Living Life Beautifully

On occasion, it seems God wakes me up in the middle of the night to have a little conversation. Probably because it's the only time of the day that I'm quiet and still enough to listen. Usually it's at about 3 in the morning. Well, it's 3:20 and I'm wide awake. It's funny how things fit together when he's trying to tell me something. I can have an eye opening thought and that is usually followed by several other things I come in contact with to verify it's not just a coincidence. Yesterday I went to get groceries and afterwards I typed out a text to a Friend saying, "I hate getting groceries". As I looked at it I deleted some of it and typed out, "I hate having to bring home and put away groceries by myself". Even that felt kinda odd, but I sent it. About an hour later, as I was waiting in line to pick up Alex from school, I read a chapter in a book I was reading from Joyce Meyer, were she said she had prayed for God to give her...

When I was 5 years old, I used to crawl through the hedge around our back yard and run across the street to visit the neighbor lady. I did it so often that I created a hole in the hedge. I remember after a while there was a metal something or another trying to block my way through. Ha! Like that was going to keep me from getting through that hedge. I had lost my cousin and best friend, just before, to a heart condition that the doctors were unable to correct. Something that is very repairable now. I headed over to Ms Betty's house almost every day I'm sure. When I think about it I can only imagine how frustrating that must have been to have a 5 year old walking into your house almost every day. I remember I used to play with these little animals made of glass or plastic that you could hang on the side of a glass and it looked like they were climbing up. So funny what you remember. Ms Betty taught me how to crochet when I was 7. As you can see by my age, my mother was u...