Miracles do happen

In a world where it is hard to believe we believe. Each day brings us something new and different. We find ourselves only to lose ourselves again. Miracles are little things you don't always recognize them, but they happen everyday. Miracles are accidents that happen before you reach the intersection. The healthy children who tear your house apart. Because every moment is a miracle. I am reminded so often to treasure every moment. Years ago I read this:







To realize the value of one year:Ask a student who has failed a final exam.

To realize the value of one month: Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

To realize the value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize the value of one hour: Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realize the value of one minute: Ask the person who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize the value of one second: Ask a person who has survived an accident.

To realize the value of one millisecond: Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.

Time waits for no one.

Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.

I have to add, to realize the value of a miracle: ask the person who is still waiting

It has stayed with me, weighed heavy on my heart. Sometimes we are too busy for miracles, but busy or not great or small they come. They come in all shapes and sizes. They come made for the moment. They come handpicked for you.

No matter how busy life is we should all take a moment to be thankful! Be thankful for miracles, be thankful for time, and most of all be thankful for all the things you don't control or understand.

What the world needs now.....

It's the one thing there is just too little of. Can I say that I hate the phrase hate. Can you fathom, the opposite of love. Love will fill your heart, and hate will empty it. Love is pure and strong and hate is dark and overpowering. Love will fill you up, and hate will leave you empty.

As you look around it is so easy to see hate. It empties the joy from so many days. Hate in the media, hate in the world, hate is forever clouding our lives. It doesn't have to be that way though. You see there was love born out of hate. They hated him so much. What he stood for who he was. This man who came into their lives had the power to change everything. He scared them, and when they accused him and scorned him he spoke not a word. So what could they do. Their hate consumed them. Their hate was so much greater than their presence of mind. They made a brash decision even though there were those among them who were sickened by the thought of it. Some washed their hands of it, but others stayed to watch.

And on that day from their hate was born the greatest love of all:

John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

He sent his only son to die. To perish in their hatred and rise again in the brightness of love. He loves you that much. So when you stare hate in they eye. When someone asks you to choose. Choose love, choose Jesus, choose life, and you will forever be filled. Hate can empty you, but love will set you free.

Boys

Boys are so different from girls. Their busy nature can overwhelm any day of the week. They build things, play with trucks, roar like dinosaurs, and hardly ever sit still. They discover and learn in different amazing ways. Any mom of boys and girls will tell you that it is like night and day. I am often reminded of the saying: Little girls are made of sugar and spice.............Little boys are made of snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.
What those poems don't tell you is that little boys are sensitive, cuddly and kind. Little boys will stand up for their siblings. They are willing to fight battles they can't win. They will look danger in the eye and dare it to get them. Little boys are fearless and full of fears. They need their mommies, their night lights, and their blankies. Even if those poems captured this they couldn't tell you that little boys will steal your heart as they grow. They will change your life, and as fast as you can blink they will grow up before your eyes.

What the poems don't tell you is that little boys are meant to grow into strong men. They don't tell you how fleeting it all is. That before you wipe the last tear they have transformed, and in an instant they will be too big for blankies, and cuddles. Too cool for hugs and mommies. Too soon little boys grow up.

I still remember the day he was born, and the moment they laid him in my arms. I remember bringing him home. Each memory big and little making up 3 years of him. He's grown so fast, and stole my heart my little boy. In three short years he's changed the world of my heart. I can't imagine life without him, days without his smiling face. He is my pride and joy, my baby boy all grown up. So here's a better poem. To describe a little boy. Its not as short, but twice as sweet.

Blessed are the pure in heart.
So often we are told
Of saints whose names and daily deeds
Inscribed in books of gold
Are certain to be seeing God
In well-rewarding joy -
But when I see the pure in heart
I see a little boy.

He shins up trees and barks his knees,
Has lizards in a box;
He loves to read of dinosaurs,
Collects bright-colored rocks.
His grubby hands are gentle
On the coats of dogs and birds,
And he has a quiet wisdom in naivety of words.
I listen to his little prayers
At night with quiet joy -
And when I hear the pure in heart
I hear a little boy.

He hasn't reached the age as yet
To question and to doubt;
He gravely takes his mother's words,
And that's what life's about.
Each day is gold, a shining thing
Without a wrong alloy -
And when I hold the pure in heart
I hold a little boy.

Happy Birthday Xavier

Happy Birthday

It happens in a blink of an eye. One minute you are holding this little baby and the next you are watching them walk into their kindergarten class. The years fly by. One after another! Every candle, birthday cake, and present. We are left with brief glimpses in photographs and home movies.

So remember as you cuddle your children that in a blink of an eye they will be all grown up!Do you remember your fifth birthday? I don't have many memories of birthdays, but I do remember today! She woke up at 7:00 AM and sat up saying I am 5, I am finally 5. For years she has been waiting to be 5 so she could go to kindergarten. Now we are one step closer to that. One step closer to high school, prom, college, and all grown up. Just ask your own mother and she will tell you that just yesterday you were sitting and playing with dolls. Just yesterday you wore your hair in braids and made mud pies and now.....Stephen Curtis Chapman wrote a beautiful song for his daughter Maria, "Cinderella", is the story of a little girl as she grows up. Just one year later his daughter was killed in a horrible car accident. The accident happened in their driveway and she was only 5 years old. In an instant all the hopes and dreams they had disappeared and Maria was gone. He went back to the studio and recorded a new ending to the song:So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone...but The truth is the dance will go on!

He has gone on to rewrite his hit Yours, and his newest hit is Heaven is the face of a little girl. He cherishes every moment he had in those 5 years. So let it be a reminder to you that every moment and every day might be the last!