How many times are we really sorry.

I have been contemplating and looking back sometimes can move you forward, in a big way.

Being in a relationship with men, I can see where I went wrong. Yes I was living the worlds way for one thing.

But, I was also trying to make them live by my rules, thinking that if they loved me. They would want to change. Nuts, I know that now.

When you become a mother, you start treating everyone like there your kids. The more they miss behave, in your eyes. The angrier you get, sound familiar?

But if they aren’t gelling with you, then maybe they were wrong to be with in the first place. On the other hand, maybe iron sharpens, iron.

I know I am truly sorry, for not letting a man be a man, when they were one. To trying to belittle them, just because I thought I was right all along.

What I am learning, is I am not always right and need to say so, I think a bigger person can admit when they are wrong. You have to know yourself more each day and grow in maturity.

So to the men out their, sorry from this woman.

Be blessed.

When I am quiet remember he is working on me.

And I can be stubborn or try and get out of it, but really where am I gonna go.

Once I get over myself, he works and its been tough.

But when the going gets tough, the tough get going.

And I am one tough lady.

Some think that when nothing is happening, that they need to do something.

Really, I believe as long as you are praying and worshipping him by reading the word, then things are happening.

In the heavens, it has to happen first, then prayer and your actions will bring it down.

So when its quiet, think of the poem, Footprints.

Lord where were you when I needed you, his reply. I was carrying you.

So again, when its quiet. Amazing things are going on.

Keep the faith

A friend in my church waited 16yrs for the one.

The one God had planned for her and he is lovely.

Sometimes its very simple.

Not what you want, but what you neeed.

He treats me as a big sister and I bag him lots, but you can see how he much he not only loves her but how he was a Gentile and was attracted to her light.

He was baptised along with others on Saturday and the journey to watch has given me inspiration.

So every day I read the list of prayer for my husband to come.

I will keep you posted.

I suppose you can tell.

But I cannot sit still, knowing what my father can do for me and you.

When the battle is in effect, I stand and fight. I fight with honor, nothing man can do to me will win.

I learnt early on in my life, doing nothing only hurts you.

So knowing what I know, my destiny is on its way.

All I have to do is pass the test. What test do you have to pass?

Don’t give up while you still have breath in you, you can achieve great things.

In him who, loves you and knew you before you were in your mothers womb.

One thing I know more than any other is, God has a plan for me and you.

What we have to do is TRUST him and know he will not fail you.

Its such a hard thing to do at the start but its true, his plan for me is up to him. If I have surrendered to him, then its not my life, he knows me, from the end to the beginning all of it my thoughts and much much more.

Things are not as they seem where I work, but I trust him to look after me.

Trust in this DO NOT GIVE UP, he has you in his hand. Just call on him, when you need a friend he is there.

Do not in any way move on what you see, trust the unseen

Hallelujah, I am on my way home in  a while.

Back to civilization, I can’t get over the dust it gets in everywhere. I will be washing everything, I realise I have been what I call citified. I don’t like dirt or bugs, but I have slept in a caravan for the first time ever.

I did try camping long ago and it’s not for me, I can’t do without plumbing. Oh well, least I gave it a go, like football as I live 45mins from the city of Melbourne and I don’t like football the fanatics class me as un Australian. Haha but they have idols, I don’t that’s the difference.

I keep see I g the lord in things through my life and for that, I am grateful.

cya next time and be happy and be blessed

Last night he was moved out of Ccu and into the surgical ward, they are amazed with his progress. Yahoo

So my heart to you who prayed thank you so very much, I am sitting here waiting for the call to go get him.

Isnt God good, so many were praying for him and I know beyond a shadow of doubt it’s because of those prayers.

I shouldn’t call him a boy at 183cm tall, he ain’t little. But a mum always will see her kids as Cubs to be protected.

I read what I post sometimes and shed a tear because I wish that those I love would read this and really know my heart. I try so hard to be a good person as my fathers daughter, to be kind and funny. For I need to change the familiar

But I feel that it’s not noted, but sitting here with the lord it helps for I know it’s a lie so I must push and keep going. For I won’t stop being me, yes lord thank you

just been reminded I was born extrodinary, someday those will see. Big breath feel better now.

god bless

just got the call going to get him

Yes I am back to that again.

I need to be on Gods agenda, I need to understand my purpose.

I want to own my little home and work in a job that I love, with people who show honour and respect.

Now I know these days that may be a hard ask but my father knows, he already has it for me. I don’t need to stress, all I need to do is trust.

So I get up get moving and make today count, for we don’t know what can happen tomorrow. Nothing can happen to you, that shouldn’t be.

What do I mean by that, if you are doing something wrong or ungrateful then it will catch up with you. And when you whine and say, why is this happening. Do a recall of memory, I urge you to be kind, thoughtful and have empathy for someone today.

Dont do something expecting a return in the natural, just do it with integrity and honour.

If your parents are alive then honour them, yes you may not see eye to eye. But what I always go back to is my relationship with mine, I can only remember my mother saying once she loved me just before she died, she didn’t hug or show affection.

But I didn’t let that stop me showing her that I loved her and I even thanked her for what she had done. What we forget in our growing, is not to hold onto un forgiveness, through much hurt she produced a wall. But with love I was able to make a hole, don’t look at the now, use history to understand a person more.

It just might pay dividends.