tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56620229905568587382024-03-14T04:31:49.538-07:00Walking With Faith ... Holding God's HandWalk with me ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402097937432291244noreply@blogger.comBlogger315125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662022990556858738.post-34192967406411424512017-07-11T16:53:00.004-07:002017-07-11T16:54:39.112-07:00The Sun Came Up This Morning ....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As the sun peaked through the neighbors trees early this morning, I praised the Maker. It was such a pleasant cool morning to be as hot as it is right now. AND I have to mow tonight. All the wonderful rain has helped my yard grow and grow and grow as in I'm mowing every 2-3 days. I don't mind because soon the heat will take it's toll. <br />
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My sister's dog got sick last night and because she works, I was in charge of checking on the pooch today. She seemed good for my morning check, however, I didn't fair as well. I was trying to get out of the yard without the pooch following me and I almost impaled my fluffy stomach with the latch on the gate. I know you probably think a fluffy stomach would not hurt but it does and then it hurts a second time when you look at it and see all the fluff with a big red mark stretched across it. <br />
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After checking on the pooch, I needed to go check on the chickens for my daughter and her family. All went well up until the fire ants attacked my right foot while I was washing off their patio. It seemed I no longer got one of the biting little boogers killed and there were two more attacking me. Never fear I came home and put Young Living Purification Essential Oil on the bites and the fire went out. My brother says he keeps a few fire ant hills around because he thinks they are good ... GOOD? really bro. What for? To bite you? <br />
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<i>Have you ever been around someone that has a constant negative attitude? Things that are so petty but they feel the need to voice their negative thoughts/feelings. It kinda seems there is Crisco on their tongues and negative things just slip right out. If you know someone or if you are someone with this nature, I beg you to stop and think about all the good thing</i><i>s in your life. If God woke you up this morning, then you have something to be thankful for before your feet every hit the floor. Count your many blessings throughout the rest of your day and when you lay your head back down on your pillow tonight, be thankful that you have a roof over your head and a bed of which you can rest. </i><br />
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Today the trash guys were late in picking up the neighborhood trash. It was so hot and I was so blessed when I got to offer them each a cold bottle of Gatorade. They were so appreciative. They are doing a job that I wouldn't want to do and I truly appreciate them. <br />
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Gotta run. The mower just called and is ready to get the yard mowed. Pray for me that I don't have a heat stroke. :-) <br />
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* Count your blessings.<br />
* Smile more, it takes less muscles and it feels good.<br />
* Praise God in the dark as well as the light (bad or good).<br />
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After retiring almost 2 years ago, sitting at a computer has not been for me. I would rather be outside sitting on the patio reading a good book or eating an ice cream or reading and eating an ice cream at the same time. :-)<br />
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Early last Friday I was dead-heading my hibiscus' plants at the side of my house and when finished and got back to the patio, I realized that my left thumb was burning like fire. I chalked it up to getting stung by a bee that I didn't see. I left to go meet my friend, Sue Ann, for breakfast and my thumb kept burning. I mentioned it to her and really was at a loss as to why it was still stinging. It was early afternoon before the sting completely went away. Moving on to this morning when I was again out inspecting the hibiscus and there it was. This yellow furry worm looking thing ... It was a dreaded furry ASP. Honestly this thing gave me the heeby jeebies. AND it was eating my hibiscus. If you have never had an encounter (as in touching an asp) be very thankful. When I was a little girl, I sat on one and I still remember the pain. This not-so-pleasant memory returned this morning as I put this little furry creature on a brick and sat another brick on top of it. If you are an asp lover, I will just have to ask you to forgive me. I'm not a lover of these little creatures and I know how bad they hurt. <br />
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Today I went to Kohl's to buy sheets for my bed. It's been many years since I bought sheets and to get good quality bedding you have to pay an arm and a leg. Thankful for my check out lady who gave me 30% off my entire purchase. I was expecting a gold nugget when I got the sheets home and opened the package but all I found was an anti-theft device. :-) As I was checking out with this sweet little lady, she grabbed the sheets which were a little heavy and she winced and said her shoulder was just not ready. I reached for the bag and bagged the golden sheets myself. As it turns out, today was her first day back after having shoulder surgery. She had been out for eight weeks. The longer I talked to her, the more I loved hearing her adventure about her surgery. She said her husband who had tried to help her get dressed one day, pulled her capris up so high he gave her a 'wedgey'. He said he was trying to find her waist and she told him they were up to her boobs. Honestly, I almost feel on the floor laughing at this sweet soul. She probably didn't intend it to be as funny as it was but I could not help laughing and with me laughing, she laughed. I love connecting with people. I love talking to them and hearing their stories. As it goes in retail, another lady came in to pay her bill so it was time for me to go with my new sheets. I reached over and touched her sweet little hand and said, God bless you and thank you for the laughs. She smiled so big and I walked away with a happy heart. On my way to the car, I thanked God for putting this lady in my path today and ask Him to bless her. <br />
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I have been retired almost 2 years as I mentioned above. I have loved every minute of it. During the school year, I had lunch with my two kindergarten grands. This has been such a blessing. I've volunteered at both schools and gotten to know the staffs of each school (they are in the same district but different schools). I cannot say enough about how much fun I've had and the many new friends I have made that have blessed my life. <br />
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This coming school year I have taken on a little job at my grandson's school. I am going to be a lunch room monitor/helper. You know little hands have a hard time opening those milk cartons and from what I've observed, they may need a little extra coaxing to eat their lunch. They might even need a little hug from a Grammy type figure ... I can certainly do that. I have absolutely no idea what this little position pays and it doesn't really matter. The joy I have that I get an opportunity to give those little ones a smile and a pat on the back or tie a shoe ... what a blessed earning that will be. <br />
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<i>Have you taken time recently just to look around you? </i><br />
<i>While sitting at a stop light ....</i><br />
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<i>If you do, you might be shocked by what you see, most of us are glued to the little glowing screen in our hands while life goes on all around us. I once saw a series of videos of people actually getting into accidents because they were walking while staring into their phones. People walked into each other and into light poles. One poor woman fell into a manhole, while another walked straight into the fountain at the mall. </i><br />
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<i>Sometimes I get the sinking feeling that we are all so plugged into the vast cyberspace world available to us that we're missing the real life that is right in front of us. </i><br />
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<i>The breathtaking beauty of God's creation is on riotous display.</i><br />
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<i>People are smiling at us and doing kind things for one another.</i><br />
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<i>Psalm 90 says, "<b>Teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom" (v., 12 ESV). </b>The psalmist recognized that life is short and that none of us can predict when ours will end. So he asked God to help him remember this truth and live wisely in light of it. </i><br />
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<i>So put down the screen and look around you. Take time to drink deeply of each and every moment. Life is a beautiful gift. Don't miss the joy!</i><br />
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<i><b> And </b>besides,m do you want two million people seeing the YouTube video of you falling into the fountain at the mall? </i><br />
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My Fitbit wants me to move (the little man is jumping up and down and the words ARE YOU READY TO MOVE keep flashing across the face, and I just look at it and snarl), it's time for me to close this post. Don't forget to subscribe to my blog if you wish so you will get any future posts. May I honor God in my writings and give you a laugh or two. <br />
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Be kind to one another ...<br />
Smile even when you think it doesn't matter, it does ...<br />
Speak to a stranger and ask how they are ...<br />
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<b>LIFE! Survival! Five years out!</b> Yes, today October 18 is the day five years ago I was considered cancer free after I had my bilateral mastectomy. FIVE YEARS ya'll.<br />
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If you followed my blog from the beginning, you saw a lot of the ups and downs of going through breast cancer surgery and treatment. The blog is obviously still active so you can read all about it It contains how I found out I had breast cancer (read my pathology report myself), dealing with doctors, chemo, radiation, more surgeries, genetic testing which didn't happen for me at the time because there is no family history. Since then things have changed with health insurance and I will be having the testing in November. But today I want to fill you in on recently the things that I have gone through.<br />
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After chemo I developed neuropathy in my feet and lower legs. I have no feeling in my toes or balls of my feet. You may be saying, NO big deal. Yes it is! The only shoes that I can wear and be comfortable are Skechers On the Go. I have several pairs in different colors. They are not cheap but they are worth it for me. I also have the constant feeling that there are bugs crawling up my lower legs. I am always looking down thinking that something is crawling on me. There's never anything there so I swish my hand across the skin and the 'bug crawling' goes away for a while.<br />
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I have for two years now taken Zometa infusions every six months to protect my bones from any free radicals that could be floating around in my body. The infusions are about 30 minutes total which includes the saline before and after the infusion. The first treatment was worse than any chemo I think I ever took. I hurt soooooo bad. When I went back to the Oncologist and was ask about it ... I was told, "GOOD, it's working." At this point, I have 2 more treatments left. The next one is in February.<br />
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Also at that particular six month check up, I went into sad mode, panic mode, you named it, I had the mode. My heart was so heavy for at least three of my survivor sister friends that I could not contain survivor guilt, my emotions and yes, my fear. When I hear that a survivor sister's cancer has returned, it shakes me to my very core. The feelings of fear, anxiety, survivor's guilt are all part of this journey. Here are a feelings that most survivor's hide well ... Is it back and I just don't know it? Will it return? I mean after all in my case, there was a smidge of 0.6 cm in my sentinel node. I cried ... no I sobbed that day sitting in my exam room telling my nurse practitioner my feelings. She wheeled her stool over in front of me and held my hand and hugged me and let me cry. You see, she's a survivor too. She knows all about these feelings. I blubbered about my friends/my sisters whose cancer had returned. My heart was breaking. <br />
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That day I ask if there was anyway that they good do a scan(s) to check me out? Because I was and still do experience hip pain, she scheduled me in the next week or so for a body and bone scan. I praise God for the medical staff that He sent me to for this journey. All my scans came back clear and clean. The spot on my left lung is still there but hasn't grown. They believe it is scar tissue from where the radiation hit it on my left side. My survivor guilt creeps in and that is something that a test cannot take away. I, being a fixer, want to make it better for them but me NOT being God, can't. I turn it over to Him and let Him take care of my friends. <br />
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My goal in sharing all of this is NOT about me ... it's about all of us who are going through, have gone through or may go through (praying not) this dreadful disease. That's why I started this blog to begin with five years ago, to educate others, to let others walk the journey with me. I continue to stand by this statement .... I would be more afraid to<b> NOT </b>know, than to know. Get those mammos, do that self breast exam, don't be afraid. If you need me, I'm here but more importantly our Heaven Father is here. <br />
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Today I celebrate five years of cancer free living. I am blessed to have traveled this journey. Yes, I said BLESSED. I learned to stop taking things for granted, to appreciate more, to love from and to the deepest parts of my heart and soul. Don't wait for a life changing disease to do all these things ... start now. The day I found out I had cancer we were having one the hottest, driest worst summers ever. When I walked in the doctor's office that day, everything ... grass, trees, flowers had turned crispy brown. When I walked out, they were green and lush. They had not changed, I had. The old saying ... In the blink of an eye things everything can change ... is true. <br />
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SO celebrate with me. Wear your PINK and most of all ... get your check ups. <br />
<b><i>Psalm 34:4 "I prayed to the Lord, He answered me. He freed me from all my fears.</i></b> <br />
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Plain and simple, I could not have gotten through this without my Lord. On so many days when I was unable to walk alone, He carried me ... and ... for Him , I am thankful. <br />
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<b><i>The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trust in Him and I am helped, Therefore my heart exults and with my song I shall thank Him. </i></b><br />
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Until next time<br />
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<br />Walk with me ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402097937432291244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662022990556858738.post-68788754405246322972016-07-31T15:25:00.001-07:002016-10-18T06:23:19.589-07:00As August Approaches ... <b>RETIREMENT - </b>Today I am one month shy of being retired for one full year. The year has passed so quickly. It seems I turned around twice and here I am. It has been a wonderful year. I loved working but I do not miss the high stress, unhappiness in the agency, countless hours of feeling sad because some of the issues I dealt with were out of my hands. <br />
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Hot summer days are what we are experiencing in Texas right now and August begins tomorrow. This is the time of year that I say that I'm over the heat but it will still be another couple months before we feel any sort of cooling down. Last fall I had a sprinkler system put in my front yard and what a blessing that has been. I built sprinklers the year before out of PVC and still use those in the back yard. The sprinklers are almost like having a sprinkler system...you just have to move it. <br />
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God bless and thanks for reading this little snippet of a blog post. I loved writing my blog and hope to continue now. <br />
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genam44@charter.netWalk with me ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402097937432291244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662022990556858738.post-50424560694466354422015-01-04T12:39:00.004-08:002015-01-04T12:39:52.300-08:00A New Year ... 2015 ... Do NOT Look Back<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN2cpWFavCOG9FE0A_XbsOa0ql68iZr3W7bWSu6ZHJvI6qNw9L8YBKIM-zg6Ojph181s7dGPdAGB8VkP3IcPT0hn_sdNt7ViqwIZXC07UqASQjp-IDSmXR1j2i8118LPEyIHPnOrt11U4g/s1600/Instrgram.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN2cpWFavCOG9FE0A_XbsOa0ql68iZr3W7bWSu6ZHJvI6qNw9L8YBKIM-zg6Ojph181s7dGPdAGB8VkP3IcPT0hn_sdNt7ViqwIZXC07UqASQjp-IDSmXR1j2i8118LPEyIHPnOrt11U4g/s1600/Instrgram.png" height="200" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltXmAzF_u1qZSMvPiten-0-12ZXZ8pCaSWXzqnrwhm4Hv_mlmfACF0EBbOcEFM5SiWMwraqANTf6Xc2EN9BJQedn8aDtjnA9Sckv6v-fjeZgLKZFJsotGtZITQekpelvhr_CKwRfA0tmY/s1600/facebook+graphic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltXmAzF_u1qZSMvPiten-0-12ZXZ8pCaSWXzqnrwhm4Hv_mlmfACF0EBbOcEFM5SiWMwraqANTf6Xc2EN9BJQedn8aDtjnA9Sckv6v-fjeZgLKZFJsotGtZITQekpelvhr_CKwRfA0tmY/s1600/facebook+graphic.jpg" height="108" width="200" /></a>Time has gotten away from me since I decided in October 2014 that I was going to start blogging more. Where has the time gone? Seems we looked up and it was Christmas and now we are on the 4th day of January 2015. There are three things we will never get back. 1) Words after they are spoken; 2) Opportunity after it is missed; and 3) Time after it is gone. Are you a time waster? Do you look up from your iPhone and realize the day is gone and you haven't gotten anything accomplished? And now that time is gone, never to be seen again. You promise yourself that tomorrow you will be better. Tomorrow comes and nothing changes. I have to admit, this has been me on many occasions. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRj88oPPZ4u4PXfFV4Xc5Jxn6t2k5Rd4vMP5pN4L13tIvp3F_QVgjMWomMtaDjvqEqcjbDjJMKDOd2lLgSdOQTmNaUaNXK3BxOLmXmPNsQo5AWaxw8-KDOc031TNhG0kRttjy7wNdXBtB-/s1600/300px-Holy-Bible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRj88oPPZ4u4PXfFV4Xc5Jxn6t2k5Rd4vMP5pN4L13tIvp3F_QVgjMWomMtaDjvqEqcjbDjJMKDOd2lLgSdOQTmNaUaNXK3BxOLmXmPNsQo5AWaxw8-KDOc031TNhG0kRttjy7wNdXBtB-/s1600/300px-Holy-Bible.jpg" height="183" width="200" /></a>I am doing something this year, actually doing 2 somethings this year that I have always wanted to do but never have. I want to read through the Bible this year. It's such a miracle when you find that God is working with you to realize your wants. On January 1, 2015, my nephew text us (family members) and said he was going to read through the Bible this year and the reason he told us was not only that he wanted us to hold him accountable but he invited us to join him. ... Answered prayer for me .... I've always wanted to but several times I've seen it done where there is a list of readings each day for the old testament and also the new testament. That my friends is very challenging for me. Now I know no everyone's brain is as warped as mine and can probably switch back and forth and do that type of reading but I can't. My brain has been trained to read books from page 1 and in numerical in order to the end of the book. In order is the way his church is reading the Bible. They provided an app for your iPhone (so if you see me on my iPhone, I could be reading the Bible) to download and it is a reasonable amount of daily reading and also has a daily devotional to go with the reading. The app is titled <b><i>Join the Journey</i></b>. It's free and I invite you to download and read the Bible with us this year. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkStKc2M8rRUQlcRIF3UwQQZ4ArWF9BHM9NzhcdKJoe2vYGVOuwQLsciYuInHECcJUwBkG0mpne4CAO1d_QtI31mKJPbi0HNdhyphenhyphenzzf3zX1Gx6-gdlSchyVRHYnVZfF5zZeZRAKP_-qvopq/s1600/scripture+memory+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkStKc2M8rRUQlcRIF3UwQQZ4ArWF9BHM9NzhcdKJoe2vYGVOuwQLsciYuInHECcJUwBkG0mpne4CAO1d_QtI31mKJPbi0HNdhyphenhyphenzzf3zX1Gx6-gdlSchyVRHYnVZfF5zZeZRAKP_-qvopq/s1600/scripture+memory+pic.jpg" height="127" width="200" /></a>The second thing that I've always wanted to do is memorize scripture. Again, my brain seems to have only so much capacity and memorization has never ever been one of my strong points so I am facing my fears in 2015. Beth Moore LPM (Living Proof Ministries) has what is called Siesta Scripture Memory Team (SSMT) and it is designed for folks to memorize 24 scripture verses in a year. And you get to pick your own scripture ... which in my case is really good because of brain capacity. The verse I chose on January 1 is Philippians 4:7 <i style="font-weight: bold;">And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding will guide your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. </i>Now perhaps this doesn't seem hard for you but we aren't talking about you because you probably have more brain capacity than I do. <smile> Yesterday some ladies told me to sing it and that helps. It really does so I walk around the house singing Philippians 4:7 to the dog who gets very excited because she thinks is she walks around with me while I'm singing that she is going to get a treat. <smile> <br />
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I want to be in God's word as much as possible in 2015. I gain strength and comfort, understanding and knowledge and a closeness with my Heavenly Father that no one can ever take away from me. What desires do you have for 2015? I would love to hear them. <br />
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As in the title of this blog ... Do NOT look back ... I'm not. In 2014 I feel God began a work in me and I can't wait to see where He takes me. My life is not all roses and cupcakes but I am assured that when the thorns and pounds (from the cupcakes) head my way, God is right there with me with the tweezers to pick the thorns out. <i style="font-weight: bold;">Joshua 1:9 Have I no commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you where you go. </i> Again, my comfort, my strength, I draw from the Lord. I pray the same is true for you. <br />
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Would love to hear from you. Send me an email using the email address below. Until next time ...<br />
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Blessings!<br />
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genam44@charter.netWalk with me ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402097937432291244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662022990556858738.post-58151398205718167322014-10-20T08:41:00.000-07:002014-10-20T08:41:02.677-07:00Time Management and A Trip Down Breast Cancer Memory Lane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Saturday was my <b style="font-size: x-large;">THREE </b>year cancer free anniversary. Praise God Praise God Praise God ... I am where I am today because of Him. That is one anniversary which a cancer survivor will never forget. I hope when someone tells you how many years of survival they have had, you will be as happy as they are. Unless you have walked the cancer road (and my prayer is that you haven't), you cannot begin to know how much these anniversaries mean. God is good ALL the time. Today I want to take you on a little picture tour of my journey ... beginning with family pictures we had taken in September 2011 after I found out I had bilateral breast cancer. <br />
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After surgery (not pretty)<br />
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Four drains/four measuring cups. One of the bulbs at the bottom of each drain that pulls fluid out of surgery site.<br />
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Dr. Alan Johns ... breast cancer survivor. Tells a mans version of breast cancer. <br />
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Above: Hooked up for the first time to chemo<br />
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One section of the Chemo Room <br />
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I have probably exceeded my picture quota on my blog for the day so I'll stop. CANCER stinks. BUT I am a walking testimony with God by your side, you can even smile through the baldness. I tear up just looking at these pictures and remembering how God walked beside me all the way and on those days I could find the energy to walk, He carried me. Thank you Father for loving me enough to hold me no matter what. <br />
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Philippians 4:19 My God shall supply all your needs according to His riches in glory.<br />
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Blessings !!!<br />
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One thing I do know for sure is that God loves me and guides me in all my decisions. When I try to make decisions on my own, things just do not seem to always work out the best. <i style="font-weight: bold;">Psalms 31:3 For you are my rock and fortress; For Your names sake You will lead me and guide me. </i>Isn't that an amazing scripture knowing that God is in control?<br />
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I got up at 5:00ish this morning and got going. I mentioned Young Living Essential Oils (YLEO) in my last post so I wanted to show you what I made this morning. --- Little cosmetic background about me. I began selling and then using Mary Kay products over 12 years ago. I stopped selling because it was such a hassle and began ordering with family and friends just to get the discount. I decided over a year ago to let my Mary Kay discount go and would use Merle Norman products. That didn't really fit in my budget at ALL. So I decided that was not what I wanted so I joined up again with Mary Kay for $35. to get the discount. And then decided I didn't want to order that stuff when I could make my own using YLEO. I made my first batch of face cream about 6 weeks ago and loved it. So this morning, I have made another jar of face cream and used the jar from Merle Norman (that cost $54.) to put it in. The ingredients ... Organic Coconut Oil and YLEO Frankincense. It's awesome I tell ya! While using the face moisturizer I made, I was using up the last of my MK face scrub knowing that I could make my own with YLEO. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSdDIjDOv-gsxFAEPbruJUApKhRsgIrLnwissV3IoD8iAIWDwtbXgrMf36erFXaoj60vp-ekUhfhWxvikgOEEVlTyJoK_mGG6w8lxGNmWoJ6vyXdC6Kk4EGsBIjxsL3eu7dDz_aOWIffZ/s1600/IMG_4433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSdDIjDOv-gsxFAEPbruJUApKhRsgIrLnwissV3IoD8iAIWDwtbXgrMf36erFXaoj60vp-ekUhfhWxvikgOEEVlTyJoK_mGG6w8lxGNmWoJ6vyXdC6Kk4EGsBIjxsL3eu7dDz_aOWIffZ/s1600/IMG_4433.JPG" height="200" width="149" /></a>So next came the face scrub. I've been searching Pinterest for just the right recipe for face scrub using YLEO. After reading the recipes, I made a batch and let me tell you that it is literally AMAZING. The ingredients ... Organic Coconut Oil, 12 drops of YLEO Frankincense, 3 drops of YLEO Peppermint for aroma and about 1/2 tablespoon of white sugar for the exfoliate. I used some of this on the back of my hands to test ... and as I said it is AMAZING. <br />
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After a trip to my local Sprout's for Aloe Vera Gel and distilled water, I will be making Thieves Hand Sanitizer and Thieves Spray to keep in my purse for use on grocery carts, public toilets, etc. After that I plan to make Thieves Sore Throat Spray for my girls and their families. I am blessed as I do not get sore throats often but I want to help my family. [Side story] I found out when I was pregnant with my first daughter that I didn't have tonsils. Ladies you know when they are taking your history about previous surgeries and ask the question ... when you had a specific specified surgery? Well I was ask at that time when did I have my tonsils out? I didn't have them out ... so it was determined I was born without them. [My family would probably tell you that I burned them out with all the spicey foods that I eat and love. <smile>] <br />
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YLEO also has Thieves cleaner that you can buy. It is so concentrated that I think you use 1 to 20 (or something like that) portions. YES, there is a spray bottle of Thieves cleaner in the kitchen and both bathrooms. <br />
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The information I've shared on my blog today is a mere tip of the iceberg so to speak with Young Living <b>100% guaranteed pure</b> Essential Oils. You can cook with YLEO too. Let me know when you are ready to hear more and we can get together one on one or you can gather family and friends and we can have a class. I teach great classes with lots of humor and experiences with YLEO. My classes are not boring I promise. <br />
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During the night we experienced some storms [I may or may not have heard the thunder but my little pooch, Tootie did.] So we got up this morning to a clean, cool and refreshing morning. <i style="font-weight: bold;">Leviticus 26:4 Then I will give you rain in due season, and the land shall yield her increase, and the trees of the field shall yield her fruit. </i>[Side note from me ... notice the use of the word '<i style="font-weight: bold;">her</i>' ... God realizes how hard we '<i style="font-weight: bold;">hers'</i> work.] <smile><br />
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Prayer request: I believe we ALL need to be praying for the folks experiencing dreadful health issues, especially those who are infected with or going through the possibility of being infected with ebola. You may think it's all hype about this but the state in which our nation's health care is in is scarey. All the more reason I use YLEO. <br />
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Blessings for a great week. <br />
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genam44@charter.netWalk with me ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402097937432291244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662022990556858738.post-44262905641803971312014-10-11T09:44:00.002-07:002014-10-11T09:48:20.371-07:00Nice Cool October Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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God sent a wonderful cool front rolling across Texas last night bringing a good rain. During the night, I heard one big clap of thunder and turned over and went back to sleep knowing the rain had arrived and the glory of cool fall days. This is my favorite time of year. Watching the leaves changing to gold and red while some take their sweet time to lose the green. This is God's gorgeous paint pallette and He allows us to see the preview of His painting all the way through to His finished product. The beauty of it all ... what an amazing artist He is. This picture combines two of my favorite sites ... a wooden bridge and changing leaves. Beauty!<br />
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Life continues to be busy busy busy. I do believe there are times that God says you really need to slow down. At those times, I have to agree with him. My health seems to suffer during those times, primarily with the horrible migraines that I get when my week has been rush rush rush. AND these blooming headaches always happen on either my day off or Saturday morning. Life comes to a complete stop for me until the headache subsides, then all is right with my world again. I have been reading a book by Lysa Terkuerst titled "The Best Yes". I know this book was written for me. I tend to say 'yes' to so many things and end up over booking myself. I was able to put in practice what I have learned from this book this past week. It is not that I didn't want to accept the invitation but it literally was not going to work with my schedule. <br />
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It's been a lazy relaxing Saturday watching the cooking shows and enjoying the cool air coming in the window. I walked across the street earlier to chat with my sister and it was actually more than cool outside, it was cold (YES, I just said it was cold...that doesn't happen very often in my world. <smile>) <br />
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<b><i>Psalm 13:6 I will sing to the Lord; for He has been good to me. </i></b><br />
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gkmorrison12@gmail.comWalk with me ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402097937432291244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662022990556858738.post-83005367451960160582014-10-01T17:36:00.004-07:002014-10-01T17:36:52.425-07:00A New Look I've spent most of my evening working on the background of my blog and changing the look up things up. I'm not sure that I'm 100% on board with it and I would love to know what you think. Leave a comment or email me at the address below. <br />
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October 1 is the first day of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I got good news today from my 4 month check up so I'm praising the Lord. I will continue on a 4 month check up for now and I am perfectly OK with that. <br />
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I've got lots of exciting things to share but those will have to wait for future posts. I'm tired and ready to get in a more comfortable chair tonight.<br />
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Blessings! <br />
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*** Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever.*** Hebrews 13:8<br />
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There's been - what seems - a lot going on around my house and my sisters house. She had all her floors redone with the tile that looks like hardwood floors. Her floors look amazing. In order for the floors to be redone, meant that her house had to have EVERYTHING taken out and she had to find a place to stay. She and her dog stayed with me. I am so thankful we live across the street from each other and can help each other out. God knew what He was doing in 1995 when He brought my house to me and my girls. I love my neighborhood and my neighbors. Anyway back to my story about my house guest. One of them sheds ... like crazy ... and has little short blondish/yellow hairs ... and she's about 80 pounds and ... OK ... let me just say ... I am not fan of big dogs or dogs that shed hence my choice of a shih tzu that is small and does not shed. My sister was quite amused when Taffy (her dog) insisted on coming over to me and putting her wet nose on my leg or when I started looking around at all the dog hair and that was with my floors being swept every day. Unfortunately I do not have a picture of her beautiful dog for you to see. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsN0t6h2sDkKPHAQ-sYE-zPOj6yLBrD8_6fjRfFtwokBRhdgT8-xBOhGgChVQDUJjp_G8OprGvvlLOwyR-4kHa_qvIX1oqtD7DFtNUXSDhfufD7EpqjY3xZ4Ln7Q3pu06OwlwHclTGvGRC/s1600/120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsN0t6h2sDkKPHAQ-sYE-zPOj6yLBrD8_6fjRfFtwokBRhdgT8-xBOhGgChVQDUJjp_G8OprGvvlLOwyR-4kHa_qvIX1oqtD7DFtNUXSDhfufD7EpqjY3xZ4Ln7Q3pu06OwlwHclTGvGRC/s1600/120.JPG" height="200" width="148" /></a>I have also had flooring replaced in the two bedrooms that were vacated when my daughter got married. I took the carpet taken out and had hardwoods installed. I have successfully painted both rooms and the hardwood have been installed as well as new baseboards that are on the 'To Do' list this morning so I can get the furniture and stuff out of my dining are and hall bathroom. The picture is of the first floor and baseboards that was complete. The blue tape was keeping the floor planks together for a while I guess so the glue could set. This bedroom will be my sewing room (YEA, I get the sewing machine out of my bedroom) and also plan to put the computer in there. I think my sister and I will be making a trip to IKEA today. I've never been, never really cared much for going however, my nephew got my sister a nice computer desk there.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDo6aOnTpUGAbWl3CSF9jufG1_shm2vXCtZlT262V_VrHweuDAX9dMJYJ_Ujyu3oZ5LDEJJTOSvBdR8jCAV9FyflTruj8HA1DjLJseG_vzQPUrbfIpqMjuUeDS9LxqAllt488N9G4gIBh/s1600/picture+of+Tootsie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDo6aOnTpUGAbWl3CSF9jufG1_shm2vXCtZlT262V_VrHweuDAX9dMJYJ_Ujyu3oZ5LDEJJTOSvBdR8jCAV9FyflTruj8HA1DjLJseG_vzQPUrbfIpqMjuUeDS9LxqAllt488N9G4gIBh/s1600/picture+of+Tootsie.jpg" /></a>I went to the funeral/memorial service for a great lady yesterday. Hazel Ruth "Tootsie" Hartsell passed from this earth into the arms of Jesus this past Monday. One day before her 92nd birthday. Tootsie was the most active Christian woman I believe I have ever met. She loved doing God's work. She has three grown girls and the pastor read a remembrance that each one of them had written at the service and they all included that they are the women they are because of their Mom. I heard it said at the service that Tootsie was probably already busy in Heaven. Upon finding out the news of Tootsie's graduating to Heaven, I smiled ... knowing that she was welcomed home with a big hug and the words ... <i><b>"Well done good and faithful servant". Matthew 25:23</b></i><br />
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Life continues to move on and is ever changing. My Mother always said ... Time marches on and waits for no man. I know I am not the one and only person who wishes I could turn back the hand of time and relive some moments and memories from the past, however, life is the way our precious Lord wills it to be. So today ... I challenge myself and you ... what can we do with today. You know we only get one shot at it, we only live this day one time. People have a tendency to live in denial but one day will be the very last day on this earth. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUE3Vn-yldEqzfxcSN5mvaci2bnR1noq5SA_9LTundeYiGIE7R2N3EQ_SInAhLq21jOQgMtROAEg0j4_6Kw5OZOpY6BDiiu7gdch0tKSUzvk4UD1RuuvoBk04-zSFxUmT5d3ygTMyG7ZIM/s1600/All+the+pieces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUE3Vn-yldEqzfxcSN5mvaci2bnR1noq5SA_9LTundeYiGIE7R2N3EQ_SInAhLq21jOQgMtROAEg0j4_6Kw5OZOpY6BDiiu7gdch0tKSUzvk4UD1RuuvoBk04-zSFxUmT5d3ygTMyG7ZIM/s1600/All+the+pieces.jpg" height="200" width="128" /></a>There is a book that I have added to my 'must read' list, <i>When The Game is Over, It All Goes Back Into the Box </i>- John Ortberg. The book begins with the author playing the game Monopoly with his grandmother and she refused to let him win just because he was 10 yrs old, etc ... and then one day he won, he beat his grandmother and he was so excited and guess what? When the game was over, all the pieces went back in the box. He talks about wanting to leave the game board out and gloat over the fact that he beat his grandmother ... but again, when the game is over all the pieces go back into the box. It's just like our lives - the things we have, the things we keep as treasures, our trophies, our cars, our homes .. will all go back into the box ... none of our 'treasures' will leave this earth with us when our work here is done. <br />
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What should matter most to us is what we do to serve our Lord. Luke 12:12-23 - He was successful, faithful to his wife, a pillar of the community, gained wealth and reputation. After his funeral many went on and on how successful he was but he did not know God as Savior. When his soul was required of him, he had never accepted Christ as His Lord and Savior.<br />
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The Bible called him a fool, although those who knew and loved him would say otherwise but in Luke 10:27, Jesus tells us what we must do to not die a fools as the rich man ... Thou shall love the Lord they God with all your heart, all your soul, all your strength, will all your mind and your neighbor as yourself. <br />
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So today I know that none - absolutely none of the things I have - will go with but will remember that people are all we get to take to Heaven with us ... and all the temporary things all go back in the box.<br />
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Blessings! <br />
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Stay tuned ... next blog will be talking about Young Living Essential Oils ... the natural way to keep us healthy. Walk with me ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402097937432291244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662022990556858738.post-31341914645999132362014-07-01T15:36:00.003-07:002014-07-01T15:42:06.605-07:00 The Long Way Home <div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The days run by like a train on a fast track. It always<br />
seems there's so much to be done and never enough time to do it all. Why<br />
is it that we feel such pressure all the time to get here, get there, get this<br />
or that done. </span><br />
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> I remember a slower pace in time. A time that I<br />
watched my Mom and Dad sit in the backyard after supper and talk as they<br />
watched the chickens or ducks or whatever animals and birds we had at that<br />
time. Time back then ran at a much slower pace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Today as I left the office with many<br />
things still garbled in my mind, I decided to take<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b><i>the long way home.</i></b><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span> I didn't want to go at the fast<br />
pace any more today so I stayed off the freeways and busy streets. My<br />
trip took a bit longer and the best part was it took me back in time to the<br />
slower pace of life. I passed beautiful homes with meticulously groomed<br />
lawns and I passed homes that literally looked like a little old shack. As I<br />
passed these homes I thought about life and going home. My home for now<br />
is on this beautiful earth. I feel blessed every single day that God<br />
allows me to get out of bed and He allows me an opportunity to help others.<br />
And then my thoughts changed from my earthly home and I began thinking<br />
about my future home ... my Heavenly home. <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b><i>John 14:2-3 In my Father's house<br />
are many mansions, If it were not so, I would have told you. I go to<br />
prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, there I<br />
will want you also. </i></b>I rest assured that I have a place in my<br />
forever home. I know when I get to Heaven I will be home and the days of<br />
busyness will be over because I have reached my final destination. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /><a href="http://youtu.be/yYHT-TF4KO4">http://youtu.be/yYHT-TF4KO4</a><br /><br />
</span></i></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">But for now, we can chose to take the long way home and slow down or we can stay on that fast track and continue racing around like lost soldiers. One day none of this will<br />
matter because we will be at our final destination with the One who loves us<br />
the most. For that I am thankful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<a href="http://youtu.be/yYHT-TF4KO4">http://youtu.be/yYHT-TF4KO4</a><br />
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<b style="border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;">"When I Get Where I'm Going"</b><br />
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<span class="feat" style="border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;">(feat. Dolly Parton)</span><br />
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When I get where I'm going<br />
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On the far side of the sky<br />
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The first thing that I'm gonna do<br />
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Is spread my wings and fly<br />
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I'm gonna land beside a lion<br />
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And run my fingers through his mane<br />
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Or I might find out what it's like<br />
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To ride a drop of rain<br />
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Yeah when I get where I'm going<br />
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There'll be only happy tears<br />
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I will shed the sins and struggles<br />
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I have carried all these years<br />
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And I'll leave my heart wide open<br />
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I will love and have no fear<br />
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Yeah when I get where I'm going<br />
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Don't cry for me down here<br />
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I'm gonna walk with my grand daddy<br />
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And he'll match me step for step<br />
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And I'll tell him how I missed him<br />
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Every minute since he left<br />
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Then I'll hug his neck<br />
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<i style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">[Repeat chorus]</i><br />
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So much pain and so much darkness<br />
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In this world we stumble through<br />
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All these questions I can't answer<br />
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So much work to do<br />
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But when I get where I'm going<br />
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And I see my maker's face<br />
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I'll stand forever in the light<br />
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Of his amazing grace<br />
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Yeah when I get where I'm going<br />
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There'll be only happy tears<br />
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Hallelujah<br />
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I will love and have no fear<br />
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When I get where I'm going<br />
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Yeah when I get where I'm going</div>
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May you find peace and always have hope.<br />
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Blessings....<br />
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<br />Walk with me ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402097937432291244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662022990556858738.post-33780855361051989972014-06-23T15:38:00.004-07:002014-06-23T15:39:31.860-07:00Catch Up Post .... It's been four months since I sat down here at my computer to write and share and I realized I missed writing when I revisited my blog. Four months seems like a long while but in essence it's really a mere blink of an eye. It seems the hours, days, weeks, and months go by so quickly that before we know it another year is come and gone. Do you ever stop and think about a memories you made? <br />
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It is so important for me to make memories, <br />
<a name='more'></a>not just for myself but for my family and friends. I love thinking back about fun times that make me smile or even laugh. I want others when I pass through their minds to remember the good times we have had and smile. I want to grasp every second of life with a smile on my face. I want to hold on to those I love just a little bit longer before we part. I want to have a smile in my voice for those I speak to on the phone. It may sound like a lot of 'wants' here and maybe there are, but when I looked back the other day at some of my first postings on my blog, I remembered once again just how very blessed I was then and am now. I read some of the posts and remembered how devastating the breast cancer diagnosis was and how in that very second my life changed. Our lives can and will change in the blink of an eye. Don't waste opportunities to be kind to others ... and as the saying goes ... Be kind to everyone you meet for you know not what they may be going through.<br />
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<b>Matthew 6:21 Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. </b><br />
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Happenings for me since I last wrote. I have had another four month check up with my Oncologist. All is clear as far as the cancer --- Praise the Lord. When I went in I did have a major concern that I had been dealing with for about five weeks. I had a severe pain in my left rib cage. It had been horrible. I knew something had to be broke or that I had ripped every muscle there was in there. The weeks prior to my doctor visit I had a very bad cough that reached down to my toes (or so it seemed) when I coughed. It was very persistent and I didn't think much about it, however, I probably should have. When I explained all this to my Oncologist, she listened to my lungs and listened to my left lung a bit longer and said it sounded bubbly. She told me she felt pretty sure that I had had pneumonia (I'm pretty sure I did to) and she wanted to do an x-ray. I was more concerned about my pain than my lung but hey maybe the x-ray would show something. NOT! With nothing conclusive on the x-ray, I was scheduled for and had a CT scan. Well it did show something. It showed my sixth rib on my left side was fractured (the next step would have been broken) and there is a 2 cm nodule in my left lung that she believes is scar tissue. Now you may or may not remember that I had 33 rounds of radiation on my left arm pit because of the cancer leaking into those lymph nodes. Radiation along with not getting to have any estrogen weakens your bones and I'm sure when I was in one of those coughing spells, I fractured the rib. I knew all along that my radiation clipped the bottom of my left lung but I never had any problems. Evidently it causes scar tissues and that's what is being seen on the CT scan. I will repeat the CT scan in six months (and I'm OK with that). Back to the rib, there is nothing that can be done for it. It just takes time to heal ... and it is seeming like it's taking a really LONG time to heal. Note to self ... patience Gena patience and do NOT sneeze. <br />
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Another big happening and memory making event was my daughter, Alicia got married June 14. I must say it was a beautiful wedding and she was stunningly beautiful. My new son in law has a six year old daughter and Alicia has Madelyn so now the girls are sisters. The wedding was laid back and fun. Everything went off without a hitch and the newly weds and their precious girls left together to spend their first family night in their new house. The real wedding pictures are not back yet so here's two pictures that were on my phone. <br />
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It was kinda funny and kinda sad because the next day, Sunday, I kept looking out the windows to see if Alicia and Madelyn were pulling up in the driveway. I kept expecting them to walk through the door but now they have a new house and new door to walk through. I could not be any happier for them. They have a beautiful love for each other and their beautiful girls, a beautiful new home, and a precious new puppy whose name is Bentley. (P. S. I made Jason's boutineer.)<br />
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I have plenty more to share but for now, I will close. I need to fix my dinner so that I am not eating after 6:00pm (it's a practice I try to follow). <br />
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As I close for now I leave you with this. <br />
Finish the sentence .... <span style="color: magenta;"><b>I wish I could ...... </b></span><br />
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<b><i>Today well lived ... makes every tomorrow a vision of hope. </i></b><br />
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Be kind! <br />
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Blessings! <br />
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For a long time now I have had this topic on my mind but could never figure out how to approach writing about it. Today I came across something that gave me the answer on how to approach it. The subject is prayer. I am on FB <if you are reading this from the link, you know I'm on FB> and so many times someone post that they need prayers. Many times there are lots of responses that person gets. Things like ... I'm praying ... Prayers ... Girl, you're in my prayers ... and the comments go on and on from folks who say they are praying. Do we actually take the time to stop and pray? <br />
<a name='more'></a> You know responding with the word ... Praying ... doesn't mean that I have offered up a prayer, it means I have the best intention to do such. I'm guilty of this. My intentions are of the utmost positive intentions ever but sometimes I forget. To me this becomes a "shame on you, Gena" moment. I want to be the person who does what I say I will do. Our words carry weight. I said I would pray and I should follow through. So I have put praying immediately into practice to pray immediately when someone needs prayer. I hope you will join me in stopping and praying at that moment that someone says they need prayer so that there won't be any missed opportunities to pray. Our words carry weight, <b><i>Romans 10:8 But what does it say? The word is near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart, that is, the message concerning faith that we proclaim ... </i></b><br />
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The fish tank is doing pretty good. I have lost five fish total. Not because there was anything wrong with my new tank or water or anything like ... I think I was starving them to death. There was a lady at a local fish store I was going to who told me to only feed the fishes enough food that they were able to eat in 30 second to 1 minute. Well I'm no pro on this fish tank situation but I think that 4 out of the 5 died of starvation. I'm feeding the little boogers twice a day now and they are thriving. I'm so happy and I love watching them swim and play. And I do think this could be an addiction for additional tanks BUT we will see.<br />
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Life is going well for me. The weather here in Texas has been rather 'iffy' ... it doesn't know "if" it wants to be cold or warm so I am just taking the days as they come along ... whatever the weather. The grass is all dormant so it's pretty brown and crunchy and I am kinda glad. I've working in the house ... cleaning, organizing and YES purging. I don't want to think myself a hoarder but it does seem in some respects I might be ... NOT a hoarder like is on that TV show - Hoarders: Buried Alive. If you know me personally, you know that I would NEVER ever be that way. I'm a Type A personality about my house being clean ... open a closet or cabinet door and you might see differently <just kidding>. Currently I believe all my closets and cabinets are neatly organized. Due to the fact that sometimes it seems absolutely impossible for me to get everything done anymore, I have actually hired a house cleaner. Today is her first day to clean and she is AMAZING and she is so sweet and easy to talk with. She works hard and has cleaned so well. And my house smells amazing ... which I love. AND I didn't have to do it. I am by no stretch a lazy person at all but I am tired of trying to keep up with so much. So for now, I am allowing myself a house cleaner. Judge me if you want ... and when you are finished judging <smile> contact me and I'll give you her contact information. <smile> She's great!<br />
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I go back for my four month oncology checkup the end of this month. I am in my second year of survival. I am currently trying to lose some weight <I'm not obese but my BMI is above the good mark of 25>. Besides my clothes have gotten a little snug and I don't like that. I started walking again and that in itself makes me feel good plus I believe I will begin to see a difference in my weight. In February I go for my six month check up with my surgeon. The doctors offices all tell me that they like my personality and bubbly disposition so they want me to keep coming. <smile><br />
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My grandbabies are growing like little weeds and they are learning things right and left. I believe I probably have the cutest and smartest grandbabies around. I'm sure you may think the same about your grandbabies. <big smile> I have a good friend who sent me a little poem and I want to share it with you. I know all grandparents who read this post will agree with me that the poem captures a grandparent very well. My prayer is that if a young parent reads this, they will realize just how important the young years of their wee ones are and will also take time to spend with their children. <br />
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You know I love the technology world as much as anyone <well for the most part> but it has really begun bothering me when I constantly see young people always on their cell phone while eating with family or friends or when they are sitting beside their little child who is probably just begging to be recognized. These cell phone addicts cannot sit in a family circle and talk face to face for fear of missing out on something in other people lives. I would like to tell them ... There is NOTHING going on in anyone else's life more important than your own. Put the phone down and realize how blessed you are that you have family and friends ... and don't forget that little one who craves as much attention as you give your phone.</div>
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I have embarked on something new ... well not really new because I've had them before but it has been years. I bought a 15 gallon upright aquarium and I absolutely love it. I put it all together last Saturday, got my first two fishees <smile> on Tuesday and today I found one of them dead. After having my water tested at the fish place, it is testing out good. YEA! When I told Marianne at the fish place about my black phantom tetra dying last night and handed her my baggie of aquarium water to test, she said did this just come out of your aquarium? I said, yes ... why? She said it's kinda cold. COLD ... I have a heater in there and was told by someone <not a fish expert> to keep the temperature between 72 and 76 ... well that's not the case. The real fish expert, Marianne, said the water should be between 78 and 80. HELLO~! The poor little fishee probably died from hypothermia. If it had to happen, I'm glad it was him because he cost $4.99 as opposed to $9.99 like the one that survived. I am currently heating the aquarium to a more desirable temperature for the little fishees. </div>
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Something that has been weighing heavy on my mind for a while now is ... bullying. We hear so much about young children being bullied in schools these days and that is such a tragedy. Have you ever stopped to think that bullying is not just about children ... it is also about adults. It has happened to me twice in recent times by adults and it is absolutely awful. Terrible! I cannot even begin to imagine being bullied as a child after my experiences as an adult. The bullying I have experienced in both situations is yelling and screaming when the person doesn't get their way or they know they are incorrect about something so they yell and scream to back me down. I have tried desperately to keep the bully(s) from yelling and screaming at me and was just trying to with flow. But there are times that it gets too much to handle. I am a person that when I've had enough, I've had enough. I would like to say today ... I've had enough. I will no longer be bullied by anyone. I am a firm believer that you should treat others the way you want to be treated --- that we should follow the laws and rules that are set before us --- that you should appreciate the kindness of others and show kindness to ALL ... not just certain few and last but NOT least -- that no one deserves such wrath as that which a bully can hand out. It's hard ... it's very hard to be bullied, it makes one cower down and want to escape but sometimes there is no escaping. Bullying can happen anywhere ... school, home, work, social events, sporting events ... anywhere. Bullying is not always physical, it is verbal and emotional also. So if you are being bullied or your child says they are being bullied ... take action. NO ONE deserves to be bullied. Speak up and speak up loudly. </div>
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I am so enjoying the Bible Study Fellowship (BSF) class that I am now attending. I have learned so much and made new friends who love Jesus and love studying His word. I believe God puts us exactly where He wants us to be when we need to be there. I know that I am where I am supposed to be. While we are on the subject, I have moved my membership to a new church recently and am ready to get involved. I'm looking forward to what God has in store for me.</div>
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I will not look back at the year gone by but instead I look forward to the new year with excitement and anticipation. Yesterday is gone. Mistakes made I have lived through, blessings I have received have been rejoiced. It is now time to look toward the new year ... I make no resolutions, no promises ... but instead I chose to live every second of this incredible life's journey as it comes. I hope you do as well.</div>
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Matthew 6:25-27 says -- <i>"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air, they do not sow or reap or store way in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?"</i><br />
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All of us ... I mean ALL of us worry about things. Since my cancer I've learned to let go and let God take care of me. Why should I worry? I know I am valuable to Him than anything including the birds. If you know me well, you know I love birds. They intrigue me as I sit and watch their personalities, the way they eat, they way they get agitated at other birds, the way they love each other. They seem to have no worry in the world.<br />
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I was at my brother's house yesterday checking on him as he is currently recuperating from a fall last week on a bit of black ice of which he fractured his ankle. <He is not a happy camper> Anyway he was telling me about this little hummingbird that was still here and had weathered the ice storm last week. WHAT? That is totally unbelievable. I looked out in the backyard and there were two hummingbird feeders full of nectar that he is keeping for the little guy who got left behind when all the others left to find warmer temps. About that time my sister in law said the hummer was on the feeder by the back door and sure enough there the precious little one was ... drinking the sweet nectar that he needs to stay warm. Beautiful green feathers and not much bigger than a AA battery. He perched for a moment on a bush limb closer to the window and fluffed up his little feathers and away he flew, staying low and out of the cold wind that we had. <span style="color: red;"><b><i>Look at the birds of the air, they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.</i></b> </span>Well here you are with a first hand example of just how great our God is that does what He says.<br />
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Have you ever walked through a valley, a deep dark valley? I'm sure that walking through dark valleys is not something anyone does on a routine basis and when you think about it ... why would we? I mean after all, I'm scared of the dark. However, I certainly have been in my share of some pretty dark valleys in my life ... deep and dark valleys ... and I was really scared. First, the valley was deep and second, remember I'm scared of the dark. So am I talking about real valleys ... nope ... I'm talking about those times in your life that everything looked really dark and you felt like you were in a hole and could not figure out how in the world you were going to get out and you just think that you will never see daylight again. <br />
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and it was not in the direction you wanted to go. I hit a really deep valley in January 2012 while going through chemo. I had completed three rounds of chemo, I was bald and I was tired of feeling bad after those chemo treatments. I had picked up a respiratory bug <or so I thought> and my body didn't seem to be able to fight it off. I remember vividly sitting in my recliner that evening talking to my sister. As we talked and I was coughing and I felt terrible. I started crying ... hard. My sister started crying because I was crying and she could not fix it. That night I was in probably one of the deepest darkest valleys I had or have ever been in. I knew that I would eventually feel better and I knew my hair would eventually grow back ... I had no idea if I would ever quit coughing and running temperature ... but my valley was dark. I was not having a pity party, I was having an I don't feel good party and I want my hair back. Little did I know I had severe thrush and it was down my throat. I had wondered 'why' my mouth and throat hurt so bad and my tongue was white but I didn't know what thrush was. Anyway, as it turned out I was hospitalized for four days while they tried very hard to find out what was wrong with me. They determined I had a viral bronchial and lung infection that antibiotics would not clear up however, they kept me from getting anything else. They got the thrush cleared up ... by the way thrush is a direct side effect of the chemo. Back to the dark dark valley ... I made it out of that valley ... not on my own but by the grace of God. This is one of the times I always talked about that I know He was carrying me because I was so far down, I felt I couldn't get up. <To read more about this leg of my cancer journey, go to the January 23, 2012 post> <br />
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The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want,<br />
He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside the still waters,<br />
He restores my soul, He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His names sake,<br />
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil,<br />
For thou are with me. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.<br />
Thou prepares a table before me in the presence of my enemies,<br />
Thou anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over.<br />
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,<br />
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. <br />
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So whatever your deep dark valley may be today ... our precious Lord has it all in control. He will lead you out of there and restore you. That ... my friends is comforting and such a Praise to Him ... and with faith I know He already knows the outcome and I am going to be just fine. <br />
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So here's a few happenings around my house. I had the back patio enclosed and I love love love it. I have been amazed how much heat the enclosure has helped keep the house cooler. The den is the room that looks out on the patio and it stays so much cooler. The patio needs to be finished out and painted but until it gets cooler, that is not happening.<br />
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These three pics are before. I started with the pergola<br />
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Here are a couple pictures after enclosure. There are screen doors on each side ... east and west. This is the east side and the most used. The west side the screen door drags a little. Again, when it gets cooler I plan to fix the door and paint. <br />
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And here's pictures of the biggest candle tree that I have ever seen. Candle trees are annuals and this one started out about 14 inches tall and I paid $3.95 for it ... pretty good return on my money, wouldn't you say? With plenty of water they grow and grow and I think they are beautiful. It is as tall as the gutters on the eaves of the house and I know at least 11 feet wide. Do you see why they are called candle trees? The flowers resemble candles. I think the foliage is so pretty as well. <br />
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Today is my doctor appointment that will be considered my one year survivor anniversary. I had my surgery on October 18, 2011 ... so that's the date they consider me cancer free. I feel great. I do believe the bicep area of my left arm - that's the side Dr. Chow had to remove 14 lymph nodes due to the minuet amount <0.6 cm> of cancer had escaped to my sentinel node. I haven't measured my arm but I can tell my bicep is larger than before. No pain ... Praise the Lord. <br />
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The government is facing a shut down and I work for the government. I truly wonder about the people running this country. They say it's not political ... REALLY? That's all I will say but really appreciate your prayers. <br />
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I'm living life and enjoying every day. Carpe diem ... enjoy the day ... and all days to come. Look around and see how blessed you are ... don't let the negative things creep in and ruin the life you have. The life we are living is not a dress rehearsal ... it's the live production ... there will not be any do-overs. Live it to the fullest. <br />
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<b><i>Ephesians 4:31-32 ... Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ ... God forgave you. </i></b><br />
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gkmorrison12@gmail.comWalk with me ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402097937432291244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662022990556858738.post-45575648639203425982013-09-02T12:18:00.003-07:002013-09-02T12:29:18.092-07:00Reading Other Blogs ...<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">I just found a really neat blog and the woman was writing about an incident that happened at her job. For the record, I absolutely love my job and the people I work with but there have been times I have had to tell myself ... it's just a job. </span><br />
<a name='more'></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Those times are primarily when the rules changed and no one informed us/me but you know ... it's still just a job. I do the absolute best that I can and at the end of the day, I can walk out holding my head up and leave it there ... where it belongs ... at work. I pray you can do the same. Keep everything in perspective. Blessings!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></span>
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gkmorrison12@gmail.comWalk with me ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402097937432291244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662022990556858738.post-3909010509169693632013-09-01T04:15:00.005-07:002013-09-01T04:16:03.740-07:00Turn Off The Water ...During the time that I am not blogging, I am always thinking about things I want to write about, probably most of which I forget before I have or take the time to sit and write ... but during those thoughts of what I want to say, I always think about what I will name that particular blog post. I always thinking about things I want to say (if you know me then you know I am a big thinker) and during those thoughts I always think ... I can name my next blog post blah blah blah. Again, I forget. I really need to write things down more as reminders. <br />
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OK, so I admit that sometimes I forget I am watering the yard. No, I do not have a sprinkler system but will within the next two years before I retire. So I always tape this little sign where I will see it when I have started watering. I also set the timer on the microwave for my desired watering time and when it goes off, yes, I sometimes forget why I had in the microwave timer set. <laughing> That's a joke, I don't think I'm losing it quite that bad. Must do .... write down what I want to write about in my blog ... must must do ... remember why I wrote myself a random note on a blank piece of paper with weird topics. <continued laugh> <br />
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So let's see since my last post and I don't think I wrote about this but I had shingles -- again--! And this time they were in my mouth. After the blisters began filling my pallet and one big one on my throat, I took a Valtrex thinking they were fever blisters. I went to the doctor that morning and I didn't say anything about shingles and when she looked in my mouth and throat, she said ... I think this is shingles. Well that confirmed what I had thought earlier. The left side of my face on the outside was so 'touchy' and my left ear was really having pain issues. She looked in my ear and thankfully there were no blisters in my ear. Praise the Lord! She told me I had done good by beginning the Valtrex. Now shingles anywhere is a pain ... literally ... but shingles in your mouth proves very challenging. Eating for instance is a huge challenge. A few more blisters continued to form a few and they got under the two crowns on that side of my mouth. NOTE: I have great teeth it's just that three or my permanent teeth forgot to form so when I turned 55 the baby teeth that I still had decided they didn't want to live with me anymore. Hence ... my two crowns. The shingles under my crowns took quite a bit longer to clear up so the pain continued. About 2 1/2 weeks later and just recently I believe they are all healed and gone. Praise the Lord!<br />
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My clean eating is going well. I am not getting skinny but I do feel much better and have lost all the bloating in my belly area. I fully believe this is because I got off the flour and sugar and am having fresh veggies and protein (chicken and pork). <br />
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I went to my first yoga class week before last at the Joan Katz Breast Cancer center at Baylor All-Saints Hospital. Oh my goodness what sweet beautiful women I met. I talked to about 6 of the other women who were in the class and they were breast cancer survivors and also very good at yoga. I was unable to do yoga barefooted like they do but they told me it was not an issue to leave my tennis shoes on. I never go barefooted because I didn't get the feeling back in the balls of my feet and most of my toes. I cannot begin to even tell you what it feels like when I'm barefoot ... it doesn't hurt at all ... it just feels really weird. Anyway ... I felt I did really well for my first time and it was great. Last week I was sad because I was having tire issues and had to go to Sam's to get my tires checked because that dad-blasted tire light keeps coming on in the control panel and the one time ... just one time ... I ignored the light recently I almost had a flat. I cannot wait until I get my car serviced again and ask my mechanic about resetting the computer or whatever controls this light. So anyway ... let's leave that rabbit chase and go back to yoga. I loved it and will be there back row and center <laughing> this coming Tuesday.<br />
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The Texas heat is a killer right now. Uggghhhh! I am so tired or walking outside and immediately breaking into a sweat ... I'm not talking about just a mere glisten, I'm talking SWEAT. Saturday morning I was standing under a shade tree talking to my neighbor and he was telling me about having his house treated for termites because he had them ... that's another story. Anyway he was very talkative this morning and the longer he talked, the more I could feel sweat beads running through my hair and down my back ... and down the sides of my face ... oh and the real clincher is when it runs down in to my eyes. First, it stings my eyes and second, it's just down-right embarrassing. I have a sweet friend, Karin, who says I sweat worse than anyone she has ever known. I keep blaming it on the chemo still being in my system ... so what that's it's been over a year and a half ago since I took chemo and I sincerely doubt that is the reason. It could be that I no longer have any hormones floating around in my system because mother nature took a hike when I was 47 and the 'change' began then ... OR ... it could be because it's hotter than who-nods outside in Texas. Whatever the reason I sweat so bad, I know that my body gets flushed every day when I just stand outside. <br />
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And speaking of heat, if you live in Texas, I really suggest you water your foundation. I have several friends who are having foundation problems, one friend it sounds really bad what is happening to their house. Watering your foundation is cheaper than having it fixed once it starts crumbling. <br />
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I began my vacation yesterday. I started on Friday by getting my sisters (remember she lives across the street) and my front yards mowed, edged and side walks cleaned. When I got finished with that I mowed my sisters yard and blew her sidewalks and was headed to my house, I put the code in her outside garage door opener and the door started down and then kicked right back up. I thought what the heck. I'm hot and Tootie has to be at the groomers by 7:30 and her garage door decides to play games. NO!!! First thought I had that no matter that I had mowed her yard for her, she was going to kill me and all I did was open the door and mow. As it's getting latter and latter, I make the decision to disengage the door from the opener after about trying 12 times to get the darn thing down. After looking up how to fix it, it was a cinch and all is well. Praise the Lord. <br />
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Have you ever had something that you just don't want to deal with because you were afraid? I bet you are shaking your head yes right now. I learned years ago to face my fears ... be it a house issue, an appliance issue, a personal issue ... whatever. The longer I put off my fears ... the worse the fear became. Once I had faced the fear and taken action, the fear was gone. It didn't mean the issue necessarily went away but it meant that I had faced my fear. When you are diagnosed with a life threatening/life altering disease, you cannot avoid facing the fear. When I was diagnosed with breast cancer almost two years ago (September 15, 2011) the fear was living in my body and I was not going to escape it. It invaded my peace and I no choice but to face it. So today if you are facing a fear, square off and face it so you can deal with it and find a peace within. <br />
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Back in the early spring I bought three candle trees. Candle trees are annuals and gorgeously green but when the beautiful yellow flowers bloom, it's like no other plant. Here's some pictures of my largest candle tree and it has numerous blooms on it and I cannot wait for them to burst open so I can take pictures and show you. <br />
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Last Saturday my daughter and I were going to take a bike ride with her little ones. I rode my bike and pulled my baby trailer to her house so I got 2 1/2 miles in before we even started. When I got to her house she put a little air in my bike tire which felt low and right after she stepped away, the tube blew out. Well dag-gone now what? She got her bike for me and we rode over 8 miles. When we got back, she loaded my bike and trailer up in their truck and brought me home. Well during the week sometime I assume ... my front tire tube blew out also. So I currently have this scene in my garage. <br />
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I must say there was no fear taking the front tire off but taking that back tire off was causing me fear ... after all, it has all this gear stuff on it. After watching a couple of youtubes on how to remove your back bike tire without getting your hands greasy I just faced my fear and did it. And yes, I did get a little grease on my right hand. So today it's a trip to Walmart to get new tubes and one new tire. When the front tube blew, it blew the tire off the rim and boogered it up. I have absolutely no clue what happened to both tires at the same time but I knew I had to face my fears and replace them. I could have paid to have this little project done but I'm way too cheap for that. I only pay people to do things that I cannot do like pour concrete or paint my house (on the outside) ... you know things like that. <br />
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Speaking of concrete work, I recently had some concrete work done on my patio to add about 10 inches to the parameter so the it would work well when the guys come next week to enclose my patio. By the way ... I can't wait. Anyway the concrete guys had to dig quite a bit of this hard red clay dirt out to set the forms to pour the concrete. They dumped the dirt in the corner of the yard .. two rather large piles of that hard red clay... ugghhh. Well I was not going to level it with a hoe and rake so I got the hose with the fine point sprayer and melted the red clay dirt down to match up with the yard. I would say ... good job and also a small fear faced or a small dread faced. <br />
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I figure by now you probably need to either get your second cup of coffee or go potty so I will close this lengthy post. It's early Sunday morning ... I started this post yesterday and finished today. I hope you enjoyed the catch up of my little goings on. Plans are to quilt the two quilt tops I have finished and begin on two very special quilts that are going to be Christmas presents. I can't wait. I hope this blog post finds every well and good. Remember ... face your fears. You will be glad you did. <br />
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<b><i>John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart troubled, neither let it be fearful. </i></b><br />
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gkmorrison12@gmail.comWalk with me ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402097937432291244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662022990556858738.post-92033115024158256672013-08-17T11:58:00.002-07:002013-08-17T11:58:21.498-07:00What's Your Hurry? Learning to live a slowed down life is not easy for most. Everyone these days are in such a hurry ... my question? WHY? Why are you in such a hurry all the time? Did you not plan for traffic, did you hit the snooze six times, whatever the reason ... stop hurrying! As my journey through my diagnosis continues, I have realized from day one of my diagnosis ... there is no need to hurry. <br />
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This past week I had an appointment with my surgeon and all is well. I had one thing I wanted her to look at and she checked it over well and it was nothing. Praise the Lord. I go back in six months. I also had an appointment with my dermatologist. I had something I wanted him to look at and once again it was nothing. Praise the Lord. Now you might think that I say Praise the Lord a lot but let me tell you ... this is an all the time phrase for me because I do praise Him. He has brought me through the valley of the shadow of death and delivered me by the clear water. He stays with me no matter what. Praising the Lord to me is like saying thank you to you for something you have done for me. <br />
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On my way back from the dermatologist I celebrated by going through Starbucks and getting a skinny vanilla latte extra hot. YEP I paid $4.49 for it and it was worth every cent. Starbucks is not something I do as a routine but I was celebrating two reports from two of my doctors. I pulled out of Starbucks on Camp Bowie Blvd. (all you locals will know where I'm talking about) and rather than getting back on the freeway which is all under construction and all the people who would be driving on it would be in a hurry (because they have not read this blog), I decided to take the stress out of my ride back to work and stay off the freeway. It was most enjoyable. It's the little things that can mean so much. Camp Bowie Blvd. has lots of little shops and the homes that you can see are so historic.<br />
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I am having my patio turned in to a screened in patio. I cannot wait. It is something that I've always wanted to do since I've lived here. It's becoming a reality now. The concrete guys are here today added some concrete to the patio edge and it's looking great. If you need good concrete guys let me know. They are very good and they are very reasonable. Next comes the other part of screening in it. I will be able to sit out there now and not getting eaten up with mosquitoes. It will give my grand littles more area to play almost like they are outside but in the shaded porch. I'm getting excited. Can't wait. <br />
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This week has brought some really nice people into my life. The concrete guys are so nice and personable. I've really enjoyed visiting with them. I actually stop them working because we've been talking so much. Yesterday my daughter and grand daughter went to Chic Fil A near our house and as soon as we walked in, there was an older lady who was one of the hostess in the dining area. I don't know what it was but for some reason we connected. She came around with some samples of their new milk shake and it was awesome. Madelyn got all of it but I did get a taste. After a bit she came back and around we got to talking and she is involved in so many things. Battered women's and children's effort ... serves on the board of directors here locally. She also serves on some board with Harris Hospital. She is retired from one of the airlines. Just a precious lady. She ask me ... so how you doing and motioned to my compression sleeve. She knew from the sleeve that I had had breast cancer so we got talking about that. She was such a pleasure to talk to and before she walked off, she dug down in her pocket and handed me a business card looking paper and it was a coupon for a free sandwich. I felt so grateful and thanked her graciously. Cancer is scarey and it is deadly but during this past almost two years I have met so many wonderful people because of it. For that I am thankful.<br />
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I'm on a new eating routine ... clean eating. No processed foods only fresh fruits and vegetables and protein (meat). I can tell you that I feel 100% better. I haven't started losing any weight yet but honestly just eating clean makes all the difference in the world. <br />
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Well that's about it for me. I hope you are doing well and all is good in your family. Lose the stress in your life ... prepare ahead of time, look for the good and not the negative (I do not do negative), take an interest in others - life is not all about you - treat others with kindness and respect no matter what (it's hard but it's worth it), hold those you love and tell them that you love them. Life is short and you do not want to leave this world with any regrets. <br />
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The title of today's post title happened this morning at 4:45am when I took my little pooch out. Tootie and I walk out on the patio every morning as I coax her to do her business. I was standing in front of the flood lights that flood my backyard with light during the deep dark hours of the night. Have I ever mentioned that I am afraid of the dark? Well I am but that's another blog post. Anyway when you have flood lights on your patio, you have little flying insects aka bugs and when you have bugs you have those precious little geico things. Those precious little bug catchers make a noise, have you ever heard it? The first time I heard it I had no idea what it was. The noise was coming from behind a wall decoration I had hanging on my patio. I got up the nerve to move it and there were a group of friends (geicos) back there talking. I startled them and they didn't appreciate my invasion to the conversation so I left them alone. Anyway this morning I was standing in front of the flood lights and I could hear another geico conversation and turned around to look at the friends who were talking. Just as I turned around to look at Tootie, I saw it ... a falling star. You know what I did? GASP and made a wish really quick. Welllllllllllllll they always say wish upon a falling star so I did. You know what I wished for? I ain't telling you.<br />
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A week ago last Thursday I was diagnosed with shingles in my mouth. GREAT! Praise the Lord I caught it early, got to the doctor and got on the Valtrex to shut the virus down. Blisters started on Wednesday breaking out on the left side of my pallet first and then moved to my throat and gums above my teeth. The left side of my face was very tender and Praise the Lord there were not any in my left ear. The key to shingles is recognize it ... don't deny that's what it is ... catch it early to get on the suppressant to shut the virus down. And then I got a sinus infection with the left side of my head being affected the most ... yep, it's all tied in together. I have a sensitive immune system and if I get too tired things like this happen. Yesterday morning I got outside about 9:30am to do some things I wanted to get done and I got so hot that it set me back a notch or two on getting over the sinus stuff. Lesson learned ... don't do that again. <br />
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My quilting is going pretty good in my opinion. I finished quilting the first jelly roll quilt I made. I sewed the binding on it yesterday and guess what? I ripped it all off so I can start over today. It wasn't that I did anything wrong with the binding, it was perfectly cut and ironed and easy to sew on ... however, the quilt was not quite ready for the binding exercise. This quilt is my test quilt on how I want to quilt and has many different patterns some I made up myself but unless you really study it close, you wouldn't notice. OK, well maybe you would ... at least I'm doing it ... mistakes or not. The biggest step is to BEGIN. And talking about quilting, my sister and I visited went to a little quilt shop in Keller yesterday. The lady who owns it was awesome. She has such a neat set up ... one part of the building is her quilt shop and the other part is her home. She was so down to earth and was walking around barefoot and happy. The shop was three rooms with different stuff including fabric which is $6.95 yard every day the sign said. In the room in the front of the shop ... there it sat ... a long arm quilting machine. Oh how I wanted to see that thing work and lo and behold she showed me. There was a family tree quilt she had made for a customer on the machine and she quilted so much on it and gosh, that machine makes quilting so easy. Where I am moving my quilting sandwich (back fabric, batting and quilt top) to quilt, she moves the arm and it does all the work and it is so cool. She sets things up on the computer for it to run by itself and the parts that were more complex she quilting by just moving the quilting arm. Here's a picture of a long arm quilting machine ...<br />
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Speaking of beginning, today is the day that I BEGIN something else. Begin what you ask? Begin eating better and exercising more. My weight has crept up to two pounds over my Weight Watchers Lifetime goal weight and about 9 pounds over where I was this time last year. THIS IS NOT WORKING FOR ME. There are some things I cannot control ... like having had cancer but that is absolutely no reason I have to let myself go and get fat. Right? Right! Right now in Texas it's so darn hot and doesn't seem to want to cool off even close to dark time so with the heat sensitivity that I have seemed to develop over the last two years, doing anything - like riding my bike - is pretty much out of the question for now so I will use my sister's exercise bike that sits in her extra bedroom. I would love to run with my daughter, Bonnie, and when it cools off I will give it a try. I say try because I do not have much feeling in the balls of my feet and some of my toes due to the chemo. Time will tell and I plan to give it my best try. <br />
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Plans for today are to stay out of the Texas heat as much as possible and quilt. Oh and that special trip to the grocery store that I just love - NOT - however, we have a new Sprout's store close to my house. It's very bright and clean and the prices are great so it takes some of the dread away. They have organic veggies and meat so I am set up. I'll make a trip over there and get some things and I will be ready for the week. <br />
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So with the latest here at my casa, I'll bid you farewell with this ....<br />
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<b><i>1 Corinthians 6:19-20 - Or know you not that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit which is in you, which you have from God, and you are not your own? For you were bought with a price; glorify god therefore in your body. </i></b><br />
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gkmorrison12@gmail.comWalk with me ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402097937432291244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662022990556858738.post-64270437091793176112013-07-28T08:17:00.002-07:002013-07-28T08:23:13.103-07:00The Card That Didn't Make It ....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-YDLpMooLGeteWDtoiFazrAgHFdOHhefgq5o-4wSaEpbqLHMzYxY7mZEewLXXVQN2x3nHbuyloEJL8StPOSCHmMZWZ_LO3IzHnJ_Vr6fT9D59jbzviGQ0jqUrW0DAM8VguyBcQyXyj3o/s1600/127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-YDLpMooLGeteWDtoiFazrAgHFdOHhefgq5o-4wSaEpbqLHMzYxY7mZEewLXXVQN2x3nHbuyloEJL8StPOSCHmMZWZ_LO3IzHnJ_Vr6fT9D59jbzviGQ0jqUrW0DAM8VguyBcQyXyj3o/s200/127.JPG" width="148" /></a>Good Sunday morning! I write this morning with a pain in my heart. Let me explain. I found out last Tuesday a friend of mine, Stephanie (she started out as the attorney to a close family member and ended up as a friend as well as a cancer sister) was no longer practicing law due to her medical condition. CANCER! I HATE CANCER. <br />
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Life is real and we get one chance to make a difference. Death is real and when it comes, I pray that my life will have made a difference. I remind you today ... don't take life for granted, don't forget to say I love you or I'm thinking of you or whatever it is you need to say ... because tomorrow may be too late. <br />
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Stephanie has gone to Heaven where there will not be any cancer, any treatments, any pain, and no sorrow. The cancer that was in her body can no longer hurt her and today she walks whole and is renewed in the arms of Jesus. Please join me in the hours/days/nights/months and years ahead praying for the family she left behind. <br />
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Have you ever stopped and thought about --- what really matters in life? Or do you do as I did until that fateful day, September 15, 2011, took life for granted? Oh yea ... I did that. I took life and good health for granted ... and BAM <br />
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I read something yesterday that literally slapped me right in the face. The woman wrote about INV ... do you know what that stands for? I didn't but I do now and by knowing what it is, I can fight it off ... INV = Inner Negative Voice. Life before September 15, 2011, wasn't always the funnest for me because I was constantly listening to my INV. Today I can tell you if the dag gone thing starts talking ... I slap it away before it can take control of my thoughts or life. So many people probably do not realize they are listening to their INV, I sure didn't. So throw off that INV and think about all that God has given us and live the life that God intended for you. God doesn't put us in those difficult valleys but He is sure there waiting to give you a hand to start climbing out of the valley so that you do not stay there. </div>
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If you have been wondering how the gardening is going ... it's NOT. I have done away with three of the raised beds and just have one. I think I have mentioned before that I got rid of the girls (chickens) and I must tell you it was the best thing to do. Last year I had beautiful productive gardens and this year they were not good. They grew more frustration than produce. It was disheartening to know all that work that I put in to them went belly up along with the plants. Lessons learned ... have just one bed and don't try to supply the world with tomatoes and peppers. </div>
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There was a nice cloud cover this morning when I took my cup of coffee out with me when I went out with Tootie. I sat down in one of the big white rockers and drank my coffee looking around at all of God's coloring book. The grass is my back yard is green and starting to cover the spots with the raised beds were, the birds were flitting around with their friends in flocks, the clouds ... oh my goodness the beautiful of those fluffy white cotton-looking clouds were abundant. While I know God does not sleep, He must have decided to get His colors out and all of a sudden the clouds took on a slight reddish tint. Yep, God was up there coloring just for me. Amazing. </div>
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My little pooch that had gotten so sick is back to her old self. Steroids are amazing and bless her heart, she's had several of them. I called the vet yesterday to let him know that we had finished the steroids on Monday and that she was doing great. He told me that was the best news he had gotten all day. So for now he says to watch her and if she slips back into the weakness in her legs to let him know immediately. It is such a blessing to see her up and walking good and even running and who knew you could miss a bark so much and she is a little tub-o after gaining back her weight. Thankful for this little pooch who has been my little pal for 8 years.</div>
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In closing ... I suggest you look around and thank God for what you see and what you have rather than looking around and saying ... if only I had .... You have a lot to be thankful for so appreciate it and give your self a break. I have a sweet friend who told me last year ... After my brain surgery I decided I was going to do the things I enjoy ... whatever that might be. We never know how long we have here on earth so enjoy your life. Thank you Karin. Your words have echoed in my ears many times since we had that chat. </div>
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Blessings abound... and most of them are right in front of your eyes. </div>
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