On the Threshold

Autumn Threshold
by
Diane Romanello

I just love this picture.It speaks to me of opening a door on a new season,thus leaving the old one behind.We stand upon the threshold of the Autumn season.A time of new things.Perhaps a new school,new clothes and new books.A new teacher,new friends,a new life perhaps."See,I am doing a new thing!""declares the Lord" in Isaiah 43:19.It is the season of harvest.Of ripening corn and apples and pumpkins.The season of growth is past and now we reap an abundant and hearty bounty.We enjoy the fruits of our labors."And let us not get tired of well- doing,for at the right time we will get in the grain,if we do not give way to weariness."(Galatians 6:9,Bible in Basic English)We look ahead to a time of giving thanks to our wonderful creator God who has blessed us with all of His bounty,both heavenly and earthly"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,who has blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ."(Ephesians 1:3)."The eyes of all look expectantly to You,andYou give them their food in due season."(Psalm 145:15, New King James Version).We,as children of God can look forward with faith and hope to this new season for the God who created the seasons themselves will continue to provide all we need both spiritually and physically.His provision may come in a new and unexpected way.But His provision will be there.Always.At just the right time.No matter what the headlines say about our economy,the God who sent His only Son to die for us will be with us in this new season.Are you ready to step over the threshold?I am.

Blessings~Sharon

Relief

Days of sun baked earth
and searing heat.
Gave way to leaden
skies pouring forth
Liquid refreshment.
Refreshing weary
souls full of
sleepless nights
and blazing days.
Now glad hearts
pour forth praise
to the One
who grants sleep
to His children
and sends forth
rain in it's season.
Cooling ocean breezes
pour forth from
same pale gray expanse.
Renewing all who
feel it's blowing breath.
Like the wind of His spirit
renewing our spirits.
And we breathe deeply
and sigh heavily
and thank Him for this
relief.

Poem written by Sharon Goemaere

Blessings all~Sharon(who is glad for rain and wind)

Image courtesy of Morgue File

A Child's Garden

Flowers by Jesse Wilcox Smith

There is a garden in every childhood,

an enchanted place where colors are brighter,
the air softer,and the morning more fragrant
than ever again.
~Elizabeth Lawrence~

I am babysitting and proofreading again today but I just had to share this beautiful picture and quote I found with all of you .
Blessings,Sharon

Conversations While Coloring

Heart-Kids

I was busy trying to proofread a manuscript today while babysitting our granddaughter Hope along with my husband Steve.None of Hope's friends could play so she hung around me and prattled on and on.I knew it was time to break from proofing so I suggested to Hope that we go color.She and I have great conversations while coloring.We talked about colors to use and our individual pictures and such.As often happens our conversations turn to deeper subjects such as matters of faith.I rejoice to know that she is well acquainted with Jesus.In fact she is amazed when others do not believe in Him!For all her social ways she is still a very deep thinker and has very strong opinions on God and His ways and Word.She knows that sometimes He has to say no to our requests if not in our best interest.Amazingly she is appalled by greed in the world. She was very distressed by the merger between Microsoft and another corporation when her mother told her that it was most likely motivated by money and the desire for more of it...Hope boldly proclaimed there were more important things in the world than money!But I digress.As we colored and chatted today Hope suddenly looks at me and declares that"Bad people have small,black hearts."I listened for I knew more was coming.Smile."And"she says..."Good people have big,red hearts!"I smiled and said"Yes,I think you are right Hope."She's 7 and still too young to realize that we live in a world where things are not so easily and simply determined.Sadly, we live in a time when the good guys don't always wear white and have big red hearts.Deception abounds.Political correctness has muddied and turned to gray all but the most discerning of hearts.Bad guys often masquerade as"angels of light."And it seems all good is almost non-existent.But,I think it is all just an appearance.An apparition.For I saw goodness today in the big red heart of a child.And I smiled.
Blessings~Sharon

This Fleeting Season

Late Summer,Tuscany
Hazel Barker

Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer's year-It brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul.
~Author Unknown~

Then followed that beautiful season...Summer...
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light;
and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~

In less than 3 weeks our granddaughter goes back to school.All I have spoken to have said the same thing..."Where has the summer gone to.?"It is as if it had just begun and now is set to leave in about a month.Such a fleeting season.The landscape and weather here have been aware of it's all too brief presence and have slowly,gently responded to Autumn's beckoning.The sun,that gave us so many extra hours of daylight and cerulean skies is now fading into the soft nights much earlier now.The mornings,though still lovely and bright,at times,are definitely cooler.I welcome this chilly respite.I love watching,in anticipation,how the changing of seasons affects the earth.My eager blue eyes gaze with expectation for that first flame colored leaf to adorn the abundant trees here in our apartment complex.I look with joy upon the golden glowing landscape that is Autumn.I rejoice and give thanks to the One who created such exquisite beauty in Autumn and in each of the seasons.He says in Ecclesiastes 3:10 that"He has made everything beautiful in it's time."Each season on the calendar,each season or time of our life,has it's own unique beauty.It's own special fingerprint from the hand of God.His seal of approval so to speak.It's important that we enjoy each season that we are in at present for what it is.To relish each day as it comes.For life is like the seasons of the year.They are often too quickly gone.And unable to be retrieved once gone.Have a blessed day everyone.

Seeing Myself Clearly

"Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others."
~Philippians 2:4~

The real truth about myself or my character and motives can often be hard to discern and even more difficult to see.As an all too human woman, at times, I see myself through the pink hues lenses of rose colored glasses.I see myself through His eyes which are eyes of love and grace.Today I saw myself through His eyes.But this time it was through the eyes of a Father who longs to see me whole,and like Him.Those Eyes were loving but I,at that moment,realized I needed help with my attitude.I don't do the servant thing very well at times.I would,at times,rather do anything than cook another meal or wash another dish or do one more thing for another here.I saw this very clearly today.This was a glaring truth to me.I saw myself clearly.And it was not pretty.A sharp tone,rolling eyes or heavy sigh,may be missed by those whom I am serving but they are not missed by God.And today I was made aware of it.I had been too absorbed in my own self interests to see this as an opportunity to become more like Him.Jesus,the Son of God,took on the form of a servant and humbled Himself to the point of death on a cross.And yet,there I stood in my kitchen,not wanting to cook one more meal.But I did it anyhow.*Smile*Thankfully I married into a family that is extremely gracious and forgiving.Just like God Himself.They see me clearly and still they love me.That is an immense blessing.

Image from SOJ Graphics

Gift Graciously Bestowed

My dear friend Jo over at The Road Less Traveled
has graciously bestowed the Arte y Pico award upon me!
Apparently it was an award created for bloggers who inspire
you with their creativity and talents!
Thank you dear Jo for bestowing such an honor.
I am humbled and blessed by this.Jo is herself
a recipient of this award and I encourage you to
go and read her blog as well.You will enjoy!
This award is special I am told.
Therefore it comes with some rules:

1.)Pick 5 blogs that you would like to award this honor to.

2.)Each award has to have the name of the author and a blog
link to be visited by everyone.

3.)Each award winner has to show the award and put the name
and link to the blog that gave them the award.

4.)Award winner and the one who was given the prize have to show
the link of Arte y Pico blog so everyone will know the origin
of the award.

I bestow this award upon:
Adrienne

Ann

Brenda

Melissa

TeriLeigh

Blessings all~Sharon
PS~Keep me in prayer as I am getting over an upper respiratory infection.
Thanks so very much.

Berry Bliss

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth;
One is nearer God's heart in a garden,
Than anywhere else on earth.
~Dorothy Frances Gurney~
1858-1932

We had opportunity recently to spend an unmeasured amount of time out in nature recently.I craved it.Desired it.Turns out I truly needed it as well and my soul and spirit knew that.God knew it.Too much of my life is spent indoors.Taking care of business here in the apartment.Inside the van on the way to run errands.Inside businesses and stores.Little time spent in the sun,fresh air and out in God's lovely and restorative nature.So,off we went to a local berry farm.To pick blueberries, we hoped.And we were grandly rewarded.They were ripe and ready to be picked.The sun was warm and the wind was cool and there was nary a cloud to be seen.We took our buckets and gingerly made our way over the uneven terrain to where the blueberries were.Acre upon acre of various fruits and flowers were laid out before us.I began to be at peace.There is something very calming and cathartic about picking berries in a garden for me.It's as if God Himself dwells there and He speaks peace to me as I pull the sun ripened,blue orbs off their delicate stems.His peace begins to permeate.And I am transformed.Unaware that I have been carrying any stress internally I begin to feel it melt away as the sun,the wind and God's presence do their much needed work within me.I move onto the next bush and with each bush I peruse I feel my pulse slowing.My heart rate calms.I feel,I think,what the first humans must have felt in the Garden of Eden.And I smile for I am suddenly aware of His presence here more than any other place I have been.And this changes everything.My outlook is renewed.I feel internally refreshed.And I think to myself that it is no accident that time began in a garden.For I think God knew of it's ability to heal and restore and bless.And for that I am grateful.I am grateful that there are still green spaces,gardens,berry farms and such.I am not anti-progress but I am glad that there are still places in His creation where we as His children can go and gain a small glimpse into what Eden must have been like.

Blessings~Sharon
Image from All Posters

I am,I think Meme

I have been tagged by my dear friend Jo!So here are my answers to these wonderfully thought provoking phrases.I shall decline tagging anyone for Jo and I share many of the same blog friends and I got no response last time I tried this!

Blessings~Sharon

I am: A much loved child of an awesome God.

I think:God is the greatest artist there is.

I know: His plan for my life will be accomplished.

I have: Many who call me sister and friend.

I wish: I was thin.

I hate: Those things that separate people from God .

I miss: Many things and people.

I fear: Circumstances will remain the same.

I feel: Peaceful this morning.

I hear:The hum of our fans and husband's occasional snoring.

I smell: Freshly made coffee and the smell of a summer morn.

I crave: Books,books and more books.

I search:For God's will and for beauty as well as inspiration.

I wonder:What my family and friends are up to right now?

I regret: That I couldn't go to College.

I love:God,His creation,and all that is beautiful.

I ache: For those who need to be set free from sin's clutches.

I am not: Lonely.

I believe: God is good all the time.

I dance: Seldom.

I sing:Often.

I cry:When needing to release stress.

I don't always:Do that which I should do.

I fight: Seldom.

I write:Because I love it!

I win:In the end!

I lose:My patience sometimes.

I never: Say"never!"

I always:Try to remember to say "thank You."

I confuse:My priorities sometimes.

I listen:To beautiful or inspirational music most all the time.

I can usually be found:Writing or reading or cooking or cleaning.

I am scared: That inspiration in writing shall never return.

I need:To find Him once again.

I am happy about:My life in general.

I imagine:Heaven will be an amazing place!

Glimpses of His Grace

My husband and I have faced numerous losses in the last 6 years or so.Losses of health,employment,finances.Loss of friends and family members through old age and disease.Consequently we've faced times of fear as well as depression.It is a common thing,even among Christians.Sometimes we have even had to sell precious possessions to make ends meet.You do what you have to do.At least this has been our experience.But in the midst of all this grief,pain,sorrow and loss we've seen His grace as well.I was pondering this while in our bathroom yesterday.I was observing how pretty the stained glass angel night light was that one of my younger sisters had given me.They were a set of 2.One graces a small alcove in our living room.Sandy knew of my love of color,stained glass and angels.And she graciously bought these for Christmas last year.They have been a continual remembrance of His grace.How He provides light for us in the dark places in our lives.A bit of beauty in our day,just like the sun that rises and shines it's light on us.A reminder that He sends His angels,ministering spirits,to protect us and to guard us.And He reminds me of His love through the love of my sister.Glimpses of His grace.Sometimes they're small.Sometimes they're great.But they're always present in even the darkest times in our lives if we but look for them.

Blessings~Sharon

Summer's Rest

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time. ~John Lubbock

We are off to the coast for some much needed relaxation and to enjoy this day's all too quickly fleeting beauty!Time flies much too quickly when one is middle aged.There are days I long for the seemingly eternal summer days of my childhood where time seemed non existent but for the ever changing position of that huge golden orb we call the sun.To lie on one's back and stare at summer clouds without fear of sun damage is a memory of my childhood I hold dear.What memories of summer do you treasure?
Blessings~Sharon

My Week

It's been quite a week here.Spring weather finally arrived just in time for summer to begin.God surely has a sense of humor.Smile.I ended up in ER again for my heart had jumped out of rhythm once again.I was shocked back into rhythm.But it took 2 doses of medicine to sedate me and three tries to shock me back into rhythm.That means my body is building an immunity to such things.I did not welcome that news at all.I am still in rhythm,praise the Lord.I see the cardiologist tomorrow.I do hope that he does not mention the dreaded"P"word.Pacemaker.I am too young and in many ways too healthy for such a thing. I know that is simply my non-medical opinion.And no one welcomes invasive surgery.But it is possible he will discuss it tomorrow.I am really hoping it all was just caused by a change of medications a few months back.What can I say,I am an optimist.Big grin.I know God is in control and that He loves me.I just don't understand His ways at times.It seems I have had need of a lot of sifting.And He has allowed it.I just must keep in mind that sifting purifies and refines us as His children.That it makes us fit for ministry and for heaven.And it is therefore necessary.We did some spring cleaning this week.I just love to look out of sparkling clean windows.It just brightens the day and allows for a clear,unobstructed view of the verdant beauty that is Oregon in the summer time.I feel so blessed,blissful really to live in such a state.I grew up in Sacramento CA and never thought, that at age 30, God would move me to Oregon.But He did.And I have been here ever since.Our apartment complex held a summer solstice festival here yesterday.I had thought of not going.It is very easy for me,a writer and avid reader to be what some would deem anti-social.My loves,my hobbies,my talents,my gifts,are solitary pursuits.I was created by God to be this way.I have never minded being alone.Consequently,I must sometimes force myself into the company of others,much to my husband's chagrin.He gently encouraged me to go and enjoy the festivities so I joined him,our daughter and granddaughter.And I am glad I did.There was a colorful parade of many of the children who dwell here and pets all decked out with balloons and such.Chalk art contests,hula hoop contests,prettiest pet contests.What fun I had!I chatted in the shade of a lovely tree with another tenant whom we used to attend church with years back.Occasionally a lovely breeze would grace us with it's refreshing presence, taking the edge off of the heat.Or an overly excited puppy would come over for some love and attention which I willingly gave for I adore animals.We finished off the festival with a donut provided by one of the tenants who works at a donut shop!And,Steve and I were also given pinwheels,along with the children to"play"with as we sat there enjoying the day's festivities.Huge grin now.They awakened a long forgotten childhood love of things that blow in the wind.They each now grace a pot of pansies on our patio,waiting for a delightful wind to set them in motion.I really needed this respite.This return to childhood.It's far too easy to become too mature,too adult like.I need to remember how to have fun.For this too,I think,is a gift from God.A way to alleviate the stresses that come with adulthood.Today we will babysit at noon.Right now I am enjoying the quiet hum of our air purifier and the gentle sleep sounds of my husband and cat.And I love it.It's peaceful.Comforting.Like a hug from God.May your day be filled with many hugs from Him too.

Blessings~Sharon

Potpourri

I titled this potpourri for it is not about one specific thing.It is about a variety of things that have all been blended together and have made up my life lately.I have not blogged in awhile nor have I been to visit many of your blogs.I miss it terribly but it seems that as of late the words won't come.They swirl about in my brain occasionally as if to tease me,tempt me,seduce,me,dare me to pour their content out upon this blank page.They come near,and then,like a skittish colt,they run off again,flying like the wind,and I am left alone to ponder their exit.Not completely alone for I know God is with me.But alone in that place writers know well at times.That place where the words seem frozen.Encased in ice as thick and unyielding as an Alaskan glacier.What does one do when the creativity seems to have vanished?When the words refuse to flow.For myself,I pray.I ask God to see me through this time of blank pages and seemingly dried up pen.And I await His warmth to once again blow His spirit,His presence, His breath,His"ruach"( a lovely Hebrew word)upon my life and writing.In this period of waiting I have helped hold a garage sale here in our complex.It was this last weekend.And I am glad it is done.We made a bit of money.And more importantly we were able to rid ourselves of things we no longer needed to hold on to.If we do that with stuff in our physical lives,how much more do we need to rid ourselves of those things that clog and clutter our spirit man.It was good to enjoy the sunshine and cool breezes God graced us with last weekend.We met some of our neighbors and their pets and children.And we survived all of it.If you've ever held a garage sale you know what I am talking about.Smile.Also during the last 2-3 weeks I finished my first ever proofreading job for a small,newly formed Christian publishing company called Revolutionary Disciples Media!They loved my work and want to hire me!That's pretty exciting for this 46 year old who has never worked in publishing ever.It will start small at first but God says not to despise the day of small or humble beginnings.I am rejoicing that I get to be a part of getting good writing out to those who need encouragement or need to be set free through the power of His holy spirit via the written word!If you are looking for a publisher please follow the link I have included above.I think it will be worth your time(of course I am slightly partial).Big grin.That's all I have for tonight dear readers.Be encouraged and blessed!Blessings~Sharon

Narrow and Less Traveled

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference...

Robert Frost

"Enter by the narrow gate;for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction,and there are many who go in by it.Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life,and there are few who find it."

~Matthew 7:13-14~

~Image from The Morgue File~

Rain

It's a lovely,cool and rainy night here.I am relaxing and listening to classical crossover on Yahoo music.And I am just enjoying the presence of the Lord.For me,sheer bliss,for I see His grace in every drop of rain that falls.

Rain is grace;rain is the sky condescending to the earth;without rain,there would be no life.

~John Updike~

Image courtesy of The Morgue File

Seeking the Sun

As I stepped out on to our small apartment patio this morning I saw our pansies had all been straining to reach what little bit of sun they could find.As I watered and tended to them I was struck with the thought that I too,as a believer in Jesus,must also seek the son.I must seek the Son of God.For it is then I will grow.It is then I will flourish.It is then I will bloom brightly for Him.It is then I will bless those around me.How about you,dear reader?Are you seeking the Son?
"Seek the Lord while He may be found.Call upon Him while He is near."
~Isaiah 55:3~
"As the deer pants for water brooks,So pants my soul for You,O God."
~Psalm 42:1~
~Image courtesy of The Morgue File~

Some Things Never Change

Some things never change.They really don't.They seem to span the generations.Passed down from Mother to daughter or Father to son.They just never seem to lie dusty and forgotten,tucked away in an attic somewhere.And forget about them ever becoming obsolete.They refuse to die it seems.I saw evidence of this recently as we watched our granddaughter Hope Ann after school one day.She came home to us as her Mom was at work.She was upset.Her face registered sheer mortification.The source of her distress?It was a song.A simple little song.Words set to music.And you'll never guess what song it was!?It was the"kissing song."You know the song from elementary school,I'm sure.I was surprised it was still around myself.And Hope was upset because someone had put her name in it.And horror of horrors it was in conjunction with her friend Shane's name.Her"recently declared"boyfriend.Love of her 7 year old life.Friend,defender and rescuer Shane.He,with the blond head and adorable grin.He who is shorter than Hope by several inches and yet above her in age and grade by a couple of years.They were both in a song about k-i-s-s-i-n-g.Hope and Shane sittin' in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g,first comes love,then comes marriage... this had ruined her day as well as her mood.When asked why this distessed her so much she boldly proclaimed that she hated Shane.That he was not her friend,much less her boyfriend.We do not know the reason or source for this change of heart.We only know it happened.And it happened quickly.Ah,some things never change.Like the fickle hearts of 7 year old girls.I am really glad God is not that way.Loving us one minute.Hating us the next.His love for His creation,and that includes us,changes not.God Himself boldly declares in Malachi 3:6"For I am the Lord,I do not change;therefore you are not consumed,O sons of Jacob."Yes,it's so good to know that some things never change.

Blessings,Sharon

Image courtesy of The Morgue File.

Lately

It's been crazy here lately.Last week Salem was sizzling under abnormally high triple digit heat and loads of sunshine.This week we are rainy and enjoying temperatures that are below normal for this time of year.That's crazy.Our lives personally have been crazy too.Unusually busy with appointments of various kinds.Unexpected trips to the doctor.Unplanned for times of babysitting our granddaughter Hope.Times and issues that have produced fear,and tears and disappointments.Crazy,stressful times.I am hoping that it will slow down soon.I long to be able to pursue those things I am passionate about like reading and writing and gardening.But time has not permitted it.My dreams at night have been reflecting the crazy pace we've had to keep lately.Busy,jumbled dreams that were hard to recall upon awaking.A vivid reflection of our busy,jumbled lives right now.In the midst of it all I have taken the time to thank God for His presence and His faithfulness through all this.We have seen Him smooth the way in the midst of all this craziness that has been our lives lately.Places that normally would require us to wait in long lines and such have been nearly empty!His kindness in the midst of chaos.I am so thankful He never changes.Though He may not remove the storm we can catch a glimpse of His hand reaching out to us in the midst of it's darkness and fear and pain.And it is then we truly realize we have a safe place to rest until the storm passes over.

Blessings all,Sharon

God Shouts?

CS Lewis said"God whispers to us in our pleasure,speaks to us in our conscience,but shouts to us in our pain;it is His megaphone to a rouse a deaf world."I felt compelled(led,inspired?)to share the following that happened to me around April 30th.Having just celebrated Mother's Day a week ago I thought it was timely,especially for those who did not have "Hallmark Card" Mom's.I was one who did not.I have accepted that fact.I cannot gloss it over,sweeten it up or even pretend it did not happen.I cannot look at it through the pale and pretty lenses of rose colored glasses.That would abort any healing that God may yet want to do.And it would be falsehood.Falsehood would allow the pain to fester and become poison in my soul.It would block the flow of His spirit to mine.So,if your youth was marred by the pain of woefully imperfect and inadequate parenting,whether maternal or even paternal,I hope you find comfort and healing in what is shared.From God's heart to yours~Sharon

God speaks often in our lives and sometimes it seems He fairly shouts.Smile.Yesterday was an emotional day for me and unexpectedly so.My eyes were awash with tears for much of the afternoon.We had run some errands and our last stop before returning home was to drop off a med list for refill.I waited in the van content to read a little while Steve ran the list in.As I sat there my eyes were drawn at one point by 3 women exiting the store.Obviously together I focused on the last one.She had the cart.She walked in a way that suggested a physical challenge.Her cart contained the evidence in the form of a quad cane.One of the women walked a few feet ahead at a good clip.Not intentionally but perhaps by nature she was a fast walker.And as I watched her walking ahead of the other two my heart and mind were arrested by the thought that this was me 20 or more years ago.I was the one walking ahead of my own disabled mother.I felt instant remorse and guilt.And pain for she has been gone many years now.And I was walking ahead at a good clip to avoid her.To avoid association with her in public.To avoid any appearance of a close connection.We did not resemble each other in any way for I took after my dad's Irish roots.This dark haired,darker skinned woman I called mom(or mother when I was angry)was someone I did not want to be near.For she had caused pain.Inflicted pain in the form of a dark,leather belt for what I as a very logical child deemed minor infractions.As these memories washed over me in the van I fought back tears and yet wanted to give full release to that which was just near the surface.As my husband returned I began to share with him my experience.And it was then that the dam within me overflowed it's banks and poured forth from my heart and spilled out of my eyes..I asked the Father to forgive me.I explained to my husband why I thought I was crying.I have never been super emotional so this torrent of tears left him confused and wondering what to do.Smile.Later in the day after my tears had dried I began to journal about this experience and once again the torrent came.This time in an even stronger way than earlier.But as I cried I felt as if I was,by this very act,washing away the pain and all the negative impact this had on me.I had not even known this was dwelling within me.But God knew it was there.Lurking in a dark,hidden place of my heart that had been locked down for many years.Waiting for full release from it's prison.And I,the prison guard,had to acquiesce,to the authority of the One who is greater than I.To the One who created this heart of mine and knew that such a thing could no longer dwell there without damaging me.And I am so very glad I did.

Happy Mother's Day !

Happy Mother's Day everyone,whether you are a spiritual mother,stepmother,foster mother,adoptive mother,or natural mother!Tomorrow is your day.I hope it is a blessed one for you!

Blessings~Sharon