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“Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise; be thankful unto Him, and bless His name. For the Lord is good…” Psalm 100:4, 5a
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Happy April Fools!!!
I’ve always had mixed emotions about this day. While I appreciate a good joke, I hate it when the joke goes to far! Anywho, today I thought I’d try playing a teeny-tiny joke on someone.
My poor hubby had a minor heart attack when I texted him this morning. 
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But God is always good! And I have an amazing hubby and a beautiful baby boy, and one that will be here in about two weeks! I’m not big on posting or sharing tough times, trials, hurts, heartache or things like that. I probably should. I just don’t want to sound like a complainer. I know that EVERYONE has tough times. Everyone experiences heartaches, and trials or just plain poopy days! Sooooo many people experience more pain in a day than I do in a month. Who am I to complain? I’ve heard it said that life is 90% attitude and only 10% circumstance. And even with that 10% I can still have joy right?
Well, just so anybody knows why my posts were short or absent for a week- I went to the hospital for excruciating pain in my side. Turns out I had a kidney stone. I won’t go into details- but I now know that there is something more intense and painful than a natural labor. Some other little heartaches were gone through in the days following, and I really missed (and miss) my Grandma. But through it I see the Lord’s hand. I am so blessed to have a sensitive and loving husband who knows what I need and takes care of me so amazingly well! Right in the midst of it all- when I couldn’t help the tears spilling down my face because of the pain and the fear- he lifted me up before our Lord and prayed so sweetly with me- I felt a little spark of hope and was encouraged and a while later the pain subsided and that was the last “attack”. It was over. And as far as the heartaches go- well, the Lord knows about those too and everything works together for the good of those that love Him. And though I really REALLY miss my Grammy now, I know that I shall see her again one day. And that helps too. 
To end on a happy note- here’s a picture of my big ol’ belly, baby boy bathing, and kitty checking in on him
  
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A truly beautiful soul… Tuesday November 26th 2008, she left this earth and is now rejoicing in Her precious Savior’s everlasting arms. I can’t say how hard the time leading up to it has been, or how it is now that she is gone. It is still unreal. I suppose that’s how it is for everyone though. It takes time to comprehend, time to sink in, and then time to heal. I miss her so much. I have always had a wonderful relationship with my Grandma, but this year we bonded in a way that I didn’t even know was possible! I am so grateful for the extra time that we spent talking hours upon hours on the phone, the notes that passed back and forth, and for the visits we were able to have in person. 2008 had many trials, hardships and hurts (that I never thought could or would happen) but Grandma really helped me –and my hubby get through them. She pointed us to the Lord and would let us know not only how much she and my Grandpa loved us- but how much our Lord loved us and was always there for us! And though we knew that, it was wonderful having her tell us My Grandma never would say it, but she could like Paul say “Follow me as I follow Christ” 1 Cor. 11:1 Her legacy is a legacy of God’s love. The love that she received from Him she poured out on everyone around her. Was she a perfect woman? No. And she was the first to admit that! But that showed even more where her heart was! She knew that it was about Christ and Him alone. She lived it. And I’d like to live it like that.
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and soooo cute! Love, love, LOVE this boy!
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“He maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth and his hands make whole.” (Job 5:18)
The Ministry of A Great Sorrow
As we pass beneath the hills which have been shaken by the earthquake and torn by convulsion, we find that periods of perfect repose succeed those of destruction. The pools of calm water lie clear beneath their fallen rocks, the water lilies gleam, and the reeds whisper among the shadows; the village rises again over the forgotten graves and its church tower, white through the storm twilight, proclaims a renewed appeal to His protection i”in whose hand are all the corners of the earth, and the strength of the hills is his also.” Ruskin
God ploughed one day with an earthquake,
And drove His furrows deep!
The huddling plains upstarted,
The hills were all aleap!
But that is the mountain’ secret, Age-hidden in their breast;
“God’s peace is everlasting,”
Are the dream-words of their rest.
He made them the haunts of beauty,
The home elect of His grace;
He spreadeth His mornings upon them,
His sunsets light their face.
His winds bring messages to them–
Wild storm-news from the main;
They sing it down the alleys
In the love-song of the rain.
They are nurseries for young rivers,
Nests for His flying cloud,
Homesteads for new-born races,
Masterful, free and proud.
The people of tired cities
Come up to their shrines and pray;
God freshens again within them,
As He passes by al day.
And lo, I have caught their secret!
The beauty deeper than all!
This faith- that life’s hard moments,
When the jarring sorrows befall,
Are but God ploughing His mountains;
And those mountains yet shall be
The source of His grace and freshness,
And His peace everlasting to me.
~William C. Gannett
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