Letting go of the old to make room for the new
Are you tired of the same-old same-old? Are you tired of your life and all the “STUFF” in it? For those of you who know me well, you know I usually think that “more is more” and for the most part, I think stuff is a good thing. Yet at the same time, sometimes “STUFF” must go! Sometimes more stuff is just that- more “Stuff”. Well, fear not, there is great news for us! It’s a new year and that is a perfect time to say “out with the old and in with...
Read MoreSaying goodbye to Prince Charming
My father was my Prince Charming and I adored him. On November 10, 2010, my precious prince quietly left this earth to spend eternity with our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. And he was welcomed in the arms of my mother, the reigning Queen of his heart, who passed away 15 months ago. Daddy treated me like a princess. He did things a prince would do for his princess. He bought me a horse when I was just 6 years old, built my brother and I the best puppet theater any child could ever want. He loved us. He...
Read MoreSandwiched In Part 1
This was written in April of 2009, just two months before my mother went to be with the Lord. My parents were together at the at the end of my mothers life in Denver. My father does not remember she has passed away. He lives in Denver near my brother and his family. I rejoice that he does still know who I am and He is still am awsome man of God. To be honest with you, this is a sad story, but is scattered with love, hope, and encouragement. I pray my story is a blessing to you and if you have found...
Read MoreSkipping Through The Trials Of Life!
In Oklahoma, we live at the end of a long wooded, windy, gravel road. It is peaceful, serene and simply picturesque. At the end of the road sits John’s parents’ home. We reside in the Cottage, as we like to refer to it, about 200 yards from them. The view is spectacular and I have always said that if you can’t find peace here you simply can’t find it anywhere. I have thought of myself as a city girl. However, I was raised on a farm for the first 9 years of my life, with horses,...
Read MoreSaying goodbye to my best friend
My grandmother used to tell my mother that she ( she being my mom ) should not get mad at her, because she was her first friend and her best friend. Grandma Scheiderman wasn’t talking about the chummy or buddy friendships. No, this was the forever friendship. The friendship that endures through thick and thin . The “I will stand by you forever friend” and “I will believe in you always, even when no one else does friend.” My mother had carried on Grandma...
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