The child in us.

The sweetness of little kids. No wonder Jesus wanted them brought to him. Kids are innocent, in everything they do. The things they say, or do to embarrass us, sure makes life interesting. The little ones notice everything, the white puffy clouds, the yellow dandelions, the moon coming out early in the summer time, the squirrels jumping on the tree branches. As adults we tend to get too busy to notice the beauty around us.

The other day my almost 5 year old was in the bathroom and I was nursing the little one to sleep, I heard her yelling, "Help, Help, Assistance needed!" It was the first time she said those words, made me worried, what have happened? I quickly left the baby and run into the bathroom, "What happened?" I asked her, "There is a spider on the wall!!!", oh my, I thought she fell from the toilet, or into it?!

My two year old is so lovable.... she likes to kiss, hug, and cuddle. She loves to be held in my arms, and loves to help me wash dishes, with the water dripping all over the kitchen floor...:) The other day she told me she was dreaming about angels... do you think its possible? With their innocent hearts, I believe everything is possible.

My 5 month old is a sweet baby. She grabs a hold of my shirt to hold on to me, and touches my face as she nurses. The way she smiles and laughs brings joy to my heart, even when its only 6 AM.

Jesus wants us to be like children as well, innocent and ready to forgive. To be able to notice the beauty around us, and thank the Creator for it.

A prayer...

Dear Lord,

Help me to be a good, faithful friend to those in need. Help me see what others are going through and not be blind only by my needs. Give me wisdom in what to say to someone who is going through a though time in her faith, help her not fall from You in her faith, not to get deceived by certain books that twist the meaning of the bible. Give me words to encourage my husband not to give up, when he gets tired in his daily walk with the Lord, and all his struggles. Let me experience the moments with my children, to use them to teach, to love and to guide them, and not waste a single precious moment. Show me your way...help me not to stumble.. light my lantern, fill me with the holy spirit, let me shine for others, so I can bring praise to your name.

Amen.

Summer...

What is summer to you?

Here it is very hot, and to me summer is water, water, and more water. Today we got a heat wave passing through the city. Outside it is a smoldering, melting 108F... We took the kids to the lake earlier in the day, the water was warm near the shore, and only in the deeper parts it was colder.

How do people stay cool in this heat? Well, we drink lots of water, eat cold watermelon, and lots of ice cream. I try to cook only early in the morning or late evening, and during the day we eat sandwiches, salads, and lots of fruit.

To enjoy summer we do lots of fun things with the kids, take them to water parks, lakes, and rivers. Every season brings something special to us, so what does summer means to you?

My rest is in God alone...

Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God, he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart to him, for God is our refuge.
Psalm 61: 5-8

ugly cancer

My friends husband was diagnosed with esophagus cancer in march of this year. He went through chemo and radiation, and got it to shrink in size. Yesterday they were going to do surgery to remove a part of esophagus and pull up his stomach and reconect it with the remaining esophagus. today I saw my friend she looked devasted, they coundnt do the surgery, the cancer spread. She started to cry, I started to cry... Oh, my Lord please help her. Please heal him, please provide a miracle. Now I am so- so sad. Its like the world ceases to exist, only my friend remains and her hubby... what else can I do?? I can be there for her.. I can help her in any way I can. Please pray for my friend, please come before the Lord and ask God to step in and help this family... thank you.

I dont want to work....

Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you; therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for him. (Isaiah 30:18)

Constant praying, constant petition to God.
'Help me, please can you hear me. I need you. I am in a dark place now, my soul is troubled. When will I see the light, when will I hear your voice, I need you, please hold me. Jesus, will I ever be out of this darkness, where I can see the light, and praise you?'
God wants us to praise him even in our darkest hour. He wants us to raise our hands to him in our neediest time. The constant prayer does miracles. Its is alive. Like the smoke that rises from the fire all the way to the heavens, that is our prayer the constant adding of wood into the main fire, and the cry rises to heavens to God above. I know God hears my prayer, but someday it seams that the heavens are deaf. No one can help me, or understand me. My husband is not on my side. Only God is. And I need his guidance, his wisdom in how to survive, in how to live. How to be happy in the times of troubles, how to raise my children when I am working full time.

That is one of my biggest worries, my kids. I am not there for them, I am gone from early morning to late evenings, earning money for our family to survive, to have a health insurance and helping my husband financially. What if my kids grow up mother deprived, and resent me for it the rest of their life? My heart is with my kids and not my job. Everyday I wish to stay with my girls, to love them, to care for them, to be home with them. My heart is breaking into little pieces.
'God please heal my broken heart.' My comfort is that in heavens when we all go to be with Jesus, there will not be heartache, he will wipe away all our tears. Someday I feel like a broken record that keeps playing the same old song over and over. My husband is sick of hearing it. I am sick of hearing it. I just wish things were better and different. I should stop wishing and just pray more.:))

Oregon coast.

I like the ocean, there is just something majestic about it, something awesome. It is mesmerizing. I would be happy just to sit and stare at it all day long.







Isnt it just beautiful.... the amazing thing is that the ocean looks diferent in each state...