You must be getting a sense of my personality, while reading these pages.

I hope so, I hope you found a friend, who you know has lived a life and has found her path.

I am happy that you are there and I will pray, that my father is by your side, when you need him.

Be ready for when, he needs you.

And don’t stress, just enjoy the ride.

He loves you and wants to be there to guide you.

Something I know beyond doubt, is when you take his word. Activate it in your life, even if everything else looks the opposite.

His word stands true and it manifests for real. This is when you need to believe, belief is faith in action after all.

So I sit here, by his strips I am healed.

My father is in charge of my life, so everything has to get out-of-the-way. Nothing can hold me back, like an architects blue print.

He had a plan and needed someone to fulfill it. So he knew me before I was even in my mother’s womb, he thought Bronie is the girl. So lets see if she CHOOSES me, my real life began, when I gave him my life.

So, so exciting  yabba dabba doo.

I was just thinking about things and how living, knowing him is wonderful.

Think about it, think about those souls at the hospitals with their relatives laying in limbo. They don’t know or can’t call on him, they are at the grips of despair. It’s such a shame, because when you know him and trust him with your life, you know and accept what he has is all in the plan.

Yes, when someone is ill, I go into battle and tell the devil to get his hands off. I have power and authority, it says so in black and white.

I am my father’s daughter and hell will shake at the sound of my voice, so take that. YEE HAA

When I woke this morning I felt so happy, almost giddy.

Why?, havent got a clue. But I know my father has something new for me.

All I have to do is go about my day and whala.

Get happy and find your joy today.

Note: Handy hint best to share, if your pantry is hard to find things. Handy tip for all your baking needs put these in a different colour container.

Mine are all blue decor containers, easy to find to make a cake, slice, pancakes etc etc. Black labels with contents on them, so handy you wouldn’t believe it.

I wish someone would have told me years ago, decor blue available at reject shop. Reject shop I love, excess or stock that isn’t sold, great idea.

Oh and for sauces, oils that kind of thing. They always dribble, put these on a plastic tray that will fit to the requirements of your home, easier than cleaning shelf and a tray holds a lot of liquid if they break.

Have to stop now, my home is full of great ideas. My life is so much easier…. LOL

A friend dropped by last night and we watched some of Bondi Vet.

They were trying to catch a Tassie Devil. Grabbing it by the tail, success.

Then as they always do, they make that horrible noise.

I joked to my friend who knows just how transformed I am. From the old me, who died at my baptism.

I use to get told I reminded people of a Tassie Devil because they would speak to me and I would growl back.

LOL, how time and the love from my father has changed me.

Sometimes we have jobs and winge and wine until we dont have it anymore.

I have worked in on a tobacco farm, as a young girl my mother was allergic to the leaves. So I stepped in, we needed the money. The deal was to pay her but I did what they wanted her too do.

My next job was in a roadhouse, I waitressed, cooked, managed, sold petrol and started to learn the books. Loved that job because of the people I was able to meet.

I worked in a office, after school bad boss. That is the end of that conversation.

Another I worked in a bakery, that opened my eyes. Never really been one who likes cakes or buns, love to cook but not to eat.

This one was a shocker, I helped on a dairy farm, yuk. I know how young a calf goes for veal (dont eat that), having a cow poo on you is gross. Rotary dairy all backsides pointing in and no where to go.

Next I have worked in a factory that made windcheaters and t-shirts.

One weekend I even cleaned toilets at a raceway to earn extra money, but did it with pride.

Then I had my babies, so I helped out at school, became parents club treasurer, lost property,banking lady, fete organiser, school uniforms, library and office when required.You name it I had a go, yes and they paid me once they new what I could do.

Moved to another town, worked in a newsagency, then office administration and PA work.

The point I am trying to get too, is in every job I have put everything into it. I have enjoyed what I did when I did it. Any challenge was one to overcome, it was never about the title or whether I was the boss or not.

It was finding the JOY, yes I had times I winged. Sometimes you can have managers that should never manage to begin with, but are never wrong.

I love being an indian as some would say, I don’t care what I do next. I don’t care what certificates I have, yes you have to have them to get a job sometimes.

But I am not a lazy person, sometimes you are judged for what you do or don’t do. But working in the city and seeing the high stress of an office, the man out the front delivering the coke a cola looked so much happier.

Find your spot, ask the Lord for the answer. You may be surprised, but what I know, don’t let anyone pigeon-hole you.

It’s not their life, ITS YOURS…