tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65354734890544737862024-03-21T14:08:24.580-07:00Where The Healing BeginsTerrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-7642186520918041162022-01-31T13:00:00.001-08:002022-02-12T10:17:44.190-08:00In the Arms of a Loving Father<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZqhBrOE2I2e-tSWuibQceLouA2ZO-Zo3QwJ-7Nw8TETYsoPyOtsjaDO5obnzL5ajE5dQzq34Z8UxWx-uaTj4-8MXh8-GxQpi0FNMof0c8gZsO00aczWGcq-YQ_tZ8Va134_v00jPJn8VePujV6zF7Jl1VCnsAUyHc5L1fSh2qf064ZM3y_sqjzsJw0g=s279" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="279" data-original-width="157" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZqhBrOE2I2e-tSWuibQceLouA2ZO-Zo3QwJ-7Nw8TETYsoPyOtsjaDO5obnzL5ajE5dQzq34Z8UxWx-uaTj4-8MXh8-GxQpi0FNMof0c8gZsO00aczWGcq-YQ_tZ8Va134_v00jPJn8VePujV6zF7Jl1VCnsAUyHc5L1fSh2qf064ZM3y_sqjzsJw0g=w180-h320" width="180" /></a></div> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Recently my granddaughter took a bad fall that required a trip to the local emergency for some stitches. She was just being a typical little girl, playing with her big brother. I was told my granddaughter was having fun running around the floor when she tripped over her feet and, with a thud, she hit the edge of the coffee table.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Her father scooped her up in his arms to comfort her as she cried. There was blood coming from her nose, but it soon became apparent when they went to wipe her nose that the corner of her nostril was detached, and the situation became much more serious. My heart goes out to my son and daughter-in-law as I'm sure I would have felt my heart in my throat and my knees buckle when I saw what they must have seen at that moment. It was obvious this was going to require a trip to the Emergency room.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">If you've ever had to go to the Emergency, you know you're probably looking at 3-6 hours from the time you arrive to the time you leave. That's a long time to wait for anyone and, in my opinion, that's a lot to ask of a 20-month-old toddler. Now I'm not sure how the decision of who would take her was made, but it was my son who took her to the Emergency while my Daughter-in-law stayed home to be with our grandson. It is my understanding my son and granddaughter had to sit 3 hours in the waiting room before they even got to see a doctor for the initial exam and approximately another 2 before they were fixed and released to go home.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As messy and as upsetting as this story is, I love the story behind the story! You see, it's a story of two parents that love and care for their children. They were there for them, watching over them, allowing them the freedom to play and explore and yet when a crisis happened, they immediately sprung into action. They tended to their needs, in this case medical.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I love how my granddaughter felt safe in the arms of both her mom and her dad. It amazes me that she could sit for what ended up being hours on her daddy's lap in the Emergency waiting room. To me that's a good indication she felt safe and secure in the arms of her daddy. I can only imagine the conversations they had or the silly games they must have had to make up to pass the time. My son would have had to meet her at her level of childlike thinking to keep her calm and content enough to stay with him all those hours. As parents we need to get quite creative sometimes to hold our little one's attention!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSv01PpDLepLtvcjWwfJcP9FI6u9M4TMb61NAcVcF3DVAcUP4L4so_HxFDBBecfPGdDwu1Whxiy7krwC1Uz39MU985WvdUpr9gEL4ZwcyQ2Mjbeq8AgeA8RttaZHT9Jddjlt0Lzw7CLGWR1is6Ithkytl8kxUj-fKcH6n_F22DP4rJpxZgvY7j2N64_g=s640" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="426" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhSv01PpDLepLtvcjWwfJcP9FI6u9M4TMb61NAcVcF3DVAcUP4L4so_HxFDBBecfPGdDwu1Whxiy7krwC1Uz39MU985WvdUpr9gEL4ZwcyQ2Mjbeq8AgeA8RttaZHT9Jddjlt0Lzw7CLGWR1is6Ithkytl8kxUj-fKcH6n_F22DP4rJpxZgvY7j2N64_g=w213-h320" width="213" /></a></div><br />What I love about this story from the spiritual perspective as a believer in the New Covenant of Grace is how it reveals the story of a loving God, a God of love and compassion, mercy and grace. A God that allows us the freedom to explore and make mistakes, and yet a God that will come to our rescue in our time of need. You see, He was there all along! He doesn't promise us that our life will be perfect, for we live in a fallen world and as I've heard my son say "sh*t happens!", but He does promise that He will never leave us not forsake us.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He even says that He will remain faithful even when we are not! I love how, just as my granddaughter sat on her daddy's lap and in his arms, we too can find safety and comfort in the arms of a loving Heavenly Father. His arms are always open, and we can climb up on His lap any time of day or night and He will comfort us in His embrace. Imagine if my son had told his daughter that she had to clean herself off, quit crying and wipe the blood off her own face before she could sit in his lap? I know he would never do that, nor would a loving Heavenly Father. We don't have to be afraid to come to Him as we are, crying or bloody for He is patient and accepting, He will listen to us and wants us to be rest assured that He can be trusted. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Imagine the hurt it would have caused if my son or daughter-in-law had gotten angry with my granddaughter, or told her that it was her mistake, and she must just live with the consequences of her actions? And yes, my granddaughter may very well have a small scar form the cut, but she will not bear any deep emotional or spiritual scars as she would have if she was rejected by them because of her accident.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No conversation or interaction is too childlike for God. He just wants us to simply come as we are, with all our worries and burdens, wounds, scars, and all; be they physical, emotional and or spiritual.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He'll meet us right where we are at, we don't need to clean up our act first. If we needed to change ourselves first, that would be the God of religion, not the God of relationship. The God of the New Covenant is a God of relationship, His desire is a relationship that is reflected through His family, a family that reflects His love and compassion, mercy and grace. Now that's a beautiful story!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hebrew 13:5 <i>"Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Matthew 11:28 <i>"Come to Me all who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2 Timothy 2:13 <i>"If we are faithless, He remains faithful, for He cannot disown Himself."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Romans 8:39 <i>"Neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">All scripture verses from NIV translation Bible.</div>Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-8787633794067026992021-01-28T13:46:00.003-08:002021-12-26T12:13:04.171-08:00A Family To Cherish <div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj81tKTzY5ulbjGvMRNGSjxdvc_2jtXDb-DX7zv6M52GOBz6R7YRP9z62e_H-Hn1LjnYqOF0btygrHq3NRvg2woWYIpYndRKj1D0bghMEnG1hFp6JCbm-ViBeI8m9XeBupqQS5-Vh2Nnnaw/s2048/1C49458C-FF38-4AAE-BFA4-A391DA01C14D.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJ10zVDAV4iAfUbjUW9PEdUkMaq9oyNnOb48Nj4IMIG7OEuywfMSZRlvX4C9OsB68xC9Ksa6MNh0wGptPn5PbF2n5o0L9sMHbVe8kqwSzI2q3eCwz_WT2vJ1RsM6823E4mS0PUiSGRcc9/s2048/0145BB98-E6B5-494E-BFEA-D1558B7B0714.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJ10zVDAV4iAfUbjUW9PEdUkMaq9oyNnOb48Nj4IMIG7OEuywfMSZRlvX4C9OsB68xC9Ksa6MNh0wGptPn5PbF2n5o0L9sMHbVe8kqwSzI2q3eCwz_WT2vJ1RsM6823E4mS0PUiSGRcc9/w150-h200/0145BB98-E6B5-494E-BFEA-D1558B7B0714.jpeg" width="150" /></a></div>As I looked out the window in the wee hours of the morning, I couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the sunrise that was unfolding before my eyes.The moon was sitting high in the sky as the sun was just peaking through on the horizon cascading colours of beautiful crimson red and orange on the trees that were blanketed in frost. It was truly breathtaking and comforting to my soul, a visual reminder that as a believer in God, He is still in control and at work behind the scenes painting a masterpiece on His canvas of creation. </div></div><div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator"><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span>My eyes filled with tears as I stood watching this beautiful sunrise unfold and I found myself reflecting on the events that had already taken place in the first few weeks of 2021 and looking back over 2020. </div><div class="separator"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0yqVcPjEg8TASnXcFCh057Zj85OtHjHtxCj15q0kkojBDkHs2xtYzTaGtWraNHzFvfpANYPsabm-Gy8nKYMrlO3J5YuM_gCcOMWOPOiizbbdPtNeZGL0C4g0oH9g5gTb7vIkTi27lc8_/s2048/6D165CFB-7130-44F3-B6C4-855956EBB115.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0yqVcPjEg8TASnXcFCh057Zj85OtHjHtxCj15q0kkojBDkHs2xtYzTaGtWraNHzFvfpANYPsabm-Gy8nKYMrlO3J5YuM_gCcOMWOPOiizbbdPtNeZGL0C4g0oH9g5gTb7vIkTi27lc8_/w200-h150/6D165CFB-7130-44F3-B6C4-855956EBB115.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div></div><p>2020 had truly been a year to remember with highlights of the joyful celebration of the birth of a grand-baby girl, the 30th birthday of my own baby girl as well as the 101st birthday of my mom. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteLEzUPGSKXOwTp6qwWI_0clv3aPCzgC2ajWcASDdfyCs_p60AnT-UZqNaRJ8-leAFNA7Lf-cIY3kcJxxSLBCByV6BqMRSxw05CJPNSIeYhr-U1RdkBgNkbuxGUWdIij_1onNo2YLDWe5/s2048/F7D5F07E-E531-40A7-ACCF-17272D2D67BD.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteLEzUPGSKXOwTp6qwWI_0clv3aPCzgC2ajWcASDdfyCs_p60AnT-UZqNaRJ8-leAFNA7Lf-cIY3kcJxxSLBCByV6BqMRSxw05CJPNSIeYhr-U1RdkBgNkbuxGUWdIij_1onNo2YLDWe5/w150-h200/F7D5F07E-E531-40A7-ACCF-17272D2D67BD.jpeg" width="150" /></a></div><br />Yet my heart felt heavy as I thought of the lows of the global COVID-19 pandemic that has caused devastating losses for people with the death of family members, the financial toll on households and businesses as well as the emotional strain caused from Government lead restrictions not allowing us to be with our loved ones because of the risk of spreading the virus. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHYO04M5x0HJgf3V8Wo5wtNHw9IgAAA4qRkbYtMQqgIffq-QP2HaTLzCPDeY1fIIRkoJ4mOsUkpHKBSIkhmqJrH5wlk64AOsglXD0u8-Oj5_t_nQ3lHHf2a_hsuV0KPFtw8j6_u6mNUTP/s1136/9C7D9813-BF3C-4943-8C8F-8B6C0A5E8D90.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1136" data-original-width="640" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHYO04M5x0HJgf3V8Wo5wtNHw9IgAAA4qRkbYtMQqgIffq-QP2HaTLzCPDeY1fIIRkoJ4mOsUkpHKBSIkhmqJrH5wlk64AOsglXD0u8-Oj5_t_nQ3lHHf2a_hsuV0KPFtw8j6_u6mNUTP/w113-h200/9C7D9813-BF3C-4943-8C8F-8B6C0A5E8D90.jpeg" width="113" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">I couldn’t imagine how I would feel if I was all alone or didn’t believe in something or someone bigger than the concerns at hand. I found myself feeling grateful for my family and the love and support that we have for each other. Although I felt sad we may not be able to be together in person due to life’s circumstances, I am thankful that we are close in our hearts and the love we have for each other transcends any physical barriers or borders.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcW7wLmBhYLDm32pf8MseHLdG_BX_8R-kfjRVi-Q06btLpY_b5Seb9rdfqyhjzSVcxFuZuQ7I82-mpBH-pEzuQ-xG39kCF0v0x0j6v5EKnn0yQoRW006Ov29GbBuhWRp04FjfLNDjlPrmW/s2048/9E177644-E99C-4EBC-B635-3FF75493EE1E.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcW7wLmBhYLDm32pf8MseHLdG_BX_8R-kfjRVi-Q06btLpY_b5Seb9rdfqyhjzSVcxFuZuQ7I82-mpBH-pEzuQ-xG39kCF0v0x0j6v5EKnn0yQoRW006Ov29GbBuhWRp04FjfLNDjlPrmW/w150-h200/9E177644-E99C-4EBC-B635-3FF75493EE1E.jpeg" width="150" /></a></div><br /> I am also thankful to believe that, just as we care about each other in our family, we also have a Heavenly Father that cares about every detail of our lives and is there to help us. We can talk to Him any time and any place. His love for us transcends every physical and spiritual barrier and border because He is all knowing, and always present, and by His Spirit our heart becomes his home. Nothing can separate us from His love. We can know Him as a councillor when we need guidance, a healer when we are sick and a navigator through the storms of our lives.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">We can find comfort in knowing He loves us with an everlasting love. It is His desire for the family unit to reflect His love both while we are here on earth and in our home in Heaven for He is a God that desires relationship and we are safe in His arms. For God is love. He is a God of love and compassion, mercy and grace. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ2_2H1QVRBfvDlnUJfOUZtlcGeEh70JxYfk3fDSDX1HjtifX9Pg_griK1kzrdefMch3Kv_RBykeLGNHjioYLURgiSIYw6b2j_pwAw6efXc6TrxtADmwBUM0JLYQbS6XzoPEEjiVT9I1vc/s2048/33E1F6B0-740D-489E-8CCA-862D7091FD17.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ2_2H1QVRBfvDlnUJfOUZtlcGeEh70JxYfk3fDSDX1HjtifX9Pg_griK1kzrdefMch3Kv_RBykeLGNHjioYLURgiSIYw6b2j_pwAw6efXc6TrxtADmwBUM0JLYQbS6XzoPEEjiVT9I1vc/s2048/33E1F6B0-740D-489E-8CCA-862D7091FD17.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></a><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">As a mom, and a believer, it gives me comfort to know it doesn’t need to end here, it has always been my prayer that we can be together as a family and be close now and forever. </div></span></div></span></div><p>So I hold on to my faith that a loving and living Heavenly Father is there for my family, that they too see Him in those quiet morning sunrise moments, and they see His hand print in the tapestry of life’s journey and they know they are loved no matter what. </p><p><br /></p><p>1 Corinthians 13:4-8</p><p><i>Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. </i></p><p>1 Corinthians 13:13</p><p><i>Now these three things remain: faith, hope and love but the greatest of these is love .</i></p><p>Romans 8:38-39</p><p><i>For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, neither angles nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God through Christ Jesus our Lord.</i> </p>Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-82103897145451080482020-07-26T07:50:00.000-07:002020-07-26T07:50:05.842-07:00Small Blessing<div aria-haspopup="true" aria-label="Show details" class="ajy" data-tooltip="Show details" id=":1e5" role="button" tabindex="0">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRmDh8S0JmB3QIAJ3GRVset3bFdjXDxeppQmZEk70hf-40qPnm1jZ0Ts3HtyOGnkvR4S0PQorXptnU8TMHRwCtvas4CQMHMMQCA9lkSaAyMuP3Q5ZhyphenhyphenOMoWf630DdvhISJRQF248QJrsG/s1600/IMG_9632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="386" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRmDh8S0JmB3QIAJ3GRVset3bFdjXDxeppQmZEk70hf-40qPnm1jZ0Ts3HtyOGnkvR4S0PQorXptnU8TMHRwCtvas4CQMHMMQCA9lkSaAyMuP3Q5ZhyphenhyphenOMoWf630DdvhISJRQF248QJrsG/s320/IMG_9632.JPG" width="193" /></a>I received a snapchat message on my cellphone one morning while on my way to look after my grandson. Upon opening, a photo appeared of my grandson standing at the backdoor of his house with the caption, "waiting for Grandma”.</div>
<div>
<div class="ii gt" id=":1dt">
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
My eyes filled with tears as my emotions unraveled. I had been feeling down that morning so receiving this precious photo was medicine to my soul. I tried to gather my emotions in hopes that by the time I would greet my grandson at the door I would be fine. No tears in sight when I arrived but I cried the moment I received his loving embrace, my heart melted in his arms. </div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
There’s just something about the innocence and love of a child that God uses to speak to my heart. That unconditional love inviting me to come just as I am, tears, troubles, and all my burdens. I didn’t need to try to pull myself together. If anything, by trying to put on a happy face, I wasn't being real. Not allowing my grandson, or God to see the real me, and the reality of my emotions at that moment. Besides, God already knew how I was feeling that morning because He is all knowing and always present. My grandson didn't get upset by my behaviour or turn away from me. He didn't tell me to first get my act together before I could come to him, nor would a loving God, for God is love.</div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5cRHZFg_93pLGdpd9fDLB02w7oDjFGNF8nIWydazSrf5E2-385FMzZmpCWhjzw9WelfyAc4V4Uw8pj1ca83XCarwJ9QU06oBe4kne9RzauRy8tL35OwSAD5yxCSsLV1jKRA31nhYy46lq/s1600/untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="579" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5cRHZFg_93pLGdpd9fDLB02w7oDjFGNF8nIWydazSrf5E2-385FMzZmpCWhjzw9WelfyAc4V4Uw8pj1ca83XCarwJ9QU06oBe4kne9RzauRy8tL35OwSAD5yxCSsLV1jKRA31nhYy46lq/s200/untitled.png" width="180" /></a>God gives to us in his living and written word His invitation that we, as His children, can come to Him and His loving and healing presence when we are weary and burdened. He will give us rest. He invites us to come anytime, anywhere, no matter what, because He is a God of relationship.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<br />
I found that rest in the sweet little arms of my grandson that morning. I know that God met me with him at that back door in what I call a God moment. For He is a God of love and compassion, mercy, and grace. I look forward to many more moments like these. I am thankful that this is the God that I've come to know, and the God that my grandson is growing to know as well. </div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<i>Matthew chapter 11: verse 28-30 </i><br />
<i>“Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."</i><br />
<br />
As you read this scripture remember God is love.<br />
<br />
<i> 1 Corinthians chapter 13 verse 4-8 </i><br />
<i>Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves. Love never fails. </i></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
</div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto">
<em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">photos by family Album. Bible verse NIV version</span></em><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br /></div>
</div>
</div>
Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-30799195313311007922019-02-09T14:55:00.000-08:002019-02-09T14:55:48.650-08:00A Wedding To Remember<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-3N98RBWCbU6AyegXbefssYCGrboSH7iA3ltrGDLSoSJt41r_ccF1S5xFHFlLrXR7HU922ECeCGEm4L92wKAWOUlydZhqM_CSE-Y1NYDn7T_CPChxYVvt5Qdb51Meoc7YttaeTPSZmk6c/s1600/IMG_7741.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-3N98RBWCbU6AyegXbefssYCGrboSH7iA3ltrGDLSoSJt41r_ccF1S5xFHFlLrXR7HU922ECeCGEm4L92wKAWOUlydZhqM_CSE-Y1NYDn7T_CPChxYVvt5Qdb51Meoc7YttaeTPSZmk6c/s1600/IMG_7741.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="640" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-3N98RBWCbU6AyegXbefssYCGrboSH7iA3ltrGDLSoSJt41r_ccF1S5xFHFlLrXR7HU922ECeCGEm4L92wKAWOUlydZhqM_CSE-Y1NYDn7T_CPChxYVvt5Qdb51Meoc7YttaeTPSZmk6c/s320/IMG_7741.PNG" width="320" /></a></div>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">On Sept 1st, 2018 our daughter married her high school sweetheart and the love of her life . It was truly a joy to be a part of such a beautiful ceremony. It seemed like only yesterday she was playing dress<b><strike> </strike></b>up in her grandma's long dresses and now she looked like a beautiful princess dressed in her own wedding gown. </span></span></span></span><br />
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">There were many moments of tears of joy and laughter<b>.</b> Watching the way they looked at each other while saying their vows was truly a very beautiful and touching moment. One that I will cherish in my heart forever. It was very evident to everyone, their love for each other was very real and genuine. </span></span></span></span></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqsz4-mrUm4NrOHpge7ylf4Voup6IUQZ2jpBEuOAMI-4JaNqC63umYaI9b3zLa2AjKshbEsBbm4yvSyQxUx6MW7aJTDA6ImJoffvXdOSviUpIpvNOk_7wCGVqzE8oMAjsBqORlZK8HWdi/s1600/IMG_2737.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqsz4-mrUm4NrOHpge7ylf4Voup6IUQZ2jpBEuOAMI-4JaNqC63umYaI9b3zLa2AjKshbEsBbm4yvSyQxUx6MW7aJTDA6ImJoffvXdOSviUpIpvNOk_7wCGVqzE8oMAjsBqORlZK8HWdi/s200/IMG_2737.PNG" width="200" /></a></div>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The reception gave my husband and I the opportunity to officially welcome our son-in-law into the family, even though we had welcomed him into our home and hearts 12 years ago, he already felt as part of the family. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQZ_FmOt9kC6lYubqtAWu5DIp7hfm-TPee4JHQba36mC3IQHfH-Xm0-sAuujx14fo9U-JwC3j8gvM0wMUUUcNXC3GN2_Oc9Fr9lydPCFjCULfAfxFQkPkDIcY30j481ruiGb2ewyVXBPp/s1600/IMG_2739.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQZ_FmOt9kC6lYubqtAWu5DIp7hfm-TPee4JHQba36mC3IQHfH-Xm0-sAuujx14fo9U-JwC3j8gvM0wMUUUcNXC3GN2_Oc9Fr9lydPCFjCULfAfxFQkPkDIcY30j481ruiGb2ewyVXBPp/s200/IMG_2739.PNG" width="200" /></a></div>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><u></u><u></u></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">At the entrance of the loft where the ceremony took place was a “Welcome” sign that said<b>,</b> “Take a seat, not a side, we are all family once knot is tied ”. It really reflected the atmosphere of the families that attended. We even had friends and relatives comment on how they noticed the families got along and everyone mingled.</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXrj3VZmwqsp6IncaX-HH_FW1X_1yHlrmCc6gNlSVFX8FakiS_l71Y-wP7-qwV1oTZd3_1UP-qhv3yeryMMYsy9jVEUv36rn0g09_Yk_dVaB-K5pD7m2z6aY7ya5ioUsieidrDDplNSEd-/s1600/IMG_2738.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXrj3VZmwqsp6IncaX-HH_FW1X_1yHlrmCc6gNlSVFX8FakiS_l71Y-wP7-qwV1oTZd3_1UP-qhv3yeryMMYsy9jVEUv36rn0g09_Yk_dVaB-K5pD7m2z6aY7ya5ioUsieidrDDplNSEd-/s320/IMG_2738.PNG" width="320" /></a></span></span></div>
<br /></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As a believer I wonder if there will be a sign at Heaven’s lofty gates that will say, “Take a seat, not a side, we are all family once Christ’s bride “<u></u><u></u></span></span></span></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I look forward to everyone mingling and getting along. No segregation or bias based on denominational beliefs or past mistakes. How wonderful it will be when we look into the eyes of our loving Heavenly Father and feel a love that is real, and genuine. I believe there will be tears of joy and laughter as we, the bride of Christ celebrate with our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Something to cherish in our hearts now and forever. Amen! Let it be so!</span></div>
<div class="a3s aXjCH " dir="auto" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><u><span style="font-size: x-small;">Romans 10:9</span></u></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-size: x-small;">If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is <b>Lord</b>,” and <b>believe</b> <b>in</b> your heart that God raised him from <b>the</b> dead, you will be saved.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Isaiah 62:5 </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-size: x-small;">As a young man marries a young woman, so will your Builder marry you; as a <b>bride</b>groom rejoices over his <b>bride</b>, so will your God rejoice over you.<u></u><u></u></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
<blockquote class="yj6qo" style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-top: 5pt;">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
</div>
</blockquote>
<div class="yj6qo">
</div>
<div class="ii gt" id=":mo" style="display: none;">
<div class="a3s aXjCH undefined" id=":mn">
</div>
</div>
<div class="hi">
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">photos by family</span></div>
<div class="gA gt acV">
<div class="gB xu">
<div class="ip iq">
<div id=":n1">
<table class="cf wS" role="presentation"><tbody>
<tr><td class="amq"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br /></td><td class="amr"><div class="nr wR">
<div class="amn">
</div>
</div>
</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-40460221949224565182018-02-02T00:24:00.001-08:002018-02-02T00:24:27.302-08:00At Home In My Heart <div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 17px; margin-bottom: 5pt; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uRfw5YJulgMBwEeE0hFnvU_I1TO8VgLuRd_pRmq_jJxBjKENJogZGJYAXpH4ojbyAmdTjFiuy_08RGplWp3JqRAacEo00cSZ8PH0m0fMXWSO9SWjX04wknSCE_-H6FEDjn8zskd0KyED/s1600/IMG_5801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uRfw5YJulgMBwEeE0hFnvU_I1TO8VgLuRd_pRmq_jJxBjKENJogZGJYAXpH4ojbyAmdTjFiuy_08RGplWp3JqRAacEo00cSZ8PH0m0fMXWSO9SWjX04wknSCE_-H6FEDjn8zskd0KyED/s320/IMG_5801.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; margin-bottom: 5pt;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><strong>As I walked down the hallway to my daughter’s bedroom, the lingering scent of her perfume brought a sense of soothing peace. Yet at the same time, I also felt a sadness in my soul. The remnants of the sweet fragrance of her presence are but a precious memory now.</strong></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; margin-bottom: 5pt;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"><strong>My eyes filled with tears as I thought about our time spent together over the Christmas holidays. Although we were all battling head colds, her dad and I enjoyed every moment with her and her fiancé. I felt thankful that I live in an age of modern technology where I can call, text, or Face Time my family whenever I like.</strong></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; margin-bottom: 5pt;">
<strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">What brings me the most joy is the love I have in my heart for my daughter and the loving relationship we share. There's a closeness in spirit that remains even though physically we may live miles apart. It's a</span> <span style="color: black;">connection that transcends beyond even our modern technology. Even though I miss her so much, I’m comforted in knowing we have a kindred spirit because we share the same belief in a loving God who lives inside both of our hearts. He is a loving Father who watches over us and cares deeply about every aspect of our lives. He is a Counsellor, abiding in us, to whom we can talk and take every concern we have for each other every moment of the day. He is our Saviour who promises He would never leave us nor forsake us. </span></span></strong></div>
<strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; margin-bottom: 5pt; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwY_ym1xdAXqzniB5-IVAQB9AJGDy6cD2uwR5cVM7UbRIiKF9eswkgD8iHjZ4noOmDtZzz7i9Bc6CWPW0qB1L0on9nM0-aJQNDd2ExWRXR3plQAhDOLVgQ1-gUwfK9lpsenbHK2qLCsldE/s1600/FullSizeRender.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="640" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwY_ym1xdAXqzniB5-IVAQB9AJGDy6cD2uwR5cVM7UbRIiKF9eswkgD8iHjZ4noOmDtZzz7i9Bc6CWPW0qB1L0on9nM0-aJQNDd2ExWRXR3plQAhDOLVgQ1-gUwfK9lpsenbHK2qLCsldE/s320/FullSizeRender.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
</span></span></strong><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; margin-bottom: 5pt;">
<strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">And, so I count the days until my daughter is home again and the aroma of her sweet presence will once again fill my home with love. I will hold her ever so close in my heart, and I thank God for every moment we have together here on earth until that day we are home together with the Lord in heaven for all eternity! Amen, let it be so!</span> </span></strong></span></span></strong></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; margin-bottom: 5pt;">
<strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></strong></span></span></strong> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; margin-bottom: 5pt;">
<strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">photos by family photo Album</span></strong></span></strong></span></span></strong></div>
<div>
<b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></b></div>
Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-33720160128053046642014-11-23T18:27:00.001-08:002014-11-24T06:13:49.084-08:00A Legacy of Prayer and Blessing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVgv2v0lQtNbXAOJnqgwg4fsn7Ax3OFFuHbAbq7zrqqTnkBVlE8RNLyKSdv_cNJvRKil88TPCbODnMrRl-80g9filMAnxlZXfYBBNJoVa7W70uybMzqDBKI3ZirvCF5N-sHVj6O4OIRHXR/s1600/Image+(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVgv2v0lQtNbXAOJnqgwg4fsn7Ax3OFFuHbAbq7zrqqTnkBVlE8RNLyKSdv_cNJvRKil88TPCbODnMrRl-80g9filMAnxlZXfYBBNJoVa7W70uybMzqDBKI3ZirvCF5N-sHVj6O4OIRHXR/s1600/Image+(3).jpg" height="217" width="320" /></span></span></a><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Ever since my children were babies I have prayed a night time prayer of blessing and protection over them. I must admit my prayer has expanded in length as the years have gone by and their little worlds and situations have expanded beyond their crib, the school ground, and into the real world!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When they were young, they didn't want to go to asleep until we had our special prayer time together. Many conversations about life or life situations would spring out of our time together.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Even though they are grown adults now, and living their own lives, I still pray my prayer for them. Although, they may not literally hear me they know I still pray, and find comfort in knowing this.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As a believer and a parent this is a legacy that I want to pass on to my children. My hope is they will carry this on to their children and for generations to come! Perhaps when I'm old, my children will pray their own prayer of blessing and protection over me.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUg2IXV8Db-X69WADlLMudUnC9ehGTNsG-2Twym1N-xbtuRtK6WK45ti685CMQYcV0hXGabuYT7IScLaT55JHnBalD1hEW1ekqMAdg7attagLefl4gzQZ2Svcb-rWGMJCB8XwS6kU13KWH/s1600/2342444.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/AVvXsEgUg2IXV8Db-X69WADlLMudUnC9ehGTNsG-2Twym1N-xbtuRtK6WK45ti685CMQYcV0hXGabuYT7IScLaT55JHnBalD1hEW1ekqMAdg7attagLefl4gzQZ2Svcb-rWGMJCB8XwS6kU13KWH/s1600/2342444.jpg" height="197" width="200" /></a></div>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sharing this story with you reminds me of a book titled, "I'll Love You Forever" that I enjoyed reading to my kids when they were little. The story is of a mother praying for her child and how the circle of love and dedication was carried on by her child onto her grandchild and eventually back to her when she was old. My eyes still fill with tears when I think about the words in that book. The words that mother would say were, "I'll love you forever, I'll like for always, as long as I'm living my baby you'll be." They are simplistic yet powerful words that we all may appreciate having spoken over us no matter how old we are.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHqbmzJpRyOcQtwA-4SbAJ50YBcZifErl17yv-fX-m4d-FcU4A-NoXTo2WJLkrltE86ATATKEuxzG8oIAO9m1pTKXW_orsfjn1p-dMne8WfEc09aeN2Rr-ZkVQktATbkkhsabt33iOsAEY/s1600/small_11755244085.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/AVvXsEhHqbmzJpRyOcQtwA-4SbAJ50YBcZifErl17yv-fX-m4d-FcU4A-NoXTo2WJLkrltE86ATATKEuxzG8oIAO9m1pTKXW_orsfjn1p-dMne8WfEc09aeN2Rr-ZkVQktATbkkhsabt33iOsAEY/s1600/small_11755244085.jpg" /></a><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Although we may not hear them from our parents or children, because of life's circumstances, I believe we can find peace and comfort in knowing there is a loving Heavenly Father who wants to speak words of love and compassion to us. Perhaps words like " I'll love you forever, I'll love you for always, forever and ever my baby you'll be"! Not just while we are here on earth but for all eternity! Amen!</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: start;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHqbmzJpRyOcQtwA-4SbAJ50YBcZifErl17yv-fX-m4d-FcU4A-NoXTo2WJLkrltE86ATATKEuxzG8oIAO9m1pTKXW_orsfjn1p-dMne8WfEc09aeN2Rr-ZkVQktATbkkhsabt33iOsAEY/s1600/small_11755244085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"></span></a><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: start;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: start;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> <em>Give Thanks to the Lord for He is good, His love endures forever. (Chronicles 16:34)</em></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: start;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: start;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: start;">
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Photos by family photo album, photopin.com, flicker.com</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div>
<!-- Blogger automated replacement: "https://images-blogger-opensocial.googleusercontent.com/gadgets/proxy?url=http%3A%2F%2F3.bp.blogspot.com%2F-TTzqKRoh99g%2FVHIY-zXFQaI%2FAAAAAAAAAIA%2FlaXbpkNdCaY%2Fs1600%2Fsmall_11755244085.jpg&container=blogger&gadget=a&rewriteMime=image%2F*" with "https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHqbmzJpRyOcQtwA-4SbAJ50YBcZifErl17yv-fX-m4d-FcU4A-NoXTo2WJLkrltE86ATATKEuxzG8oIAO9m1pTKXW_orsfjn1p-dMne8WfEc09aeN2Rr-ZkVQktATbkkhsabt33iOsAEY/s1600/small_11755244085.jpg" -->Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-91778241187886398352014-02-23T14:57:00.001-08:002014-02-23T20:09:37.718-08:00The Help <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9IyOV9I4dDAyLko5m5-ph0Ui0d3rsWl0ffHw-fBIpXaP7gIblPBscVAVkpKpLpbmjwVqBejW79sCuXZWVfdNpsMwoyEgDoAwKIJOOd3ht3d077C9jnbGMwkT7bJP4AOfZhCKPyTTLBSA/s1600/The+Help.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/AVvXsEib9IyOV9I4dDAyLko5m5-ph0Ui0d3rsWl0ffHw-fBIpXaP7gIblPBscVAVkpKpLpbmjwVqBejW79sCuXZWVfdNpsMwoyEgDoAwKIJOOd3ht3d077C9jnbGMwkT7bJP4AOfZhCKPyTTLBSA/s1600/The+Help.jpg" height="320" width="215" /></a></div>
Lately I've been thinking about a movie I watched with my daughter about a year ago titled, <i>The Help. </i><br />
It's loosely based around two African American women who work as maids for white families during the Civil Rights era in the 1960s. If you go to <i>Wikipedia </i> you can read a little write up about the movie content. If you haven't seen the movie I highly recommend it.<br />
<br />
One of the maids, or as they were referred to in the movie as the help, was named Aberdeen Clark. One of her duties was to take care of a little girl around 3 years old. Every day Aberdeen would speak in her broken English these encouraging words of affirmation over the little girl, "You's kind, you's smart, you's important!" <br />
Our eyes filled with tears and our hearts were deeply touched when we watched that scene. I felt as if it was what I call a "God Moment". Like a blessing being spoken over that little girl!<br />
<br />
It's such a powerful reminder of the power of words, both good and bad. I've heard it said that when one negative or discouraging word has been spoken to a person it takes up to seven positive or encouraging words to counteract the negative affect in our mind and heart. I believe the scriptures do refer to the fact that words have power for good or for evil. <br />
<br />
I believe the Bible also refers to the Holy Spirit as " <i>The</i> <i>Helper", </i>the<i> </i>one that wants to come along beside us. He wants to speak words of encouragement and affirmation into our hearts. Words like, you're kind, you're smart, you're important!<br />
<em></em><br />
I hope I can reflect "the helper" that lives inside me when I speak the words, "you's kind, you's smart, you's important, to a lost and hurting world around me that so desperately needs to hear these healing and encouraging words!<br />
I hope you have been blessed and encouraged too!<br />
Amen. Let it be so!<br />
<br />Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-8875717836638215762013-12-23T06:58:00.000-08:002013-12-23T07:14:31.926-08:00Recieving God's Love at Christmas <div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcxz6b-z9WrzJVPnIZmGr1LjZtjIVbSq5ZiW-Kdx2k-3mM5_KCVcfA1rsk9HkYipHBdJwQWIXo1j8JF-hxQvZiuO8klInbWcyzGKa83oLJI9LH_eOLQ1AHStPl0uz09k9-3wxChtv19Fa/s1600/5297473624_9fc92acb8e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcxz6b-z9WrzJVPnIZmGr1LjZtjIVbSq5ZiW-Kdx2k-3mM5_KCVcfA1rsk9HkYipHBdJwQWIXo1j8JF-hxQvZiuO8klInbWcyzGKa83oLJI9LH_eOLQ1AHStPl0uz09k9-3wxChtv19Fa/s320/5297473624_9fc92acb8e.jpg" width="320" /></a>As I sat quietly on the pew in the balcony, my eyes were captivated by the candlelit lanterns that were dimly glowing along the aisles of the sanctuary. My ears were tuned to the sound of the piano softly playing Christmas carols in the background, but my mind was still busy thinking about the preparations yet to complete for the Christmas gathering with my family the next morning. It was Christmas Eve and it was time to set everything aside and focus on the true meaning of Christmas, the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. Yet even though I knew in my heart that I should relax and enjoy this moment, my mind still could not join in with the rest of my senses.</div>
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJ4tOsFEvukU5wHe2jwq6qMzT_9Zk21eZVMAaalCKsVVJlnwE008h8O8P1kkqUnzAlM0iJN6VstC5F8ABF_bnA9SYaFt39PxmJcJqnwkESaIb4AUwSX4vnrPU8TgpfJz9ON4vq5bqQmQG/s1600/photo+(1).PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJ4tOsFEvukU5wHe2jwq6qMzT_9Zk21eZVMAaalCKsVVJlnwE008h8O8P1kkqUnzAlM0iJN6VstC5F8ABF_bnA9SYaFt39PxmJcJqnwkESaIb4AUwSX4vnrPU8TgpfJz9ON4vq5bqQmQG/s320/photo+(1).PNG" width="213" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My son as a child in his Christmas outfit</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Then the moment came when a little boy walked in front of me dressed in black pants and red vest with a white shirt and a little black tie. I smiled at him as he proudly walked on by. Seeing that little boy brought back memories of a time when I dressed my own small son just like that for Christmas. My eyes suddenly filled with tears and the door to my heart swung wide open, receiving the love from my Heavenly Father, who was there waiting all along for me to open my heart to Him. He knew that it would take the simplicity of an innocent child to bring me back, not only into the present reality of that special evening, but into His presence.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
Yes, it was Christmas and time to celebrate and remember that God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son that who ever believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life. The wonderful news of peace on earth, good will to men!</div>
<br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">photos compliments of family photo album and photopin.com</span></em>Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-50312391300847705042013-10-23T17:43:00.000-07:002013-10-24T09:34:46.005-07:00A Summer To Remember<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Vqm0lVfiGATzSeiBfQ_32m-M1t0ywywJp890e2A8FhUGqWk4VD2Jrz_BpyvHxtufGEwTKdBUsmXBKKhaUKF1VRJ5h8pKWey1dhymGzNvRPSVRHLamVYfsblKzMKCPWVXsi49w1lDm7OX/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Vqm0lVfiGATzSeiBfQ_32m-M1t0ywywJp890e2A8FhUGqWk4VD2Jrz_BpyvHxtufGEwTKdBUsmXBKKhaUKF1VRJ5h8pKWey1dhymGzNvRPSVRHLamVYfsblKzMKCPWVXsi49w1lDm7OX/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our daughter walking in the Redwoods</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="color: black;">This summer my husband, daughter and I took a road trip and drove through the states of Washington, Oregon and into the Northern tip of California. It was such an enjoyable time together. One of our destinations during the trip was to see some of the Redwood Forest. Although our daughter is a young lady in her early twenties, she just loved the experience of walking through the woods amongst those gargantuan trees. She said she felt like a child all over again walking in the Enchanted Forest!</span><br />
<div>
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div>
<span style="color: black;">Another experience we enjoyed was driving along the famous Highway 101 coastline. It was morning when we arrived at an oceanside view point and the morning misty fog was just lifting. I have to say that no pictures, movies or recorded sounds of the ocean waves could possibly prepare or compare with what I experienced when I saw and felt the ocean for the first time. It was there that all three of us felt like children all over again.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Jom79oPTkB3hJP__5eSHnk61hiReYH1eG1Bxq6aNyiOxUUi658wSdF4SxY4ql44xnCuoy6H8APoaNNM7he9WNZ8aGsFjmMHAtiKYStFvmG01icWsC1uOqZ6pxCOh5eSFxg5Fv812CIjc/s1600/photo+(4).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Jom79oPTkB3hJP__5eSHnk61hiReYH1eG1Bxq6aNyiOxUUi658wSdF4SxY4ql44xnCuoy6H8APoaNNM7he9WNZ8aGsFjmMHAtiKYStFvmG01icWsC1uOqZ6pxCOh5eSFxg5Fv812CIjc/s320/photo+(4).JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">oceanside viewpoint Brookings, Oregon</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</span><br /></div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<span style="color: black;">The moment I got out of the car I didn't just see the ocean, I felt it. The power of the rolling waves as they came crashing in commanded my respect. I stood in awe as I gazed out over the sparkling blue water that seemed to go on and on. It was a moment I will never forget. I was seeing one of God's amazing creations!</span></div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<span style="color: black;">My husband, daughter and I walked down the hillside and along the beach, dipping our hands and feet into the fresh, clear water. I honestly could have stayed there all day. I didn't want to leave. For me, it was like a spiritual experience in many ways for this was an opportunity, an invitation, a God moment. A moment that He, my family and I had waited all this time to experience together.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCUOvFp0CG72jCZQGvUzriU-wLvZR6R-awSnqfbaU4nCnPOys9bcsFSGP2Dxew68kuhSChmMHhO_JL807930KBfwHK4xJgWUU_H7K9B4l_xjUtxQ-hP00yVrorsTE4psutBUezjArMl0W9/s1600/photo+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCUOvFp0CG72jCZQGvUzriU-wLvZR6R-awSnqfbaU4nCnPOys9bcsFSGP2Dxew68kuhSChmMHhO_JL807930KBfwHK4xJgWUU_H7K9B4l_xjUtxQ-hP00yVrorsTE4psutBUezjArMl0W9/s320/photo+(3).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our walk along the beach</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="color: black;">It reminds me that it's those "God moments" that our Heavenly Father wants His children to experience so we can appreciate the reality of Him, His power and might. He is the Almighty and Everlasting God and He wants us to love and respect Him. Yet by His Spirit He walks gently along side us and wants a personal relationship with us. I believe He wants us to see ourselves as He sees us, with love and compassion, mercy and grace. He is so much bigger than us and our problems, yet so willing to come and dwell amongst us in everyday life. He Lives! Amen, let it be so! </span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br /></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Photos courtesy of our family album.</em></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><br />
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="color: black;">
</span></div>
<br />Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-24223479426197773732013-07-24T11:42:00.002-07:002013-07-25T14:59:36.250-07:00ENJOY THE JOURNEY !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfuNHHB4FkYZ_bjmbYY8Yp9H9F2YTK3112tZxIkVXKiqb6qX-dbcAg1qxOMhbJhBpuKLDUpfCEmR5RfIjmYOdhfTYXxpwgXoUpVRL69S2BcauRdyuFwmfy9_WqK2U8KiJvIkxNN85MT22/s1600/chad+and+kourtnee+front+of+church.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfuNHHB4FkYZ_bjmbYY8Yp9H9F2YTK3112tZxIkVXKiqb6qX-dbcAg1qxOMhbJhBpuKLDUpfCEmR5RfIjmYOdhfTYXxpwgXoUpVRL69S2BcauRdyuFwmfy9_WqK2U8KiJvIkxNN85MT22/s1600/chad+and+kourtnee+front+of+church.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMfuNHHB4FkYZ_bjmbYY8Yp9H9F2YTK3112tZxIkVXKiqb6qX-dbcAg1qxOMhbJhBpuKLDUpfCEmR5RfIjmYOdhfTYXxpwgXoUpVRL69S2BcauRdyuFwmfy9_WqK2U8KiJvIkxNN85MT22/s1600/chad+and+kourtnee+front+of+church.png" /></a>On July 13, 2013 my son got married. It was a beautiful day, filled with many special moments that I will cherish for ever. I can still see them holding hands as they lovingly spoke their vows while gazing into each others eyes. It was perfect. I don't think there was a dry eye in the Church! <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcv5I-sxHChgJOKRbwJLgIHk6p-N6qv2NExct8ROrMMxkTwrT26b6ewWIaaa7IOUVdH4COxsERAIPk9a9TsZPnm8MKN7nXDJihFLVwcsGRX3Wh3Jxocu1UCxJVrRppm6iWDGFOPCT1NkM/s1600/photo+(5).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br /></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcv5I-sxHChgJOKRbwJLgIHk6p-N6qv2NExct8ROrMMxkTwrT26b6ewWIaaa7IOUVdH4COxsERAIPk9a9TsZPnm8MKN7nXDJihFLVwcsGRX3Wh3Jxocu1UCxJVrRppm6iWDGFOPCT1NkM/s1600/photo+(5).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcv5I-sxHChgJOKRbwJLgIHk6p-N6qv2NExct8ROrMMxkTwrT26b6ewWIaaa7IOUVdH4COxsERAIPk9a9TsZPnm8MKN7nXDJihFLVwcsGRX3Wh3Jxocu1UCxJVrRppm6iWDGFOPCT1NkM/s320/photo+(5).JPG" width="320" /></a>Another special moment was during the reception when my husband and I had the opportunity to welcome our daughter-in-law into the family. I shared a quote that I thought was very profound and I could relate to as a mother. It goes like this:<br />
<br />
"A mother is as happy as her least happiest kid".<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
I expressed how as a mother I could relate to that quote and that their wedding day was one of the happiest days of my life because I knew that it was one of the happiest days of my son's life! My eyes filled with tears and my voice cracked as I continued to say that my new daughter-in-law was the daughter-in-law that I had always hoped for and that I hoped that I would be the mother-in-law that she had always hoped for. I could hear my own daughter quietly weeping in the background and I could see that my son and daughter-in-law eyes were filled with tears. As the evening went on I came to realize that what I said had a profound effect on many in the reception hall. I had various people with tears in their own eyes come up to me and express how that moment had touched their own hearts. I was blessed that they were blessed.</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdU3LhW14CHlWsH2t2SDSg-SdWiMpRisNaR_S3QjxAbKekaliYrlrn6Z4fRcLDif5yPDuuXdt6RPHzsCPR9S8eyU5zUAOqyL4Slq6-T6DziSTOaRz5DntB6kRaZuzziG5TlC_fvMilU21/s1600/Chad+and+Kourtnee+walking+down+pathway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br /></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdU3LhW14CHlWsH2t2SDSg-SdWiMpRisNaR_S3QjxAbKekaliYrlrn6Z4fRcLDif5yPDuuXdt6RPHzsCPR9S8eyU5zUAOqyL4Slq6-T6DziSTOaRz5DntB6kRaZuzziG5TlC_fvMilU21/s1600/Chad+and+Kourtnee+walking+down+pathway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdU3LhW14CHlWsH2t2SDSg-SdWiMpRisNaR_S3QjxAbKekaliYrlrn6Z4fRcLDif5yPDuuXdt6RPHzsCPR9S8eyU5zUAOqyL4Slq6-T6DziSTOaRz5DntB6kRaZuzziG5TlC_fvMilU21/s320/Chad+and+Kourtnee+walking+down+pathway.jpg" width="320" /></a>The quote I shared that night makes me wonder if our Heavenly Father is as happy as His least happiest kid. I know that He cares deeply and wants the best for each and everyone of His children. His desire is for us to freely choose Him, and allow Him to lead and guide us. I believe He too weeps over us. That we as His children are the children that He has always hoped for and that He will be the Father that we have always longed for. For He is a God of love and compassion, mercy and grace. He wants us to enjoy the journey!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Photos compliments of Connor Tkachuk and by JBoisvenue photography</span></i><br />
<div style="clear: both;">
</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHfMYoI6YKX46canD0NDC7JofbWj3ZHgl7UnAE0vy9zlnSa-MzwDkKZIr_UjFOguOXxlg6yftie3QccbtKw0V5AwkCJ83ewwcwjM4mHlWQ6pNVQgEVDZnTToVL6kli592BB9SZbWb4c2O/s1600/photo+(5).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br /></div>
Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-68023437010683025922013-06-23T17:10:00.002-07:002013-06-23T17:10:20.647-07:00THERE IS HEALING IN THE WRITING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbhcOpU4Cxvy4QQCzc_UJwyZfX2vg94EmvizO2UQlrn8ogooavkKKKn1alQYheIlNvITPlH0TkNJwSn5yed1nSweaVxh1Vjtuk_DOvxvvvqJFilYCi1GA9tdTBHC2_hKQKSciP_A4VOrJ/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbhcOpU4Cxvy4QQCzc_UJwyZfX2vg94EmvizO2UQlrn8ogooavkKKKn1alQYheIlNvITPlH0TkNJwSn5yed1nSweaVxh1Vjtuk_DOvxvvvqJFilYCi1GA9tdTBHC2_hKQKSciP_A4VOrJ/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.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/AVvXsEiIbhcOpU4Cxvy4QQCzc_UJwyZfX2vg94EmvizO2UQlrn8ogooavkKKKn1alQYheIlNvITPlH0TkNJwSn5yed1nSweaVxh1Vjtuk_DOvxvvvqJFilYCi1GA9tdTBHC2_hKQKSciP_A4VOrJ/s200/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" width="150" /></a>As I quietly type out my posting in the wee hours of this morning, I find it difficult to stay focused on the task at hand. My thoughts drift to the concerns of my dear, sweet Mom who is undergoing surgery tomorrow and to the thousands of people in southern Alberta who have lost their home, businesses and even loved ones over the last few days due to major flooding. I whisper a prayer for them and refocus, but my mind seems as blank as this page that I'm staring at. The thought comes to me, "Why write...what's the point?"<br />
<br />
I'm reminded of the words that were spoken deep into my soul last summer, "There is healing in the writing", and I remember what I still believe to be true about writing. For me, the blank page is like a meeting place where I can "lay my cards on the table" through words on the page. I can be myself and bare my soul to the one that I am writing to, be it the Almighty Counsellor, the Author and Finisher of my faith, a family member, a friend or that someone out there in cyberspace that may just need a word of encouragement for that moment.<br />
<br />
I'm reminded of revelations from last summer that I still believe to be true; that if I wait until I feel 100% confident in myself or that everything is perfect in my life, then I will never write because that will most likely never happen this side of heaven. Why? Because I'm human...you're human. We live in a broken and fallen world that desperately needs a Saviour and His healing and empowering grace.<br />
<br />
It's a world that needs to see my transparency, both as a believer and a writer; to see that I need His healing and empowering grace in order to live out every moment of the day, and that I am simply nothing without Him!<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength. Philippians 4:13</em></span><br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">In Him we live and move and have our being . Acts 17:28</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">If you are in Me and I in you, you will bare fruit; apart from me nothing. John 15:5</span></em>Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-55354426892994095392013-05-23T18:38:00.001-07:002013-05-23T18:38:34.241-07:00A MOTHERS DAY TRIBUTE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEQZzWxB2i47vt5ju33j6brVk60yKW7GefkctoPRdXWaa498NZoFkUgvf-pM0fZJ8dJw0l2tN5cfY1TXsrigvGqdOeI3GwS4DXlPMOkO88JCCxcnl9ks6Wa7qVKbdnjm7gHe-RbVc6JTY2/s1600/photo+(2).PNG" 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/AVvXsEhEQZzWxB2i47vt5ju33j6brVk60yKW7GefkctoPRdXWaa498NZoFkUgvf-pM0fZJ8dJw0l2tN5cfY1TXsrigvGqdOeI3GwS4DXlPMOkO88JCCxcnl9ks6Wa7qVKbdnjm7gHe-RbVc6JTY2/s200/photo+(2).PNG" width="133" /></a><span style="color: black;">Although this year's Mother's Day celebration has come and gone, I would still like to take this time to pay tribute to my Mom. She is an amazing person, one of the people that I truly admire more than anyone else in my life. I literally would not be here if it weren't for her! You see, after giving birth to her second child and experiencing some complications, she was told by her doctor not to have any more children. But my Mom thought it was her decision how many children she would have and went on and had five more - all girls I might add. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div>
<span style="color: black;"> Living on the farm, Mom would plant a large garden every year and raise chickens. Many times she would proudly tell us that all the food on the <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1149322985" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">Sunday</span></span> dinner table was either made from scratch or grown by her hand. She produced everything, from fried chicken, potatoes, peas and carrots to home made dinner buns. She worked hard, alongside my dad. I still cherish the times I would ride beside her in the big farm truck while she hauled grain. She would have me recite scripture verses and we would talk and laugh as the sun went down and the harvest moon came up. </span><br />
</div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">I remember when she nursed my dad right up until he passed away from cancer. She said she'd never marry again but, not only did she remarry two more times, she also nursed and stood by both of them right to the end, as they too passed away to cancer. </span><br />
</div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<span style="color: black;">Mom had seven children of her own, but through these marriages she accumulated step children and grand children along the way. All of them still stay in touch with her because she has became their mom and grandma too.</span><br />
</div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<span style="color: black;">In addition to everything else she does, my mom has found time to travel through the years, going to places like Israel, Greece, Hawaii, Mexico, Alaska and Bali.</span><br />
</div>
<div>
</div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRonGKKZ32T4IZ3lSueRf6dSLAWM2x7GXjpgVhgw1flSIh7tbPSBTS1IeyqP1E8jPqW-1__oIT9EIvks9-kmcwaVMcWgYzqjwSnf0UN66eJuCKLo_VAtFJ6mJQwQ8kGCVbTBWPUvhkoBH/s1600/mom.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRonGKKZ32T4IZ3lSueRf6dSLAWM2x7GXjpgVhgw1flSIh7tbPSBTS1IeyqP1E8jPqW-1__oIT9EIvks9-kmcwaVMcWgYzqjwSnf0UN66eJuCKLo_VAtFJ6mJQwQ8kGCVbTBWPUvhkoBH/s1600/mom.png" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom in her twenties</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="color: black;">Now that she is 93 years old, I watch her in awe, wondering how she does it all at her age. I don't know if I would have the strength to go through and experience all that she has. It is hard to see her struggle with the inevitable effects of a body that is growing tired. I could go on and on sharing more, but I hope I have given just a little glimpse into the life of a beautiful person that means so much to me. </span><br />
<br />
<div>
<span style="color: black;"></span> </div>
<div>
<span style="color: black;">Happy Mother's Day, Mom! Thank you for blessing my</span> life!</div>
Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-24847666958215140062013-03-23T19:46:00.001-07:002013-03-26T07:41:20.046-07:00COME TO THE THRONE OF GRACE<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqzZvK1h9oHfU6I96rCBCQEtalpPv6MTtugerxONuPxy-OTeYuLI3rPfbT6z7cTTt2Yyol3LBiXLl4jyVBi39UWdtsgSk92hvOImz8ZLxJHKnrg6Ip803XQFqoXdDxur5wOqFny7tpab2x/s1600/rocking+chair.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqzZvK1h9oHfU6I96rCBCQEtalpPv6MTtugerxONuPxy-OTeYuLI3rPfbT6z7cTTt2Yyol3LBiXLl4jyVBi39UWdtsgSk92hvOImz8ZLxJHKnrg6Ip803XQFqoXdDxur5wOqFny7tpab2x/s1600/rocking+chair.png" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">One of the things I enjoy doing during my morning quiet time is to sit in my rocking chair. There's plenty of room there for me plus my furry little friends, my dogs Lilly and Bo. There are times when Lilly will come freely and sit on my lap without hesitation and we enjoy cuddling together. Then there are times when I beckon her to come and sit with me only to see her staring, as if frozen in fear. Then she'll shift her eyes to our other dog Bo, who is already sitting next to me. Bo can be possessive, staring Lilly down as if to say, "This is my lap and my chair."<br /><br />When I see this interaction going on between the two dogs, I immediately reassure Lilly that she is to look at me as I open my arms and call out her name. I calm Bo and remind him that there is plenty enough room for both of them. I have heard it said that a dog can be as intelligent as a two-year child. I don't know if that is accurate, but I would have to agree that dogs are definitely smart. They play the same games and act out like a toddler can!<br /><br />But what stuck in my heart the other day, while calling out to Lilly, is that I too experience this in my own life. Sometimes I stand still, unable to come freely to the throne of grace. I might be frozen with concerns for the future or allowing worries about the past mistakes to hang over me like a cloud. I'm focusing my eyes on such things instead of shifting them onto my Heavenly Father. He is calling out to me to come to Him just as I am, with all of my worries and fears, trusting that He will take care of them and me. He wants me to lay my burdens down and just be...just breathe.</span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCUSU_Alkar65cuEHuz_YIec3G9NJSyznJCYICoWViKCCLSqse-5eFa-FHwpBSy9Am9J3kcNSWjgzdLpiW_u_gs0FUwm7qEhhN8zYkNhIsGgXUuDp1nlivbCg4frAt3ls6ZY391brCJYq4/s1600/small_3428819302.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/AVvXsEgCUSU_Alkar65cuEHuz_YIec3G9NJSyznJCYICoWViKCCLSqse-5eFa-FHwpBSy9Am9J3kcNSWjgzdLpiW_u_gs0FUwm7qEhhN8zYkNhIsGgXUuDp1nlivbCg4frAt3ls6ZY391brCJYq4/s1600/small_3428819302.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As we approach Easter, let us be reminded that through Christ's death and resurrection we can all come boldly to the Throne of Grace...to come just as we are, with all of our worries and fears, trusting that our Heavenly Father will take care of us and our concerns.<br /><br /><em>Heavenly Father, we come to you and to your throne of grace just as we are. Help us to keep our eyes focused on you and not on the worries of the future, the regrets of the past or the concerns of today. We cast our cares on you, trusting in you to be our everything. In Jesus name Amen (Let it be so)</em><br /><em></em><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need. (Hebrew 4:16 KJV)</em></span>
</span></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photos provided by Terilyn writer, photopin.com, flicker.com</span></em></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span>
</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-18166598216588068292012-10-14T11:11:00.001-07:002012-10-15T08:10:41.413-07:00 I PHONE TO HEAVEN <span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"></span> </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCA2lL5tboCXNe79i21vqqfrPnnswxVexyG8_W6CZ7XXjLlnthFjW6x1O6JD2ZFnaq0zBlOZwjFlEhP21KcXfrpfOpztcrcVH2TOUnRCGt-YepNZEqcpoPmcgbKIfXtwCHq9WU3dbPUXU1/s1600/small_2485794498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCA2lL5tboCXNe79i21vqqfrPnnswxVexyG8_W6CZ7XXjLlnthFjW6x1O6JD2ZFnaq0zBlOZwjFlEhP21KcXfrpfOpztcrcVH2TOUnRCGt-YepNZEqcpoPmcgbKIfXtwCHq9WU3dbPUXU1/s1600/small_2485794498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCA2lL5tboCXNe79i21vqqfrPnnswxVexyG8_W6CZ7XXjLlnthFjW6x1O6JD2ZFnaq0zBlOZwjFlEhP21KcXfrpfOpztcrcVH2TOUnRCGt-YepNZEqcpoPmcgbKIfXtwCHq9WU3dbPUXU1/s200/small_2485794498.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">I recently purchased my first iPhone and all I can say is, I'm hooked! I have to admit though, that before I had my own iPhone, as I saw people walking around the stores texting or talking on their phones, I felt a bit perturbed. I would think to myself, "Can't they be without their phones for just one minute?" or "It's okay not to be available 24/7." Now I'm no different, for the simple reason that I found myself standing in a store the other day, texting and talking on my iPhone!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPC_xjamnfaNHUO36nAOUTNG2ql4S7pcUnzM2webhIk_R4T2OtdSxyV-u4dF0H_AvgMA_cp-yPHbXgQVXq6837A3Y4RziAIGihmW4UHdtAx12EzpeDGbLnjg9s_uv-Sk9UnebOmBdJOnl/s1600/happy+face+emitcon.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br /></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPC_xjamnfaNHUO36nAOUTNG2ql4S7pcUnzM2webhIk_R4T2OtdSxyV-u4dF0H_AvgMA_cp-yPHbXgQVXq6837A3Y4RziAIGihmW4UHdtAx12EzpeDGbLnjg9s_uv-Sk9UnebOmBdJOnl/s1600/happy+face+emitcon.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPC_xjamnfaNHUO36nAOUTNG2ql4S7pcUnzM2webhIk_R4T2OtdSxyV-u4dF0H_AvgMA_cp-yPHbXgQVXq6837A3Y4RziAIGihmW4UHdtAx12EzpeDGbLnjg9s_uv-Sk9UnebOmBdJOnl/s1600/happy+face+emitcon.bmp" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I can do all kinds of things on my iPhone - things like checking the Internet and my emails. I also keep a daily reminder. It even has an alarm. But what I enjoy most of all is the texting. Why, you might ask? I can stay in touch with family and friends. I love being able to send a little note to say hi, I love you or even just the icon of a happy face...like this :) They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, I'm beginning to think a few words in a text or something as simple as a happy face can be worth their weight in gold too.</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;"></span> </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFvx5pRAqNYq5UZnH_Hvd5H95QUxrWLvRyeY_RRpF-NzB_I4tiqOaFVxDCeO0iZCJGQRUQJFx1h1egOBAmA2-Ig7c9NGst5cbffNAYvrlpRMCqGv1LwiEiL6naD9WurCKHiosjYXVErbT/s1600/praying+hands.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFvx5pRAqNYq5UZnH_Hvd5H95QUxrWLvRyeY_RRpF-NzB_I4tiqOaFVxDCeO0iZCJGQRUQJFx1h1egOBAmA2-Ig7c9NGst5cbffNAYvrlpRMCqGv1LwiEiL6naD9WurCKHiosjYXVErbT/s1600/praying+hands.bmp" 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/AVvXsEhCFvx5pRAqNYq5UZnH_Hvd5H95QUxrWLvRyeY_RRpF-NzB_I4tiqOaFVxDCeO0iZCJGQRUQJFx1h1egOBAmA2-Ig7c9NGst5cbffNAYvrlpRMCqGv1LwiEiL6naD9WurCKHiosjYXVErbT/s200/praying+hands.bmp" width="128" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">It reminds me of something that I take for granted
and perhaps don't do as often as I should and that's pray! As a matter of fact,
prayer is far more advanced "technology" than the iPhone will ever be. We have a
direct line to the throne room in heaven, 24/7. Whenever we call, there's always
a happy face waiting on the other end of the line. We can talk to the almighty
Creator any time, anywhere, whether it's in the store or driving in the car. We
don't even have to pull over in fear of getting a distraction law ticket!
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">So next time you go to call someone on your
iPhone, say a little prayer for God's protection and blessing on them. Ask Him
to make His happy face shine upon them and give them His peace.</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em><span style="font-size: large;">May the Lord bless you and protect you. May the Lord smile on you and be gracious to you. May the Lord show His favour and give you His peace. (Numbers 6:24-26) NLT</span></em></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Until next time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Be Blessed,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Terilyn</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
Photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.photopin.com/">www.photopin.com</a> and <a href="http://www.publicdomainphotos.net/">www.publicdomainphotos.net</a>Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-47233818020430884262012-10-08T19:43:00.000-07:002019-10-28T15:17:24.320-07:00 HAPPY THANKSGIVING<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It's Thanksgiving day here in Canada and I want to share an article with you that I just posted on my other blog site<span style="color: orange;"> </span><a href="http://www.asafeandsecretplace.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #b45f06;">A Safe and Secret Place</span></a> . </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I wrote the article a few years ago but it is about harvest and blends well with the "Its Harvest" posting that I posted on this site yesterday. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Thank you to my good friend Marcia for helping me with the tweaking and grammar. I hope you enjoy !</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Happy Thanksgiving !</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Be Blessed,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Terrie Lynne </span>Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-90438038639679889832012-10-07T19:16:00.001-07:002012-10-13T11:15:09.559-07:00 IT'S HARVEST <span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I really enjoy the Autumn weather that we have been experiencing. It's my favourite time of year. It's harvest here in Alberta and that means time to gather everything from grain to garden vegetables.</span></span><br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-M52Ol1VhP-xSSKXDr-OltIRen-hHUH7cZZydTw6rGxN2Srr1_QTeUj_6tMgazgQjAirvTjWfUjp2E3OGpEAeYDRl2r8xoWHal0d0PJ7gOm7hhoS5TZV968zkQF0kevXAUj_KDkK7QaU3/s1600/sunset+and+combine.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/AVvXsEi-M52Ol1VhP-xSSKXDr-OltIRen-hHUH7cZZydTw6rGxN2Srr1_QTeUj_6tMgazgQjAirvTjWfUjp2E3OGpEAeYDRl2r8xoWHal0d0PJ7gOm7hhoS5TZV968zkQF0kevXAUj_KDkK7QaU3/s1600/sunset+and+combine.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have fond memories of growing up on the farm. Memories that will always hold a special place in my heart. </span><span style="font-size: large;">When I close my eyes, I can still see my dad climbing down from the combine to have a cup of coffee and a peanut butter sandwich that my mom and I had brought out for him. For me, coffee breaks meant time to run and jump like a hurdler over the rows upon rows of cut grain. It was fun, it was freeing.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCbEAoIwSxJwkxvq2Osk_ZmlhOdU4KnVGkKBdjhDVpZLIs22-ALm-37l_PztMKtYP0H9pP1FvJV-Q5WvCMew-b63JJBGHY8YTDnLdrQZCO_tqGWME6UompfRfvAgxmlKNgFPe2dgWV69dr/s1600/stary+ski+combine.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/AVvXsEgCbEAoIwSxJwkxvq2Osk_ZmlhOdU4KnVGkKBdjhDVpZLIs22-ALm-37l_PztMKtYP0H9pP1FvJV-Q5WvCMew-b63JJBGHY8YTDnLdrQZCO_tqGWME6UompfRfvAgxmlKNgFPe2dgWV69dr/s1600/stary+ski+combine.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">The grain dust was so thick in the air one could hardly breath yet, as evening came, the dust made for an incredible crimson red sunset. </span><span style="font-size: large;">When dusk gave way to the darkness, every star in the night sky seem to shine. It was amazing, it was beautiful. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWihZNB_2-WRAJ8QrCi2_yW-mYjnxfCk5LcDTVIV0CRDh8X8ICz2wwH8nzeqZHh7EX3hmzBKETZtNP1e5kQHObgyqP4XUJwdjurlbrDTSWyehGaX_gh2sCxmPycw78kLgQK8f2oWYcd_Kw/s1600/combine+lights.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/AVvXsEgWihZNB_2-WRAJ8QrCi2_yW-mYjnxfCk5LcDTVIV0CRDh8X8ICz2wwH8nzeqZHh7EX3hmzBKETZtNP1e5kQHObgyqP4XUJwdjurlbrDTSWyehGaX_gh2sCxmPycw78kLgQK8f2oWYcd_Kw/s1600/combine+lights.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mom and I would wait patiently in the grain truck for Dad to flash the combine lights, letting us know that the hopper was full of grain and it was time for us to drive over so he could unload. I can still hear the gentle, humming sound of the combine in the distance. It was soothing. </span><span style="font-size: large;">While waiting, Mom and I would laugh and discuss everyday life and sometimes we would talk about God. It was our special time together.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX55YD31mGCKgz85ciH0YiVgpGAGCrP7XrPrnIvgwjiXBNvMxgbMXAzz4sWZjZfe5MS4AguREkWfa0LK4VPqn9Xd_dJ24BI7EQY1Fs4jAWZFWkPGlvIMJnyMsDUMJgeH83ocfCpao_BkI0/s1600/thanksgiving+photopin.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/AVvXsEgX55YD31mGCKgz85ciH0YiVgpGAGCrP7XrPrnIvgwjiXBNvMxgbMXAzz4sWZjZfe5MS4AguREkWfa0LK4VPqn9Xd_dJ24BI7EQY1Fs4jAWZFWkPGlvIMJnyMsDUMJgeH83ocfCpao_BkI0/s1600/thanksgiving+photopin.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">As we celebrate Thanksgiving this weekend, I am grateful for these memories that will live on in my heart. Although my Dad has passed away now, I am thankful that I was able to grow up on a farm. I am thankful for the special time with my Mom and I am thankful to believe in a God that created it all!</span></div>
<br />
Happy <span style="background-color: #fce5cd;">Thanksgiving!</span>
<br />
Be Blessed,<br />
Terilyn<br />
<br />
<br />
</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Photos courtesy of <a href="http://www.photopin.com/">www.photopin.com</a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-49081417254857149262012-10-01T16:45:00.001-07:002019-10-28T15:05:35.679-07:00 RETURN TO INNOCENCE<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Do you ever find your mind drifting back to those days when you were a kid? Perhaps you have memories connected to the sights and sounds of being raised in the big city. Some of them bring back fond memories and some may even bring back painful ones that you hold deep inside. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Perhaps you grew up in a small rural town where life was quieter where little things like running to the mailman to get the mail or going to the local grocery store for a treat brought excitement. Do you remember the taste of that creamy Homo milk out of a glass bottle?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times";">For me, growing up on a farm made for many fond memories. During the summer, I was running through the grain fields, burning up the dirt trails on my bicycle, making mud pies or watching the storms come in. In the winter, it was making snow forts and angels in the snow. </span><span style="font-family: "times";">Whatever I was doing, there was a freedom and an innocence that somehow got lost in my adulthood and in the business of living everyday life. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"> I hope you will join me as we adventure together. I will share with you stories
of the past, thoughts from experiences of the present and hopes and dreams for the future. My hope is that together we can return to that innocence in our hearts and experience Gods love, freedom and grace, for this is where the healing begins!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">Until tomorrow,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">Be Blessed,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">Terrie Lynne</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"></span><br />Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535473489054473786.post-30690087061716750852012-09-30T19:07:00.000-07:002019-10-28T14:55:30.040-07:00 WHERE THE HEALING BEGINS<h4>
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></h4>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: large;"></span> </h4>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: large;">Welcome to Where the Healing Begins !</span></h4>
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Oct 1, 2012, I will begin posting on this new site. </strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>I hope you will come and join me!</strong> </span><br />
<h4>
<span style="font-size: large;">I have just finished writing <a href="http://releasethewriterwithin.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #666666;">A 30 Day Writing Challenge </span></a>from a wonderful book titled <a href="http://cecmurpheyswritertowriter.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #666666;">Unleash The Writer Within</span></a> by Cecil Murphey. Now I am ready to begin a new chapter in my writing journey. </span></h4>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: large;">I hope you will return to the innocense of the heart with me and follow along with <a href="http://return-to-innocense.blogspot.com/">Where The Healing Begins</a> postings.</span></h4>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Until tomorrow, </strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Be Blessed,</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Terrie Lynne</strong></span>Terrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06247950556929050828noreply@blogger.com0