R U Quick Enough?

After working some major hours today, I was looking forward to a restful evening at home with my kiddos & my man!

Shortly after arriving home, my husband emerged from the kids bedroom to announce that he had found our eldest daughter (Bailie-6) standing in the middle of a babydoll cradle.

Now there are two problems with this...
1. The crade was handmade for my daughter's by my great-uncle. It is gorgeous!!
2. Bailie, said 6 yr old, weighs about 85lbs.
Naturally Mike removed her from the cradle and reminded her of the "value" of said cradle.

A short time later, Bailie emerged from the bedroom and climbed up in her Daddy's lap. Here's how their conversation went:
Daddy: "Bailie, tell Mommy where I found you earlier. "
Bailie: "Standing the baby's bed." (cradle)
Daddy: "Why did Daddy catch you standing in it like that? "
Bailie: "'Cause I wasn't quick enough! "

Y'all, I lost it!
Totally lost it!
Completely LOST IT! (and so did her Daddy!!)

It was the most quick-witted thing I'd ever heard that child say....If I were I a prideful parent, I'd say I was proud!!

I must admit...I've never been "quick enough" to not avoid getting caught myself.


I guess Bailie really is a chip off the 'ol block!!

Awesome God

G'day Y'all!

Wow...what amazing storms passed through here early this morning! We had heard several strong downpours from time to time near bedtime last night, be were TOTALLY unaware that storms were a'brewin' over Lexington!

I am a light sleeper anyhoo and things like "Tropical Storms" seem to wake me fairly easy! I am so thankful for the rain...downpours and all! I bet we got 6-10 inches of rain in a matter of hours! It was a fantastic display!

As I stood with my front door open, I watched the majestic streaks of lightening bounce between the earth and sky! It was almost like some weird fireworks show.

...and the thunder...Whewww! It would roll so loud, it sounded just like a freight train comin'!

It was all so fantastical! All I could do was stand in awe....and smile!

"Our God is an awesome God, He reigns, from Heaven above, with wisdom, power, and love...Our God is an Awesome God!"

Mighty God, how awesome YOU really are! How spectacular YOUR displays of greatness! No one is like YOU...O my Lord ...Glorious in Holiness..How you bless us Father with streams of refreshing (literally & spiritually). Oh, how I love you Lord. Praise and honor be YOURS and YOURS alone! In your precious Son's name...

A New Day

Tonight I want to share something so precious with y'all. My husband discovered it today in a old notebook of his. I hope you enjoy it...

A New Day

by Mikey Melton

The life we live...

The words we say..

So many of us are one cry away

The paths we choose...

The reasons we stay...

So many of us are one cry away

He loves us no matter..

When our world has been shattered...

He's always there..

He will always care

The life we live..

The words we say..

All He wants is that one cry today

The life I lived..

The words I said..

These are all gone..

That man is dead

The paths I chose..

The reasons I stayed..

Was then and now is..

A New Day

Stinky Humor...

I have been chomping-at-the-bit to share with you guys All Day!

It shouldn't be as funny as it is...but it sooo is!

Yesterday my man had to go in for a consultation with a GI doctor. Dr. Harris (said Dr) performed "The Proceedure" on Mike about 3 yrs ago when he first began experiencing abdominal problems. He is a nice man, fairly young, and very, VERY thorough! (he he)

Well, I think we knew what to expect...another "colon-thingy"! Mike was a little disappointed, but none-the-less answers MUST be found!

When we went to the appointment scheduler's desk, she said something totally crazy-funny...
She said, " Well, Mike, looks like you did such a good job last time that they've called you back again!"

Y'all...I thought I was gonna come unglued right there! It was so totally unexpected...and so appropriately hilarious! We all just busted a gut laughing at her!

...I just love it when you can find humor in a "stinky" situation!!!

I've Been Inspired......

I've been over @ Micca Campbell: Reflections blogspot and I have found inspiration! She is having a contest that you should definitely check out!

She has been posting tips and encouragements for our marriages and has now asked that you leave your best "tip" for marriage bliss in her comments section!

I have absolutely LOVED reading what all the women have posted! Some of it is just down-right hilarious & some of it challenges us to think deeper!

I encourage you to head on over there and check it out!

She will be posting the winner on Monday so you still have time!

The prizes???
You'll have to jump-on-over and find that out for yourself!

As for me...I'm off to "WOO" MY MAN and try out some of those tips I've been reading!!!

Hugs & Kisses!

Oh Happy Day...Part Deux

Okay....

If I left you in suspense....

It only gets better from here......

We (my daughter & I) were in the hospital for approximately 4 days before we were allowed to return home! By home, I mean my Mother's house. With a 3-year old, a brand new baby, a working husband, and a debilitated mom (that's me!)...we certainly welcomed her help.

Mother welcomed us in her home for two weeks following Brenna's birth, just as she had when Bailie was born. It was great seeing my parents bond with our daughters so close after their births! It was also fantastic for Mike to have the help taking care of them. And we were totally unaware of the events about unfold and turn our little world BONKERS!!

About 3 days after arriving to Mother's house, my incision "reopened" in several small "pocketed" areas. This meant Mike would once again play nursemaid and "pack" my open wounds. He was fantastic as ever! So gentle and loving. It takes about 6-8 weeks for the "pockets" to heal from the inside-out (which is the desired effect). So we continued to do what was necessary every day....even once we returned to our own home.

Around week six something totally unexpected happened....When Mike tried to "pack" my incision...he couldn't get any packing in it! We were thrilled...this meant it was done, over, finis!
I had a Drs appointment the very next day and couldn't wait to give him the great news! I was all healed up! Praises were flying all around our house! We were completely in awe of God's healing powers!

The next day at the Drs office, something totally different transpired....When the Dr went to check the final "pocket" that Mike couldn't get packing into, I felt this strange sensation. It was almost as if water were running right down my inner thigh. The Dr ran to the door and called for several nurses. In a fast furious flurry, the room filled with panic faced nurses....

You see...when the Dr went to clean the incision area, he "poked" the cotton-tipped swab into the small space to be sure it was cleaned and sterilized. To his amazement, blood mixed with infection burst from my body like a broken damn!

I could tell by the hurried body language of the nurses that something was terribly wrong. He quickly patched me up to the best of his ability and sent me to the emergency room. He assured me that things would be okay, but it was possible that my incision would need to be RE-OPENED!

Re-opened?
Re-opened!
RE-OPENED!!!!!!
This Dr was out-of-his-ever-loving-mind!!!

Well, I could not have stopped the tears from falling if my life depended on it! I was nothing short of terrified! Oh, Lord Jesus, what had I done? I had done all the Dr had told me to do! I didn't break any of the rules (for once in my life). I was obedient! Why? Why? Why!!!!

I called my Mother from a cell phone to tell her what was happening and asked her to call my husband. We were cut short due to a wasting battery! (go figure)

I was all alone. No husband. No Mommy. NO one. Just me and my extreme fear!

It took the ER department about 2 1/2 hrs to get me where I needed to be and ready for whatever was about to happen. I asked if we could please wait for my husband who was on his way and should arrive any moment! They kindly agreed to give me 20 more minutes, and then they would have to proceed, husband or not!

I don't think I have every prayed such selfish prayers in my life! It was completely about me and my needs at that very intense moment! "Lord, please don't let me go in here without getting the chance to tell my husband I love him...just once more! Please, Lord, let me be able to send love & kisses to my children, parents, & family! Oh, Lord, pleeeaaasseee!! I am so afraid and so alone!!!

At that moment, the door opened and Mike stepped through with huge smile on his face! Cries erupted from a place so deep within me...I thought I might explode. I'm sure I slung my arms around his neck so fast and so tight it rocked him backwards just slightly! His comforting arms...finally...everything would be okay...peace...solace....security!!

The nurses arrived right behind Mike to wheel me off to the operating room once again. I would indeed have to endure a second surgery to "explore" what was happening inside my body. After tight hugs, free flowing tears, and many kisses...I was pushed through the double doors where Mike could not follow!

Complete and utter fear dominated every inch of my being. I felt such a sense of dread...and it was very heavy.

The procedure itself was very quick. I was given a "saddle block" (numbed from the upper torso down to my toes) and allowed to remain awake while the Drs inspected the situation on the other side of the drapes.

Within a matter of minutes, one of the Drs came to my side and told me that they were going to need to call in a specialist to asses the exact extent of the infection. I had a lot of scar tissue and deciphering what was scarring and what was "healing" tissue would be difficult. I indeed had a serious infection and would need some attention immediately. To alleviate any unnecessary pain or discomfort, I would be put under complete anesthesia until the procedure was complete. They expected the specialist to arrive in approximately 45 minutes. Until that time...I would sleep well! Then once again....nothing!

when I finally woke up, I discovered from my husband that I missed two complete days. TWO COMPLETE days asleep! There were wires and tubes all over my body, including one in my nose that continued to my stomach. I was unable to talk, so I improvised and asked Mike questions about everything by writing on some paper. (Which he still keeps in his Bible today!)
Why the tube in my nose?.....To keep me from vomiting....Oh!
Why so many IVs?......You're on 4 antibiotic medications....Oh!
Where's my children?.......with family.....Oh!

I recall lots & lots of x-rays! Everyday. It seems the medications I was on were extremely harsh on one's body. They were also looking for signs of pneumonia or fluid build up in my lungs! I wasn't able to get out of bed due to the large, uncomfortable WOUNDVAC that was attached to my "re-opened" incision.

WOUNDVAC - a device used to cause constant circulation in a severely infected wound. It pulls infection from the body through a tube and into a sterile container which is emptied daily. It is continuous and it doesn't stop...unless it is turned off for the wound to be cleaned and re-packed.

Re-packing my wound was the most horribly painful experience of my life. It was so painful that 10cc of Morphine could not touch it! Could NOT TOUCH the pain! Eventually the Dr had pity on me and began using anesthesia and literally knocking-me-out to clean my wound and re-pack it. I received a total of 7 surgeries while I was in the hospital over a 2 1/2 week time frame.

It was horrible and I had never felt so completely alone. Mike stayed with me for a few days and once the Dr realized that I wasn't going to die....Oh yes, they had already told my husband that my chances of going home with him were less than 40%....LESS THAN 40%....most people do not recover from a Staph infection of this magnitude. It was very severe and I was in grave danger!! Mike felt horrible...and so completely alone! He hit his knees in an OR waiting room and began to pray! He was devastated! How could this be? Why Lord, Why?

Eventually Mike had to return to work or loose his job. I assured him I would be okay and that each day was a triumph! One night, after a very tough day, Mike called like he usually did and I could not refrain from squalling like a baby! I wanted to come home!! I wanted to hold my babies! I wanted to be free from this machine and all this pain!! ....I basically poured my lonely heart out to my desperately-trying-to-hold-it-together husband. After many reassurances from my dear sweet husband, we closed our conversation with prayer and lots of phone-kisses!

As I prepared to drift off to sleep, I put one of the many teaching CDs a friend had given me into a CD player (which she had also given me) and began to listen. First came worship, then prayer requests & announcements, then finally the message. It was our Senior Pastor and he was speaking on receiving from God. Not just receiving ANY old thing from God, but claiming the promises!! It was powerful to say the least! It moved me to a place I had not yet been able to come to in my current circumstance!!

I cut off the message and immediately began to pray. First I asked for forgiveness for my "un"belief! Then I began to praise His wonderful Holy Name with singing and shouting! Then I prayed (speaking it out loud)...."Lord, Jesus...you are the bread-of-life, the great physician, the ultimate Father, and complete embodiment of pure LOVE! You are completely above anything these Doctors may say will or will not happened to my body....You have ordained this that I might learn and be a living testimony to Your Greatness! By your stripes I AM HEALED and I claim this in Your Holy Name! I BELIEVE that when I go in for surgery tomorrow morning, a miracle will appear right before the Doctors eyes and I will shout joy full praises to You for You are the mighty God!" in Your Precious Son's Name.....

I cannot forget that prayer. I remember it word-for-word! I have it memorized...because I must not forget how Great My God is.....

Yes, a miracle did happen before the Doctors eyes. He was amazed to find that my wound had in fact healed. No infection remained anywhere he looked. He repeated it time and time again..."I can't believe this....I just can't believe this....I've NEVER seen this before!" I could have leaped straight up off that gurney and danced a sweet jig to MY LORD that would never have been matched to this day....but I was unable to....since my legs were not able to move!! I did in my heart though...and I shouted praises to the Lord Almighty that were heard in operating rooms on both sides of mine!! I was healed!!! I was going home!!!

Recovery was slow, but it was sweeter than anything I have experienced since! I can honestly tell you....I BELIEVE GOD!!!

Later during my final visit to that very same Doctor, he confided in me that he had determined that I was not going to survive the week! He had already began to prepare himself for inevitable news he would have to bring to my husband & children! It had amazed him that I was always so positive and chipper...even when pain was so...well...painful! He couldn't believe I never cursed him, asked him to "save" me, or seemed to "give" up when the news was grim! He finished with how he admired me and then he asked me a question, "Ms. Melton, why do you think you are still here today?" I was quick with my response...."Because I worship a God who is able to DO ANYTHING!!"

So, you might ask me why I call this a Happy Day? Because that was the beginning of my Total Submission to God. It was my lesson above all lessons and it is what I meant to teach others.....

BELIEVE GOD!!!

A Birthday To Remember....

August 12th....What a wonderful date to celebrate! It is the birth date of my youngest child...Brenna Gail.

Her birth is quite the story and filled with miracles! After delivering her sister at 33 weeks via emergency c-section...I was bound and determined to experience REAL birth. Little did I know how CRAZY I was to even think that way!

I developed gestational diabetes during my third trimester and was being monitored several times weekly. The Drs were looking for any sign that the baby might be in distess...however...during a visit in my 38th week I discovered I had been in labor most of the previous night and that morning! Wow...talk about feeling d-u-m-b! Boy..did I!!

After all...this was my 2nd child...right? The nurse just laughed at me and of course I had to laugh at my own ignorance as well! I remember thinking.."hmmm...if this is all there's going to be to this birth...bring-it-on"! ( I know...your laughing hysterically....I would be too!)

Sure enough, two days later on the 12th of August I was induced for labor. It was a long, long, long. labor. I was exhausted. I'm sure Mike was too. He was also worried about me. Following the emergency surgery that brought our first daughter into the world, I experienced a lot of problems. Infection and lots of pain forced us to be nurses-at-home and I can only sing the praises of my husband...He has hands of steel!!! He had to "pack" incisions three times a day for almost 6 weeks! It was disgusting...but he faced it like a champ! Thanks to his loving care...I healed much faster than the Dr originally forecast I would!

So back to this inevitable birth...I was positive that I could handle this birth.

No drugs.

No epidural.

No problem. Right?

WRONG - NO COMMON SENSE was more like it!

I did actually dilate to five centimeters before my husband and the Dr convinced (begged) me take the epidural for the pain. I was progressing very slowly and the Dr thought maybe if I relaxed, I would dilate a little more steadily...WRONG again...it stopped my contractions cold!

The bright side was that I was LOVING the instant loss of pain that accompanied the drugs! Whew! Praise God for the man who alleviated labor pain!! Also, my loving husband was able to keep all his fingers despite my repeated attempts to yank them from his hands!

Finally the call to push came...I was excited, exhausted, and scared-to-death! I was totally out of my league - but I was certain that I WOULD NOT repeat surgery with this child! So let the tug 'o war begin!

I'm pretty sure Mike said I pushed for around an hour before it happened. We couldn't have seen it coming...but later we found out that the Dr had been preparing just in case it did...

During one of my pushes I felt a sharp, quick, burning sensation on my left side just under my rib cage. It was so intense that not only could I not breathe...I also couldn't push anymore. If I tried to push that pain would over take me.

I was devastated to say the least. Instant failure flooded every inch of my being. Once again I would be unable to do this like a NORMAL woman. I could not control the streams of tears that began rolling down my cheeks.

The Dr began to offer me scenarios of "What Ifs"...but I knew...she was ultimately suggesting that I have surgery to deliver my child. For my safety and the safety of my child. Her reasoning was this: Due to the fact that I had a previous c-section, I was in danger of rupturing my uterus and consequently bleeding out before they were able to get me to an operating room to save the baby or me. It was "our" choice, but she was very nicely stating her opinion!

At that point I was sobbing. Mike asked for a moment alone with me to discuss our choices. As the room cleared...he leaned over me and began to pray. "Dear Lord, we know that all things are in your hands. You gave us this child and we trust you now to deliver this child safely. Comfort my wife and cushion her heart for whatever your will may be. Give us direction and peace in this decision."

As soon as he laid his hands on my face and began to pray...peace washed over me...warm...comforting...peace. I knew my destiny would be another surgery. I was prepared.

I looked deep into his loving eyes and nodded yes! He quickly got the Dr and relayed our decision. The Dr was elated to say the least. Turns out she had been monitoring me for almost 8 hours for fear of this very thing.

In a matter of seconds everything was prepared and I was being rolled to the nearest operating room for delivery! It was a sweetly sad moment for me. I was delighted to finally have this new baby, but I was still reeling from disappointment in my own performance!

As the Dr rallied to get things moving along quickly...Mike entered the room with sheer excitement on his face...he loves a good view of surgery! (sick..huh?!)

From this point a lot of what happened to me I can't recall. Sometime during one of the Dr's incisions, my uterus in fact ruptured and I began to bleed uncontrollably. Fortunately they were able to deliver my daughter before she choked in the womb and possibly died. With our daughter born and safe...their attention turned to me.

All I can really recall about the event is hearing Brenna's first cries and my handsome husband leaning into my face telling me "good job" and that he loved me as he left the room! In my haziness, I couldn't understand where he was going. Then the Dr appeared and her lips began moving...but I couldn't make out what she was saying..something about putting me under...and then....nothing!

When I finally awoke, I was in a recovery room. My husband and my sister were there to greet me! It was over! Praise God! They made arrangements to take me by the NICU (Neonatal Unit) to see my daughter. Due to the trauma and the gestational diabetes, they wanted to monitor her overnight!

It was love at fist sight! She was perfect in my eyes! There were no words to express it...and the rest...was already forgotten! Holding her was another great moment in my life...

Until....about six weeks later...

Fillin' In The Blanks

A good friend left me a comment suggesting that she had been a little worried about my whereabouts since I hadn't posted in several days..prior to the tomato sandwiches..

So I felt the urge to Fill-In-The-Blanks!

Beginning with the last week of July, our family lives have been nothing short of crazy-busy! A co-worker (& the only other decorator besides me) was experiencing a serious personal loss and I was called upon to "fill-in" several nights for her. She doesn't work nights, but I wasn't able to work days. I needed to wait until Mike would come home from work and then I would go to work for however many hours. That was totally tiring.

There was a time in my life where I worked 3rd shift with a happy, smiling, face...believe me those days are gone!!

The first weekend in Aug is always the family reunion for my Mother's family. Over the past several years we ventured to a place in the Smokey Mts for a weekend, but this year, for various reasons, we decided to have it locally. So I worked 9 hrs on Fri. Took Mother her list of needed of items from my place-of-work (warehouse club). Met a friend who had asked me to make cakes for her son's 1st birthday (which I love to do for people I love). Left Mom's @ 3:30 and went home. Took a shower & a very brief nap. Back to Mom's for food, fun, & fellowship. I think I crashed around midnight!

Back to work @ 6 AM for 8 hrs of cake decorating. Left work (at break-neck speed) and headed for the pool fun where my family already were. Swam & played with kids for 1/2 hr. Left and went to my Aunt's house on High Rock Lake for food, fun, & fellowship....One small challenge...it became to storm. It rained off & on for some time. We had lots of fun between the short spurts of showers, but ultimately, it rained us out and we came home around 8:30PM. And not a minute too soon either...Mike had somehow managed to irritate the membrane surrounding his eyes and could barely see by the time we left. He was fine the next morning....it must have been due to the pool water...His eyes are so sensitive...different story to tell later.

Back to work on Sunday @ 6 AM. Plans were to come home and rest then head out to Baptism Service for our Church around 6PM that evening. However, by the time I got home from work, showered and ate a little something.. I was completely exhausted! Not just tired. That exhausted that empties your entire body and makes your mind like J_E_L_L_O! That was me. Mike had such mercy on me! He said, "Babe, GO TO BED!" and being the obedient wife I am (LOL - for those who REALLY know me) I quickly kissed my kiddos and sacked-out! I think I finally woke-up around 7:00 or so...Mike kept apologizing for the kids and their loudness, but I assured him that I heard ab-so-lute-ly NOTHING!!

The kids began Art Classes on Monday afternoons. It is a class we had hoped to join last year, but it filled up before we found out sign-ups had even started! So I signed them up at the end of last school year. When you homeschool, I think it is important to allow your children to use what they learn @ home in out-of-home situations. Art Class is a perfect place for that. The teacher is a believer who homeschools her own children and the classes are filled with mostly homeschool children that we are already familiar with! God is so good! Not to mention that my dd (6) and my ds (13) adore art! Plus, you know from reading my blog....I might be creative...but I ain't artsy-fartsy! I am so glad some one else headed God's urging and agreed to teach my kids that art is more than SpongeBob and the sad little stick figures I draw to amuse them!

Things have slowed down a little more this week than last week. It's still this or that daily...but overall I am not feeling the "pressure" to "perform" this week! I love my part-time job and I am pretty sure I understand why God opened the doors for this particular job curricula!

Yes...it has nothing to do with DANA and everything to do with HIM!!

On top of all that....my husband is completing his GED on-line. He must log in for at least 5 hrs each week - otherwise he gets booted from the program! So I must also run interference between the kids and his computer time. BTW...the computer is in our living room...right next to the kitchen....need I say more? He is doing great! He only has just a few things to complete before he can test for his GED! Then it's off to college - sort of - he wants to get certified to weld. All types of welding. I am sooo excited for him and your prayers are coveted!!

Let's see....Oh, I also visited with a group of "younger" moms @ the park one day to have breakfast and a play date. It was so nice and I met a lot of new people that I didn't know (imagine that...I met strangers!) as well as those I am fond of and have known for quite some time through our local church! I did a lot of listening! I did some talking, but more listening! Just feeling things out....They have invited me to join their Thursday morning BS group...I am praying about it! Homeschooling is among the top daily lists at our home in the fall/winter. I usually do a personal bible study in the mornings for my own time with God and then do another bible study with the kids before we begin school! I tried other bible study groups in the daytime...they didn't work out for me...but there's a reason God allows some things and not others! I will join these wonderful moms when God allows and rejoice with Him in my private time as well!

I think that'll just about do it! Whew...makes me want to nap just looking back at how much I actually typed! Hope this gives you all a little insight to my crazy-filled life! I honestly don't think I would function properly any other way! God knew what I could handle and prepared me for it even before my task arrived...Amen!

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me! Phil 4:13

Daily Bread

Dog-days-of-summer have arrived to my small town in North Carolina; bringing with it bountiful rays of sunshine, warm summer rains, and ripe-juicy-red tomatoes! There's absolutely nothing more satisfying than a HUGE slice of tomato (or two - Mikey) between two slices of white bread (yes, I know...) with a little mayo...add some salt-n-pepper....Oh my gracious...what a delicious meal.....You know it must be accompanied by a tall glass of Southern Sweet Tea!! OOO-EEEE - Now that is some good eats!!


Of course, being a Southern Belle (of sorts) food is viewed not only as a means of body-fuel, but also as comfort, love, sorrow, and a very large range of many more related emotions. If it "ails" you...there's a food to fix it!! Don't even get me started on the things we can do for you with Chocolate.....OOOEEE!!

God's word works in the same fashion....If it "ails" you....He has a "fix" for you in his word.

That's why the word is referred to as "the BREAD OF LIFE". It doesn't mean a literal bread, it means a spiritual one - one that will feed the "NEW" man that was birthed when you came to Christ in submission and repented.


You May Say: God Says: BV:

"It's Impossible" All things are possible in ME Luke 18:27
"I'm too tired" I will GIVE you rest Matt 11:25-30
"Nobody loves me" I LOVE YOU John 3:16
"I can't go on" My grace IS sufficient 2 Cor 12:9
"I can't figure it out" I will DIRECT your steps Prov 3:5-6
"I can't do it" You can do ALL things Phil 4:13
"I'm not able" I AM ABLE 2 Cor 9:8
"It's not worth it" It WILL BE worth it Rom 8:28
"I can't forgive myself" I FORGIVE YOU 1 John 1:9
" I can't manage" I supply ALL your NEEDS Pill 4:19
"I'm afraid" I haven't given you a spirit of FEAR 2 Tim 1:7
"I'm worried & frustrated" Cast all your cares on ME 1 Peter 5:7
"I'm not smart enough" I give YOU wisdom 1 Cor 1:30
"I feel all alone" I will NEVER leave you Hebrews 13:5


This list is posted right in my living room for me to see. I refer to it often and it quickly reminds that Christ prepared the way and experienced the very things we experience daily. That is what makes Him such a wonderful loving Lord. Use these as you need...and please let me know if you can offer any I can add to my ever growing list!!!

Love God & Love Other like you love yourself!!!!