Blessings, in abundance, in our house. Our blessings are sent from above. They are in love for our children, family members, and close friends. Blessings given as gifts. Such as, good health, happiness, the strength of love dissolving the stress of life.
We decided before our last two children moved out this year, that we wanted to celebrate Christmas with them. So Christmas in July came to our house this weekend.
Friday, we loaded up in my truck and visited our very nice Kroger store. Our daughter took her two children and worked on getting all the dairy products we needed, and our son went in search of baking items. I reread the list several times,added a few things and then we headed home for some hot cheddar broccoli soup and warm blueberry muffins. Of course, we needed a warm meal if we were pretending it was snowing outside! We listened to Christmas music and ended up Friday evening watching Trapped in Paradise.
Saturday morning began the preparations of ham,corn souffle,green bean casserole,baked beans,cookies, and pumpkin pie. We had Christmas themed cartoons on for the babies and enjoyed looking at the decorations and lights that filled the family room, kitchen, and bathrooms.
Today, Sunday, we will bake cookies, ice and decorate them, enjoy leftovers, watch more Christmas movies and my husband will read from the book of Luke in the Bible. In our minds are visions of past holidays and travels, memories we have shared with one another. In our hearts is overflowing love and abundant blessings that we never dreamt could be. Happy Christmas! Merry Christmas in July! Love Hope and Peace! Jen
Whether I get up or not each day, my life and life around me is going to continue. There has been no tragedy, just many changes this year. Some very stressful one’s that felt like they might break me, but as they passed through, beautifully, along came the blessings. These testings have just made me more fiercely, determined to stop! Stop worrying. Pray. Stop trying to fix what is wrong and just let it happen. Once I was able to clear the ugly from others out of my life, back came the smiles, the laughter, the happiness. The joy of getting up every morning to open the curtains, listen to the birds, take a walk, and plan out our goal list. Now, I concentrate on all the positive people around me that love me, for me. There will always be the mean and ugly, but who know’s what will happen to them? Maybe prayer and patience to let it happen will be the strong path to them healing and being a blessing to someone in their life that needs them. For now, I am moving forward,enjoying the blessings. Curiously excited to see what will happen in my life. Peace.
Getting armed with notebooks, pens, calendars, menu’s, decorating ideas, and other blogs here on WordPress.
I have started a board on Pinterest labeled Marines The Few The Proud. I love that people share their ideas for letters and gift boxes and encouragement all around the world on Pinterest and other sites. Go ahead and check out my Pinterest and my Facebook. Jennifer New
Gary found a very wonderful, helpful, informative site usmcgradparrisisland.org. I can not wait to have some alone time to learn from this dear lady that worked so hard to inform us parents about graduation day at Parris Island. The notebooks and calendars are so I can write everything down that is starting to swirl through my head during the day and while I sleep.
Many prayers being sent up, but much more blessings being sent down.
We are so proud of you. Dad and I love you so much and have always prayed for, and protected you. We prayed for the very best in life for you. We believe there is a path for each one of us. We believe we are to step out and follow that path. We have seen you take those first steps to becoming a Marine. You have grown stronger both physically and mentally. You are looking forward and you will only look back to see us cheering you on, encouraging you to grow, mature, and become a man. We do not worry because now you pray for us and you will be the one protecting us, others around you, and your country. You may never read this because you do not know I started an actual blogging countdown, but here I am with 75 days left and I can not be more proud of you. I love you my smart, handsome, young man that the Lord blessed us with. Momma
Hello! How are you this afternoon? I hope all is well with you and your family. We have been battling allergies and I had a migraine on all days-Valentine’s! We are looking forward to more pleasant weather next week and not having to be all bundled up just to take a walk together. We celebrated my 46th birthday Saturday and three out of our four children were there and all but one of my grandchildren. Our one daughter lives in Florida with her husband and her son and a little one on the way. I enjoyed hearing all the laughter and little feet running around. I loved the noise! My husband planned the whole party. He is really my very best of friends. I watched him bring out my cupcakes as everyone sang to me and I got all excited and yelled out hooray and clapped my hands! He laughed and as he bent down for me to blow out my candles,one of our granddaughters leaned in and blew them out and cheered! Of course seeing her so happy and flashing her beautiful big smile at me, I burst into laughter and threw my arms around her and all my little precious one’s that were near. My husband let me choose the meal and dessert. I completely threw him for a loop when I said I wanted stir-fry or burritos and nachos. I am still,after a couple of weeks,smiling so big from everyone being so close to me and loving me so much and making me so happy every single day of my life. I am so very blessed! Thank you Dear Lord!!!
I love you, I need you, I don’t want you to ever go away! I am guilty of not opening up to you and sending out my thoughts each day. I want to feed you envelopes and return to find you full. One’s sent far to my friend’s, few, old and gray too, the dull,the young and hopefully, one new.
As I write, I begin to look forward to going to the mailbox each day. How excited I am to pull on the handle, look inside and see I have mail. Even before I receive my letter, I already look forward to writing again. One’s filled with ink, causing my eyes to mist and several times I blink. Each letter formed by hand of times that may be bland. Memories filled with the past and love that we hope will last. Talk of the future, stories written about our walk on our every day life, mystery and strife.
I sit at my desk listening to the music of the birds, as I read a line of beautiful words. I lift up a box and sift through just the right paper for my Dear Friend who is always in a bit of a caper! It might begin with a little tale and end with a myth of my own!
There once was a little girl who dug in the dirt,who dug up worms,who walked in the long spiked grass. Who wandered around the beautiful flowers,who looked deep into their being. She observed the bee’s, the wasps,the ants and the ladybugs. She caught fireflies and ran through the dark nights with them stuck to her arms. She ran barefoot over rocks and busted hot tar bubbles with her toes. Who jumped in the pile of leaves and smelled in their earthy fragrance. Who climbed the trees,proud of the scratches on her knees and arms. She swung until she reached the highest height, then jumped with all her might,to fly free through the air. Handstands! Cartwheels! She rode her bike till the pedals went faster than her feet,then coasted,then faster,faster,fastest, until she slowed again. She looked up at the moon,the stars,the sun. She listened to the wind,the thunder,the rain. Who watched the lightening chase through the clouds in the sky. She caught snowflakes with her tongue.Who made snow angels and a snowman. Who heard the crunch under her boots,felt the cold on her fingers and nose. Who came in each time to see you unable to ever walk or run or play. So she whispered in your ear of all the fun she wished you could have had that day. She breathed in the fragrance of your hair. Who held your hands and looked into your eyes. She whispered her love to you. There is now a grown woman looking up into the heavens,smiling. Who see’s you climbing,walking,running. She knows you are jumping,flying,smiling. She still whispers in your ear the most important words she ever said. I love you.