Some Of The Nursery Kids At Our Church

This is Addison and Alanna. Aren't they so cute?


Addison


This is Carissa. She is the youngest daughter of one of our close friends.


This little man is Isaac. He is our second to the youngest son.


This is Trae.


This is Sam.


Caleb


Here they are saying, "CHEESE!!!!"

Another New Blog

My brother in law, Josh, has started another blog: Psalm 127:3. Their family needs the prayers of other Christians right now. I know it will be an encouragement to him and his wife if you stop by and take a look at it.

I've Been Tagged

Summer's Girl from Taylor's Blog has tagged me.

Here are the rules:

1. Post rules before giving the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write on their blog about their eight things and post these
rules.
4. At the end of the your blog you need to tag eight people and list their names. Leave them a comment on their blog letting them know that they have been tagged and to visit your blog for the rules.


Eight Facts About Me

1. I have six sisters and one brother.
2. I got saved in the bus ministry of East Bay Baptist Church when I was seven years old.
3. I had my tonsils removed when I was in the fourth grade.
4. I was in honors classes in middle and high school.
5. I met my husband in our church's youth group (that's where you find the good ones).
6. I started dating my husband when I was fourteen.
7. My favorite meal is steaks on the grill and loaded mashed potatoes.
8. My family eats out at least three times a week.

A poem for you to read .....

The Old Paths

I liked the old paths,

when Moms were at home.

Dads were at work.

Brothers went into the army.

And sisters got married BEFORE having children!

Crime did not pay;

Hard work did;

And people knew the difference.

Moms could cook;

Dads would work;

Children would behave.

Husbands were loving;

Wives were supportive;

And children were polite.

Women wore the jewelry;

And Men wore the pants.

Women looked like ladies;

Men looked like gentlemen;

And children looked decent.

People loved the truth,

And hated a lie;

They came to church to get IN,

Not to get OUT!

Hymns sounded Godly;

Sermons sounded helpful;

Rejoicing sounded normal;

And crying sounded sincere.

Cursing was wicked;

Drinking was evil;

and divorce was unthinkable.

The flag was honored;

America was beautiful;

And God was welcome!

We read the Bible in public;

Prayed in school;

And preached from house to house.

To be called an American was worth dying for;

To be called a Christian was worth living for;

To be called a traitor was a shame!

Sex was a personal word.

Homosexual was an unheard of word,

And abortion was an illegal word.

Preachers preached because they had a message;

And Christians rejoiced because they had the VICTORY!

Preachers preached from the Bible;

Singers sang from the heart;

And sinners turned to the Lord to be SAVED!

A new birth meant a new life;

Salvation meant a changed life;

Following Christ led to eternal life.

Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God;

Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord;

Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus;

And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you!

Laws were based on the Bible;

Homes read the Bible;

And churches taught the Bible.

Preachers were more interested in new converts,

Than new clothes and new cars.

God was worshiped;

Christ was exalted;

and the Holy Spirit was respected.

Church was where you found Christians on the Lord's day,

rather than in the garden,

on the creek bank,

on the golf course,

or being entertained somewhere else.

I still like the old paths best!

I still like the old paths the best!

Happy Birthday Joseph

Happy Birthday to ME,


Happy Birthday to ME,


Happy Birthday to ME-EE,
Happy Birthday to ME!!!
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Joseph is our youngest son and today is his very first birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSEPH!!!

A Great Site to Visit

My father in law has a great web-site called The Pastor's Pen. He is a missionary, evangelist to Thailand and many other surrounding countries. He is a great man of God and another one of my many blessings - I am proud to have him as my father in law. I encourage you to click on the link above and check out his web-site. It will be a great blessing to you also.

This is one of the many poems he has written. There are things happening in our family right now and this was a real encouragement to me. I hope it will be an encouragement to you also.


Weeping In The Night

I've been preaching about heaven, while going through a little hell
I've been trying to lift up others, but not doing it very well.
He who smiles and makes you laugh, sharing joy and happiness.
May have the biggest heartache, and often weeps in loneliness.
You may see him on the topside, as his spirit keeps you blessed.
But hidden are the sorrows, numerous trials and serious tests.
We see an athlete run a race, appearing like he never strains.
And never know his hours of training, his sacrifice, nor his pain.
We love to hear a musician play, a piece so flawlessly,
But between recitals unknown to us, she practiced endlessly.
To own a famous painting, surprised, the price that we must pay,
Not considering all the ruined cloths, the painter threw away.
We stand in awe at structures built, by some great architect
Not giving thought to all the sandcastles, in his youth he wrecked.
Her meals display her culinary art, yes, she can cook so well.
Forgotten are those meals she burned, and all the cakes that fell.
Your preacher preaches hard and long, to rescue men from sin.
Knowing the depths of degradation, the disgrace where once he'd been.
He who knows and gives forgiveness first was guilty of transgression.
He knows and found God forgiveness for his own sin and indiscretions.
Those who freely bless in public, touching lives along the way.
Have learned that when in secret, there's a costly price to pay.
Joy comes in the morning, that's God's promise and it's right.
But always it's foreshadowed, by much weeping in the night.
While others sleep your tears may flow, unseen, unfelt, unknown.
But God caught them in his bottle, and in heaven they shall be shown.
Tis hard to stand back silently, while an enemy scoffs and jeers.
But one day up in glory you'll find, God knows, He sees, he hears.
Not until you've felt the blow of cruel, and ugly words of hate.
Can you here experience the victory, waiting inside heaven's gate.
Only when you've been slandered, criticized, and openly crucified.
Can you know the joy set before Christ when on the cross He died.
So don't give up the battle, though the way seems rough and long,
There comes a day, God's promised, when He'll make right every wrong.
God's radiance shining through your tears, will take away the dread.
Those tears will form the rainbow, 'round a crown upon your head.

Another New Blog

My brother in law, Josh, just started a new blog. It's called God's Gifts. Stop in and look at it when you get a chance. I know it will be an encouragement to him and his wife.