Fish and Oil and Heaven’s Cure

Catch the smile!

Sharing my hubby’s big smile when he caught a 0.87kgs sea bream (bakoko) – we caught the smile as well! Surely he will catch something bigger than that – fish or not! We’re preparing for that bigger smile – by smiling now!

Smile – heaven’s cure!

Sharing my family’s love for massage – my hubby and I massage each other; I massage each of my kiddos, all of them massage me. And when we’re all dead tired, the masseur puts us into sleep – that we may wake up tomorrow minus the sore. Thanks to Heaven’s Cure Body Oil, Massage Gel and Coco Rub!

Touch Therapy – heaven’s cure!

Sharing my love for fish oil capsules – for preventing ordinary cells from mutating into cancer cells! But the most obvious effect on me is it eased up my depressions. Yup I prayed much about it that it better leave me and if one of the ways is to welcome the fish in, why not? I prefer the fish than the devil!

I even applied the fish oil in my toes that got itchy after trying different shoes in Payless. Gone! As if eaten by the fish – similar to fish spa where, without mercy, you allow the fishes to bite your dead skin. Yay! Thanks Squalene – you’re beyond skin deep!

Fish and oil – heaven’s cure!

And how about you — would you care enough to share something that you love and makes you smile?

You — heaven’s cure!

 

You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness. Therefore God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of gladness beyond your companions; – Psalm 45:7

A Christmas Story, Anytime

Prompt from Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 19

Image Credit to Whitebook @ DeviantArt, titled A Christmas Story for Rezzan

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I ran away from him. It was Christmas time.

That was years ago. Not for good. Just for awhile.

I was confused and in pain.

Faith is amazing. It made me go back.

It connected me to God.

Faith is trusting in the now – that right now great things are unfolding no matter how unbelievable it is. What seems dead may be breathing for new life.

Faith is being excited about tomorrow – that tomorrow great things will be unfolded no matter how unbelievable it may be. What seems dead is alive and fruitful!

Faith is amazing. Faith got me back.

It connected me to God’s graces.

I was overwhelmed and in His arms.

That is now and tomorrow. For good. Not just for awhile.

I ran towards Him. It is me, Rea.

 

Then Jesus answered, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed from that very hour. - Matthew 15:28

I Am A Heartist

I am now declaring that I am an artist! Just because Chatting at the Sky asked if I consider myself an artist and if yes, why?

I am an artist because I see extraordinary in an ordinary.

I am an artist because I see beyond the defined purpose of things.

I am an artist because I appreciate each supply chain — tracing back to the Ultimate Source.

I am an artist because I am in love each time I create things — my heart actually giggles!

I am an artist because my kiddos are artists – see some of their lovely works! Hmm it runs in the blood!

 

Self-portrait of my 13-year old daughter. She got her Dad's blood.

My precious daughter. Don't tell me she's not as cute as the portrait.

'Mom & Dad' by my 4-year old daughter. She got her Mom's blood.

 

I am an artist because my hubby is a great sculpture – my kiddos love his clay dinosaurs! And I love our dining chairs because he repaired and painted them! Hmm it runs in the heart!

I am an artist because I am a child of the Master Artist who created the sky – with changing hues!

 

Extraordinary wire heart by me! Extraordinary child by God!

 

I understand that most of us are not comfortable to call ourselves an artist just because our creations are not at par with other artists but does it not matter that God, The Master Artist, is delighted with the beauty that we have created?

The good news is, God is not only an artist — He is also an evaluator and curator – and a Master at those! He appreciates beyond what is seen and heard. He knows genuine Art of Forgiveness, Art of Caring, Art of Giving and all art of the hearts.

I don’t have a shop.

I don’t have a gallery.

Maybe you too.

But we have a home where we showcase kiddos art, table setting, high stool musicals and much more.

We have a heart where we showcase love, forgiveness, faith, and much more.

Not comfortable being called an artist? Oh well, let’s call ourselves HEARTIST!

 

He has filled them with skill to do all kinds of work as craftsmen, designers, embroiderers in blue, purple and scarlet yarn and fine linen, and weavers–all of them master craftsmen and designers. – Exodus 35:35

Umbrella Of Grace

For Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam Week 18

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“Lovely daisies,” said the woman beside Dee.

“This is for my best friend, to cheer her up. But she’ll have this later, the rain won’t stop,” replied Dee.

“Oh, I have an extra umbrella here. Please use it,” offered the woman.

“Are you sure? You’re an angel!” remarked Dee thankfully.

“I am very sure! That is not an ordinary umbrella though. It’s an umbrella of grace,” revealed the woman.

Dee can’t believe her luck. She can’t get off her mind too what the woman said:

“Remember that an umbrella of grace is available for you to use each time there is rain of challenges. All you have to do is accept it, open it, and use it.”

“When you are forced to walk in the rain, allow your senses to be awakened by each drop of cold rain that you may understand how much others need as well the umbrella of grace.  No, you need not pray that it will be provided to them. Pray that they accept it, open it, and use it because it is readily available — for free.”

“And hey, don’t be surprised if wings show up and take you to miracles. Faith moves impossibilities.”

 

I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. – Psalm 61:4

January. JaNewRay. TheNewRay

NEW:

1. Having been made or come into being only a short time ago
2. Still fresh

RAY:

1. Radiance; light
2. A small amount; a trace
3. A straight line extending from a point

Let’s talk about new old things. By old, I mean something that already exists or has been always there. And yes, something old can definitely be new.

It can be new when the eyes are new; when the perspective is new; when the heart is new; when the self is new.

How can two people who regularly saw the same sunray not have the same reaction — one saw it with a smile and the other one just squint and frown?

Could the person have seen a ray of hope and that ray is more than enough?

Or he simply saw a ray?

Could the person have seen a burst of warm love and felt it deeply?

Or he simply saw a ray?

Could the person have seen an extended grace and never doubts its source?

Or he simply saw a ray?

Shall we now look close enough with the old and discover something new? I just did.

January. JaNewRay. TheNewRay,Yeah!

TheNewRea? But my hubby isn’t old —  yet

Happy New Year! Happy New You!

 

I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh. And I will put my Spirit in you and move you to follow my decrees and be careful to keep my laws. – Ezekiel 36:26-27

Cinderella’s Christmas Tea

Cinderella on Her Tea Break from Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam Week 17

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“Surely the shoe will fit me. It’s mine.”

“And I’m a princess now?”

“But what if there’s no fairy godmother?”

“And I wasn’t able to attend the ball?”

“And what if the glass shoe didn’t slip from my foot?”

“Oh, why do I need to analyze everything? Time for tea!”

There’s jasmine, chamomile, lemon, ginger, green tea…

What caught her eye though is the Christmas tea.

“Yes, I’ll have Christmas tea! Christmas is for miracles and I had just one!”

As Cinderella sipped the spirit of Christmas, she felt calm and her mind restored.

“Great things will be poured upon us for reason that we know nothing of. We need not figure out why but simply take it in with deep thanks.”

And Cinderella decided to live happy thereafter.

But not without sharing how to prepare Christmas tea!

Directions:

1. Pour faith over bag of events in a cup of grace.

2. Let it steep with prayers.

3. Add a sweetener such as trusting smile.

4. Sip with gratitude.

5. For best partea, serve others.

 

“‘In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams. – Acts 2:17

Cross Stitches

 

I found it hard to breath. My throat slowly closed. Rashes rushed in.

I passed the allergy test yet the anti-biotic failed and caused me to gasp for air.

Human affirmation is not enough. God’s grace is.

I thank God for the recent cross.

It is painful, especially the unseen wound but the cross stitches.

It fastens together the family with threads of love.

It mends broken souls.

It embosses the heart with an attitude of gratitude.

Thank you so much friends and family for your prayers — for bringing it all to Him.

Thank you so much hubby for taking care of me. For bringing the kiddos to the hospital that I may not miss our normally messy yet love-filled moments as family. I love you.

Thank you so much kiddos for the hugs, kisses, smiles, and love. I love you all.

Thank you youngest daughter for the question, “Mommy are you healed already?”

“The operation is over but the healing goes on.”

“But I prayed to Jesus to heal you.”

“You did? Thank you!”

A stitch in time saves mine — my life beyond the breathing level.

 

 

Then they cried to the LORD in their trouble, and he saved them from their distress. He sent out his word and healed them; he rescued them from the grave.

- Psalm 107: 19-20

That Smile

looked beyond the lens

confident of devotion

effortless smile

looked beyond the truth

convinced oneself it’s unreal

bittersweet smile

looked beyond what’s seen

trusting the One who sees all

reassured smile

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For Gooseberry Garden on Photos, Nostalgia, Memories, and Families

 

Life goes on. Despite several endings. Life goes on. Despite several deaths.

Life goes on. Because there are endings. Life goes on. Because there are deaths.

If you are beside me now you’ll know that I am actually babbling.

I am not even sure if I am dazed or tired or both or anything else.

But I am so sure that I am sincerely grateful for all of you.

You who brought love, hope, blessings, prayers, and all good things in here.

Would you bring some too for BAYLIS?

He is a good man with epilepsy, aphasia and Parkinson’s.

He had brain tumor removed and will have a cataract surgery on both eyes next month. Thank you for your prayers.

He was a University Professor and a Pastor (if I’m not mistaken) and so much more — maybe Baylis can tell us.

When I think of Baylis, I can’t help but remember Job —  Job who was challenged with difficult circumstances and still kept his faith in God.

Baylis, despite his difficult circumstances, still managed to appreciate and encourage others — like me. Thank you so much!

And I am sure he has a very special smile – maybe he can tell us about that too!

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“I know that you can do all things; no purpose of yours can be thwarted.” – Job 42:2

Not In My Plan

Image from Bluebell Books Short Story Slam  Week 16

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“I don’t like rain it changes my plans.”

“And what are your plans my lady?”

“The usual — go for a walk, take pictures, stay at the café and have my favorite waffle.”

“How about checking someone else’s plan for you out there? Go out in the rain.”

“Go out in the rain? And wet myself?”

“Why not?”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll go out there with my boots and umbrella.”

“Don’t forget to wear your wow glasses!”

Reena smiled at her Mom.

Reena smiled some more – out in the rain.

She saw Mommy ducky and her cuties picked flowers – and yes she saw the quack wow in their eyes while they strut their way into the rain!

And so she picked flowers too – happy and fresh flowers bathe by the rain!

Silently she said her thanks, “Thank you so much dear duckies for showing me that I always have the option to find beauty even amidst the rain. That I should not automatically envision mud when it rains – but happy duckies!”

Reena can’t wait to get back home – duck walking and quack wowing.

“Mom, fresh flowers for you. I love you!”

“Wow! Thank you my lady and I love you too!”

“Welcome but you have to thank a mommy duck and her cuties as well!”

“Mommy duck and her cuties?”

“Yes Mom and thank you so much for today – a happy rainy day. Not in my plan — but a real gooooooood One!”

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After series of tests, the doctor confirmed that a cancerous cyst has to be removed in my cervix.

I got to see a cardiologist in a while to confirm that it is okay for me to push through with the operation which is scheduled this coming Saturday.

Not in my plan — but I trust the real gooooooood One.

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“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future”. – Jeremiah 29:11

Not Alone

born to parents

left to aunts

passed on to grandma

back to parents

forwarded to hubby

stayed with kiddos

back to me

back to You

You who will never give me up

You who will never leave me

You who will never stop loving me

You who is ever faithful

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As we journey through life it is inevitable that we will be left behind; that we will be left out – but never left alone.

It is cold in here

But not one with cold shoulders

Warm heart is working

 

Thursday Poet Rally is cool — and so too The Tickly Turtle!

 

Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you. – Hebrews 13:5

Sprinkles of Heaven

 

It is cold inside

Does it have to be outside?

Warm them with your smile

 

It is cold outside

Does it have to be inside?

Defrost chilly heart

 

For Gooseberry Garden on November, Winter, Change, and Hope.

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Earlier I had a schedule of breast ultrasound. It was still early in the morning and a weekend. No hurry, no worry.

But the radiologist had other plans. He wanted to hurry, to worry. He blah blah about I should have come earlier.

“But my appointment is between 8:00AM and 9:00AM and it’s only 8:30AM?”

“Yes, but if there are ten of you, only one shows up at 8:00AM and the rest at 9:00AM…blah blah blah.”

Thank God the procedure only takes around 5 minutes. I got to get out of that place fast but not without leaving some words in the reception with the lead amongst the staff.

“I come here for my well being not to seek for someone who will dampen my day. You are well aware that you charge much higher than other health companies, right? And that premium charges must be for a better service?”

“Yes, Ma’am and we’re really sorry. Will you please write here in our complaint form?”

“Write the complaint for what? Don’t tell me that this is the first time it happened because I won’t believe you. An attitude like that must have been well practiced.”

“I would be lying Ma’am if I say that this is the first time it happened with him.”

“What is the complaint form for? How many complaints do you need before you do something about it? If you can give me a figure and show me the number of complaints I will be more than willing to exert further effort.”

“We’re really sorry Ma’am for your bad experience. “

Oh well, it is December already but I remember Gooseberry Garden’s topic for November because of the incident. I need to cool down.

Good that my awesome daughter is with me – wearing an awesome shirt.

sprinkles of heaven - awesomeness

 

Good that my favorite green tea frappe is near.

sprinkles of heaven - book and green tea

 

Good that I have a good book with me – at the Still Point, an inspiring collection of devotional readings by Sarah Arthur.  And so I randomly open it and here’s what I get…

I saw the world end yesterday!

A flight of angels tore

Its cover off and Heaven lay

Where Earth had been before.

 

I walked about the countryside

And saw a cricket pass.

Then, bending closer, I espied

An ecstasy of grass.

(Eschaton by Elizabeth B. Rooney)

 

See the word bend in there? That made my day! And of course in the thought that sprinkles of heaven are all around if we choose to see!

And so I see the cool red shoes the man is wearing in the table besides us.

And the lovely floor!

sprinkles of heaven - red shoe and lovely floor

 

And I remember too some of my November blessings…

1. All Saints Day and All Souls Day – that includes me and you, think about it
2. 2011 People’s Manager Award – deliver results, engage today’s talent, shape the future
3. November birthdays that brought my Mom and my son to me
4. Family day, crafting days, bazaar
5. Feast of St. Julian of Norvich who said:

“all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well”

“God made it, God loves it, God keeps it.” – referring to the nut size thing in God’s hand which is the entire universe

 

And so much more — including YOU!

 

From whose womb comes the ice? Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens. – Job 38:29

But Time Won’t

Image from Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 15.

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Grain by grain, bit by bit, each moment drops.

It is a slow death.

“Will somebody bond those grains together, form it in one big ball, and roll it into oblivion!”

With pains oozing from her whole being she wants nothing but to speed up time.

But time won’t.

 

Grain by grain, bit by bit, each moment drops.

It is an expeditious death.

“Will somebody crush each grain, turn it into millions, and fuse within me through eternity!”

With love oozing from her whole being she wants nothing but to slow down time.

But time won’t.

 

Our hands are almost same size now! Hands may let go but heart won't. Happy 10th Birthday Benedict! I love you! We love you!

 

Today is my son’s 10th birthday! He’s growing up so fast. Five months ago I wasn’t able to control my tears when he left for 1^st day in school –his 1^st day wearing pants uniform. The year before that he was still wearing khaki shorts – my young boy. Oops got to stop now else today turns out a Saddy Birthday.

Happy 10^th Birthday Dearest Son! I’ll share with the world 10 things I am thankful for about YOU!

1. You love numbers. A math whiz just like your Dad!
2. You love letters. My scrabble, boggle, and book buddy!
3. You handle your money well – you trust your Mom to handle it for you!
4. You are not a complainer.  “Mommy please buy me a new shirt. This doesn’t fit well with me anymore after 4 years.” Or are you?
5. You know how to give thanks. “Thank you sooo much Mommy for the new book! I will massage you for two months.” How can I not give someone like you a whole library?
6. You are thoughtful. Most of the times you spend your Kid’s Church bucks to buy something for your sisters and brother – and sometimes for Mom and Dad too! We are all touched!
7. You are sweet. You tinker with me – bending wires, sanding woods, appreciating junk!
8. You excel in what you like to do. Just like your Dad! You deserve all those medals that you give to us!
9. You cry. Just like your Mom! Let those tears remind you not to make others cry in pain. Make others cry in joy? That will make me cry!
10. You love God. Because you do, you love us too – thank you sooo much! I love you! We love you!

 

There are more reasons why I am thankful for you but I’m not writing them all here right now.

There is no hurry – writing them.

Let’s hurry now – finishing our crafts, hunting for books, loving each other, creating memories…

 

This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. – Psalm 118:24

Thank You For Your Prayers

 

Yes thank you so much for your prayers that you will be saying in a little while.

I opened my email today and read this…

Please pray for my baby. 

 She had seizures last Saturday 3 times, once last Friday. She would stare blankly to her right then her hands would jerk for about 40 seconds. The pediatrician advised that we observe her further — if it persists, we’ll schedule an EEG for her. 

 From Sunday until now, there were no jerky movements on her hands and feet, except for the blank stares of around 5 seconds each. This usually happens when she’s being breastfed. I am scared…

My blog friend Maricel is scared. She’s a first time mom — even nth time mom would be scared.  Let’s join her pray for the baby. Let’s pray for this mom too.

Aloud, in whisper, in silence — God hears them all, right?

 

 

And I read too a number of emails these past few weeks all with warm message of, “I have been thinking of you and praying for you. I hope all is well…”

And all I can say to God is, “Thank you so much for blessing me with these wonderful people in my life. Please bless them more.”

Aloud, in whisper, in silence – God hears them all, right?

 

“Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. ²⁰ For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.” – Matthew 18:19-20

‘T’ Time

time

to thank

tough times

turned my life upside down

trained me how to hold on right

throwing away what could loosen my grip

taking me to the place where my trust won’t be broken

there, up on the cross He loved me even before I loved Him.

 

my son bent the wire for love

 

Thankful for my son who made the Son on the cross

Taught me that loving involves a lot of bending

That bending is not deforming but purposeful

 

from the family that bends together

 

Thankful for the time with my family

Touching, talking, teaching, trying

Transforming whatever we have into love

 

Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks, unto thee do we give thanks: for that thy name is near thy wondrous works declare. – Psalm 75:1

Find My Way Back Into Love

 

Detectives and lawyer

They were my companions in my younger years

Those book characters were with me everywhere

 

I once imagined myself as

Smart and resourceful Nancy Drew

With brothers as lucky and clever as Hardy Boys

 

But I think I grew up

With astute logical reasoning as Sherlock Holmes

With an ability to get somebody out of trouble like Perry Mason

 

My family was hopeful

That someday they will see me in court

A lawyer just like my uncle

 

But I couldn’t tell them

I just wanted to be a woman, wife and a mom

I haven’t told anyone until now

 

And so I grow older and took up engineering

And yes I became a woman, wife and a mom

Defending someone, saving myself and trying to be logical

 

Dream came true? I don’t know. All I know is I could be Hercule Poirot

Who believes that “in the long run, either through a lie, or through truth,

people were bound to give themselves away…”

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For Gooseberry Garden on Childhood, Dreams, Books, Role Models.

 

It’s true. All I ever dreamt of was to be a woman, wife and a mom — all because I wanted to find my way back into love. And how about you?

 

 

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. – Matthew 7:7

Healing Bath

Image from Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam Week 14

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I am letting go. I no longer want to wait.

No more waiting for the phone to ring. No more checking my e-mail twice a day. No more torturing myself thinking of you. From hopeful to edgy; to depressed; to desperate; to discouraged — I am now letting go.

It’s about time to soak my callous heart in healing bath, scrub away your lies, indulge in heaven scent dreams and rinse with confidence that there are wonderful revelations ahead of me.

I love tub for one. I can close my eyes knowing I am safe alone. There’s no one to highlight flaws and no one to crush the spirit.

Oh there’s rubber ducky to remind me to not to be so hard with myself and to smile despite the emptiness inside. Grace will fill all the empty spaces…

 

And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. – 1 Peter 5:10

This May Be Your Last Chance

 

This may be your last chance to kiss me

Do it with passion as if what touched my lips

Is not only a feather.

 

This may be your last chance to love me

Do it with passion as if the soul that touched my being

Is with fidelity.

 

This may be your last chance to be with me

Do it with passion as if your heart that beats for me

Is not a figment.

 

This may be your last chance to remember our story

Do it with passion as if the hero who cared

Is not merely a fable.

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For Gooseberry Garden on Feathers, Fidelity, Figment, and Fables.

 

“Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.” – James 4:14

Day 31: Remember Your Death Experiences

 

Less than a month ago I discovered a lump in my breast. What immediately came to mind is the possibility of breast cancer and of near-death. It made me pause and check myself.

There was no fear. There was no worry. How could it be?

I realized that I have been prepared for this – with my death experiences.

Death of dreams.

Death of trust.

Death of happiness.

Death of confidence.

Death of enthusiasm.

Death of hope.

Death of courage.

Death of spirit.

With those deaths I never asked, “Why? Why? Why?”  But nevertheless I am now given an answer if ever I ask, “WHY?!”

I was being prepared to give birth to my faith.

I gave birth to 4 living babies and my 1 unborn was taken from inside. Pure labor and pain before the release of lives from within me – very much like the birth of faith.

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It’s Day 31 of Feeling Good! And I’m talking about death? Surely death is painful if we focus on the loss. But if we shift our focus to what it gave birth to – it has beauty on its own.

I never thought that faith alone could give birth to so many wonderful things.

Birth of dreams.

Birth of trust.

Birth of happiness.

Birth of confidence.

Birth of enthusiasm.

Birth of hope.

Birth of courage.

Birth of spirit.

Yes, what were lost are best lost. Now I have new ones — better ones plus so much more.

And oh, the lump in my breast is possibly not cancerous. The doctor told me to go back after a month to confirm if I need an operation but as of now, it subsided already. Death of lump?

Now tell me, how can I not feel good? Sometimes feeling good is not about feelings but about trust. That we are better off with it; how others are better off with it – with what is given or taken away.

This is the end of my 31 Days of Feeling Good series – but not the end of feeling good!

 

‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” – Revelation 21:4

Day 30: No More Tricks or Threats

Ghosts haunt the Mommy

Free her from bondage

Jack, Oh let her go

No more tricks or threats

Enough with your rules

For a hollow win

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For The Gooseberry Garden on Halloween - Trick or Treat?!

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It’s Day 30 of Feeling Good! No more tricks or threats — just truths and triumphs!

 

Triumph over feeling of insecurities;

Truth is you are wonderfully made.

Triumph over feeling of worthlessness;

Truth is you are precious.

 

Feel good. Enough with put downs. Enough with self-defeating attitudes.

 

Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free. – John 8:32

Day 29: Give Thanks For Small Luxuries

 

Comfortable bed, blanket and a pillow

Not everyone have them blessed fellow

Warm cup of coffee any time of the day

Thousands don’t have a cup, much more a coffee

Daily shower, soap, and shampoo

To some, this would be heaven sent – heaven scent

 

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It’s Day 29 of Feeling Good! You know those small luxuries which sometimes go unnoticed, those we may not even consider at all as luxury, IS NOT SMALL TO SOME.

 

Those are not small to some.

Those are big, a dream, a miracle for them.

Those are not small to some.

And why should it be to us?

 

Feel good for the miracles you have now.

Feel good for the miracles you can share.

Feel good for the awesome smiles those miracles could bring back to you.

 

Always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.

– Ephesians 5:20