Holding a grudge?

It's almost 12:00 A.M. I got home a little while ago. I took my mom to the emergency room because she was having chest pains. They think it's a symptom of her diabetes but are keeping her overnight and giving her a stress test in the morning. You know, I think I've come to the conclusion tonight that I hold a grudge against my father. I don't care about what he did to me. I have forgiven him and moved on. But he needed to be the one to keep his vows "in sickness and in health till death do us part" so I wouldn't have all of this added responsibility. My boys take care of her yard, M keeps the house, plumbing, heat, etc. in working order, and I have to run her to all of the many doctor appts. and other places she needs to go. I really resent it all. I asked God to forgive me but how do I move on?

Barney Blue Bell

My 14 1/2 year old kitty died today. He was diagnosed with a thyroid problem a few weeks ago and he just got progressively worse. We buried him in the garden so that he will have flowers growing all around him. I took this picture this morning because I knew he didn't have long. :-(

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

The Wild White Rose

The Wild White Roseby Ellen H. Willis

Oh, that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for.—Job 6:8.

It was peeping through the brambles, that little wild white rose,

Where the hawthorn hedge was planted, my garden to enclose.

All beyond was fern and heather, on the breezy, open moor;

All within was sun and shelter, and the wealth of beauty's store.

But I did not heed the fragrance of flow'ret or of tree,

For my eyes were on that rosebud, and it grew too high for me.

In vain I strove to reach it through the tangled mass of green,

It only smiled and nodded behind its thorny screen.

Yet through that summer morning I lingered near the spot:

Oh, why do things seem sweeter if we possess them not?

My garden buds were blooming, but all that I could see

Was that little mocking wild rose, hanging just too high for me.

So in life's wider garden there are buds of promise, too,

Beyond our reach to gather, but not beyond our view;

And like the little charmer that tempted me astray,

They steal out half the brightness of many a summer's day.

Oh, hearts that fail with longing for some forbidden tree,

Look up and learn a lesson from my white rose and me.

'Tis wiser far to number the blessings at my feet,

Than ever to be sighing for just one bud more sweet.

My sunbeams and my shadows fall from a pierced Hand,

I can surely trust His wisdom since His heart I understand;

And maybe in the morning, when His blessed face I see,

He will tell me why my white rose grew just too high for me.

Autumn and I read this poem this afternoon. It really spoke to my heart. Will I ever stop wanting what I don't have? Isn't it God's best for me? Some days I just feel like I'm where I am because of the decisions I made without God's blessing. Is it my fault then or still God's will?

Discontined products

Does anyone remember Body On Tap? It was the shampoo that was supposed to have beer in it to give your hair more body. Mmmmmmmmm, I can almost smell it!!!!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=GsXj1kwnt9A

I found it!!!!!! I can even buy it!!! It's expensive though!
http://www.vermontcountrystore.com/shopping/product/detailmain.jsp?itemID=35777&itemType=PRODUCT&RS=1&keyword=Body+on+Tap

Now to find Blue Jeans perfume. I would spray some on as a teen hoping to turn the head of that special boy.

And Wacky Wafers!!!!! I craved these fruity coins when I was pg. with G. I would have stockpiled had I known they were going to quit making them!

God Speaking by Mandisa

Driving home this evening I was listening to Mandisa. I heard her song God Speaking in a whole new way. It could be because someone I used to work with lost her husband today. It could be because I have a dear online friend going through tough times as her husband is cheating on her and telling her he wants out of their marriage. It could be my own self pity about some of the decisions I have made in my life. Maybe God is speaking to us through all of it. Wow!!! Read the words, better yet, listen to the song if you can........

Have you ever heard a love song
That set your spirit free
Have you ever watched a sunrise
And felt you could not breathe
What if it's Him
What if it's God speaking
Have you ever cried a tear that
You could not explain
Have you ever met a stranger
That already knew your name
What if it's Him
What if it's God speaking

Who knows how He'll get a hold of us
Get our attention to prove He is enough
He'll do and He'll use
Whatever He wants to
To tell us I love you

Have you ever lost a loved one
Who you thought should still be here
Do you know what it feels like
To be tangled up in fear
What if He's somehow involved
What if He's speaking through it all

His ways are higher
His ways are better
Though sometimes strange
What could be stranger
Than God in a manger

God is speaking
I love you