Because you exist

We spent another weekend with our children. Our youngest son told me he was making another music DVD for me. I asked only that the music  be Christian, as secular leaves a deep void and vacumn that sucks the life out of me.

Some of these songs I had never ever heard.  There beauty fills me up inside and gives me crazy crazy heart and life to know how blessed I am to be alive, to love and feel love and belong to the un-God of Acts 17.

One of the songs Cody bought and recorded on this DVD is “Sleeping At Last” by Ryan O’Neal.  His  GIFT of music and poetry is complete! Precious to have ears to hear such a song and words and to know love.

“You taught me the courage of stars before you left

How light carries on endlessly even after Death

With shortness of breath You explained the Infinite

How Rare and Beautiful it is to even exist

I couldn’t help but ask for you to say it all again

I tried to write it down but I could never find a pen

I’d give anything to hear you say it one more time

That the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes …..

I couldn’t help but ask for you to say it all again

I tired to write it down but I could never find a pen

With shortness of Breath

I’ll explain the infinite

How rare and Beautiful it truly is that we exist.”     Ryan O’Neil

God, His love and those He brings into our life so we realize  how deep rare and precious love is.  I would live my life over again just to know and feel what I have been blessed to know and feel.  Thank You God.  How alive I am.





Keelee’s Miracle Fall

Over spring break our daughter and her family rented a condo on the beach in San Diego, Cal. One evening my daughter opened the full size window to let in the ocean breezes and sounds.  Our almost 6 year old granddaughter, who was sitting in front of the window, stood up, lost her balance and disappeared out the window. There were people down below who stayed with Keelee while Karen ran downstairs. When Karen got to Keelee, Keelee stood up and said, “That felt like I landed on a pillow, Mommy” They took her to the hospital and had her checked out and she did not even have a concussion. She had black eyes, scraps and bruises but no other injuries.

I held her the following week and looked at her precious beautiful face and you could only see a pink spot above her left eye where the scratch had been. Underneath her eyes looked, to a discerning eye of a grandmother, like she had a bit of darkness from food allergies, her black eyes were that healed already.

Karen took a picture of the spot her face implanted into the ground. On the right side were walking stones and on the left were two large boulders. They also measured the distances she had fallen. It was 20 feet.

Praising the one true God who chose to protect and save Keelee’s precious life.  XOXO

Community in a Ghost Town

This past late summer early fall our oldest daughter called and asked to come to their home for Christmas this year. We have been looking forward to this Christmas even more than usual.

Our daughter told us we would be going to the Christmas Eve service at their church in a Ghost town, in Buffalo, Montana.

All the buildings are boarded up, except for the church and the parsonage. We drove their Saturday evening, Christmas Eve. The church is a hundred years old, well maintained and beautiful, but the real beauty are the saints that meet in this building and the Pastor and his wife.  It was such a precious real time of community and connecting and you knew the Holy Spirit was alive and present.

Before the service the Pastor and his wife introduced themselves, asked our names and then told us what was going on. Each family went up one family at a time and had communion with the Pastor and then he prayed for each of us by name. All the years I have gone to church and all the Pastors I have heard, never have I been to one like that with such personal connection. I did not know such connection could be made like that.  I have grown and changed so much so it is probably me but I would move there in a heart beat to attend such a church and be far away from the busyness of city life.

I deeply want to leave this rapidly growing city.  If God would let us I would move in a heartbeat!

What a precious Christmas and connecting with our kids and grand kids. XO

“That tugs on my heart strings”

I heard the phrase yesterday, “That tugs on my heart strings…”

I wanted to know what it meant, therefore I typed it into the computer and a page on Pinterest came up. I read several of the quotes-writings and am re-posting a few on here. It is a gathering of other writers but their names are not given so i do not know who wrote these.  It was not me, but I appreciate what they say……

“When you get to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty or looks. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body, but not your heart. That’s why when you really connect with a person, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”      Author unknown.

“I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates or love at first sight, but I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.” Author unknown



“Success is not final; failure is not fatal: It is the courage to continue that counts.”                                                                                                                  Winston Churchill