…soon I will be able to write more and share. Oh, how it pains me not to use my time to do it, but oh how I would feel so guilty when I know should be doing other things. So soon my friends (if you’re still there)-SOON I PRAY! Good-night!

“Life is hard and rough but God’s strength will never fail.”

…As I have just learned that the House voted in favor of the $940 billion health-care reform. I’m sad, but it also makes me angry! (The only words to describe how I feel about this whole thing are “dumb, dumb, dumb!”) Ever since the beginning of this new administration, my hatred toward lying and bribery [...]

…For the lack of posts over the…well, long time! And I’m afraid it might be like this for a while longer. *sniff* (Please don’t abandon me forever!) Life has been pretty busy. I wonder where my day has gone and then I realize it was occupied by by stuff, stuff, stuff. I can’t even post [...]

So here we are again; we’ve ended another year, and without a comforting song all year long, I don’t think I would have made it. Thank you Lord for using this song to turn my heart and eyes back to you and for helping me release all the impurities/dirtiness inside of me. I’d Rather Have [...]

As some of you might not know, I received surgery on my left leg 3 weeks ago. The reason in doing this was to correct some of my toeing in caused by my CP. You can pray with us that this correction will last a lifetime and that it will heal properly so I can [...]

I decided it was high time one of my favorite friends came over and spent the night; so, we planned it, scheduled it, and made it happen! We had a blast! We made some pizza (and ate it), watched movies, played a game, had ice cream, slept, made some earrings, ate some more pizza…and then [...]

This little girl started at 2!!!!!!! She has such a sweet heart…and she’s adorable! My mouth was dropped!

“The Music You Make is a Picture of Who You Are.”-Author?

Dedicated to those who serve and have served for my freedom~ In Flanders Fields by John McCrae, May 1915 In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. [...]