diet Coke, and enjoy each other's company.  Yes, I have MY wants, MY desires...but what does HE have planned?  

All of my life I've been taught that the will of God is the most important place to be.  I've been taught that it's not MY desires that's to be fulfilled, but HIS will.  I've been taught that I must sacrifice MY will for HIS.  Even though there are times my flesh kicks and screams as I take it to the altar of sacrifice, when I get up from my knees I'm able to say...Not my will, but Thine be done.  

I left off the last chorus of the song I shared with you above, because it says what my heart cries...

"I'm willing to be USED, dear Lord what're the price may be. So, if there's anywhere I can GO for you, just make it known to me."

As my husband reminds me from time to time, "Honey, I don't have the luxury of telling God no."  

As 2017 approaches, questions about the future arises.  I know what took place this year.  I know how much we enjoyed life.  Now, I must leave the comfort of the past, and reach to the future.  No one knows what lies ahead, but I trust Him to direct each step of the way.  Where He leads me I will follow, and I will be happy walking beside my husband as He follows the will of God.  

What Is Your Attitude?

What is your attitude?  We get so tired when kids whine and complain about EVERYTHING!  We get onto them after we figure out there's really nothing wrong, they're just in a "bad attitude."  

As an adult, some never learned to control their attitude.  Some seem to enjoy living in a childish role of a whining and complaining spirit.  I can still hear Mother's voice..."Linda Joyce...you need to get your attitude straight or I'm going to send you to your room!"  Yes, I've been told that a few times in my life!  

As an adult, I sometimes have to do an "attitude check" and straighten myself up, so I'm not "sent to my room!"  As a child, "my room" wasn't near as bad as the one I've found myself in as an adult.  "The room" of frustration, anger, bitterness, and being on edge with everybody and everything isn't near as peaceful as my childhood room.  The room of "negativity" never gets anything right.  THAT room will cause one to live a miserable life.  

Since we're talking about rooms that either help or destroy us, I've decided to go to "The Prayer Room."  I can take all my frustrations, aggravations, whining, and complaining attitude there.  When I go to the prayer room,  I find forgiveness for my rotten attitude, and peace fills my heart.  Spending time in this room will make everything better. "Create in me a clean heart, Oh God!  Renew in me a right spirit." #thinkinoutloud

Stop...Someone's Hurting!

The last few days I've had a memory come to me several times. We had just buried my mother. As we drove away from her final resting place, I felt like my heart would break. We drove a few minutes, then, I looked out the window to see cars driving by, and people passing as if nothing had happened that day. I was shocked for a second that the whole world didn't STOP and grieve with me. Then, I snapped out of my crazy thinking..."Of course, they're not going to stop their life to help me grieve for mother...they don't even know her!"  It showed me again that there are many hurting people all around me. There's no way to know who they are, or what they're hurting from, however, there IS something I can do to help them through their day.  I can slow down and be aware that someone I'm standing by, or walking by just might have a hurting heart.  I can acknowledge them...I can reach out and touch them with a kind word...I can smile...I can LOVE!  #thinkinoutloud

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.