This is a very sad song called…”Fall Into You.” Made me think of my life and the choices I’ve made. What if I lost everything I love the most? Would I be able to go on and be strong? Would I turn away and put blinders on, become so weak and not be able to see there was a higher being there who was waiting to catch me when I fall? Would all my hearing disappear and I just crumble? Which direction would I fall? What a powerful and touching song!
I remember the day I found out I was expecting you. I was so scared and unsure if I would be a good Mother. Before I knew it, you were breathing your first breath of air and crying out for me.” Hold me Mom, keep me safe.” I took you into my arms and quickly your crying stopped. I looked at you in my arms. You seemed so tiny, so fragile. I was afraid I might break you right in my arms. I thought there is so much to learn about being a Mom. I had only one great example to go by. But I never saw her with anyone as small as you. But still, I remember she held me in her arms when I was sad, scared or sick. So that is what I’ll do. Hold you close in my arms until I know your alright. I realized as each day passed. You don’t need to be a perfect Mom, just a loving one. The rest will come naturally.
My baby, my own.
Turn around and you’re two.
Turn around and you’re four.
Turn around and you’re a young girl.
Going out of the door.
Turn around, turn around and you’re a young wife.
With babes of your own.
Your beautiful from the inside in
And even though your all grown up
You’ll always be
My Special Girl
This post is dedicated to my first born, Jessica.
Isn’t it crazy how one song can take you back instantly to a moment a person or even a spirtual place. No matter what else has changed in you or the world…that one song stays the same, just like that moment.
I can remember back when I was 12 years old hearing this song sung in church. “I Believe.” It effected me so deeply. The impact was so profound. I found my self at complete peace. Something I hadn’t felt for a long time. I had just lost the only Mother I had known at 11 years of age. Moved to a new home, new family, new city and new church. I had felt so lost. Then this lady stood in the choir and sang this song – “I Believe” and something in me change for the better from that day on. Years passed and I never heard that beautiful song again. Then two weeks ago while I was cleaning my house what song comes on? That’s right, I Believe. But this time sung by Aaron Neville. I’m not embarrassed to say I got emotional. I actually weeped with joy. I was hit with that same peace I felt at 12 years old. On that same day two ladies knocked at my door and I let them in. Something I don’t normally do. But now i am glad I did. They enriched me with the their knowledge, grace and left me in spiritual peace. I had felt like something was missing in my life, but couldn’t put my finger on it. Until I heard this song then all the pieces to the puzzle fell into place.
Try and remember a place, a person, a smell a memory or a song that can take you back instantly to a good place. What’s your’s?
I believe for every drop of rain that falls a flower grows
I believe that some where in the darkest night a candle glows
I believe for everyone who goes astray
Someone will come to show the way, I believe, I believe
I believe above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard
I believe that someone in the great some where hears every word
Every time I hear a newborm baby cry or touch a leaf or see the sky
Then I know why I believe
Portrait of Esther Huff – By Randall Huff (My Son)
This post isn’t just any ordinary post. It’s near and dear to my heart, because it’s about a very talented young man, my son. I can’t wait to share with you all his talents. I am bursting at the seams and have butterflies in my stomach.
Even as a small boy, I realized he had natural abilities. Whether it was drawing, making money or sports. it all came naturally. Drawing is one of his strongest points. When he was about four years old, I noticed he wasn’t drawing the typical circle with one or more lines in order to represent a human figure, which typically start out looking like “tadpoles” and then gradually become head-feet. His pictures looked similar to the average child at his age, except his pictures of human figures had ears, nose, and hair. Now, when it came to the concept of space, he was the normal four-year old (this continued until he was four and a half). He started to become more aware of the world around him, and any objects in his environment. I started to notice that the objects in his drawings weren’t organized on the page as you would expect. His typically appeared to “float.”
I was still a young mother not familiar with children’s spatial organization. That came a few years later when I started working at a Child Development Center/ Preschool. I decided to take some classes in Early Childhood Development to help me become a better teacher and to aid in my own children’s development. I still had a lot to learn about how the small mind works. With all the hands-on and book smarts in early childhood development, I learned to have an eye in early childhood development in art. I wish I would have known back then, what I know now. One of things I learned about creative development is that you don’t tell a child his pictures are wrong or out of place. When it came to my own son placing objects like houses and trees in the air, I knew it was better for him to discover they do not float in the air on his own. Children need to discover this themselves. This helps bring out their creative development. If we interfere, it can stifel their creative development. Through the years his pictures developed into skillful master pieces. The one that stands out the most to me is the one I posted in the beginning of this post. It’s a portrait of me. I feel so honored. Then I was blown away by the second picture which was a self-portrait of his own face. How incrediable is that?
I don’t know if it was me allowing him to develop his own creativity or this talent was already there and just needed twinking. But he went on to college and majored in Art. He was on the deans list throughout his college years. Several of his oil paintings and pencil drawing were on display in the gallery at the college he attended.
I am so proud of the young man he has become. When he feels the passion running through his blood, he acts on it. Each piece becomes a work of art.
I once asked him, “Why don’t you do this as a full time job?” He replied, “Then it would become more of a job and I wouldn’t have any passion for it anymore.”
I thought about it. that makes sense. How creative can we be if it’s no longer fun, just a job?
I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say ‘he feels deeply, he feels tenderly.’
It is still interesting to me how people need proof something is real or not. It got me thinking, why is that? Is it in our up bringing, our envirnoment?
Take my children as an example. You bring then up from birth in the church, prayer before dinner and a private christain school. So you think with all those exposers, they will continue attrending church when they get their own place and family. But that wasn’t the case. Out of five children, two continued to attend. The envirnoment they were expose to was the same. Yet some embraced it and some didn’t. It’s the same thing with their belief in the Bible. Some believe it’s infallible, and some believe parts of it. Some believe that different men put different interpetation to certain passages. My self, I never questioned it. I never had the need to disect the bible the way that they do. My beliefs in the bible and it’s teachings are pretty clear and complete. I have no doubts.
What makes people different in their beliefs? Is it how they were raised or how their environment was? Is it group beliefs or individual doubts?
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
A LITTLE QUIZ for a SUNDAY
There is a very, very tall coconut tree and there are 4 animals,
They decide to compete to see who is the fastest to get a banana off the tree.
Who do you guess will win?
Your answer will reflect your personality.
So think carefully . . ..
Try and answer within 30 seconds. Got your answer?
Now scroll down to see the analysis….
If your answer is:
1. Lion = you’re dull.
2. Chimpanzee = you’re dense.
3. Giraffe = you’re a complete moron.
4. Squirrel = you’re hopeless.
……A COCONUT TREE DOESN’T HAVE BANANAS……
Obviously you’re stressed and overworked.
You should take some time off and relax
Love watching my grand children discover new things. Here is my grand-daughter Brielle, very curious about the balls inside the round bubble. She tried desperately to touch the balls in the bubble. Unfortunately, they were encased in plastic. My daughter (her mommy) helped her up, so she could get close enough to touch the them from the outside. It was so cute watching her press her tiny face against the plastic pane. As she did this, she caught us looking back at her so she pressed her face even harder. Children at this age are curious about the world around them. It’s wonderful to take these opportunities to allow them to discover. I titled this post “Baby in a Bubble,” because that’s actually what she looked like – a baby inside a bubble. I hope you enjoyed this little piece of my heaven.
A child’s new discoveries is life’s way of letting our old eyes see what we take for granted! 🙂
Breast cancer today is the second most widespread type of cancer to be found after lung cancer.
Statistics for 2009
Being acquainted with the signs and symptoms of breast cancer can assist in saving your life.
Identifying early signs really improves your treatment choices, your possibility for successful treatment, and your survival, if breast cancer is in found.
Breast cancer starts with abnormal cells growing in breast tissue.
However, knowing early signs of breast cancer is important.
Early breast cancer typically doesn’t lead to pain. But as the cancer develops, it might lead to alterations that you are supposed to observe for:
* A lump or thickening in or near the breast or in the underarm area
* A alteration in the size or shape of the breast
* Nipple discharge or tenderness, or the nipple pulled back into the breast
* Ridges or pitting of the breast, making the skin look like the skin of an orange
* A alteration in the look or feel of the skin of the breast, areola or nipple like warmth, swelling, redness or scaliness
Since Dec 4th, my life as I see it has been at a stand still. I wondered if I would be here to see my grandkids grow, would I be here to enjoy time with my oldest daughter when she moves here, would I be here on earth long enough to show my children how much I love them, and how proud I am of each one, would I be able to enjoy the retiring years with the love of my life, would I be here to see my sister get her liver? So many thoughts and wishes for more time.
One thing for sure, I never believed I’d hear the news I did on Dec 4 th 2010. ” We found something on your right breast. We would like to do further testing. We feel it might be breast cancer.” My doctor told me, “prepare for the worst.” You know what? Not once did I play that tune in my head. I always believed it was ALL a big mistake. I don’t know if I will it, as much as I believe it was all the prayers for me. I had a biopsy, and the results were NO CANCER. I can breathe again!
Thank you Lord for one more chance to get it right.
“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact on life. Attitude, to me is more
important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than
circumstances, than failures, then sucesses, than what other people think or say or do. It
is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company…
a church…a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the
attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change the past…we cannot change the
fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing
we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude…I am convinced that
life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you…we
are in charge of our Attitudes.”
-by Charles Swindoll