Monday, August 19, 2013

Sticks and Stones

  • I'm sure most of us have heard the old saying, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." What I want to know is who the heck wrote that? Also, where can I find a suit of armor that bounces those words off your suit, and never makes it to your mind and heart- as said person who came up with this quote wears?!

  • Truth is words DO hurt. I saw this recently, and it made me ponder that very thought . How words can actually feel sometimes, and what impact they can have on someone. Children and adults.


  • And this picture. It may look extreme. But think about it. Think about the meanest thing anyone has ever said to you. The fact we can carry those words with us long after its said, is an example of powerful words can be. They leave a scar on the heart and mind that sometimes don't every go away.


  • How do you choose to use your words? Do you use them to love and encourage?

  • Because that is exactly what it is. It's a choice. You choose what you wear every day. You choose what you eat. You choose what music you listen to. You choose what you watch on T.V., you choose what you read, etc. What words do you choose? Negative words that break others down? Or do you choose positive words that build others up?
  • The most powerful words can be found here:

  • The Bible says, "Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer." Once we have said it, we can't take it back, so make sure that our words are pleasing to God. Because sticks and stones may break our bones and words may break our hearts. So use every action and every word to glorify Him.


Monday, August 12, 2013

Master Painter


  • Our house has been busy with painting. Painting all of our trim -baseboards and around windows. What a chore! But in the midst of all the work and disarray,  something struck me.

  • Our trim is very old and dark. In some corners, tiny spider webs hid. Dirt clung in areas that hadn't seen a dust rag in a very long time.  I prepped the old boards, wiping them clean, then I ran the paint brush coated with crisp white paint. Running the brush over the dark, dingy trim- it was so gratifying to see how fresh and new the trim looked. Comparing the old to the new, it was nice to see what a difference it made. Everything looked fresh, clean and new.
  • I thought of our Master Painter. Not only has He placed the perfect blues in the sky, He chose the most beautiful colors for the rainbows and every flower the perfect color for its type. Look at the majestic mountains and the oceans, the clouds. The precise placement of the moon and sun, and every star carefully placed on this vast canvas He filled with His design.

  • It is so amazing to me how He can make the old new. No Rembrandt, no Picasso, no one- but the Master Painter- can make us white as snow. Your addictions (cobwebs), your past (dirt)  your dark place- hardened heart (the dark, old wood) can be white. White as snow. Only He can do that. You can be fresh and new. Right now. If you just hand that paintbrush to Him and trust Him  to paint you into a clean and new you. Only God can do that. Do you know why? Because you are one of His masterpieces.

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Wednesday, July 24, 2013

After a long intermission....

  • Did you get your popcorn and soda? Use the restroom facilities? Stretch your legs and prepare for the show? Insert image of the lights going down and sound of movie reel running here...

  • Hey, you with the hat! Move over, so I can see!

  • The movie opens to a very busy newly married mother of two and step mom of four! New addition to the family:  a miniature Yorkie named Baby, playing at her feet. Juggling toomuchtodescribewithoutwritinganovel a lot. Every day.
  •  In case you haven't guessed it, the actress is me.

  • The long intermission is due to one busy life. It use to be, being a single mom- that I had so much time to sit down and write. Now it's as If when I do have time-my mind goes blank!

  • As I was reading my friends blog yesterday, something she stated spoke to me volumes. She said, "In life we have many reasons (not to do things) but no excuses!" It hit me, I can't blame life factors on doing something I'm passionate about. I have to make it happen. I am the leading lady in my own movie. My performance is all dependent on 3 co-stars: me, myself and I!

  • God is my Producer and Director. He has my script written. I use my Bible to study my movements. The caset of characters are the people in my life that move through this amazing movie called Life, every day! Sometimes it's a comedy, other days it is a drama- others it could even be described as an action adventure. But it is good all of the time. My fountain drink from the concession stand overfloweth.

  • -Gina. 

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Friday, September 14, 2012

Storm Shelter

  • This morning was exceptionally cool, as I didnt realize until I opened the front door to run to my car which is always parked in the elements. Halfway to the car it hit me that I didn't have my umbrella. I pulled my hoodie up over my head and realized i shouldve grabbed my daughter her raincoat. Damp and shivering, my son and I looked at each other and yelled in unison, "it's cold!"

  • As I drove my son to school I thought of how warm and dry we were in the house and how I can't wait to get back home to our warm and cozy home and enjoy the rain In our tiny warm house.

  • It made me contemplate other times I have felt that way. I realized I have that same feeling when I disconnect with the Holy spirit. Life is the storm. He is the my umbrella in the midst of the storm. The warmth and protection is the peace He consumes my heart with even when I'm stuck in the eye of the storm. If I didn't have Him, I would walk through it alone,, without the love and warmth He surrounds me with when it seems as though there is no reprieve from the bad weather.

  • My prayer for you this morning is that you have shelter from the storms of life. Let God be your Storm shelter today, and all the days of your life.
  • Genesis 9:12-13
  • English Standard Version (ESV)
  • 12 And God said, “This is the sign of the covenant that I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for all future generations: 13 I have set my rainbow in the cloud, and it shall be a sign of the covenant between me and the earth.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Daddys Hands <3

  • The other day, I was watching my Dad help my son unpack his new guitar. I watched my son pick up the guitar and test it out. But then my eyes focused in on a pair of hands that had me in awe. It wasn't my sons hands, strumming the new guitar with I am always amazed by..but my eyes zoned into the other hands within my my sight. My dads.

  • It got me thinking. What those hands meant to me. What they have been through-what they have endured. What he has built with them...what he has he has done so much with those big, strong, caring hands.

  • As my son has stated, "Pops can fix anything and everything he puts his mind to." I have to agree. He really does. I have always thought since I was a little girl, that my Dad could build or fix anything. He built our house when I was 5. That house is solid as a rock, built on a firm foundation. My dads motto: Do it right-or don't do it at all.

  • True for his whole life. Family, work, life. Do it right-or don't to it all. It may take more time-but if you build it right from the start-it won't fail you.

  • When I see Dads hands, I also see how he has guided me as a father. Without using his hands. He's always been gentle. Without many words, but you would always understand exactly what he feels, how he stands on certain topics, and his unwavering devotion to his family. Many fathers have to use their hands to teach respect, in negative ways. My dad always guided us by showing us through his actions.

  • He practiced what he preached and we would follow. He did it with love.

  • Thank you Dad, for being the rock of our family. Thank you for being the gentle man you are when times called for it. For being strong to support our family, and for those hands that built so much more than our home. You built a legacy of love on a strong foundation that will never break.

  • Love,
  • Your little girl

  • p.s. Happy Birthday. And many more.... :)

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Happy Birthday, Husband <3

    • In honor of my brand spankin' new hubby o' mine's bday, I decided to do a post for him in honor of his special day. At first I thought this was impossible.

    • Impossible, you ask? Why Impossible? You see, this man of mine decided to purchase me an ipad and keyboard so I would blog. ( I told you he was special, didn't I? :) We have no computer to speak of, and he thought it would be handy for me to have an ipad to blog whenever or wherever my little heart full of love for my new husband so desired..
    • IF you have an ipad-you already know how difficult it is to blog on an ipad! But I researched and researched and finally found a lovely litte app for my lovely little ipad so I CAN blog from this lovely little contraption I so affectionally named Iris.

    • Why Iris, you ask? My Grandma loved to write. When she wasn't working at her full time job, she was farming, and when she wasn't farming-she was cooking, and when she wasn't cooking, she was cleaning-and when she wasn't cleaning, she was taking care of family, and when she wasn't taking care of family?

    • She was writing.

    • I use to love to go into her office and run my fingers along her writing desk. I loved to play with the typewriter and imagine I was her. Sitting at her desk, imagining I was a writer. Eloquent with my words, putting all of my thoughts to paper, and ultimately-to a book.

    • Her name was Iris. Beautiful like the flower, short lived like it too. She died with a lot of life left in her, but lives on in so many. One being the gift of writing. I would like to think that my passion for writing was passed down from her.

    • Back to the inspriation of my post hubby. My brand new-month old husband. ( I love calling him my husband:) He loves my blog and has been encouraging me for ages to keep writing. 2 little words he is constantly saying. Repetitively. Write. More.

    • So, Mr. Birthdayboyofmine. Here you go. Happy Birthday to you. But what you don't realize is the gift you give me EVERY day. The gift of you. The gift of us. Thank you for giving me the gift of forever. With you. I love you, JCH

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Ring around the Hosey :)


I did.

  • Yes.  I did.  I said I do.  Just call me Mrs. Veryhappytobemarriedtomybestfriend.

  • In this new chapter in my life, I want to get back into blogging. 

  • The beginning.

  • Gina