Thursday, April 26, 2007
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Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Here is the famous "Miss Trish" giving all the puppers a treat yesterday. They ran around and played so good together. Even played a little soccer! Pugsley was so well behaved and Solo is just GORGEOUS!!! Mia was even pretty comfy around them, although she stayed on the porch and didn't participate in the tag chase. She was probably afraid she'd hurt one of them. Haha They are beautiful dogs.....and all of them rescue pups.
The other picture is of Brady and Vader........can you believe they were going to put that beautiful black lab down within hours of Trish rescuing him? It's heartbreaking!!! Well, I'm off to prepare for the SWARM tomorrow. Got pizzelles to make and chocolate cream cheese muffins to bake. I'll try to post some more pics tonight if I can.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Anyhoot, I am getting ready for a big scrapbooking crop in Charlotte this week-end. I am so excited I can barely stand it!!!! Wish my mom was going though.
So, Miss Meadow is a year old and prancing around here like she knows that means she is a big girl. Pugs could care less b/c he just want to be at mama's feet! LOL Mia Sue, well, she just wants them both to disappear!!
Listen, if some nut called QBALL ends up putting comments on here, I know where you live!!! Take a bath will ya!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
THE MASTER'S CARD
There are some things money can't buy, for everything else there's Master Card. We've all seen the ads. However, there is also a different card. It's the Master's Card.
There are no finance charges, no payments due. Your bill has already been covered - it's a prepaid deal. None of us could afford the price, so Jesus stepped in and paid it for us.
Your name is written on the card for all to see. It is accessible 24 hours a day from anywhere in the world.
The Master's Card has so many benefits it's hard to list them all. Just for starters there is unlimited grace. That's right, there is no preset limit to the amount of grace you receive from the Master's Card.
Have you been looking for love in all the wrong places? Then, look no farther than the Master's Card. It offers the greatest rate on love that has ever been offered. The Master's Card gives you access to many "members only" benefits. Want real joy despite the difficulties of life? Apply for the Master's Card. Want a lasting peace? Apply for The Master's Card. Looking for something you can always rely on in a jam? The Master's Card is perfect for you.
Another great thing about the Master's Card is that it never expires and will never be canceled.
Once you're a member, you're a member for life...eternal life, that is. Membership has its privileges, you know. So why not apply today? It's only a prayer away.....
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Here in the south, breakfast is a very big deal.......so we had homemade "angel" biscuits after our sunrise service. If you have ever attended our church, you know that they have a reputation of their own......delicious!!!
There were many music specials today, including Brittany singing the closing song The Tomb Is Empty. Praise God that it is!!! I had the utmost privilege of playing the part of Mary, mother of Jesus today, in a monologue. Whew! Now I can sing in front of strangers, no problem. But put me up there to speak, it's a different story (yes, I know you all are sitting there thinking, "Rhonda,?? problem with talking??!!") Hello!! There IS a difference is talking to friends and speaking by memory. I thank God though because He got me through it, word for word, line for line. The butterflies had even filtrated out of my stomach!
I hope you all have a blessed Easter today and you remember the true reason we celebrate it. It IS that the tomb is empty, that our Saviour was resurrected. And that my dear friends, is what gives us the opportunity to receive eternal life. Remember your ABC's, Admit, Believe, Confess....and you shall be saved.
Enjoy this holiday and CELEBRATE!!
Saturday, April 7, 2007
I remember when Roxy had gotten a hold of Happy Bear! She had just slobbered on him and Brandon through a fit! He had to give Happy a bath and blow dry him!! Little did he know, he was blow drying Happy way to close so he burnt a hole in his stomach. That crazy bear wore a band-aid for two months and Roxy never heard the end of it! I sure hope Meadow doesn't leave any evidence that she was snoozing with Happy!!
Friday, April 6, 2007
When I had my surgery last March, they had to keep her away from me the first few days incase she jumped on me. But once she saw me lying in the bed, she laid right by my side, just like she knew. She was a sweet girl. I can't go into details of losing her because I am still trying to deal with it myself. Those who were with me through it can tell you I was lost without her. When we decided to rescue Meadow, I knew it would be what Roxy wanted and even though Meadow is not Roxy, she can help me fill the void of having a large dog around. Then, after Meadow came Pugsley, and if I had MY way, the entire house would be filled with rescue dogs and Eric would be living in his new garage with the kids! LOL
Oh believe me, there are more yet to come.........hehe
Last night, as we sat in darkness and listened to these events unfold, I felt as if I was right there in the crowds as they persecuted my Lord and Savior. I was among the many women crying out for my Savior not to be beaten and wounded the way that He was. I was there with Mary Magdalene, James and Jesus' mother Mary as they cried out for Him to be set free. I felt His humility, His disappointed in the disciples not being able to hold their heads up for ONE little hour to keep watch as He prayed to His Father to let this cup pass from Him. I felt the loneliness He must have felt as He was torn away from the only friends and family He had.......His disciples, to be portrayed by someone He trusted. It's not just a story.....and no matter how many excuses the world tries to make or how much proof they believe they have uncovered, His Word tells us that He was the sacrificial Lamb. The blood He shed saved us all.......from the worst sinner, to the least. We WERE with Him that day. We drove those nails into His hands, placed that crown of thorns upon His precious head. We were, at some point in our lives, the soldier that pierced His side with that spear! And yet, His very last words were those of forgiveness and love. "Father, forgive them, for they know NOT what they are doing!." And as He hung His head and uttered "It is finished," He was thinking of you and I.
As the members of our congregation left the service in complete silence last night, I had a very difficult time trying to remove myself from the sanctuary. I felt as if I had went back in time, and that I didn't want to leave my Savior's side. I wanted to scream at the soldiers for making a mockery out of my Savior! I wanted them to feel every ounce of torture that they placed upon Him. But as I sat there, I realized, that I too crucified Him with my past sins. As the lights began to come back on in the sanctuary, I still did not want to leave. I felt compelled to stay and mourn my Savior. I felt as if one of my closest family members had died and it was time for that final good-bye to take place. That's where the beauty of it all comes into play. I don't have to say good-bye to my Savior because HE IS ALIVE!! And one day, I will have the privilege to kneel at His feet, kiss those nail scarred hands and thank Him for loving me oh so much so that I could spend eternity with Him.
This Easter season, remember that YOU were on His mind while he hung upon that cross. As they drove each nail deeper and deeper into His hands and feet, YOU were on His mind. He loved us all enough to be the perfect and everlasting sacrifice. And then He did what everyone claimed He could never do. He arose from the grave, ascended into Heaven and He is sitting at the right hand of the Father awaiting our arrival. He is with us now if we just call upon His name. I felt His presence last night.......and I sit here broken hearted this morning as I think of the events that happened on that day He gave His life for us. And come Sunday, I will celebrate and praise Him for conquering the grave! Oh, I pray that you too will be celebrating with me.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
A year has passed since my son died. Yet, today I am truthfully glad that he did.
Oh, mine has been a life of unbelievable contrasts. I have gone from doubt to belief as readily as gray skies to blue. I was but a girl when I learned that I would be the mother of God with skin. He would be born in such a humble way that I began to doubt if indeed this wriggling infant was the promised Child. "Yet", my spirit argued, "how could it be otherwise you have never been with a man. This child is indeed a miracle".
Then there were the shepherds who visited and described their own angelic visit and my mind confirmed what my spirit had been saying - this child was God's Son.
I would have other children and the task of being mother to my brood made the miraculous far too untouchable. I had noses to wipe and spills to clean up and squabbles to settle.
Passover would come and Jesus would attend with Joseph and me. We were on our way home when I had one of those moments not completely unknown to mothers. I suddenly knew, without knowing how, that Jesus was not among the caravan. A quick search confirmed my suspicions and Joseph and I left our friends and ventured back to Jerusalem to find the boy.
We spent three days searching the city. Retracing our steps in each and every place and then I recognized his voice. Yet, it was different somehow. This voice was the voice of a child, yet the words were filled with the wisdom of a lifetime.
We found him sitting with the priests and HE was teaching THEM.
He wasn't looking at me as I spoke, "Son," I said, "Why have you done this to us? Your father and I have been frantic, searching for you everywhere."
The boy looked at me very puzzled and replied, "Why did you search? You should have known I would be in my Father's house."
Those words stung Joseph because he was only too aware that this child was not his, yet my husband's arms were always outstretched for my son. For me, I was suddenly whisked back to a time when the truth of this child was made plain to me. Why must I be plagued with such forgetfulness?
Once, my son and I were at a wedding together. The host had not adequately prepared for the number of guests and the wine had run out. I visited the treasure house of my mind and revisited the little daily miracles that were a part of my son's life and I made Jesus aware of the problem, "How does this concern you and me? My time has not yet come."
I know I should have let the matter rest, but I looked into his eyes and then said to the servants gathered that they should do whatever my son asked of them.
On that day people began to take notice of my son. It wasn't long before Jesus had gathered quite a crowd of followers - twelve who were very close to him.
My son was going to be king. My other sons were very intent on helping to see that Jesus came to sit in his rightful place. Once when public tension was reigning supreme over Jesus, my children and I went to visit him and subtly tried to get him to come home and let the tension die so hopes of a kingdom on earth could be realized.
His rebuke was as biting as the day I had found him in the temple teaching the priests. Jesus had long since come into his own and I was a meddling mother. I can say that with no anger, because of what happened one year ago.
I first understood that the man I beheld was my son when they led him to the top of that wretched hill. How many times I had stroked his brow in tender moments of rest, how many times I had held his hands as we recounted stories of God faithfulness, how many times I had to hold his feet when he was measured for new sandals.
Yet, now this same brow was punctured with thorns, these same hands tense with the pain of metal spikes, these feet that spread such hope held tightly to rough timber and this man held no resemblance to the boy I once knew - except for his eyes.
Oh, to be able to hold him, like I did as a child and sooth away the difficulties with a mother's touch. To gaze at him lovingly and let him know that everything would be all right.
Who can fathom the mind of God. I stood on the side of a rain drenched hill. My son's life blood running down his face, hands and feet. A small, steady stream passed by my feet and my tears joined the rain and his shed blood as the crowd looked on.
Jesus must have known that I was filled with so many emotions. Remembering when he first grasped my finger as an infant, when he received gifts from the eastern kings, when he baffled the priests with his wisdom.
He turned and with those precious eyes looked at me. One of his disciples was standing beside me when my son charged him with my care, "Behold your mother - behold your son." In those words and in that look, my son was reassuring me that he loved me and everything would be all right.
When my son uttered his last words, I remember an ache so deep I felt as if breath would be nothing more than a memory for me. Sobs left my throat raw and eyes puffy. How could my son - God's Son - be murdered in such an inexcusable way.
For three days, I wept. For three days, I wrestled with the fear that indeed God Himself had been cast down and our lives would forever be separated from Him. The city was filled with mayhem. The temple curtains were torn in two, there were earthquakes, fear had taken control of us.
Then day three. Oh, this was the day I began to see with new eyes.
So many thought that Jesus was to be the new king, that he would reign on earth and his greatness would surpass that of the highly favored king, David. Yet, Jesus had been trying to tell us all along that this was not his destiny. That he would reign as King of kings and Lord of lords in heaven - and in willing men's hearts.
This was a new day, and a new relationship with God was made available when my son - God's Son - willingly accepted death to establish a sacrifice that was not only pleasing to God, but was the only way that my son's Father would be able to cleanse the sin in each of our lives - that includes mine.
Oh, but I get ahead of myself. - on day three, my son, Jesus walked out of that tomb, whole and well. His sacrifice had been accepted and he was free to once again commune with His Father - who indeed was well pleased.
They tell me of the scars. All I know is that I was favored above all women to bring God with skin into this world. And I ponder once again the treasures of my heart and discover that Jesus was so much more than I ever expected. God surprised all of us. Jesus was never what we expected - but everything we needed. By Glenn Hascall
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
But, all in all, he's a good dog. We rescued him from East Ridge, TN. He was never in a home until he was 7 months old and came to live with us. He still has a sister available at a Foster home who is even more beautiful and they say she is real sweet. If you're interested, just let me know.
Here is Meadow Grace......we rescued here on Oct. 26,2006 a few weeks after our beloved Roxy passed away....