Thursday, December 4, 2008

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The Anointing of God

How do you share God’s love on a blog? If I was in the room with you then I could touch you and you would feel his power flow through my hands to you. The power would cause you to tremble or perhaps faint. I have had grown men fall to the floor from the touch of my hand. But understand that the power only happens when I am with other believers for God would not have a mere man or women receive the glory for such an event . No - for the power is from HIM. If you lift up your voices and call on the Lord - he will come. No more waiting for the anointing of God -it has begun. Lord, Lord let your fire fall.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Update on my Cousin's Baby

Wow, I sure wish they had this technology when I was young and pregnant. My cousin is only 12 weeks along and you can see such detail. Amazing!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Monday, November 10, 2008

Sunday Scribblings / Change

After looking up the meaning of the word change, I have decided that I don't like change. It has too many meanings and too many uncertainties. The one type of change that I used to look forward to is now hard to come by because we use atm cards instead of cash. Alas, maybe I am getting old.

Thursday, November 6, 2008


"Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God." Romans 13:1

Therefore my constant prayer is.....

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Sound the trumpets in Zion …

sound the alarm on my holy mountain for the day of the Lord is at hand.

Throw off your slumber.
Trim your wicks let your light be shown.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Thursday, October 16, 2008


OK, it's Thursday and I can explain Wordless Wednesday. The first picture is an ultra sound of my cousin's 8 week old fetus. (I think it's going to be a boy) of course we don't know yet maybe in the next ultra sound. The second is a x-ray of Aunt Ann's shoulder. She fell off the front porch this past weekend. She is in tremendous pain but they just put her in a sling and sent her home. Needless to say it really shook me up to see her go head first down brick steps. The crazy thing is she fell on the one year anniversary of my mother's death. Last year was so difficult because we lost my husband's mother August 22nd and my mother October 10th. We are still taking care of his Aunt. She is 85 years old.
Back to the purpose of this blog.... It seems to me that God always replaces a life with a new life. Right after my Grandmother passed away, I had my daughter. The beat goes on. Therefore I think that the most important thing that we can do on this earth is to find God's purpose for our life. I know it's not about self gratification. There is a much higher calling. We all have been gifted.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The Purse Speaks! What does it say?

I have been tagged by my daughter Vicki at Considering the Lilies with a fun meme.

Here are the rules:
1. Dump the contents of your handbag in a pile.
2. Take a photo of your handbag and the contents.
3. Be brave and explain to your fellow bloggers what lurks inside the handbag.
4. Tag others who might want to embarrass themselves.
5. Answer the questions below in your blog.

What's in your handbag?
I have a wallet two pens, a cell phone, loads of receipts and papers (I didn’t show you all of them) one pair of reading glasses, (I have about 20 pair that I buy from the dollar store) a hairbrush, my allergy nose spray, a discount coupon for more allergy nose spray, a doctor’s appointment card, a rubber band and a paper clip, and finally money. (Wow, I didn’t know that I had that much money!)

What's the most important thing in your handbag?
My cell phone.

What's the most embarrassing thing in your handbag?
The dirty tissues.

What's the smallest thing in your handbag?
Paper clip

Is there anything illegal in your handbag?
No. Wait a minute let me check the date on my driver’s license….. ok, I’m legal until June.

I will now tag

Lisa's Eyeview

Linda's Stuff

Whee! All the way home

Friday, October 10, 2008

Sunday Scribblings / If I had to live in a different time in history

It's amazing how history can romanticise even the darkest of times. Would I like to live during the Little House on the Prairie Days? Oh it seems so romantic, yet when you really think about washing your clothes by hand, the dust storms, hard winters and having babies without a hospital. It doesn’t seem that great after all. There isn’t a time in history when there wasn’t some sort of conflict or trouble. No, I think that I am truly blessed to be born in the baby boomer generation. Our parents paved the way for us to have a great life. However, I had a great awakening a couple of years ago when my husband and I went on a business / vacation trip to Costa Rica. When we landed the clouds opened up and poured buckets of rain on us and our luggage. The airport was more like a big carport. The resort had a bus pick us up from the airport. We bounced down the bumpiest roads I have ever had the pleasure to experience. As I looked out my window I saw people sitting on front porches of houses that didn’t have windows much less air conditioning. I was feeling very guilty about going to an all inclusive resort while these poor people suffered. After a week of extreme luxury and pleasure we headed back to the airport on the same bumpy bus ride. As I looked out my window I saw the same people sitting on their porch relaxing without a care in the world. They were happy, and they had all the things that really matter, love, family, food and a roof over their heads. Maybe I was the one who was poor, because I had to go back to the rat race that we have created for ourselves. Unfortunately society has become greedy, it’s not enough that you have a TV, but you have to have a television in different parts of the house. It’s not enough that you have a computer but you have to have a computer for each member of the family. The picture below is an example of how people in other parts of the world live. We Americans are spoiled rotten. We live in a fast food society that wants everything and wants it now. You can’t build a house of cards and expect it to keep standing forever. Yes, we are going to have a few difficult years ahead. We will just have to rebuild and make the foundation stronger.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Two Helpful Hints to Save Money

1. Instead of buying a new bottle of foaming hand soap. Just add 1 part dish soap to 10 parts water to your original foaming dispenser.

2. Instead of buying microwave popcorn. Coat one eighth a cup of popcorn with cooking oil then put in a brown sandwich bag. Fold over top of bag and place in microwave. Cook until popping stops or slows down. Add salt. You not only save money you are also getting healthier popcorn without additives.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

My Italian Greyhound Puppies

I guess this is why I feel tired lately. But aren't they soooo cute!
Especially when they are sleeping.

Sunday, September 28, 2008


I decided not to write about Weddings since I have already touched that subject in my other scribblings. Instead I decided to do a self inventory. Now you might ask yourself why would I want to make a public confession of my faults. I think it’s because my main fault or flaw is that I am perfectly happy being a hermit and find that interaction with other people is a necessary evil that I try to avoid like the plague.

I just recently retired. I was Vice President, Chief Operations Officer of a nice size corporation and had to deal with people on a daily basis. So it’s not as if I’m not capable of talking and dealing with people. I think it’s more that I am tired of dealing with people. But as a Christian I know that it really is my duty to be a light to others and to show them God’s love. I must continue to be salt

My husband and I cared for his mother before she passed away, and we are still caring for his Aunt and my Aunt. It is so hard to see your loved ones age. Someday I will ask God why we can’t just say “Beam me up Scotty” instead of going through such an undignified aging process.

My other confession is that part of me wants to give up writing on this blog. It makes my mind hurt. It seems as if I don’t want to do anything that taxes my brain, but if I don’t then the synapses might stop working. Is it laziness or is it because I have always been ADD and it’s just getting worse.

My husband and I just recently joined the local Recreation Center. We try to go swimming at least three days a week. I know that once the weather gets cold he will have to drag me out of this warm house to that cold pool.

Someone needs to write a book about life after 60 to help people understand why all of the sudden doing simple things like making the bed or scrubbing the kitchen floor seem like monumental task.

Now don’t misunderstand me, I love life. I love my family, especially my grandchildren. I have become lazy and this is a new experience for me, one that I think I better shake before winter gets here.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Wonderful Counselor John Michael Talbot

Be sure to turn off music before clicking on video

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Sunday Scribblings / Invitation

It is Autumn and time for the Harvest Banquet
Winter is almost here
You are cordially invited to the Great Banquet Table
Come as you are
There is no need to change
You will be accepted with loving arms
Just leave your baggage at the the door
Once inside you will partake of a Great Feast
There will be many people from all walks of life
I will provide everything that you need

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Monday, September 15, 2008

Saturday, September 13, 2008


Oh my favorite subject.
My favorite drink.
The reason I wake up in the morning,
The reason I get out of bed.
Just to smell and taste coffee - a pot (not cup) of coffee.
Oh it’s 3 pm, wow it’s time for more coffee.
Oh no thank you, no sugar please!!
Yes, a little dab of milk would be nice.
Flavored? Well..... ok, but not in the morning
just give me a regular cup of Joe
You know a cup of coffee with dinner would be nice too!
What? What’s that you say, you only have instant.
No thank you, I will go to the store and get some real coffee.
Thanks anyway.
Oh, you think I am addicted.
Well maybe, but they say it will help keep my mind sharp.
That’s a pretty good excuse, don’t you think.
Yes, you're right I do love my coffee!

Friday, September 12, 2008

We can do it!

Come on ladies we all know that
we are much better at multi-tasking then men.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008



Saturday, September 6, 2008


A miracle is divine intervention in the universe in which the ordinary operation of nature is overruled, suspended, or modified. The term is derived from the Latin word miraculum meaning "something wonderful".

My something wonderful was in the year 1998. My husband went into the hospital for a gall bladder operation Thanksgiving week 1997. The family had to celebrate the holiday without him. The next week he came home, but he didn’t seem to recover. By Christmas Eve he was so sick that I had to take him to the emergency room. They told him that he just had the flu and sent him back home. On Christmas day he was so sick that he couldn’t participate in the celebration with our family. The next day I insisted on taking him to a different hospital. They did a CAT scan and found a 2 liter size cyst inside his pancreas. When they biopsied the cyst it was discovered that it was filled with a staph infection. The staph had been introduced into his body when they did the gall bladder operation. The doctors told us to say our goodbyes because they had to operate immediately and that the operation was very dangerous and that he might die.

Well, the cyst exploded and he went into septic shock. After the operation they put him in ICU. All of his organs shut down and for the next 5 weeks he was on a respirator. After the 5th week the doctors came to me and asked me how long I was going to let all of this go on. They knew that people rarely survived a necrotized pancreas. The insurance company was starting to press them. The dialysis and all the intensive care that he was receiving was very expensive. Then the doctors talked to my children and asked them to help me to make the BIG decision of letting him go.

That night I went home and cried out to GOD – “I know we all have to graduate into your kingdom but I need to know what to do!” As loud as I have ever heard anything my life I heard the words “It is not his time. He has things to do.” The next day I went into the hospital and said “NO, it is not his time, he has things to do.” Of course they thought I was a looney tune and they sent a hospital chaplain into his room to talk some sense in me. The Chaplain said “Your husband is tired and he doesn’t want to go on.” I immediately got angry and said “How would you know that? He is in a coma and he can’t talk.” As we were arguing across his bed, my husband woke up for the first time in weeks and mouthed the word “PRAY”. (He couldn’t talk because he had a trachea) The chaplain’s eyes got huge and I said “He wants you to pray.” Of course he didn’t have a choice but to pray at that point!

The next day a priest came into to the room to give him the Last Rights. I hadn’t called for a priest yet so I don’t know who sent him. I asked him to please pray a prayer of healing for my husband. He said the most beautiful prayer that I have ever heard. The dialysis nurse was crying. I looked over at the dialysis machine as it was cleaning my husband’s blood and said “Oh the blood of Jesus washes away our sins.” Three days later my husband came out of the coma and a week later he was out of ICU. One week after that, my sons carried him into our front door. He had to learn to walk again and the doctors said that since 90% of his pancreas was now missing, things would be very difficult. Despite this, he has fully recovered!

We tried to find the mysterious priest but none of the local Catholic churches knew who he was, perhaps he was an angel. That is my miracle story.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Goodbye Summer

Do you feel it? Do you feel that autumn breeze coming on? Goodbye summer, hello to beautiful fall colors.

Thursday, August 28, 2008


When my youngest son, was about 6 years old he attended the Academy Arts Summer Camp. He learned how to sing in sign language “ Somewhere Out There” from Fivel and the American Tale. He was an adorable curly haired little boy who took his role very seriously. To me it was just yesterday, but now he is 30 years old and has lost most of his curls. I dedicate this writing to him

Somewhere out there your dreams will come true
Somewhere out there,
there is a God who loves you

Your plans have taken you far from home
But know that from your mother’s heart you’ll never roam
I bless you and love you.
I pray for your success.

Make God number one and he will do the rest.

and you will fly.

Chris Rice \ Deep Enough To Dream

Lazy summer afternoon
Screened in porch and nothin' to do
I just kicked off my tennis shoes
Slouchin' in a plastic chair
Rakin' my fingers through my hair
I close my eyes and I leave them there
And I yawn, and sigh, and slowly fade away

Deep enough to dream in brilliant colors
I have never seen
Deep enough to join a billion people
For a wedding feast
Deep enough to reach out and touch
The face of the One who made me
And oh, the love I feel, and oh the peace
Do I ever have to wake up

Awakened by a familiar sound
A clumsy fly is buzzin' around
He bumps the screen and he tumbles down
He gathers about his wits and pride
And tries again for the hundredth time
'Cause freedom calls from the other side
And I smile and nod, and slowly drift away

Deep enough to dream in brilliant colors
I have never seen
Deep enough to join a billion people
For a wedding feast
Deep enough to reach out and touch
The face of the One who made me
And oh, the love I feel, and oh the peace
Do I ever have to wake up

'Cause peace is pouring over my soul
See the lambs and the lions playin'
I join in and I drink the music
Holiness is the air I'm breathin'
My faithful heroes break the bread
And answer all of my questions
Not to mention what the streets are made of
My heart's held hostage by this love

And these brilliant colors I have never seen
I join a billion people for a wedding feast
And I reach out and touch the face of the One who made me
And oh, the love I feel, and oh the peace
Do I ever have to wake up

Do I ever have to wake up
Do I ever have to wake up
Do I really have to wake up now

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The Tag:

Jot down 5 of your favorite quotes from the various books you’ve read. If you don’t have the books with you now, Googling (Wikiquotes and the like) can be used to find them. Tag up to five people and acknowledge the person who tagged you.

I tagged Vicki , Karla , Brooke, Kim

Ok here are some of my favorite quotes from some of the books that I have read.

Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don't know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!

Men who look on nature, and their fellow-men, and cry that all is dark and gloomy, are in the right; but the sombre colours are reflections from their own jaundiced eyes and hearts. The real hues are delicate, and need a clearer vision.

"Then one sunny day, they walk out in all innocence and they walk right into the grief that you'd give your life to spare them."- Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

I realize the odds and sciences are against me. But science is not the total answer; this I have learned in my lifetime. And that leaves me with the belief that miracles, no matter how inexplicable or unbelievable, are real and can occur without regard to the natural order of things. ~ The Notebook

and because it's time for dinner and I can't think anymore, I will use my favorite quote.

I'll think about it tomorrow. After all... tomorrow is another day.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

What is Love

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not 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.

1 Corinthians 13

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Friday, August 22, 2008

Sunday Scribblings
Sunday Scribblings was set up to provide inspiration and motivation for anyone who enjoys writing and would like a weekly challenge. But my true story is much more romantic than any story that I could make up. I have been married for 37 years to my soul mate.

He had just returned from Vietnam, June 1969 and I was visiting my sister who lived on the same street as his family. My sister was married and had two children and she knew that I was looking for a new boyfriend. She suggested that we ride her bicycles around the block because this nice looking guy who had just returned from Vietnam was always outside working on his BMW. Sure enough, there he was working on that yellow, soon to be repainted silver BMW. We stopped and chatted, she then invited him down to have ice cream. Well, wouldn’t you know it she was out of ice cream. So she sent the two of us to the grocery store. ( I think she planned it that way)
After the very first date I knew immediately that I had found my soul mate. He knew it too.

We were married June 26, 1971.

My "Daughter" Vicki, has tagged me on this little challenge to list six unspectacular quirks of mine. The rules are at the bottom and I have to pass them on to six people but I don’t really know 6 people in the blog world yet, so if you would like to participate leave me a comment with a link to your blog.

Ok here it goes…..

1.) I can’t stand to have shoes on in the house. The minute I walk in the door my feet start screaming “Get those shoes OFF”!

2.) I play a game with myself when I clean. I will walk in a room and say ok you can’t leave this room until you have picked up, cleaned or neaten 10 items. Then as I put away those things I will do the same thing in the room that it has taken me. The next thing you know the house is clean.

3.) I can’t sleep without covers no matter how warm it is, but I don’t like my feet covered up. Go figure.

4.) Never put my coffee in a glass, or plastic mug. It changes the taste just give a big ceramic mug. Also I hate eating with plastic utensils.

5.) I like playing computer games like Tetris, Scrabble, Bubble Town and Sims (I like building the houses). But it is cutting into my reading time so I need to go to “computer games anonymous”.

6.) I am really quirky because after I have had a nice conversation with someone I will analyze the whole conversation in my mind and wish I had said something different.

Here are the rules:

1. Link the person who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

Friday, August 15, 2008


Fragile Glass

Fragile Souls

We keep the fragile glass safe in our cupboard

therefore it is seldom used.

So goes the Fragile Soul safe tucked away -

but like the glass it will be more beautiful when used

to bring people to the Great Banquet Table!

Thursday, August 14, 2008


I had reservations about using the name Dreamswept but I would do anything to please my Granddaughter including standing on my head. (Which of course I can’t do) But after thinking about it a bit and doing some internet research. I decide that it would be a good name and it brought me back to the time that I had a life like dream where I was lifted up into the heavens and saw the great light that everyone talks about. I felt great peace and love. It was more than mere words could describe. Then a voice spoke to me and asked questions. I communicated without talking. (Don’t ask me what was said because I couldn’t remember even immediately after I woke up.) After communicating for awhile I started drifting away from the light. As I returned to my body I woke up and felt my whole body tingle like the pins and needles you get when your foot falls asleep. The next day I gave a talk to a youth group and was able to help many of the young people with their struggles and pain.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

A Blog that will take on a life of it's own.

My daughter talked me into starting a blog and my grandaughter picked the title. So begins the blog that is going to take on a life of it's own. I hope to not only improve my ability to express myself but to also share my experiences and possibly bring joy and God's love to others.

Welcome to My Blog!