Louder Than the Voices

I first posted this back in January but forgot to link it to Facebook. So, I am reposting today. To the whole 4 people who read it the first time, sorry, you have a repeat today. ALSO, I am extremely humbled by the response to my post last week. over 1300 people read it. I hope it helped someone, or changed a situation. My normal weekly readership is less than 200 so I am in utter shock, but again, just praying it might have changed things for someone. To those of you who shared it, thank you.  My blog doesn't make me any money or anything like that. I just do it is a service to my Lord and Savior. (orig post 1-20-18)   Good morning everyone! Happy Saturday! My full intentions this morning was to post a little poem I learned about last week at our conference. God said, no. So, I am what I feel like is pressed for time, but have to expound on this a little. So, I am sitting in Houston last week, at the close of one of the best conferences I have been ...

Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a little boy who had a mommy and daddy who loved him very much. He lived in a house with both his mommy and his daddy. When he started kindergarten, he went home and asked why mommy and daddy lived in the same house. This was one of the first things that he was made fun of for.  When he was about in third grade, and his mommy and daddy would take him places, he would go home and ask why kids would make fun of him for doing things with his parents- THIRD GRADE. He was not a big kid, and not very tall. by 5th grade, he became a punching bag for another boy on the bus ride home. His mom's first advice was to pray for the little boy that was hitting him. After being bruised up too many times, and the bus driver not seeing it happen-- (and consequently saying it didn't happen when the mom called the school) the mom says, "just once, hit him back". That may not have been the best advice to give, but she did. That ended u...

Two weeks ago today, I was off on an adventure with three of my best friends. We call ourselves the LIHEAP sisters ( thanks to Christine Westerlund for naming us). I say all the time, that I truly do feel things happen for certain reasons. Kathy and I were driving to Geneva, to meet the other two. It was time for a break, so we were in search of someplace to stop. Our choices were McDonalds or the truckstop. I have been doing a morning green juice since the day after Christmas and this day, I had ran out of time. I asked if we could stop at the truck stop because there was more of a chance of finding at least a bottled green juice. You never know what you will find at a truck stop. We walked in the door and there was a spinner of books, Christian books. We both stopped immediately. One particular book caught my eye (though I ended up buying several). But this book, What if God Wrote Your Bucket List was seriously screaming, "you NEED me!". The full title has "52 thin...