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Christmas Countdown

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I tried to create this on my Apple but no one could view it. I guess I have to create on Windows. Anyway, I know that I misspelled quiet...sorry and probably more words at that. I am not very good at spelling or grammar. I just like to write. I hope that my simple attempts at writing will help you to focus on Jesus. That is my only desire. Leave any comments. There will be updates daily until Christmas. Love Bev

My favorite girl..

I can hardly believe how long it has been since I blogged. So often I think of writing and then something else comes up. I have often heard that we WILL find time for the things we really want to do. Hum, not to sure about that one. I think with me, I have to decide on which thing I want to do. I have so many things that I love to do. I am so grateful that my interest are in many area's. I would have to say that crafts are number one but I have words that I want to say...things I want to remember...always. So this is important to me. I am going to try and make it a habit again. It seems that I am always on a journey and what I have learned that life is truly a journey. We are only here on this earth for a short while. We where with Jesus and God our Father long before we where born into this world. God picked this time for us to be here. He has a purpose for us. It is up to us to find that purpose and to live it. He will help. I feel His presence in my life.
It's something that is in side of me. I have always prayed and I have gotten pretty mad at God because my prayers did not get answered in the ways I thought they should be.
My dad never stopped drinking...he died at age 44. I never really knew him. Love didn't come and love wasn't enough. Two failed marriages. People still did what they wanted to do. I prayed for help. I begged God. Changes did not come quickly and some not at all.
Just very recently I started to pray that the Holy Spirit would help me in everything I say and do for others. That He would have me say what God would want me to say and do. I pray daily that the Holy Spirit will guide me in my words, actions and thoughts. I also ask Mary to pray for me. I need Her to speak to Jesus for me as wife, mother, woman, Nana, sister and friend. Things are happening. No, the people around me are still doing what they do but I'm changing inside. I can see how what I am saying and doing is different. God is with me. He always was. My sins are many but His forgiveness is more. I don't always understand everything, but I pray anyway. I realized that I have to pray. I need it more than God needs me to pray. It is a gift to be able to pray for one another. Please, you may be the only person in someone's life that is talking to God about them. To me that is the greatest gift we can give....
A lot has happen since I last wrote. I will try and do some catching up. I do this for me.
Peace...Bevie

There is no place like home. Dorothy said it. I believe it. If I could of closed my eyes and clicked my red flip flops together and uttered the famous words "There's no place like home" I would have. I couldn't. Since I was driving! Closing my eyes would of landed me somewhere but not home. We had a great vacation. It wasn't that. What could be better than the beach, good music, good food, drink and great friends. We ate, we danced, we shopped and we laughed. I caught my thoughts often..."I am so blessed." A wonderful husband, really my best friend...Denise is a very, very close second,( Actually I can even tell her more than I would ever tell Pat, but you get the idea) that I love being with. Pat has changed my whole life, he makes up for the whole messy past. I use to hear that love makes you grow into the person you truly are...I know now that is so true. I know me and at 51 years old, I like me. Anyway, back to getting home...I missed my dog, Angel. She is a comfort to me. I love to nestled my face in her fur. I love the way she sighs when she gets all comfortable cuddled up to me. She is the very best. I missed my girl, Cassidy. Her smiles, that look she makes, hearing her say "My Nana" and her little hand in mine. It's funny but when I am away I miss routine. Maybe because I am very tasky (is that even a word?) kind of a girl.Even for a day or two I feel such a peace as I get back to cleaning, washing, cooking, shopping, back to work....notice I did said for a day or two.
How come we don't appreciate what we have until it is gone? Till the bad news comes or when someone or something is no longer ours. Sometimes I get mad at God and I decide that I'm just not going to talk to Him anymore and a little time passes and I actually miss talking to Him. It's like empty air. Vast. It's lonely.
I haven't written on this blog since last October. A long time. I miss it. I have thoughts that I want to write down. It's like a coming home within my self. Where I am one within myself. You would only understand if you have been there. I am grounded, at peace.
So I am grateful for today. For being home. Pat just called to say "Hi", my dog is at my feet and I have had this moment. Thank you, God. I think I'll call Cassidy. She will say " I 'm talking to my Nana and then her famous words "Is Papa home?" Routine, yes, priceless, yes.

PS. I just looked up tasky--not a real word--it is a Bevie word.
Peace and love...Bevie