tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55168527768774987362024-03-13T11:48:11.593-04:00Pieces Of My HeartGingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01622756967852913010noreply@blogger.comBlogger657125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516852776877498736.post-27440668554883088302013-10-24T06:54:00.000-04:002013-10-24T06:54:15.342-04:00I'm just "bugged" out!There is only one time in my life that I remember sitting in the school office while one of the ladies combed through my hair looking for "nits" I remember I was so creeped out. This poor girl who I found out years later I was wrong about was in my "dislike" thoughts at the time. She had long curly, snarly hair and I was convinced she was the one who brought "bugs" into our school. <br />
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With my long honey blond hair I'm sure the school security was hoping for my mother's sake that I didn't have any creepy lice on my head and thankfully I didn't.<br />
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I never, ever, ever had to deal with lice in my hair. NEVER! Does everyone see that word???? N.E.V.E.R <br />
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I always got into and itching fit when I would watch the episode of Arthur when Lakewood Elementary had an epidemic of lice swarming through their hallways. <br />
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Just a few months ago I watched that episode with my brother Jeremy. I started itching my head just thinking what a horrible ordeal that would be as I watched Mr.Ratburn say "I knew I should have listened to my mother and became an accountant." As they pulled a nit out of his hair.<br />
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Does anyone know where I'm going with this??<br />
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Anyone feel a need to ask why I'm on my bed at 6:42 in the morning blogging the first time in months instead of getting ready for school?? I should be running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Looking for my shoes, tripping over my skirt, throwing my lunch in my lunch box....but I'm not hmmmm....... <br />
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If I was Miss Frizzle we would all be jumping in the bus and flying into my hair. Why may I say that? </div>
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Because my fear has come true. It kept me up most of the night. The dreaded treatment and fine tooth comb will be my life today. <br />
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No school for me as soon as I heard students in my classroom had it I knew it would only be a matter of time. <br />
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I'm horrified after 26 years I get it while teaching!! <br />
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Are you itching yet? <br />
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How about now?? <br />
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Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01622756967852913010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516852776877498736.post-43543575825717063042013-08-23T17:29:00.001-04:002013-08-23T17:30:27.559-04:00Jeremy is now 4!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few weeks ago my sweetie turned four! <br />
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Has it truly been four years since my love came into the world?<br />
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Four years since my baby brother first looked at me?<br />
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Four years.<br />
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He mealts my heart every moment of every day. I am so thankful the Lord gave us this cutie four years ago. :)<br />
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When things don't go my way when things take a different path then the path I would choose I would like to cry but instead I feel like writing. </div>
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A nice FRESH white page has me inspired to write even if it's nothing big nothing at all just to see words that are forming in my mind on my blog makes me feel complete. ;)</div>
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I wish I was only joshing but the sad reality is I'm not. <br />
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Being a teacher can be full of wonders and joy other times it's small nuggets of reality. "Ginger get airborne!" When will I ever listen to the people who try to help? <br />
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Being around small people = being around small germs. <br />
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So, today was the first day out since being ill I went to the bank in the morning I then went to story hour with my mommy sweet, my adorable cute Carole who's a mommy herself to cutie pie Alana and of course handsome Jeremy.<br />
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The close knit group was adorable surrounded by a round table with goodies galore and an older women with braids down her back reading a Dr.Seuss book while we nibbled on brownies. Alana cooed and awed while she drooled on my top. <br />
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The sun shone in through the windows and the warmth on my face felt like a kiss from the sun. <br />
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Vacations don't go always as planned but I'm home a week with out chalk boards and papers and I'm a happy girl.<br />
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It's been a while so I thought you may need a picture of me to refresh your memory! Here I am Ginger the blogger you never see. <br />
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The last time I blogged on here my cell phone which was right next to me was being filled with missed calls. After I pushed published I looked at my phone and little did I know those miss calls would be etched in my heart forever.<br />
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Carole was calling me to inform me that our father may have had a stroke. After many tests we found out he indeed did have a stroke from the heart.<br />
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Our dad has had many health issues in the last couple of years and let me tell ya it has scared this girl something fierce. <br />
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Yet, it has also brought me closer to my Lord. <br />
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Well, I'm getting tired so my long post is not that long after all. But beware I have one swarming in mind so at some point I will jot it all down! :)<br />
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Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01622756967852913010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516852776877498736.post-88599811911264007882013-02-04T15:22:00.002-05:002013-02-04T15:22:54.891-05:00The Wind.Blogging was my wind at one point. You hear the wind blow at times....not raging just blowing...you tend to stop put your face towards the sun and let the cold wind blow through your face. Refreshing. <br />
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I have forgotten that blogging can give me that same refreshing feeling. It has been months. Yet it's not canceled. It hasn't gone to a blogaway dumpster. Instead it just sits.<br />
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Waiting.<br />
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Wondering.<br />
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Hoping.<br />
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The author who had started this blog years ago would pick up her fingers and start to type.<br />
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"Here I am! My little blog. Here I am again"<br />
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It has been a while and I wonder if anyone will even see this post. I some times long for the days without Facebook, twitter, texting...when all of us "writers" clicked "publish" instead of "send" when we all would be having conversation or debates...;) right in our comment boxes. I long for the day when something funny happened I didn't throw open my phone and jot it down in a status box but I went home on the old family computer and wrote it down. Giggling with my mom who would help me edit my posts.<br />
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I sometimes long for the simple days. <br />
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Although, I don't hate Facebook...twitter....etc I would probably would be lost without it. Although I do miss this nook. I miss being a faithful blogger.<br />
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That is it all for now. Just a random "Hello" So "Hello" out there! ;)<br />
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I have so much missed this blog. Yet, I have trouble posting. Time and life get in my my way. Yet, I still smile when I think of this sweet blog.<br />
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I decided I would post about my sweet brother. Isn't he getting big? <br />
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Mr.Jeremy is now 3 years old. He is my love bug. He enjoys everything including cuddling with me when I get home from school. ;)<br />
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He is such a big Uncle to Carole's little lady Alana. He is also becoming quite the little artist. <br />
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He loves Mickey Mouse, Peter Pan and of course my fave Arthur! <br />
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He calls my kindle and my phone..."Gingy and Jeremy's kindle." "Gingy and Jeremy's phone." Love it!<br />
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Oh you couldn't even begin to guess how nice it felt to blog!<br />
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Hope all of you will have an amazing Thanksgiving!!<br />
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Oh, how I love this little nook.<br />
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It's been ages.<br />
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I can't promise I will have more posts up right now.<br />
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However, I would like to know if anyone still visits. <br />
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If, you do please comment.<br />
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How is your Monday going?<br />
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Within these couple of years I have found that life in no picnic. I have always known that but when little bits of real life problems start arising in your own life it makes it all the more real.<br />
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Getting ready to head to the hospital this morning was okay but I was uneasy I was annoyed with the little things my eye liner getting on my face when I sneezed or the way heat was getting to my stomach.<br />
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I went down stairs after getting ready smelling the eggs my mom made me on the table. My dad was washing the dishes his Bible on the table looking like every other morning I can remember but today at this ridiculous hour in the morning was not a normal morning.<br />
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This particular morning was the morning my dad was having surgery.<br />
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Some people may think we are nuts but we are a close knit family and we want to support our daddy in every way. And if that means getting up at 4:30 to go to the hospital with him thats what we are going to do.<br />
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But as I was stressing and fretting in my heart over dad's surgery I knew that God was handling it. He always does. He also reminded me that it could be worse. We have Jeremy with us and we have found a spot in the hospital that is made just for kids but it's also on the center of kids with cancer. And it's been heartbreaking seeing parents coming in this corner asking for cards for food, or fuel and naming their child's illness. My heart is breaking in heart.<br />
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Yes...my daddy has cancer and yes it truly makes my life shutter with fear but he is having surgery on it and it's looking real good.<br />
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And these families...who knows what hope they have? <br />
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I hope beyond hope they have the Lord. <br />
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I am so thankful we do. <br />
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His dark chocolate eyes looks straight into my heart as he babbles away in my ear. <br />
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We have a fun time together and the days I am not tutoring you will find me giving all my attention to Jeremy. <br />
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Lately we have been Disney Sing a longs or like Jeremy says "Thing alongs." He loves all the cute Disney music but lately he has been intrigued with Peter Pans "Following the Leader." <br />
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I have had that song stuck in my head for days. We follow each other on the trampoline marching to the song as we sing.<br />
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This morning I was convinced the birds were singing the song outside my window. :)<br />
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As silly as the song is though it has some truth in it.<br />
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When I'm with Jeremy I am the leader and he follows what I do.<br />
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It's a big responsibility. <br />
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If you don't follow me on Facebook you may have just thought I drop off the face of this earth! It has been a busy few months for me and these summer months are already making my head spin from the activities crowding my calendar.<br />
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School has officially ended for the year. Last week was our four of July firework of activities! Cleaning classrooms, to end of the year field trips, to end of the field days. Of course I dressed all snazzy for the senior banquet and then sneak in late for the high school graduation.<br />
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The week before our flurry of end of the year dates marked my seconded kindergarten graduation planned and presented by me! Of course I have to say it was one I never will never forget one of my students had complete stage fright and stood on stage saying nothing the whole time!<br />
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Monday started my summer and how did I start you may ask? By tutoring. :) Yes this year me and a great friend of mine will be tutoring a few days a week. It's fun keeps my mind working and fresh in the school realm of things. <br />
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Last Friday we were dismissed early after end of the year awards so I went home and pleasurable picnic with my dear almost three year old brother. It was so relaxing and fun. I could of stayed on that blanket munching on chips with him all day if I could.<br />
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Of course summer wouldn't be summer without me getting a delightful summer cold I sound like Kerrmit the Frog with bronchitis. My pore throat!<br />
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In the last few days I have been thinking of dear saints that I have known forever that are going through hard times I just wanted to bring that up so maybe you could remember these people in prayer. <br />
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Also, I am going to reveal something on my blog today that many of you faithful bloggers have been praying for without knowing what my unspoken request is. Today I am going to tell you.<br />
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About a year ago my dad had been diagnosed with prostate cancer. He will be getting surgery soon. I will update you more when new information comes but please keep him and our family in your prayers.<br />
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Well, it's about time I close this post and get some work done. Please keep looking on here for new posts I am truly going to try to keep up to date on here this summer. <br />
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Love you all, <br />
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What do you think girl or boy?<br />
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<em>One...two...three...</em><br />
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As I counted the last number my heart would start beating hard as my feet started to move and my arms started to swing as Carole and I raced to the seesaw.<br />
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We both jumped on either side as our blond hair blew in the air we had no care or worries we were just two sisters on the seesaw.<br />
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Of course the seesaw seems different now because this seesaw doesn't make my hair blow in the wind it just makes my head spin. ;)<br />
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This seesaw is called the seesaw of life. <br />
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<em>Have you been on it?</em><br />
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My constant thought today was I really need an ice coffee. <br />
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*Smile*<br />
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However, even though my day was rocky there was moments where I could smile. <br />
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Like going on break and finding my sweet sister Carole online so I could share my heart with her. Some fun games of words with friends and most of all the sweet reminder that God is with me. <br />
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I love it when your day is giving you a stomach ache and a verse is a laid on your heart.<br />
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I'm so thankful that God can put his mighty hand on the seesaw and make it stop.<br />
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As usual I just needed to write and now I am feeling better.<br />
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<br />Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01622756967852913010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516852776877498736.post-4359046116522785352012-04-23T16:04:00.000-04:002012-04-23T16:04:03.680-04:00RefreshI just got back from my spring break. And let me tell ya it was so refreshing. I think I needed a break, and to be honest I didn't want it to end. I was having such a great time with my Mimi. However, it was wonderful to see my "little" people again they are good for my heart. :) <br />
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It is always nice though to have a few days off to recap, refresh and get re started for the rest of the school year.<br />
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I think we all need that once in a while.<br />
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Tell me what have you been doing this spring?<br />
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<br />Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01622756967852913010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516852776877498736.post-83609868461705538542012-04-19T18:12:00.000-04:002012-04-19T18:12:49.780-04:00Okay...I did it!! I started a facebook page for this blog I hope this will work the way I want it to kind of a way to get me back in the bloggy world. So if you have a facebook "like" <a href="http://www.facebook.com/inthelifeofmissp">my page</a> I will update the page and inform you when I have stopped by here! Thank you all for being so faithful to my bloggy!! ;)<br />
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My posts are so few and far between these days but I can't help but post. I was talking to my mom tonight about it. She was teasing me at how little I post. I laughed and said but I can't close it.<br />
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I just can't. Writing has always been my "get a way" I love to write and I truly love to blog. <br />
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I look around at the fellow bloggers that were blogging when I started and most of them have stopped blogging and instead have a facebook page they have their faithful blog readers follow. <br />
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I just wonder how many of you would follow it if I did that? I would still keep this blog going and give you the heads up on that page when I write something over here, Just something I have been mulling over for a while and thought I would ask my faithful bloggy readers on my fifth blogging anniversary. :)<br />
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Even though I am not having a big fancy giveaway this year I wanted to direct you to one dear friend of mine who is having a big fancy give away and I know she would love if you entered so go on over to <a href="http://auntmorgan.wordpress.com/">Morgan's</a> site and say "hi"<br />
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I just wanted to thank all my faithful readers for always checking on Pieces Of My Heart!! :)Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01622756967852913010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516852776877498736.post-71667388015279032332012-04-08T17:17:00.002-04:002012-04-08T17:17:16.070-04:00Happy Easter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yN9x3-d_iM/T4H7rBGyOsI/AAAAAAAACEg/WefCozTf0_k/s1600/DSC_0134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yN9x3-d_iM/T4H7rBGyOsI/AAAAAAAACEg/WefCozTf0_k/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cre8ivegrl/0dbd2f585e7ea90cc07431d6404a5dee.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /></a>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01622756967852913010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516852776877498736.post-72352798774723545962012-04-05T13:13:00.000-04:002012-04-05T13:13:01.762-04:00GraceThe Lord is great. He is so patient with me even when I act as horrible as a two year old throwing a tantrum sometimes, not outwardly but inwardly. As I pray or just sit and sulk I use the word "me" or "I" to often as I let the hot tears stream down my face. <br />
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I start feeling like I am not getting my way so something is not right. I then get slap with reality. Maybe it's something I hear on the radio, or read in an article or just looking at some of the families I know who are struggling. And then it dawns on me I am not being fair. I am being very unfair. I have so much the Lord has given me so much and yet I complain.<br />
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The Lord has blessed me beyond measure and I stomp my feet like a spoiled toddler. <br />
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I was thinking about that this morning as I looked at my sweet students in front of me I don't allow them to complain to me if they didn't get the flavor jelly bean they wanted however I complain to the Lord when something doesn't go my way.<br />
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I know it's good to examine yourself make sure you are doing all you can to do to be the best Christian you can be and so many times I have failed. <br />
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Even at that. The Lord once again says here you go.<br />
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...and in His hands is a heaping full of Grace...<br />
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Grace.<br />
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What a word. What a meaning.<br />
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Grace.<br />
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Makes my heart flutter.<br />
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How about you is the Lord handing you some grace today? Grab the grace and loose the pouty lip! :)<br />
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My dear sister Carole is having a baby!!!!<br />
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Yup....I'm thrilled.<br />
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It amazes me how fast time flies that seems so recent ago but indeed it was years ago. <br />
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My fingers still enjoy coming back to this corner. Hearing the familiar tip tap of the keys as I unlock that part of my heart were many beautiful words flow like a butterfly who just woke up in a cocoon. My wings start to flutter as that same old smile appears on my face.<br />
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<em>Do you still blog?</em><br />
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Even though the question was ask days ago it still goes through my mind. "Not often" was my next words. "When I can..." Years ago it was daily even twice a day three times a day. Now If I have written 8 posts in a month I'm thrilled. <br />
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Well, I won't make a list of promises I can't keep but I will say this I am going to try to make an effort of posting more. :)<br />
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So when the question arises "Do you still blog?" I can say "YES!!"<br />
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