Kitten Pictures {2017}

Our family has had cats since the time I was four. We had an enormous problem with rats eating the chicken feed and someone told us we should get a mama cat. So we did, or, two mama cats that is, and two kittens.

I absolutely love cats. They’re my little buddies that shadow me around. As a fact, I’ve been dubbed “the cat girl” by some people. Continue reading “Kitten Pictures {2017}”

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The Day I Finally Gave Up

I had hit the bottom. Literally. For weeks, I’d been struggling, trying to balance a myriad of responsibilities, financial problems, and a ton of various pressures (both perceived and real).

Most of the time, I was able to keep up-beat. But every once in a while, exhaustion over-whelmed me, and I would spiral downward into a pit of despair. To add to the mess, I was trying to cope with some ongoing health issues that only added worry and affected my sleep. Not good.

It all came crashing on my head, when I figured up my taxes. I didn’t even have that much in my bank account! Fortunately, I do have some cash saved back in hopes of buying a piano some day. But anyway, Good Friday evening, I had a splitting headache. I felt terrible. I was so desperate, I asked my mom to come to my room, and we had a really, really good talk. I was finally able to spill out all that I had been feeling for the past months. It was so good. Continue reading “The Day I Finally Gave Up”

A Present For My Grandma

My Grandpa Yoder was a dwarf. When he was a child, he was an adorable little Amish boy, with a little grin that would warm any heart. I’m sure if I could have known him personally, I would have been so absolutely proud that he was my grandpa (and I am), but I didn’t; he passed on to be with Jesus after a battle with skin cancer before my parents had met.So this Christmas, I drew a picture of him as a little boy for my Grandma Yoder. It was lots of fun, although I was pushed for time.

And yes, this is the fifth little boy that I’ve drawn in the past year with no little girls… say it’s about time I draw a girl? It’s next in line!

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A little note: Don’t you dare tell me my grandpa was a “midget”, that feels like such a derogatory expression for the wonderful dwarfs that I’m privileged to be related to!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to all my wonderful readers!

In my little corner of the world, there is much joy at the remembrance our dear Saviour’s birth so many years ago. I hope there is a spark of this peace and happiness in each of your homes and hearts wherever you are on this planet.

As you celebrate this great day of joy, remember why He came. Not to take over the world, or show off, but to show us what a godly life looks like, lived out, and then He died a horrible death to be a perfect sacrifice for our sins that any one who believes in Him is saved. With His Spirit in our hearts, we no longer need to fear death. Isn’t that incredible? And that is what all this feasting and merriment is all about! So I encourage you to live this day in celebration  of Him, remembering the true “reason for the season”!

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Christmas Eve

While some of us are busy in our kitchens preparing delicious food, others are traveling to spend the blessed holiday with family, and yet others, are prepared to spend the 'A time for remembering the Son of God': 26 Christmas quotes from LDS leaders | Deseret Newsday alone. No. Not alone! Please! If you have ever spent a single day alone, my heart is wrenched for you! I know how it feels, and this shouldn’t be for you. I am not talking here about being physically by yourself, but rather alone without God. You can be in a houseful of people, and be alone. By yourself, feeling hopeless.

Okay, I’m not going to preach, or “tell you a thing or two”, but I do want to give you a little inspiration. If you are feeling lonely, literally, emotionally alone, you don’t have to be that way! Remember Jesus who died on the cross as a sacrifice for your sins, and ask Him to be there with you in Spirit. He will be; it is His Each of us is an innkeeper who decides if there is room for Jesus   These are sizedas 8x10 and 12 x 12, I made them with a craft in mind, on...promise to you!

So whether you are spending the day with you and yourself, or a room full of people, it’s not at all about you. But about the Birth of Jesus Christ! I encourage you to lift your voice in song (even if your not a very great singer, God still loves listening to your attempts!). Sing praise to Him and worship Him within your heart. He is there, and he loves you more than you could ever imagine!

The Christmas Guest

The Christmas Guest

It happened one day at the year’s white end,

Two neighbors called on an old-time friend

And they found his shop so meager and mean,

Made merry with a thousand boughs of green,

And comrade was sitting with face a-shine

When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine

And said, “Old friends, at dawn today,

When the cock was crowing the night away,

The Lord appeared in a dream to me

And said, ‘I am coming your guest to be.’

So I’ve been busy with feet astir,

Strewing my with branches of fir,

The table is spread and the kettle is shined

And over the rafters the holly is twined,

And now I will wait for my Lord to appear

And listen closely so I will hear

His step as He nears my humble place,

And I open the door and look in His face.”

So his friends went home and left Conrad alone,

For this was the happiest day he had known,

For, long since, his family had passed away

And Conrad has spent a sad Christmas day.

But he knew that the Lord as his Christmas guest

This Christmas would be the dearest and best,

And he listened with only joy in his heart.

And with every sound he would rise with a start

And look for the Lord to be standing there

In answer to his earnest prayer

So he ran to the window after hearing a sound,

But all that he saw on the snow covered ground

Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn

 

And all of his clothes were ragged and worn.

So Conrad was touched and went to the door

And he said, “your feet must be frozen and sore,

And I have some shoes in my shop for you

And a coat that will keep you warmer, too.”

So with grateful heart the man went away,

But as Conrad noticed the time of day

He wondered what made the dear Lord so late

And how much longer he’d have to wait,

When he heard a knock and ran to the door,

But it was only a stranger once more,

A bent, old crone with a shawl of black,

A bundle of kindling on her back.

She asked for only a place to rest,

But that was reserved for Conrad’s Great Guest.

But her voice seemed to plead, “don’t send me away

Let me rest awhile on Christmas day.”

So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup

And told her to sit at the table and sip.

But after she left he was filled with dismay

For he saw that the hours were passing away

And the Lord had not come as He said He would,

And Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood.

When out of the stillness he heard a cry,

“Please help me and tell me where am I.”

So again he opened his friendly door

And stood disappointed as twice before,

It was only a child who had wandered away

And was lost from her family on Christmas Day.

Again Conrad’s heart was heavy and sad,

But he knew he should make this little child glad,

So he called her in and wiped her tears

And quieted her childish fears.

Then he led her back home once more

But as he entered his own darkened door,

He knew that the Lord was not coming today

For the hours of Christmas had passed away.

So he went to his room and knelt down to pray

And he said, “Dear Lord, why did you delay?

What kept You from coming to call on me,

For I wanted so much your face to see.”

When soft in the silence a voice he heard,

“Lift up your head, for I kept My word –

Three times my shadow crossed your floor

– Three times I came to your lonely door –

For I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet,

I was the woman you gave to eat,

And I was the child on the homeless street.

Three times I knocked and three times I came in,

And each time I found the warmth of a friend.

Of all the gifts, love is the best,

And I was honored to be your Christmas Guest.

 

~ by Helen Steiner Rice

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