Friday Fill-Ins for February 26

Ok, I slacked off yesterday b/c I just needed a break! I was exhausted. So, I'm back with the Friday Fill-In's thanks to the wonderful Janet!

1. A cup of tea is not really my cup of tea. I prefer it to be iced and slightly sweet and lots of it.
2. LOVE makes a place feel like home.
3. Everything has its beauty except for hate.
4. Why am I not overly fond of the taste of strawberries?
5. Art makes me feel different emotions depending on the media and the subject.
6. LOL I just noticed I forgot my cell phone this morning – I'm lost without it! . . . No, seriously, I am.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward tosleep and time with my family, tomorrow my plans include moving stuff into storage to get the 2nd room cleaned out so Em can have her own room and we can move Nate's crib into there as well instead of in the living room, Brady's birthday dinner and enjoying time out with my husband and Sunday, I want to go to church, enjoy the day and maybe see a movie or go get one!

If you want to participate in the Friday Fill-In, go visit the delightful Janet at Friday Fill-Ins. :-)

Return of the FRIDAY FIELD TRIP (FFT)! YAY!

It is time to implement another gem that went by the wayside. The Friday Field Trip – affectionately known as the FFT.

The FFT is where I bring you to places around the web – or even here on my blog on occasion. Some of these will be repeats from years past b/c, really, I don't expect you to go back and try to find them from 2005-2007. Kind of a hassle.

Today we have two wonderful "go nowhere" FFT's that do nothing but waste your time - in a really fun way! I think this was one of my most popular FFT's.

So grab your brown bag lunch and have a seat for a good bit of fun in the safety and comfort of Nic's Place!

For the women:
Are you looking for a ruggedly sensitive man? Someone who is good with his hands, loves children and is always happy to see you? Well look no further. The Brawnyman is here. This was a "promotion" that was going on at the Brawny site. They had a "rugged" outdoorsy man who does everything from complimenting you on your new haircut to understanding when you've just had "one of those days". It's HEE-LARRY-US! These gems have been preserved on youtube and have been embedded here for your viewing pleasure. Just click the videos below to view the man that Brawny calls their Innocent Escapes Brawnyman. You will, at the very least, be able to get a laugh or ten out of it!

























This next FFT is for everyone and is great for those who need dance lessons.

"Are you tired of rhythm?"

Yes, my friends, it is the ever popular How To Dance Like A White Guy promotional video. A must have for every redneck home. It doesn't matter if you're from the North or South, rednecks are found everywhere.

So kick your feet up, pop the top to a cold one (soda that is) and get ready to have fun while learning the secrets of How to Dance Like A White Guy! Maybe you can pick up a few pointers beforehand if you're going out this weekend!

Just press the start button and you're on your way to a learning whole new kind of dance to impress the other people on the dance floor.

Word Filled Wednesday for February 24 - Psalm 8:1

Can you spot the angel in the cloud?


I was at my mom's house when I happened to walk outside and see one of the most spectacular sunsets I have ever witnessed. The sky was on fire with gold brilliance, as if it had just been poured from the furnace, molten and pure. Rimmed by clouds of mauve and dusty rose, the golden light seemed to bounce back and forth, as light might bounce off of water and then reflect on the ceiling. The only thought I had was . . . MAJESTY! This is what majesty looks like! Splendor, glory, perfection . . . majesty. God's majesty. I took the picture and went back in to my computer and downloaded it. Something caught my eye. Can you see it? I saw the angel in the cloud, worshiping the very majesty I had been witness to for that all too brief couple of moments.

Angels are everywhere. They worship, they glorify, they help, they comfort, they protect. This picture was taken during the time when I was going through a very painful divorce, as mentioned in yesterday's "In Other Words" post. This picture gave to me, for that brief moment, the knowledge that we are never alone. That we are always watched over and that the very angels who watch over us, glory in the very same moments of perfection that we do.

Maybe you can see the angel now:


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HDQ for February 24

It's the return of the HDQ AKA the Hump Day Question. In the past I really enjoyed doing this as it was me answering any question YOU put to me. I am starting this up again and will be doing this on a weekly basis so as to hopefully give you a little more insight to me that you might be interested in knowing. Recipes, family, hobbies, thoughts/opinions, jokes, beliefs, etc.

On Mondays I will be asking you to submit your questions to me in the comments section of that day's blog post. I will then answer them on the hump day of the week AKA Wednesday. All I ask is that you keep the questions clean.

I have two questions to answer this week. The first from one of my oldest and dearest blogfriends, Captain Picard.

Well, Nic, I guess the first thing I can think of was what was the very first thing you thought when you knew you were pregnant last year?

The short answer: "Are you SERIOUS?"
The long answer: "Are you SERIOUS? I was told it would be 'pert near' impossible to get pregnant again, but oh, wow, ok, it was less than 30 seconds to go from blank to two lines. No waiting for three minutes. Ha-ha. Oh. Wow. Hmmmmmm. Wow. Really?! Oh boy! What's Oscar going to say? This was definitely not expected and we both thought we'd never have another child from either of us. Ummmm, wow. . . wow . . . I'm going to be a mommy again at the age of 36. Wow. I . . . hmmmmm, I need to sit down. Ok. This is a miracle. I mean literally a miracle. Wait, did I read it right? One line is . . . not pregnant and two lines . . . yup, definitely two very bright unmistakable lines. Ok. This is just . . . wow! . . .(deep breath) . . . I'm going to be a mommy again!"

Our next question is from LittleWomen21

So, I will take you up on your HDQ. Was your ex-husband a Christian, did he claim to be a believer? Did you go to church together - and if so how did you handle church - and how did the church treat you - during and after the divorce? I ask because all too often churches tend to shoot their wounded instead of loving them.

Great question and no, it's not too personal at all. My ex-husband was agnostic when we were dating and then after we were married and Emily was born, he said that being involved in the pregnancy and birth made him realize that there is a God out there. He now "claims" to be a Christian, as many people out there do, but his walk, talk, lifestyle and behavior still do not show the fruit of the Spirit nor the presence of the Holy Spirit in his life. Emily feels the brunt of this on the weekends she is there as she is so sensitive to the call of the Holy Spirit and the leading of God in her life – and thank you Jesus for that!

He went to church with me occasionally, but it was rather more to "babysit" Emily than to get anything out of it. To him it was an exercise in boredom and I could see him mentally tuning out the pastor because he was uncomfortable there and felt like he had better places to be.

I didn't talk about it with too many people at the church, but I had known the pastor of the church for years. Knew him before I knew he was a pastor. He was the next door neighbor of one of the families I sat for on occasion. He was exactly the same outside of church as he was inside. A man of integrity, truth and compassion. A true man of God. I talked to him about what was going on and then to the youth/children's pastor in order to let him know that there might be some emotional problems with Emily at Sunday School (there never was, thank God), and one other man who was the Pastor of Caring Ministries (they called it something else back then and he is the PERFECT person for the job and still holds that position today and so many lives are better for it). They all prayed for me, over me, for Emily, for healing for my heart, etc. Honestly, they have been the most amazing and wonderful people I have been privileged to know.

Our church is very unique (or it seems like it these days) in that, though it is a VERY large church it IS NOT a "seeker" church, it is anything but a "seeker" church and that is refreshing. They tell the unvarnished TRUTH, knowing that the Gospel is offensive to those without the Holy Spirit guiding their lives and yet refusing to change the message to make it more "palatable" as so many churches these days are doing, love as Christ loved, follow the example of Jesus in treating the wounded, the downtrodden, the outcast and they do it so naturally and easily that one never gets the sense that it's forced or disingenuous. I am blessed with a wonderful church home! They treat the wounded with care and love and prayer instead of shooting them where they stand.

To find out more about them you can visit their website at FEFC.ORG.

Thanks so much for participating in the HDQ this week! I really enjoyed the diversity of the questions and the ability to answer them!

What a wonderful award!

I am SO EXCITED! I got a Beautiful Blogger award!

Thanks to Jo for this award, she is a real treasure and encourager and to be given this by her means a lot! So, now I must tell you seven things about me . . .
1. I'm forever grateful to my Lord and Savior for never once turning His back on me, even when I was doing what I ought not to do, several times. Without Him I would be nothing and I would not have the blessings I do nor would I know how to look for and appreciate them.
2. I'm so in love with my husband it's not even funny. He gets me more than anyone else has ever done and he's patient with my quirks and with me. In him I have truly found a home, a place where I belong. He is my soulmate. He's a great daddy to my daughter and our son and he has made my/our lives complete. (I also am so in love with my daughter and son that my heart fills to overflowing with the love they bring out in me)
3. I really like my guns but I have a special affinity for my knives. I have two sets of perfectly balanced throwing knives. Forget the daddy at the door to terrify the boy into acting right . . . it'll be me. LOL!
4. I love to encourage and affirm others. I believe that there's too much tearing down in life and not enough building up and b/c it takes a lot of effort to build up and only one careless statement to tear down, I spend a lot of time building others up to counter the damage done by every day thoughtless words that are thrown out there.
5. I LOVE to write. I have COUGHseveralCOUGH manuscripts that I have started but never finished. I was told by a few pub'd friends of mine that what I had was rather good. Why have I never finished them? IDK. Maybe fear of failure. Maybe fear of success. SIGH! Maybe I'll finish them at some point.
6. I've been told by several people that I have a GOR. GEOUS. voice but I absolutely can NOT sing in front of large groups of people when I know they're watching me. I literally get weak in the knees and my voice shakes so bad I almost sound like Katherine Hepburn when she was older. I hate having stage fright b/c I love to sing.
7. I can organize events, people and projects like there's no tomorrow and have a real knack for it but have absolutely zero organizational skills when it comes to clutter and stuff and housework. Why is that?
I am passing the blessing along to six other blog friends of mine who have blessed me in very different ways and through their friendship, words and life are BEAUTIFUL BLOGGERS to me:
MiPa @ Miriam Pauline's Monologue
Graham @ Captain Picard's Journal
Lois Lane @ Home Fires
Esthermay @ The Heart of A Pastor's Wife
Twinkle Mom @ Sunflower Faith
Christy @ Searching for Butterflies (She also happens to be my real life friend!)

In Other Words for February 23

So with a painted grin, I play the part again,
So everyone will see me the way that I see them…
Are we happy plastic people, under shiny plastic steeples,
with walls around our weakness and smiles to hide our pain,
but if the invitation’s open,
to every heart that has been broken, maybe then we close the curtain,
on our stained glass masquerade….
Casting Crowns in Stained Glass Masquerade
Casting Crowns has a lot of songs that speak to my heart and to my life as you will see.

I could not believe what I was reading for this week's quote. This was my life a few years back. Back when I was going through the pain of a divorce from my unfaithful husband, a divorce which was the product of an affair that left his (just out of the teen years) mistress pregnant, while I was trying to raise our 4 year old daughter practically alone at the age of 32.

Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small

Cause when I take a look around
Everybody seems so strong
I know they'll soon discover
That I don't belong ~ Stained Glass Masquerade

This quote was my life after the divorce as I struggled to figure out who I was as a single mother, one who had been stuffed in a box during my marriage ("You're not welcome or wanted to go out with me and my friends. Stay home with the baby."), pushed aside in the care taking of my daughter ("She's MY child, I'll take care of it/her, go away") and fearing to fight him because it would have resulted in so much pain, even more so than I'd already been in emotionally, mentally, spiritually and, yes, physically. And, I didn't want our daughter to be subject to the name calling, the yelling, the shoving and pushing that her dad would do to me in front of her ("She's two, she'll never remember it, so therefore it doesn't matter what I do to you in front of her.").

The performance is convincing
And we know every line by heart
Only when no one is watching
Can we really fall apart ~ Stained Glass Masquerade

So I pasted the smile on my face and kept trudging on. Weary, disillusioned, angry, humiliated, hurt, numb, but always with a smile plastered on, hiding the pain, until I was alone. Until night fell. Until the lights went off and I was alone, no longer needing my façade, my masquerade. Then I could just sink into the chair, the couch, my bed, and stare. Wondering what I did wrong, wondering what happened in my life to bring me to this place of desolation, desperation and disillusionment, wondering if it would ever change.

But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be ~ Stained Glass Masquerade

I struggled to take care of my daughter the way I KNEW she needed to be taken care of. In all honesty I didn't do such a good job for a couple of years because of the road I was walking and that's painful to admit. In spite of those shortcomings at the time, really, it was because of her that I kept plugging on, going about the day to day as if by rote, one foot in front of the other, one breath after another. It was because of her that I didn't have the breakdown so many thought I was entitled to, even my own counselor/psychologist. If I wasn't strong for my daughter, then I couldn't do what needed to be done on a daily basis and I could not afford to fall apart. Ever. I would most likely lose her to her daddy if I did. But even then, even though she (literally) was what I was living for, working for, going through the motions for, I was brittle, on the verge of breaking.

Jesus, hold me now
I need to feel You in this place
To know You’re by my side
And hear Your voice tonight
Jesus, hold me now
I long for Your embrace
I’m beat and broken down
I can’t find my way out
Jesus, hold me now ~ Jesus, Hold Me Now

Several of my long time blog friends were with me through this time of depression and hurt and questioning. Some as far away as England, but always just as close as my heart because they became those "grown up" glimmers of encouragement, those lights in the darkness of my spirit. I knew God was there, but I couldn't feel Him and at that point I really needed to feel something other than lost. I tried to figure out who I was again after all the pain and after a while in trying to figure it out I made a wrong turn somewhere and got even more lost than I had been. I was just so tired of being alone without a corporeal human to lean on.

She is running
A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction
She is trying
But the canyon's ever widening
In the depths of her cold heart ~ Does Anybody Hear Her

Rather than try and struggle through happy lies and fragile fronts I dropped the blog altogether. I just couldn't face in the light of day, and under the scrutiny of friends, what I was doing, what I was becoming so I stopped coming around and sorting through my disjointed and fractured thoughts because it was just too painful to be put under a microscope and criticized by everyone. I'd already been unfairly and wrongly criticized enough in my own marriage because he had been trying to shift his faults, sins and responsibilities on me so he didn't have to look at himself and what he'd done to his family. I just couldn't deal with the pain, the sympathy, the advice so I walked away from a part of myself that had been important to me. The path I trod kept me from where I needed to be going.

Curse this morning sun, drags me into one more day
Of reaping what I’ve sown, living with my shame
Welcome to my world, and the life that I have made
One day you’re a prince, and the next day you’re a slave

Lord, I just looked up today
And realized how far away I am from where You are
I don’t know what else to pray
Broken at Your feet I lay
The life I’ve torn apart ~ Jesus, Hold Me Now

I didn't want to face how I'd lost so much time out of the life of my beautiful and precious daughter by being selfish and wanting to "live" again. It's one thing to find oneself, but it is another entirely to try and find oneself by losing oneself in the wrong things because in doing so, so much is lost in every other part of one's lives. In the most important parts and with the most important people.

So she sets out on another misadventure just to find
She's another two years older
And she's three more steps behind

Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even knows she's going down today . . . ~ Does Anybody Hear Her

Eventually, after I got tired of looking at myself in the mirror in the mornings, after I got tired of the guilt of my mom taking the bulk of the care of my beloved daughter, after I couldn't stand the loneliness of a different kind that I found myself mired in, eventually I started to get it right and to do what I should, instead of being what I shouldn't. It was baby steps though. But it was baby steps forward with God's help. And that's what mattered. Abba. Father. Friend. Healer. Confidant. Savior.

Daddy, here I am again
Will You take me back tonight
I went and made the world my friend
And it left me high and dry
I drag Your name back through the mud
That You first found me in
Not worthy to be called Your son
Is this to be my end
Daddy, here I am
Here I am again ~ Prodigal

However, when I stopped doing what I shouldn't and started being who I should, I didn't know how to come back. Didn't know how to face the questions that might be waiting – for anyone who might still be out there. After almost 1½ years after I started to get my life back in order, I felt the overwhelming urge to blog again. It was so very heartening to hear from my two very dearest Brits (one an ex-Pat), thank you Graham and MiPa, after my first blog post in about 2½ years, except for an update in January of 2009. That, in itself gave me the courage to continue to start blogging again and bring me back to where I can write what's on my heart, instead of turning away and wearing the mask to hide the plastic smile and disjointed movements of someone who was just going through the motions. Presenting to the world what I wanted it to see instead of what was really going on inside.

Your mercy saved me
Mercy made me whole
Your mercy found me
Called me as Your own

Here I stand a child of Yours
Broken and in need of You
Break these chains and wash my guilt away
Healer of my brokenness
My weary soul will find its rest
You are my strength, the lifter of my head
You're greater than my yesterdays
You hold me close today
You're the Lord of my tomorrows
My heart will always say
You're greater than my yesterdays . . . ~ Mercy

Only through God's help, grace and mercy am I here today, do I have a truly wonderful bond and relationship with my (now) 8 year old daughter, a job I completely enjoy and take pride in, a new husband I love, a 3 month old son who is a true miracle and an 11 year old high functioning special needs step-daughter who is a great challenge but whom I do love regardless of the difficulties right now and a closer, more trusting relationship with my God, the lover of my soul. I've closed the curtain on the masquerade, the one that included broken glass as well as stained glass. I no longer need it anymore. I can be who I am and I am on the path to who God wants me to be. Still baby steps, but they're bigger baby steps and they're still going forward. Now when I smile, that smile is no longer in danger of cracking, but is instead bright, genuine and full of hope and promise.

. . . And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side . . . ~ Praise You In This Storm

and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age ~ Matthew 28:20b

Please visit Loni @ Writing Canvas for more perspectives on this week's In Other Word's quote.

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And, now I am going to implement something that I used to do back in my earlier blogging days before I stopped for a couple of years to take a break. I will be posting the HDQ answers again on Wednesday. What is the HDQ, you ask? The HDQ is the Hump Day Question. Basically, I answer YOUR questions that you pose to me. Anything you want to know about me, my life, my family, beliefs, opinions, humor, hobbies, etc. Please submit your questions in the comments and I'll have them answered on Wednesday.

Miracle Monday for February 22

Well, I'm going to try this out today. This is Miracle Monday, hosted by Beth @ A Mom's Life

It's easy to participate. Just write about a miracle that you have witnessed, heard about or been a part of and link back to it here. You can copy and paste the Miracle Monday badge into your post if you would like. That's it!

I would like to say that my Miracle this week has to do with yesterday's weather. Talk about the PERFECT day! Upper 70's, low humidity, completely clear, topaz blue skies, minus a few teeny spider web wisps of white cloud way high up, warm, sunny atmosphere (but not too warm) and a gentle cool breeze. That's the perfect weather EVERY day! After the rain, rain, rain we've had this past month, to experience weather so perfect yesterday is nothing short of a miracle!

I will carry that memory of yesterday with me through this week of clouds, cold and even – dare I say it? – SNOW. 1"-3" of the white stuff WITH accumulation is possible, nay, probable tomorrow...all day. Then, once winter has had its "last hurrah" for the season here, we can go back to the perfect days for a while, that is until the 90+ degree temps make their appearance as early as March or April.

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And, now I am going to implement something that I used to do back in my earlier blogging days before I stopped for a couple of years to take a break. I will be posting the HDQ answers again on Wednesday. What is the HDQ, you ask? The HDQ is the Hump Day Question. Basically, I answer YOUR questions that you pose to me. Anything you want to know about me, my life, my family, beliefs, opinions, humor, hobbies, etc. Please submit your questions in the comments and I'll have them answered on Wednesday.

Friday Fill-Ins for February 19

1. Johnny Weir wears some really girlie lookin' outfits…just sayin'.
2. I have barely watched the 2010 Olympics.
3. And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~ Anais Nin . . . I KNOW THIS! This is the marquis at the top of my blog! Heeheehee! .
4. Scratch it, blow it, pick it or flick it if you get an urge.
5. Having sweet dreams happens every time I'm with my family.
6. What does it take to catch a break every now and then?
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to sleep and getting over these stoooopid allergies, tomorrow my plans include Deb's 50th birthday party and Sunday, I want to go see a movie – The Lightning Thief!

If you want to participate in the Friday Fill-In, go visit the delightful Janet at Friday Fill-Ins. :-)

Thursday, Thursday, Thursday for February 18

On Thursday's I do an array of posts, so rather than 3 separate posts, I'm combining them into one. Much easier that way. LOL!


I never numbered the gifts in my life, but am going to start today until I get to 1,000 (and beyond!)! B/C today's gift is the single MOST important one, I am just posting ONE. The rest of them will have multiple gifts. :-)

1. The gift of Salvation. I KNOW where I'm going when I die. It's not some vast, empty space or cold, hard ground with Squiggy, Squirmy, Wiggly, Wormy and Bob for company. Because if God's gift of His son to US so that, through the death and resurrection of Jesus, we can have life eternal and everlasting in a place with no more fears, tears, worries, hurts, angers, loss, grief or disappointments. Instead we will live forever in a land where there is no night, only joy, happiness, fellowship, worship, laughter and love. THAT is my number one gift! Because He lives I can face tomorrow, because He lives all fear is gone; because I know He holds the future and life is worth the living just because He lives.

Click the link via the picture above to see how to participate in One Thousand Gifts (some do it on Mondays, but I do mine on Thursdays for right now)




~1 Thessalonians 5:18~ Give thanks to God in all circumstances (no matter what they may be), for this is God's will for you (who are) in Christ Jesus.

Ahhh, the circumstances of life...some good, some not so good. It's always a struggle to give thanks for the not so good moments, but that is what I am focusing on today because I believe and I know that God gives us those moments for a reason.

I am thankful for the moments of chastisement, yes, those painful, uncomfortable moments we all would rather not ever have to deal with. But, really, without them we would never be given the opportunity to learn and grow from those mistakes or areas where we need improvement and without growth, we become stagnant and when we become stagnant, just like water, we become sour, unpalatable and a host for all manner of things that are unpleasant whether it be attitude, demeanor, outlook, how we react to a situation or person, etc. It's the same with our spiritual life. God uses His chastisement to make us aware of where we are lacking spiritually and where we need to improve in order for us to become more like who God wants us to be.
I am thankful for Oscar not having had a job since the first part of October. While it is financially worrisome, it has allowed me to give that worry and concern over to God and He has provided 100% and then some for us. It has shown me that God provides completely for those who let Him take the reins. As one saying says (with a modification by me), "If God is your co-pilot, then you'd better swap seats and give Him the controls". It has also allowed Oscar and I to become closer to each other and be there for each other in ways that we couldn't have if he were still working an out of state job.
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13 Ways I Express My Love to My Family:
1. I tell them
2. I hug them
3. I give them unexpected treats/gifts
4. I make sure they are clothed, fed and have shelter
5. I actively listen to them
6. I read to them
7. I sing to them
8. I cook for them
9. I take care of them when they're sick and do what I can to make them feel better
10. I praise them
11. I brag on them to others
12. I write "love" letters to them
13. I pray for them

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Word Filled Wednesday for February 17 - Psalm 139:13-16

All my life I wanted to be a mother. Even as a child. Doctor? Nope. Actress? Nope. Princess? Well, maybe on occasion. Teacher? No to that as well. But ask me if I wanted to be a mother and it was YES with zero hesitation.

When I got pregnant with my daughter, I was definitely NOT expecting it. I'd been taking birth control for 10 years and thought, "I'll be ready to have kids on my terms." God apparently had other plans. But, after my daughter was born and my body went haywire after her delivery and after I had several tests run to figure out what was wrong, I was told that I really quite possibly never should have been able to get pregnant in the first place b/c I was severely anovulatory – a hormonal condition that causes me to ovulate maybe 3 times a year, 4 if I'm lucky, but there’s no way to figure out which month I drop an egg…plus, as I'd mentioned, I’d been on the pill for 10 years.

To top it off, I was told that the chances of me getting pregnant again would be the equivalent of lightning striking twice or winning the lottery. I resigned myself to the fact that instead of a house full of children like I'd always dreamed, I would be completely content with the one miracle daughter I was given.

Who knew that EIGHT years later I would become pregnant again?! This time with a son. I didn't know. I thought my child bearing days were over. After all, I was 35 and if it hadn't happened by now, then it wouldn't happen. True, I didn't know. But God knew.

I have two living, breathing, bonafide miracles who are completely healthy and happy and wonderful and infinitely precious! My 8 year old daughter and my 12 week old son. They may not have been planned by me but they were planned by God who ordained not only my life ahead of time but the lives of my daughter and son.

My picture is one of my son at just around 6 weeks old already grasping my finger and holding on to me . . . just as I will teach him to hold on to the Heavenly Father who created him . . . and my daughter . . . and me.

If you would like to join us for “Word Filled Wednesday” drop by Christy @ Critty Joy or drop by “The 160 Acre Woods” to find out more about how to participate in “Word Filled Wednesday”

I really enjoyed my very first Word Filled Wednesday! I hope you did too. :-)