My sixth grandchild.....a boy......is due this month.I'm so excited I can't stand it. Hubby and I are all packed so as soon as we get the call off to Boston we go.Please pray all goes well for all concerned
My daughter and her family will be going as well.....I'm sure they may be overwhelmed but we are all staying at hotels and will only visit when they are comfortable have us.My grandchildren(Isaiah,9 and Ariannah and Jordyn almost 13) have never been to Boston so am looking forward to showing them around a little when we are'nt with the baby.
Have a blessed day!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunrise
The sun rises and another day turns its face westward with the dawn. What awaits us as we spy the light, sharing its brightness with each passing minute, casting golden rays upon the newborn day? It buries the dark, rising, overpowering the night and making yesterdays varying triumphs and failures fade; bringing hope for today. She renews each piece of earth from horizon to here as I watch; Field and prairie ablaze with red, yellow and glowing orange. Twinkling white diamonds of water; ponds, lakes, streams, even mighty oceans rise to glow in the shimmering greatness of gentle rays. Living things await the coming day, some to rise, some to sleep, But all know it is a new day, with new choices, given to us, rising, on the Hand of God. ......AUTHOR UNKNOWN TO ME.....
Sunday, March 28, 2010
I wish for you.....
I Wish For You...Comfort on difficult days, Smiles when sadness intrudes, Rainbows to follow the clouds, Laughter to kiss your lips, Sunsets to warm your heart, Gentle hugs when spirits sag, Friendships to brighten your being, Beauty for your eyes to see, Confidence for when you doubt, Faith so that you can believe, Courage to know yourself, Patience to accept the truth, And love to complete your life. And if you can't have all that... Then I wish you enough chocolate to make it through the tough times... by Unknown
THINGS TO REMEMBER
Each heart knows its own bitterness, and no one else can share its joy (Proverbs 14:10) A happy heart makes the face cheerful, but heartache crushes the spirit (Proverbs 15:13) A perverse man stirrs up dissension, and a gossip separates close friends (Proverbs 16:28) He who covers an offense promotes love, but whoever repeats the matter separates close friends (Proverbs 17:9) A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones (Pro 17:22) ***Many a man clain to have unfailing love, but a faithful man, who can find? (Proverbs 20:6) An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips (Proverbs 24:26)
Thursday, March 25, 2010
God's Crayons
God's Crayons A young man almost three, Sat upon his mothers knee, With crayons in his hand, His masterpiece he planned. Brilliant crayons he did love, And never grew tired of, Colors so amazingly bright, Like a glowing prism light! The evening sunset phasing, Like a red-hot flame blazing, Radiant colors so enhanced, His eager little eyes danced. With excitement so delirious, In a soft voice so serious, Said mother-mother look, As her hand in his he took. Never dropping his gaze, Like a mesmerizing daze, Staring at the splendid hue, God-has crayons too.( by Georgie M. Kusak )
Thursday Already??????
Where does the time go? Each and every day flies by faster than the last. It was'nt like that last summer though,after Mom died. Each day was long,sad and downright dreadful.....Things are'nt really that much better now but I am coping better and that's a major blessing!.....Mom passed in July (on my twin grandaughters 12th birthday :( ) and in September we got news from son and wife that the miracle we had been praying for had been delivered......the baby they had waited and worked sooooooooooooooooooooo hard for(story someday) was due in the Spring!I am just sure MJom had something to with it....LOL.....so the due date is four we weeks away and we are all planning to go to Boston as soon as the little guy is born!
Have a happy and blessed day.....Karen
Have a happy and blessed day.....Karen
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
THOUGHT FOR TODAY......
"We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope."MARTIN LUTHER KING
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Everyone Needs Someone.....
Everyone Needs SomeonePeople need people and friends need friends And we all need love for a full life depends Not on vast riches or great acclaim, Not on success or on worldy fame, But just in knowing that someone cares And holds us close in their thoughts and prayers- For only the knowledge that we're understood Makes everyday living feel wonderfully good, And we rob ourselves of life's greatest need When we "lock up our hearts" and fail to heed The outstretched hand reaching to find A kindred spirit whose heart and mind Are lonely and longing to somehow share Our joys and sorrows and to make us aware That life's completeness and richness depends On the things we share with our loved ones and friends. by Helen Steiner Rice
Spring Has Sprung!
......and with it more drama in my life....but than again what else is knew??????The longer hrs. of sunlight help ease the pain of the increasing depresson that is creeping into every part of my body.....I have so very much to be thankful for yet.................yet so much I pray will just go away,never to return........Instead f facing the current drama(s) playing out in the lives of my children ,grandchildren and friends I choose instead to have my prozac upped and to sleep every chance I get!.....talk about running away.....That would be me!
When I get like this so many things from the past bother me more than usual....like the disappearance of an 11 year old boy (Jalick Rainwalker) ,a boy from my area over two years ago.Everything points to his step=father but not enough to have him arrested.I pray the Lord delivers the answers to our prayers soon......soooooooo many people have fallen in love with this child!
Must run.....gotta get busy around here.....have a great day,....Bkessings!....Karen
When I get like this so many things from the past bother me more than usual....like the disappearance of an 11 year old boy (Jalick Rainwalker) ,a boy from my area over two years ago.Everything points to his step=father but not enough to have him arrested.I pray the Lord delivers the answers to our prayers soon......soooooooo many people have fallen in love with this child!
Must run.....gotta get busy around here.....have a great day,....Bkessings!....Karen
Monday, March 8, 2010
FAITH
I CAN DO ALL THINGS THOUGH
CHRIST WO STRENTHENS ME,
PHILIPPIANS 4:13
GOD'S LOVE TO ALL!.....KAREN
CHRIST WO STRENTHENS ME,
PHILIPPIANS 4:13
GOD'S LOVE TO ALL!.....KAREN
I Love Every Thing About the History of Boston.....
INCLUDING IT'S POETRY!.....
LISTEN, my children, and you shall hearOf the midnight ride of Paul Revere,On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:Hardly a man is now aliveWho remembers that famous day and year.He said to his friend,—“If the British marchBy land or sea from the town to-night,Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry-archOf the North-Church-tower, as a signal-light,—One if by land, and two if by sea;And I on the opposite shore will be,Ready to ride and spread the alarmThrough every Middlesex village and farm,For the country-folk to be up and to arm.”Then he said good-night, and with muffled oarSilently rowed to the Charlestown shore,Just as the moon rose over the bay,Where swinging wide at her moorings layThe Somersett, British man-of-war:A phantom ship, with each mast and sparAcross the moon like a prison bar,And a huge, black hulk, that was magnifiedBy its own reflection in the tide.Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and streetWanders and watches with eager ears,Till in the silence around him he hearsThe muster of men at the barrack-door,The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,And the measured tread of the grenadiersMarching down to their boats on the shore.Then he climbed to the tower of the church,Up the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,To the belfry-chamber overhead,And startled the pigeons from their perchOn the sombre rafters, that round him madeMasses and moving shapes of shade,—Up the light ladder, slender and tall,To the highest window in the wall,Where he paused to listen and look downA moment on the roofs of the town,And the moonlight flowing over all.Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the deadIn their night-encampment on the hill,Wrapped in silence so deep and stillThat he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread,The watchful night-wind, as it wentCreeping along from tent to tent,And seeming to whisper, “All is well!”A moment only he feels the spellOf the place and the hour, the secret dreadOf the lonely belfry and the dead;For suddenly all his thoughts are bentOn a shadowy something far away,Where the river widens to meet the bay,—A line of black, that bends and floatsOn the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride,On the opposite shore walked Paul RevereNow he patted his horse’s side,Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,Then impetuous stamped the earth,And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;But mostly he watched with eager searchThe belfry tower of the old North Church,As it rose above the graves on the hill,Lonely, and spectral, and sombre, and still.And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s heightA glimmer, and then a gleam of light!He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,But lingers and gazes, till full on his sightA second lamp in the belfry burns!A hurry of hoofs in a village-street,A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a sparkStruck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet:That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,The fate of a nation was riding that night;And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,Kindled the land into flame with its heat.It was twelve by the village-clock,When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.He heard the crowing of the cock,And the barking of the farmer’s dog,And felt the damp of the river-fog,That rises when the sun goes down.It was one by the village-clock,When he rode into Lexington.He saw the gilded weathercockSwim in the moonlight as he passed,And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare,Gaze at him with a spectral glare,As if they already stood aghastAt the bloody work they would look upon.It was two by the village-clock,When he came to the bridge in Concord town.He heard the bleating of the flock,And the twitter of birds among the trees,And felt the breath of the morning-breezeBlowing over the meadows brown.And one was safe and asleep in his bedWho at the bridge would be first to fall,Who that day would be lying dead,Pierced by a British musket ball.You know the rest. In the books you have readHow the British regulars fired and fled,—How the farmers gave them ball for ball,From behind each fence and farmyard-wall,Chasing the red-coats down the lane,Then crossing the fields to emerge againUnder the trees at the turn of the road,And only pausing to fire and load.So through the night rode Paul Revere;And so through the night went his cry of alarmTo every Middlesex village and farm,—A cry of defiance, and not of fear,—A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,And a word that shall echo forevermore!For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,Through all our history, to the last,In the hour of darkness and peril and need,The people will waken and listen to hearThe hurrying hoof-beat of that steed,And the midnight-message of Paul Revere.
LISTEN, my children, and you shall hearOf the midnight ride of Paul Revere,On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:Hardly a man is now aliveWho remembers that famous day and year.He said to his friend,—“If the British marchBy land or sea from the town to-night,Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry-archOf the North-Church-tower, as a signal-light,—One if by land, and two if by sea;And I on the opposite shore will be,Ready to ride and spread the alarmThrough every Middlesex village and farm,For the country-folk to be up and to arm.”Then he said good-night, and with muffled oarSilently rowed to the Charlestown shore,Just as the moon rose over the bay,Where swinging wide at her moorings layThe Somersett, British man-of-war:A phantom ship, with each mast and sparAcross the moon like a prison bar,And a huge, black hulk, that was magnifiedBy its own reflection in the tide.Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and streetWanders and watches with eager ears,Till in the silence around him he hearsThe muster of men at the barrack-door,The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,And the measured tread of the grenadiersMarching down to their boats on the shore.Then he climbed to the tower of the church,Up the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,To the belfry-chamber overhead,And startled the pigeons from their perchOn the sombre rafters, that round him madeMasses and moving shapes of shade,—Up the light ladder, slender and tall,To the highest window in the wall,Where he paused to listen and look downA moment on the roofs of the town,And the moonlight flowing over all.Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the deadIn their night-encampment on the hill,Wrapped in silence so deep and stillThat he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread,The watchful night-wind, as it wentCreeping along from tent to tent,And seeming to whisper, “All is well!”A moment only he feels the spellOf the place and the hour, the secret dreadOf the lonely belfry and the dead;For suddenly all his thoughts are bentOn a shadowy something far away,Where the river widens to meet the bay,—A line of black, that bends and floatsOn the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride,On the opposite shore walked Paul RevereNow he patted his horse’s side,Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,Then impetuous stamped the earth,And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;But mostly he watched with eager searchThe belfry tower of the old North Church,As it rose above the graves on the hill,Lonely, and spectral, and sombre, and still.And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s heightA glimmer, and then a gleam of light!He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,But lingers and gazes, till full on his sightA second lamp in the belfry burns!A hurry of hoofs in a village-street,A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a sparkStruck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet:That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,The fate of a nation was riding that night;And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,Kindled the land into flame with its heat.It was twelve by the village-clock,When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.He heard the crowing of the cock,And the barking of the farmer’s dog,And felt the damp of the river-fog,That rises when the sun goes down.It was one by the village-clock,When he rode into Lexington.He saw the gilded weathercockSwim in the moonlight as he passed,And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare,Gaze at him with a spectral glare,As if they already stood aghastAt the bloody work they would look upon.It was two by the village-clock,When he came to the bridge in Concord town.He heard the bleating of the flock,And the twitter of birds among the trees,And felt the breath of the morning-breezeBlowing over the meadows brown.And one was safe and asleep in his bedWho at the bridge would be first to fall,Who that day would be lying dead,Pierced by a British musket ball.You know the rest. In the books you have readHow the British regulars fired and fled,—How the farmers gave them ball for ball,From behind each fence and farmyard-wall,Chasing the red-coats down the lane,Then crossing the fields to emerge againUnder the trees at the turn of the road,And only pausing to fire and load.So through the night rode Paul Revere;And so through the night went his cry of alarmTo every Middlesex village and farm,—A cry of defiance, and not of fear,—A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,And a word that shall echo forevermore!For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,Through all our history, to the last,In the hour of darkness and peril and need,The people will waken and listen to hearThe hurrying hoof-beat of that steed,And the midnight-message of Paul Revere.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
As The New Week Starts....
REMEMBER......
Because He LivesWords and music by William J. Gaither© 1971
Matthew 28:6"He is not here: for he is risen, as he said.Come, see the place where the Lord lay."
God sent His son, they called Him, Jesus;He came to love, heal and forgive;He lived and died to buy my pardon,An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!
ChorusBecause He lives, I can face tomorrow,Because He lives, all fear is gone;Because I know He holds the future,And life is worth the living,Just because He lives!
How sweet to hold a newborn baby,And feel the pride and joy he gives;But greater still the calm assurance:This child can face uncertain days because He Lives!
ChorusBecause He lives, I can face tomorrow,Because He lives, all fear is gone;Because I know He holds the future,And life is worth the living,Just because He lives!
And then one day, I'll cross the river,I'll fight life's final war with pain;And then, as death gives way to vict'ry,I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives!
ChorusBecause He lives, I can face tomorrow,Because He lives, all fear is gone;Because I know He holds the future,And life is worth the living,Just because He lives!
HAVE A HAPPY A SAFE WEEK!.....kAREN
Because He LivesWords and music by William J. Gaither© 1971
Matthew 28:6"He is not here: for he is risen, as he said.Come, see the place where the Lord lay."
God sent His son, they called Him, Jesus;He came to love, heal and forgive;He lived and died to buy my pardon,An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!
ChorusBecause He lives, I can face tomorrow,Because He lives, all fear is gone;Because I know He holds the future,And life is worth the living,Just because He lives!
How sweet to hold a newborn baby,And feel the pride and joy he gives;But greater still the calm assurance:This child can face uncertain days because He Lives!
ChorusBecause He lives, I can face tomorrow,Because He lives, all fear is gone;Because I know He holds the future,And life is worth the living,Just because He lives!
And then one day, I'll cross the river,I'll fight life's final war with pain;And then, as death gives way to vict'ry,I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives!
ChorusBecause He lives, I can face tomorrow,Because He lives, all fear is gone;Because I know He holds the future,And life is worth the living,Just because He lives!
HAVE A HAPPY A SAFE WEEK!.....kAREN
Happy Sunday....
Can you believe that God has blessed us with another week? Let's thank Him for His Kindness by being kind to others! PTL!
Am followering several creative cooking blogs....looking interesting......of course interested in all Christian blogs .Day-care blogs,and Grandma blogs.
Also since my son wife and soon to be grandson live in the Boston area I have fallen love with that city.....so spent alot of today viewing a number of really cool Boston Blogs.I f you know of any blogs like these sure would like to hear about them.....Also my DIL is from Haiti and if anyone knows of blogs concerning that area ......really would appreciate it......thanks ahead of time.
Got rather a funny comment from a blogger I met a long time ago.She wishes me luck,has my email addy so we can keep in touch but she will not be following this blog.Why?Because she once followd 250 blogs and is know sorting thru them! 250 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.....I love this beautiful woman to death but does someone ned a life or what???????LOL....God bless here
Have I mentioned my love of cats?My kitty Suzie is NEVER allowed out......last nite I looked out the window near dusk and there my lovely black cat sat in the middle of the road......so I ran out to get her.She did act odd.She did'nt climb up on my shoulders,as usual and she smelled Different.....But instead of paying any attention to these oddities I put her in the downstairs family areaa for the evening....
Imagine my surprise when I opened the door this morning to let Suzie up followed by the cat I brought in last nIght!!!!!.....LOL.....I definately need more sleep.....Until I can find her home Sadie will stay with us......hubby is soooooooooooooooooooooooo happy NOT!
Have a blessed week.....Karen
Am followering several creative cooking blogs....looking interesting......of course interested in all Christian blogs .Day-care blogs,and Grandma blogs.
Also since my son wife and soon to be grandson live in the Boston area I have fallen love with that city.....so spent alot of today viewing a number of really cool Boston Blogs.I f you know of any blogs like these sure would like to hear about them.....Also my DIL is from Haiti and if anyone knows of blogs concerning that area ......really would appreciate it......thanks ahead of time.
Got rather a funny comment from a blogger I met a long time ago.She wishes me luck,has my email addy so we can keep in touch but she will not be following this blog.Why?Because she once followd 250 blogs and is know sorting thru them! 250 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.....I love this beautiful woman to death but does someone ned a life or what???????LOL....God bless here
Have I mentioned my love of cats?My kitty Suzie is NEVER allowed out......last nite I looked out the window near dusk and there my lovely black cat sat in the middle of the road......so I ran out to get her.She did act odd.She did'nt climb up on my shoulders,as usual and she smelled Different.....But instead of paying any attention to these oddities I put her in the downstairs family areaa for the evening....
Imagine my surprise when I opened the door this morning to let Suzie up followed by the cat I brought in last nIght!!!!!.....LOL.....I definately need more sleep.....Until I can find her home Sadie will stay with us......hubby is soooooooooooooooooooooooo happy NOT!
Have a blessed week.....Karen
Friday, March 5, 2010
Infertility posts
.....as time where's on you may wonder why I read so many,many of these blogs.Gathering all the info I can to pass on to my son and his wife.No one ever plans on being a bum, an addict if infertile.!......It's a rollercoaster like none other.I want to thanks so many bloggers on this subject that gave the kids,more avenues and hope......today I started packing my suitcase for my trip to Boston! That's right ladies our special little boy is epected to make his appearance in early April.....I will be staying in a hotel(cheap) while I am there.I do not want to intrude at this very special time.........but I'm not staying 4 hours away either. I might be considerate but am NOT crazy.....lol.....Prayers being said......Karen
Thursday, March 4, 2010
" do not know where else to look, but up to the God who says He is our help, our healer and our provider. O Jesus, we are looking to you, where else can we go?".......a great quote from your post Susan......your prayers our with us.Whenever we are burdened or free from burden where IS the only place to turn?To our Heavenly father who answers AlLL our prayers in His time and as will ne done.......God be with us Karen
A Great way To Start your Day!
And Jabez called on the God of Israel saying, "Oh, that You would bless me indeed, and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would be with me, and that You would keep me from evil, that I may not cause pain." So God granted him what he requested.
I Chronicles 4:10 NKJV.........blessings and love to all....Karen
I Chronicles 4:10 NKJV.........blessings and love to all....Karen
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Thank-you God!
Several weeks ago while plauing biddy basketball our 9 yr. grandson Isaiah developd severe breathing problems.The coach took him out but it happend the following week-end as well.So my daughter and her hubby took Isaiah to the Dr.s.He was diagnosed with excercise -induced asthma and given medication.But Vinnie questioned the Dr. abnout the possibility of heart problems.That was the part where I totally checked out of this world to my own little world.So,The Dr. set up an appointment with a cardiologist.That was the part where I went looking for a tall building to jump off!Actually I went to the chaqel and prayed and prayed and waited until today at 4:15 for the results......heart is PERFECT!PTL!.I probably will need a transplant :) after this but the little fellow is doingjust fine!
It's been along day.Especially at the Day-Care.One Mom called to tell me she could'nt pay me this week because they had just bought a new big screen t.v.I said not to worry about it.And feel free to bring the kids back when you can pay me.So w worked out a deal where she'll pay me half this week plus the rest next week plus what she'll owe me for the week.....Sometimes I wish I had never quit teching!.....But I sure do love my little munckins.....
Well off bed 4:30 comes really early.....Gods love and blessings to all!
It's been along day.Especially at the Day-Care.One Mom called to tell me she could'nt pay me this week because they had just bought a new big screen t.v.I said not to worry about it.And feel free to bring the kids back when you can pay me.So w worked out a deal where she'll pay me half this week plus the rest next week plus what she'll owe me for the week.....Sometimes I wish I had never quit teching!.....But I sure do love my little munckins.....
Well off bed 4:30 comes really early.....Gods love and blessings to all!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
A Quick thought.....
......as the day care kids are trashing the toy room,I just wanted to take a quick minute to remind us all that God is good.....All the time!.....He knows our needs/wants better than we do.......we are His children.....and as children he understands fully when we mess up.....Christian is not the same as being perfect.
So don't be surprised WHEN you hear some venting ,complaining or even#@%&* on here.God and love be with you.......and be good to yourslf!.....hugs,Karen
So don't be surprised WHEN you hear some venting ,complaining or even#@%&* on here.God and love be with you.......and be good to yourslf!.....hugs,Karen
Monday, March 1, 2010
Can I count......
....or not??????? Obviously NOT!.....In my first post I said we have FIVE grandchildren and are expecting our SEVENTH!......Hello,Karen .....what happened to number SIX???????LOL.....
Well Trey.von is our sixth grandchild and doing very well.He is now in the eighth month of Mommy's and Daddy's pregnancy.
Son and his wife tried for well over a year to conceive.Took all sort of tests and came up with nothing.
F inally labled it "undetermined infertility" and two months later they were pregnant....go figure.There have been a few concerns with this pregnancy.Concerns I'll go into eventually.But since these concerns still linger I don't feel comfortable talking of them. However, we have a kind and loving God so I am putting all my faith in him!
Still digging out from the 40 inches of snow we got last week.Well I'm not exactly digging out but I AM watching others!....lol.....until the next time....stay happy!
Well Trey.von is our sixth grandchild and doing very well.He is now in the eighth month of Mommy's and Daddy's pregnancy.
Son and his wife tried for well over a year to conceive.Took all sort of tests and came up with nothing.
F inally labled it "undetermined infertility" and two months later they were pregnant....go figure.There have been a few concerns with this pregnancy.Concerns I'll go into eventually.But since these concerns still linger I don't feel comfortable talking of them. However, we have a kind and loving God so I am putting all my faith in him!
Still digging out from the 40 inches of snow we got last week.Well I'm not exactly digging out but I AM watching others!....lol.....until the next time....stay happy!
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