Happy birthday Daddy!

Today is my daddy's birthday! He was born December 13, 1937, 73 years ago. Yall have no idea what a big deal this birthday really is. God really showed out for him 19 months ago. You see my daddy wasn't supposed to live too long past Christmas of 2008. He had a massive heart attack in 1990. He has been been dealing with the after effects of that since. Tons of meds, 9 heart stints ( added over a  number of years), an angioplasty and a pacemaker/defibrillator. Over the past maybe six years he has had many other issues too. He is diabetic and has had some kidney damage as a result. I'm sure that I am forgetting other things because there is a laundry list... Oh and he stayed in constant atrial fib! His pacemaker/defibrillator has shocked him several times. He had gotten so bad that all he could do was go from the bed to the sofa. He was miserable!! We were miserable FOR him... He had always been an active man. Never minded shopping and loved working in the yard. It was really hard to see him this way. Knowing that his quality of life was not good was heart breaking. Oh and he was a fairly newlywed! Long story short, his docs said that there was really nothing else they would do for him. They offered Hospice more than once. They also offered to put him in touch with people to get one of those motorized chairs! THAT is NOT my Daddy!! He refused that with a quickness. He also wasn't ready for for Hospice. He wasn't ready to lay down and die! THAT IS my Daddy!! He is a fighter!! His cardiologist told him that the only thing she could do for him was send him to Kirkland Clinic in Birmingham to see a set of docs up here in the hopes that they knew something that she didn't. Can you say, "PRAISE GOD!?" This trip to Kirkland Clinic was the beginning of the rest of his life! My brother and I met them there on the day of the appointment to be a support system. Oh my! I don't think that I was prepared for what these doctors had to say or what my Daddy had to say either. There has been talk of some "sock" thing that they might could put over his heart to help the enlarging but we quickly found out that this was not an option for him. Nor was transplant. He was too "old" for it. The doc told him that he wasn't sure if there was an option for him. The "big" doc came in with a different story. When Dr. Salpy Pamboukian came in, I remember her asking Daddy what would happen if he was not a candidate for this un-FDA approved procedure. I will never forget his words! "I will die within three months! I can't live any longer like this." I felt my own heart stop with these words. You see, I love this man more than life itself! He is a HUGE GIANT part of my life and I wouldn't know what to do without him! This UN FDA approved procedure is called Implantation of Left Ventricular Assist Device or LVAD for short. This requires the chest to be opened up and this device implanted into his body to, for lack of a better explanation, by pass the left side of his heart all together and it runs on batteries. He would be required to live on batteries for the rest of his life! Oh and the surgery was MAJOR surgery and he wasn't even strong enough for it! I stayed on my face before my Heavenly Father! Psalm 118:17 ,He WILL live and NOT die and declare what the LORD has done, was what I confessed all the time!! I reminded God that HE said that He would hasten HIS Word to perform it. I KNEW that God couldn't lie! I trusted Him. I believed him. There was a lot that had to happen to see if Daddy was even a "good" candidate for this surgery. Once approved, they admitted him to UAB to get him ready for it. This took days!! Oh my word! Was it ever going to happen!? THIS was his last and ONLY chance to live but yet they reminded us that he could die before of during surgery.. THE DEVIL IS A LIE! That wasn't what MY God said so I didn't receive that report! Oh gosh was it hard at times... Surgery.. I was so not ready for this! He was! It was this or die and he wasn't ready to give up and die! Surgery went EXTREMELY well! Docs were shocked and surprised. I wasn't. My God isn't a liar! He is FAITHFUL! I wasn't prepared to see his after though. They told us there would be many machines, tubes, wires and he would be on life support... This is what I saw upon entering the unit...

I was never prepared to see my daddy like this! I only post it so that you can SEE how very far God has brought him. I prayed over this man before, during and still to this day. God hears my prayers and He honors them. I decreed that my Daddy WOULD live and NOT die and declare what God did for him! God is SO good! Today, 19 months later, it is his 73rd birthday. When I talked to him earlier he was getting ready to go to the Y to work out. This man that was supposed to be dead works out at least twice a week, most of the time three time though. He is in better health now that before the surgery. He is a walking, talking, living, breathing, working out MIRACLE! One of his doctors that he really doesn't even need to see anymore still schedules appointments for him. They loved to see him because he IS a miracle! There is NO other reason that he should be alive except God performed a miracle! He honored His word! Praise God!

Do you need a miracle? It's possible! God is not a man that he can lie or the son of man that he should repent (Nums 23:19). If He said anything, He'll do it! It isn't up to Him and what he CAN do! It IS up to us and what we can believe that He WILL do! I BELIEVED that he would perform a miracle and He did! What do you believe? Remember that faith is nothing more that just believing that God WILL do what He said He would. Oh and fear.... can't have it... Fear is faith in reverse.. If you need a miracle, repent (1st John 1:9), love on Him (Proverbs 8:17), ask and believe Him for what you need (Mark 11:24) and have someone "hook up" with you believing in agreement (Matt. 18:19). And it will be done. Don't waiver. Stand your ground! A double minded man won't receive... BELIEVE that it IS done! I did!

To God be the GLORY!!

Happy birthday my sweet Daddy!

I love you most!!

Praise God!

The procedure that Daddy had has now been approved by the FDA! Praise the Lord! More families with have more years with their loved ones! Here are some links to read more in detail about the LVAD. It was originally for transplant patients.

http://www.debakeydepartmentofsurgery.org/home/content.cfm?proc_name=Implantation+of+Left+Ventricular+Assist+Device&content_id=274

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LVAD

http://www.chfpatients.com/implants/lvads.htm

11 Years Ago

I guess that I'm not very good at this "blogging" thing. I always have so much to say but when I sit down to "say" it.. well... Anywho...

With Elizabeth's birthday being tomorrow I have been thinking about where I was this time 11 years ago. I was pregnant. We had no proof from docs that she was a girl but my heart knew. We were so excited. My due date was Dec. 19th. We still hadn't gotten her room ready. I am at my best when I wait until the last minute or so I like to tell myself. I mean we still had five weeks left. My pregnancy was normal so we had no worries. I was just enjoying growing arms and legs! Kiven enjoyed it too. Every morning before he left for work he would kiss my belly and tell us that he loved us. A great daddy from the get go! He left for work that morning like he always did. I mean this day wasn't going to be any different than any other. We had a scheduled OB appointment that afternoon but that was it. We we also excited about our child birth class that night. My day was pretty uneventful. I got ready for our OB appointment and headed over. Kiven met me there. He never missed one, not one! All was good except my BP was way high. Dr. B was a little concerned so he had me lay on my left side for half an hour. My BP came down after I laid there for more than half an hour so he allowed us to leave. It was late so we decided to go and get a bite to eat before coming back over for our child birth class. Dinner was good and I felt fine. We just made it over to the hospital when Kiven got a call. I headed on in thinking that I need to go to the little momma's room.... and it happened.... Long story (already told in another post).. Kiven and I became parents to Elizabeth Loren-Bea Massey at 1:40AM on November 17, 1999. Our precious precious baby girl. She left in the arms of angels on November 26, 1999. She is forever loved and missed. Not a day goes by that we don't think of her. Glory be to God!

              Every desirable and beneficial gift comes out of heaven. James 1:17

I am so grateful to God for allowing us the time that we had with our baby girl. She changed me for the better. I owe her my life! I wouldn't be who I am today if now for her. Can't wait to see you again!

To God be the glory!

I was just thinking..

I just posted on my facebook page, "How do you know that the devil is lying? If his mouth is moving he is telling a lie! I know some people like that!" It really made me think. Some folks don't even know HOW the devil "lies" to us. In John 8:44 Jesus said it! "When he speaks a lie, he speaks from his own resources, for he is a liar and the father of it." He speaks to us, not in an audible voice, but through circumstances. When I got out of bed this morning he lied to me! He told me that I was "sick" because of symptoms in my body that he put there! It's a lie. God said that I have been redeemed (Galatians 3:13) from sickness. Jesus took it to the cross over 2000 years ago. I immediately have to remind the devil of that by opening my mouth and saying so. We HAVE to put him in his place or he'll just go nuts with his lies. A little earlier this morning I was watching TBN. They are doing a Praise-A-Thon. It has been an awesome few days! Even when I was gettin' my Word on, he opened his mouth again! He reminded me that we have needs that need to be met by a certain time and that time is getting close. Ticked me off!! I had to remind him that the God I serve and HONOR with the FIRST fruits of ALL of our income is NOT a liar! God said that if we tithed that HE would open the windows of Heaven and pour me out a blessing so big that I will NOT have room enough to receive it all! He also said that HE would meet all of our needs according to HIS riches in glory by Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:19). Again, I had to say this out of my mouth. Now, I sit here about to go get my babies from school and it's raining! I feel him try once again but I cut him off before he even gets started... A hedge of protection surrounds me because I abide under the shadow of the Almighty (Psalm 91)!

We have to realized that each and every bad thought that comes to us doesn't come from God. It is the devil speaking to us! IT ISN'T GOD! If something is trying to steal from you, kill you or destroy you (John 10:10), it IS from the devil. BUT! BUT Jesus came so that we might have life and have it more abundantly (Also in John 10:10)! Remember that the next time the devil opens his mouth! Call him what he is, a liar! Call on Jesus... HE has you back!! Speak the Word and the Word only when the devil starts talking!

To God be the glory!

I forgave God! And He forgave me!

Everyone says that we aren't supposed to question God and the choices that He makes but I had a real problem with that. Here I was the mother of a dead baby! How "fair" was that!? I was angry!

Can I just be real with you for a few minutes? Thanks! When Elizabeth died, people said some really stupid things. Maybe next time I'll post a list of things you never say to someone who has lost a child. Mind you that I was "un"churched about the things of God. People told us that, "God just needed another flower for His garden." I thought, "What the heck. Let Him make some, don't take mine!" We had people tell us. "God needed another angel and He only takes the best!" REALLY!? I had been told that Heaven was FULL of angel so just WHY did He take mine! Good grief, he had PLENTY! Why MINE!? Oh and some people told us, "You're young, you can have more children!" I thought, "Ya think? You don't know what we went through to have HER!" Everyone was telling us that "God took her" for this reason or that reason. As I sat with my grief I got mad. I thought that God was supposed to LOVE me and you don't TAKE from people you love. I didn't know God very well and frankly, I didn't really want to know Him. He took the daughter that Kiven and I wanted more than we wanted to take our next breath! How could I get to know someone that I didn't even like? How could I forgive him for taking our first born daughter!? I sucked it up and went in search of the answers that ALL bereaved parents want, WHY?

As I lay on my sofa one day thinking of a way to get away from the pain of grief and the ignorance of stupid people, I thought about suicide.. I knew that if I took enough of the pills that I had been given I would just go to sleep and not have to deal anymore... As I thought about it, I HEARD the audible voice of God say, "Do you want to see her again?" I looked around knowing that hubby was at work but knowing that I HEARD a voice! Since the voice was audible, I answered out loud, "Yes." He then said, "This is not the way. Jesus is the only way." That's where my real journey began....

Hubby and I started looking for a "home" church after Elizabeth died. Since we are being honest, I wasn't looking for God. It was answers I wanted; WHY! We visited a big church in our area and it just wasn't for us. It felt very impersonal so we didn't go very many times. We thought we'd try the church that hubby was raised in. I thought that THIS would be were I would find "it!" The people were really nice! I liked it there, in the beginning. There were even two more women that had lost babies so I felt somewhat understood. They were a lot further along in their grief so their anger was long gone. Mine was still fresh and sitting right on the surface. I didn't feel like I was getting the answers that I wanted during the service so I made an appointment to meet with the preacher in his office. He was very nice but seemed to be avoiding my questions by the end of the meeting I still had no answers but I had made a profession of faith and received Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. I was still mad at God though and still had NO answers! Now my anger and unforgiveness was starting to "convict" me. We didn't stay at this church much longer. I just wasn't getting "it." We didn't go for a couple of years so I still sat with my anger.

A little neighbor boy knocked on my door one day and gave me a flyer that was advertising a church doing a "sidewalk giveaway." It peaked my interest because nobody GIVES anything away. There is always a catch. So I called! The pastor himself answered the phone. That impressed me. The other preachers that we had encountered were way too good to "lower" themselves enough to answer their own church phone. They paid people to do that. Well, I asked about what was going on and he told me. He talked to me for about 20 mins and invited us to church. I let him know that I had some things that they were welcome to, if they wanted. He said sure so hubby took them down. They talked too. We visited that Sunday. I KNEW that THIS was the place that I WOULD get ALL of my questions answered!! This Pastor was TEACHING me. He wasn't preaching to or at me. Pastor was teaching me SO much  my head was spinning! He was teaching me about God and how much he LOVES me. How could that be? He TOOK my daughter! WHY would he do that to me? He knew how much it would hurt! He had given His son. He made a choice to give His though, I didn't. In these teaching I also learned that God CAN do all things! I learned that the devil comes to steal, KILL and destroy! Dang it! The devil was the one that responsible for Elizabeth's death not God! I came to realization that God DID love me and that's WHY He gave His son. He gave Him, the sacrificial lamb, so that I could receive forgiveness for all the sins that I had committed and was going to commit throughout my lifetime. He sent His only Son (Jesus, the sacrificial lamb) for me so I didn't have to die and go to Hell. Man, if that isn't love, I'm not sure what is. Forgiveness is a huge word, powerful too. Here are a few definitions for it just so you know.. Forgive means to cease to feel resentment against (an offender) and to give up resentment of or claim to requital for. I had been feeling resentment toward God for "taking" my baby girl!

After I talked with a precious man (Bill Compton, giving credit where credit is due.) one day while doing our church's bus ministry, I realized that I was busy blaming God for what happened to Elizabeth instead of being thankful! Bill is a man, precious as he is, still a man. Not a momma. He started telling me about 9/11 and how God stopped people from going in to work and all the planes that God kept on the ground and all this other stuff that God intervened and DID stop! Then it hit me! God had ALLOWED Elizabeth to die! He could have stopped it! OMW! I realized that I had a whole new WHY now! No he did not TAKE her but he had allowed it! WHY? This question ran around in my head like crazy! Then one day, out of nowhere, I figured it out! I KNEW WHY!!! He LOVES me! That's WHY! Crazy as it sounds, it's true! He loves me! See, He sent HIS son to save us ALL but hubby and I weren't "lining" up. We weren't bad people but we weren't serving Him either. I don't ever remember confessing Jesus Christ. Hubby had as a child. I'm sure that we were on track to bust Hell wide open. The scripture says that you must believe in your heart and confess with your mouth that Jesus IS the son God.( Romans 10:9-10 That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.) Hear what I'm sayin and not what I'm sayin (thanks Pastor). God sent Jesus (the Lamb of God) for us all but Kiven and I still weren't under the blood of Christ. Truthfully, we weren't even headed that direction. He gave Elizabeth to us knowing that she was going to die. Just as He did when he sent Jesus. Jesus was sent to "do a job" so to say. It was His responsibility to save the us. Kiven and I "missed the boat." I believe with all that I am that God sent Elizabeth (OUR sacrificial lamb) and allowed her to die to SAVE me and Kiven! Had she not died I never would have had to question WHY! It was THEN that I told God that I was so sorry for all the years of blaming Him! It was THEN that I asked Him to forgive me for it! It was THEN that I told Him that I forgive Him! I forgave God for allowing Elizabeth to die! It was THEN that I came to know peace.. THE peace that passes ALL understanding! (Philippians 4:7 And the peace of God, which passes all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.)

Please know that I have since come to know that the people that said "stupid stuff" said it out of love, compassion and grief of their own. I have forgiven them too. They meant well and just didn't know whatelse to say. Just know that when you encounter ANYONE that has lost a loved one, no matter what the relation, "I'm sorry for your loss" is enough!

To God be ALL the glory for ANY good that comes out of my life!

An Ugly Pair of Shoes

I found this sometime ago. It speaks volumes about the ongoing pain of a bereaved mom. We never get OVER it! We just get THROUGH..

"An Ugly Pair of Shoes"

I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable Shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in the world.
Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have wore the shoes so long that days will go by
before they think of how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of the shoes I am a stronger women.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
Author Unknown


In loving memory of our precious baby girl!
Elizabeth Loren~Bea Massey
11~17~99 ~~ 11~26~99
You are FOREVER loved and missed!
We'll see you again Sweetness!

"I don't know how to pray!"

I will never forget speaking those words so many years ago! I felt so helpless and didn't even know how to reach out to a Father that I didn't even know. I needed Him and had no idea how to talk to him. I wasn't raised in church and had never really "prayed" for anything that I thought mattered. You know those "prayers" that all of us sinners pray. "Now God if you just get me home safe or this or that.. I'll never do this or that again. Amen." You know that you have prayed that way before... You didn't mean it anymore than I did...God knew that we didn't but I felt like he "humored" me a lot of the times when I "prayed" this way. To get "big picture" I think that we need to take a trip back in time...

Almost 12 years ago I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Elizabeth Loren-Bea. My pregnancy was pretty much uneventful once we got past the 9 week mark. I was put on bed rest a couple of times but it really wasn't a big deal. I worked in sales so I was on my feet 9/10 hours a day sometimes so those bed rest breaks were welcomed. I was 35 weeks pregnant when we went for a routine check up. My bp was WAY up so I was asked to lie on my left side, in the office, for a little while so they could see if it would go down. After about an hour it did and we were told we could leave. We had a childbirth class only a couple of hours later so we just went across the street to eat an early dinner. All was well. I felt fine. At about 6:40 we headed back over to the hospital for our class. We really enjoyed those classes but nothing had been mention about what we were about to experience. Kiven got a call so we were sitting in the truck while he talked. I started to feel like I needed to go to the ladies room so I told him that I would just meet him at the elevator when he was done with his call. I headed in and started thinking that I just was NOT going to make it! I got in the hospital good and it happened! My water broke! Kiven came in seconds after. All I could think was "it's too soon!" Kiven was thinking the same thing but he never voiced it. He knew that I was afraid. He helped me get to the ladies room, even came in with me. At this point we didn't care what anyone else thought. Once I assured him that I was OK, he went upstairs to our childbirth classroom and got our instructor, a nurse. She came down and asked me if I was SURE that my water had broke. Duh! She left us to go get a "strip" that will let you know if it is really amniotic fluid. When she got back and checked.. it was. She said that we needed to go around to the ER so we could be admitted. I wanted to go home and get a bag ready. I was five weeks early so we had no bag or ANYTHING ready! She said that since we lived close and contractions had not started yet that I could but I needed to be QUICK! We got less than a 1/4 mile from the hospital when my contractions started so we went back. Still, I have not prayed... I may have but nothing sticks out. We got admitted, ultrasound done to size and date, everyone was called and before long my room was full. We were having a baby! We had been assured by my OB and many nurses that five weeks early wasn't really that big a deal. The baby measured, on ultrasound, to be between 5 1/2 to 6 pounds so we were good. I won't bore you with all the labor details but it wasn't an easy labor. At 1:40 AM on November 17, 1999, Elizabeth made her entrance! The first thing I noticed was her mouth. I was scared! She had cleft lip and palate. My doctor could see that I was worried and afraid. He began to tell me that by the time she was three months old the could close the lip, six months they would have the palate close and by the time she was a year old we would never know it was ever even there. I was still afraid. I KNEW that something was wrong in the latter weeks of my pregnancy. I journaled it just 14 days before she was born. Here is the excerpt..

"Nov. 4, 1999
Hey Angel baby (this is the ONLY time I EVER caller her this). We are getting close to time for  you to get here, 44 days til your due date. We are excited. You have gotten bigger so you move less which worries me. I worry all the time that something is wrong with you. I KNOW (underlined in my journal) that I shouldn't.  You see, your mommy isn't perfect. In the past I done things wrong, nothing that is against the law or anything like that But I've not been as good as I could have been. Your daddy makes me feel perfect and then I remember that I'm not and that's when I worry. I'm scared that God will punish me through you. I'll love you NO (underlined in journal) matter what!! I've wanted you for so so long that it doesn't matter how you get to me just that you get here. I consider you a gift."

So, I felt that something was wrong... Long story short, Elizabeth had a few other issues that needed to be seen to immediately so she was transferred to Children's, then UAB and back to Children's once the discovered that he intestines had perforated (long story for another blog). On November the 26th, Thanksgiving day, several of our family members were with us at Children's waiting to be told that Elizabeth was stable enough for surgery. My stepmother, France (oh how I love and miss her) went in to see her with me. She was seizing constantly now even with meds on board. She was septic. They had place drain tubes in to drain off the poison but it wasn't really helping... Frances and I went back to the waiting room after our visit. Elizabeth wasn't getting better. I sat down in the waiting room and France got on her knees in front of me on the floor and said, "We need to pray!!" I knew that she wasn't "churched" so it sounded strange coming out of her mouth. I said, "I don't know how to pray!" through tears streaming down my face. Frances said, "I don't either but we need to try." Frances began to "pray" to God. I don't remember what she said but I do remember the love for me and Elizabeth in every word she spoke. To no avail, Elizabeth left in the arms of angels the next day at 2:07PM. She was buried on the 29th next to her PaPa Ralphy in a plot (one of three) that was given to us by Kiven's mom.

Flash forward to today. I remember those words "I don't know how to pray" so clearly.  Frances DID pray! She and I didn't know it at the time but she did. I know that God honored that "prayer" that day. I know that it was her prayer and mine that Elizabeth not be in any pain anymore, her specific words I don't remember. God heard and answered. Elizabeth is no longer in any pain. She received a glorified body and went on to be with the Father that I have come to know and love. He IS FAITHFUL to answer our prayers, each and every one. I know that God did NOT TAKE Elizabeth, as people told me. I know that he didn't punish me through her either. He loves me and doesn't want me to suffer pain of any kind. Some of  you might ask, "If God didn't take her then who did?" Good question! I, for years, believed that He did but came to learn that the DEVIL comes to steal, KILL and destroy. The devil may think that he won but he didn't, Elizabeth did and so did Kiven and I! Through our grief we have come to have a personal relationship with our Father and KNOW that we WILL see Elizabeth again. Oh what a party that is going to be. You know, God is a good God! That I have no doubt. He is a God of restoration. He has restored a heart that I thought would never recover from our loss. He has given us two more beautiful children to add to our family. We are so blessed to have had the nine days that we did... Glory be to God!
Thank you Father for hearing us when we pray even when we don't know how to pray!


"But know that the LORD hath set apart him that is godly for himself: the LORD will hear when I call unto him."
Psalm 4:3

If you get nothing else from this blog, get this.. Just having a little talk with Jesus... IS praying! He hears you!

Finally!

A few years ago I was asked to tell a small group of women friends who I was. It took me a little while to figure this out. I had allowed the devil to lie to me for years about who I was. See, he likes to tell me that I am not worthy or that I don't deserve this, this or that. It took me a long time to come to realize that not only is he a liar but the father of lies! I came to the conclusion that I AM worthy. I AM deserving... here is  my list of "Who I AM"...
I challenge YOU to take a good long look at the lies that the devil tells YOU about who you are...


I AM a lot of things, servant, wife, mother and friend. I am compassionate, loving, loyal...I could go on BUT these things are not as important to me as the list below...All of these things I "AM" listed below are WHY I "AM" the things above....






I am... loved


1 John 4:19 
We love Him because He first loved us.

I am... safe


Proverbs 1:33
But whoever listens to me will dwell safely, And will be secure,
without fear of evil."

I am... strong


2 Timothy 2:1
You therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus.


I am... righteous


2 Corinthians 5:21
For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him


I am... beautiful


Ecclesiastes 3:11
He has made everything beautiful in its time.


I am... fearfully and wonderfully made


Psalm 139:14
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well.


I am... full of joy


John 15:11
"These things I have spoken to you, that My joy may remain in you, and that your joy may be full.


I am... full of grace


Ephesians 4:7
But to each one of us grace was given according to the measure of Christ's gift.


I am... abundant in mercy


Psalm 86:5
For You, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive,And abundant in mercy to all those who call upon You.


I am... Forgiven...


Colossians 1:13-14
He has delivered us from the power of darkness and conveyed us into the kingdom of the Son of His love, 14 in whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins.


I am... SAVED


Acts 4:12
Nor is there salvation in any other, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved."

Romans 10:8-10
But what does it say? "The word is near you, in your mouth and in your heart"(that is, the word of faith which we preach): 9 that if you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. 10 For with the heart one believes unto righteousness, and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.


Romans 10:13
For "whoever calls on the name of the LORD shall be saved."

Ephesians 2:8
For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God


I am... Heaven bound


Ephesians 2:4-7
But God, who is rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, 5 even when we were dead in trespasses, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved), 6 and raised us up together, and made us sit together in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, 7 that in the ages to come He might show the exceeding riches of His grace in His kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.


This is me... is this you? If you have a doubt, if you died today, do you KNOW that you would go to Heaven? If you aren't sure of your eternal salvation, all you have to do is confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord , ask him to come into your heart and it is done! God is such a gentleman, he won't ever push himself on anyone. He will take you ask you! You don't have to be "perfect" before coming to him for salvation. He is a "come as you are" kind of guy. If you make this confession of faith, find a good church and get involved and watch God move in your life. Oh and don't believe this lies of the devil! You ARE worthy and deserving!

Gonna figure this out!

Well, here I am! I have been talking about "blogging" on and off for some time now so I thought, " Why put off until tomorrow what I can do today." Right? I probably should have put it off until I got it all figured out! LOL! This is a little confusing to me. Hubby says that it doesn't take much these days to confuse me. He is still checking me for blonde roots. I have told him that I am entitled to as many blonde moments as I want! I always tell folks that pregnancy kills brain cells and I have had four pregnancies so there you have it! LOL!

I guess I am blogger "Who I am" now. Mostly because I can't seem to figure out how to change it! I THOUGHT that I was posting a blog! The title was supposed to be "Who I am." I posted it on my facebook and wanted to move it here. I noticed that I can't paste here. What's up with that? I'll figure that out too. May just have to break down and type it again. It is a good read. It just talks about who I am in Christ. I KNOW that without Him I am NOTHING. I am not ashamed to say that without Him I would have nothing and be nothing. It is because of His grace and mercy that are new everyday that I am who I am. Good gravy, I wish that this would let me copy and paste! Ugh.. It's all good.. I'll get it figured out, somehow! LOL!

Well, I guess I should get on out of here for now. Don't worry though.. I'll be back : )
Until then, God bless you REAL big!