Changes happen all the time. Sometimes good and sometimes not so good. I, however will be only blogging of the good....
Will be so very happy for 2013 to be over, done with and gone. I suppose in all my life I have never truly not liked a year. I don't know exactly why, and it doesn't really matter why, but I have not liked it and I will very happy to step into 2014. Perhaps that is why there have not been many blogs this year....not much I really cared that much about blogging about. Fabulous Brooch Boutiques is a wonderful company, and I will continue telling you all of the wonderful things it is doing. Donna began working on a show and that became a real time consumer for her, so she didn't have the time to photograph and upload all the new beautiful designs. But, the show is now passed and she will be doing some photography and you will be seeing more on here about her and her beautiful bouquets. She can now be seen a bit on etsy,com if you want to take a peek there, but again....the show took her time. Look for MUCH more from Donna in 2014.
On to bonnib.....I will get www.bonniebsblings.com up and going in 2014. I will get www.eclecticarbor.com up and going in 2014. I will get https://www.facebook.com/eclecticarbor up and going in 2014. I will keep http://www.memories-are-just-that.blogspot.com up and really going in 2014. I will keep my pinterest page going....I would tell you how to find it, but I really at this time don't know how, except since I am the page....I know how. However over 550 others have found me and now following me, so I must be findable. Here, at this time is what I suggest. When you go onto the Pinterest page....just go into the search string there and type in......Polymer Clay Ideas and How To Tutorials....that may get you to me...if not...type in www.pinterest.com/bonnieblasingame/bonniebsblings ... If these don't do it...let me know and I will try to find out how. I will NOT procrastinate in 2014! I will NOT procrastinate in 2014! That will be the year that was......
I have some shows coming up for the Christmas season and they will be over on Dec. 12th and then I will relax and enjoy the rest of 2013 and joyfully welcome in 2014. I will start off fresh. Our goal is for Buddy to be able to retire within 2 years and our businesses presented on this blog will be able to support us. Remember: Philippians 4:13. That will be our cry!
So, today I began Tweeting...or actually following tweeters....I have not yet tweeted, for I do not know how. Another goal is to become familiar with Twitter and bring it into my new and exciting 2014 plans.
Got a new phone to really help me in the business. I got an Apple iPhone. I can now make and receive phone calls; charge my phone; text (a tiny bit on the tiny keyboard); take pictures and send them between phones. I have installed Apple software on my computer, as well as iTunes. I have promptly misplaced (I choose to use that phrase instead of lost) my phone to computer adapter! Boo Hiss! Will now go purchase another one so I can transfer my photos to my computer in a flash....and onto facebook in a flash....will find a special place to keep the new adapter so I can, at all times, put my hands right on it. I figure the thing to do is buy another one now instead of spending time looking for the other one...and when the other one turns up in the least expected place at the least expected time I will then have two....both of them will be kept in my very special place.
And so, now I close.....on to bigger and better things....see ya in the funnypapers!
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Fabulous Brooch Bouquets
My very sweet and dear friend Donna is now using her wonderful talent (this girl can do anything)...she plays piano by ear; restores furniture; lays concrete; refinishes and redesigns decks and now she is making Fabulous Brooch Bouquets. She had "seen" a couple and decided she could do it....bought some brooches and her God given talent took over from there. Here are a few photos: (My personal favorite is the shabby chic....I would get married again just to carry this bouquet) (to the same man of course)!
First One EVER!!!!
Shabby Chic View One
Shabby Chic View Three
Shabby Chic on side view two
New Pink Brooch
New Pink Brooch another view
Tiffany blue brooch
First One EVER!!!!
Shabby Chic View One
Shabby Chic View Two
Shabby Chic View Three
Shabby Chic on side view one
Shabby Chic on side view two
New Pink Brooch
New Pink Brooch another view
Tiffany blue brooch
Tiffany Blue Brooch different view
Here is a shot of my deck after she finished....it was a wreck when she got here.....she completely refinished and redecorated.....now my deck is BEE U T FULL! I love it,,,,
So now you see a few of the things she can do.....but we have just touched the tip of the iceberg on her talents....look for more to come....
By the way...she is not only great at everything she does, but she is one of the best friends in the entire world anyone would ever hope to have.
You can find her on facebook at facebook.com/fabulousbroochbouquets
or.... on etsy at etsy.com/fabulousbrooch
Look her up...you ain't seen nothing' yet!!!!!
What Happened is This!
This was written back in August to a friend who has really stood by me all the way regarding this, but am just today posting on here. I have never known exactly what to do with this "experience," and to be truthful, I still don't. The Lord will let me know. Meanwhile......
Today has been a real awakening for me....I KNOW what happened that day to me on the highway and how I was protected. I had fought what you had said in an email that my testimony must somehow be related to Joseph Prince and something he had said......I fought and cried and prayed that Joseph Prince was not what that one sentence said to me....I was so desperately hurt....because his ministry had and still did and still does mean so much to me in my life and with my walk with MY Jesus.... but somehow, for some stupid reason, I heard that his ministry was not interested in sharing my incredible testimony if I could not somehow be connected to Joseph Prince himself.....I knew I was wrong....I knew it, but when nothing happened with my testimony I lost hope....not with Jesus....and not with Pastor Prince, but with what had happened and could have possible been a cruel joke on me....I knew I had to get it out....I still do...and by the Grace of God I will!
I can hardly see through the tears to even write this and my heart is literally pounding out of my body! I can hardly breathe.....But, I know now how....and I know now why.....and it IS because Joseph Prince is SO incredibly loved and anointed by Daddy God, our ABBA Father....
It is because of a CD that I had turned on that morning I had in my JamBox or whatever that portable CD player thing is that I carried on all my trips and played his CD's and tapes...... at the Sonic I had the tape In His Presence in my player and as I put the car into reverse I hit the button... and that tape played me all the way to my stopping place on Interstate 75! The first song on that CD Pastor sings in the Spirit and does all the way through at different times, he preaches, he teaches.....through all that HE, my Jesus took me safely and I WAS IN the Spirit.....Oh my God........Pastor Prince has to know this....not just the marvelous way you condensed it for me....he has to read the entire thing he has to KNOW how anointed he is.....how powerful God has made his ministry......
I found this CD this morning as I moved all of my tapes to my den......and as I put it in and it began to play I KNEW....I KNEW....I listened to it all the way through knowing....knowing....praising
Today has been a real awakening for me....I KNOW what happened that day to me on the highway and how I was protected. I had fought what you had said in an email that my testimony must somehow be related to Joseph Prince and something he had said......I fought and cried and prayed that Joseph Prince was not what that one sentence said to me....I was so desperately hurt....because his ministry had and still did and still does mean so much to me in my life and with my walk with MY Jesus.... but somehow, for some stupid reason, I heard that his ministry was not interested in sharing my incredible testimony if I could not somehow be connected to Joseph Prince himself.....I knew I was wrong....I knew it, but when nothing happened with my testimony I lost hope....not with Jesus....and not with Pastor Prince, but with what had happened and could have possible been a cruel joke on me....I knew I had to get it out....I still do...and by the Grace of God I will!
I can hardly see through the tears to even write this and my heart is literally pounding out of my body! I can hardly breathe.....But, I know now how....and I know now why.....and it IS because Joseph Prince is SO incredibly loved and anointed by Daddy God, our ABBA Father....
It is because of a CD that I had turned on that morning I had in my JamBox or whatever that portable CD player thing is that I carried on all my trips and played his CD's and tapes...... at the Sonic I had the tape In His Presence in my player and as I put the car into reverse I hit the button... and that tape played me all the way to my stopping place on Interstate 75! The first song on that CD Pastor sings in the Spirit and does all the way through at different times, he preaches, he teaches.....through all that HE, my Jesus took me safely and I WAS IN the Spirit.....Oh my God........Pastor Prince has to know this....not just the marvelous way you condensed it for me....he has to read the entire thing he has to KNOW how anointed he is.....how powerful God has made his ministry......
I found this CD this morning as I moved all of my tapes to my den......and as I put it in and it began to play I KNEW....I KNEW....I listened to it all the way through knowing....knowing....praising
Friday, October 11, 2013
Divided we are....United Not So Much
Dear Blog, I love you so much. You are there to hear my every rant and feeling. Today I am very upset. I am so tired. I am discouraged. I would not know where to turn or what to do were it not for my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
Something is happening that is beyond comprehension and that is that the truth is being bantered around as though it were a tennis ball. No one knows what is true anymore. It seems people no longer care whether or not it is true...just so they are the first one to be able to tell you what they "heard or saw." Most of which is something they heard from some one else who heard it and saw it, who got it from......But, come on, let's post it! Can you believe THIS?...they start their tirade.
NO! NO! I can't believe this....but something deep inside makes me sick.
I just don't know anymore what to think, listen to or believe. So, basically what I have done is isolate myself as much as possible from people, news and anything else other than the unchanging Word of God. It is the ONLY thing I can depend on these days, and always has been, but it is becoming more and more obvious every day.
I can hardly even find Christians who agree with me....I really am pretty far out. Then I talk to another Christian who is also pretty far out...just in a different direction. Then another....and another.
The Word tells us to fellowship, and I want fellowship so much. But, I cannot seem to find it. Don't get me wrong, I have friends, good friends, friends I love....but I have no fellowship! Does this make any sense? It may not to you, but it does to me.
United we stand and divided we fall is an old saying I remember from way back when I was a child. I find it incredibly relevant in today's climate. It seems that in almost every way we are divided. We are divided politically, personally, "religiously" and I say that in quotes because I detest religion, but that is what the world has named it, so I call it that so you will know what I am speaking of. We are divided on so many social levels, what does the Constitution say, what does it not say, what does it mean and not mean...and how about the Bible....it has been distorted, miscommunicated, changed, everyone "interprets" it in their own way.....
I believe God and I believe God's Word. I do not believe that the Word was given to confuse us, but rather to comfort us.
This is a letter to be continued............
Something is happening that is beyond comprehension and that is that the truth is being bantered around as though it were a tennis ball. No one knows what is true anymore. It seems people no longer care whether or not it is true...just so they are the first one to be able to tell you what they "heard or saw." Most of which is something they heard from some one else who heard it and saw it, who got it from......But, come on, let's post it! Can you believe THIS?...they start their tirade.
NO! NO! I can't believe this....but something deep inside makes me sick.
I just don't know anymore what to think, listen to or believe. So, basically what I have done is isolate myself as much as possible from people, news and anything else other than the unchanging Word of God. It is the ONLY thing I can depend on these days, and always has been, but it is becoming more and more obvious every day.
I can hardly even find Christians who agree with me....I really am pretty far out. Then I talk to another Christian who is also pretty far out...just in a different direction. Then another....and another.
The Word tells us to fellowship, and I want fellowship so much. But, I cannot seem to find it. Don't get me wrong, I have friends, good friends, friends I love....but I have no fellowship! Does this make any sense? It may not to you, but it does to me.
United we stand and divided we fall is an old saying I remember from way back when I was a child. I find it incredibly relevant in today's climate. It seems that in almost every way we are divided. We are divided politically, personally, "religiously" and I say that in quotes because I detest religion, but that is what the world has named it, so I call it that so you will know what I am speaking of. We are divided on so many social levels, what does the Constitution say, what does it not say, what does it mean and not mean...and how about the Bible....it has been distorted, miscommunicated, changed, everyone "interprets" it in their own way.....
I believe God and I believe God's Word. I do not believe that the Word was given to confuse us, but rather to comfort us.
This is a letter to be continued............
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Dennis Agajanian...Rebel To The Wrong!
Big day today. Bought a "record player," also known as a turntable these days. Here is what happened.....
Yesterday Buddy and I came home and there was a package on the step in a very narrow square box. Buddy said, "What is this?" I said, "Oh that must be the record I just ordered." Buddy said, "You ordered a record? We don't even have a record player."
Today we have a record player. It has no speakers, but it came with some hook 'em up things on the back of it, and we plugged them into our radio/cd player and we have music! Beautiful music.
I had been looking for a particular album for many, perhaps 20 years and I thought the name of it was "Fool's Gold." Turns out to just have been a cut....an excellent cut, which I remember, but nevertheless, just a cut. The album name is Rebel To The Wrong.
Listen up all you Bluegrass fans....the Bluegrass Festival is going on, starting tomorrow in Guthrie, Oklahoma....and you talk about Bluegrass, well if you look in the Dictionary under the word Bluegrass, you will see Dennis Agajanian's picture! Not only that but he is a CHRISTIAN bluegrass man. If I thought he was going to be there, I would get in my car, leave in the morning for Edmond, pick up Amy and head for Guthrie....then head back to Arkansas for Kyle's wedding, and then back to Oklahoma again to pick up Amy and head to Dallas to see Joseph Prince....and then back to Oklahoma to visit more with Amy, see my family, head to Broken Arrow, Oklahoma to see a friend I have known for about 7 or so years, but I have never met her and another friend, the one and only Jospeph Bias, (I think he goes by Joseph today, but he is still Joe to me) and then back to Nashville....whew I am exhausted to even think about it.....but, as usual, I digress, I was talking about Dennis Agajanian!
This album was cut in 1981, I think, in Waco, Texas! The cuts should be played today on every Christian Radio station in America. It is almost prophetic! It will also make you jump up and down....want to two step, cowboy cha cha, waltz across Texas and worship! Now that is quite a bit for one little record album to deliver....but this one does!
We have a Church here in Nashville, called The Cowboy Church....lots of my country and western singer friends are there a lot....think I may go and see if Dennis is ever there.....
Digress again....the album....almost prophetic! Especially a cut called "Child's Cry." It was certainly off to a very good start in 1981....but is full blown today. We called them "latch key kids,"...they have become so much more than that. And this cut, warns of it....but, as usual, people didn't listen....it is a world of things....bigger houses, bigger televisions, bigger cars....bigger everything....bigger Day Care Centers....bigger before and after school programs for the children.....gotta work....gotta have bigger house...gotta - gotta - gotta....and somewhere in the midst of all this getting, no one hears the "Child's Cry."
Yesterday Buddy and I came home and there was a package on the step in a very narrow square box. Buddy said, "What is this?" I said, "Oh that must be the record I just ordered." Buddy said, "You ordered a record? We don't even have a record player."
Today we have a record player. It has no speakers, but it came with some hook 'em up things on the back of it, and we plugged them into our radio/cd player and we have music! Beautiful music.
I had been looking for a particular album for many, perhaps 20 years and I thought the name of it was "Fool's Gold." Turns out to just have been a cut....an excellent cut, which I remember, but nevertheless, just a cut. The album name is Rebel To The Wrong.
Listen up all you Bluegrass fans....the Bluegrass Festival is going on, starting tomorrow in Guthrie, Oklahoma....and you talk about Bluegrass, well if you look in the Dictionary under the word Bluegrass, you will see Dennis Agajanian's picture! Not only that but he is a CHRISTIAN bluegrass man. If I thought he was going to be there, I would get in my car, leave in the morning for Edmond, pick up Amy and head for Guthrie....then head back to Arkansas for Kyle's wedding, and then back to Oklahoma again to pick up Amy and head to Dallas to see Joseph Prince....and then back to Oklahoma to visit more with Amy, see my family, head to Broken Arrow, Oklahoma to see a friend I have known for about 7 or so years, but I have never met her and another friend, the one and only Jospeph Bias, (I think he goes by Joseph today, but he is still Joe to me) and then back to Nashville....whew I am exhausted to even think about it.....but, as usual, I digress, I was talking about Dennis Agajanian!
This album was cut in 1981, I think, in Waco, Texas! The cuts should be played today on every Christian Radio station in America. It is almost prophetic! It will also make you jump up and down....want to two step, cowboy cha cha, waltz across Texas and worship! Now that is quite a bit for one little record album to deliver....but this one does!
We have a Church here in Nashville, called The Cowboy Church....lots of my country and western singer friends are there a lot....think I may go and see if Dennis is ever there.....
Digress again....the album....almost prophetic! Especially a cut called "Child's Cry." It was certainly off to a very good start in 1981....but is full blown today. We called them "latch key kids,"...they have become so much more than that. And this cut, warns of it....but, as usual, people didn't listen....it is a world of things....bigger houses, bigger televisions, bigger cars....bigger everything....bigger Day Care Centers....bigger before and after school programs for the children.....gotta work....gotta have bigger house...gotta - gotta - gotta....and somewhere in the midst of all this getting, no one hears the "Child's Cry."
Since I am SO good with this blog....I am going to create a twitter account
This is a note to myself...For about the 25th time, tonight I once again had to change my password to figure out how to get into my account. I do not know what it is that blocks that password from my mind....hmmmmm it is probably my mind telling me to drop this stupid blog and do something worthwhile! I have now put the password in a very safe place. Which I will hopefully not forget where the safe place is.
Well, I have chosen not to drop this stupid blog because as of now I have 6 people following it, going to it and being inundated with photos, creative writing, updates on news, updates on my very important doings of the day, etc. I have however decided to add twitting to my ever growing talents.
As I am already a twit, I should easily learn how to twit....or tweet or whatever one does there. I have made some other decisions as well.... I will learn this blog....other people use BlogSpot and have wonderfully interesting blogs....I can do that too. And I will...because, "I can do all things through Christ Who strengthens me." That is straight out of the Bible ... Philippians 4:13.
I have procrastinated about so many things simply because I felt I was too old and tired and etc., that it began making me truly sick, and I don't mean unhealthy, I mean truly sick. I have so many things I want to do....here they are:
I want to make beautiful polymer clay jewelry
I want to sell my beautiful polymer clay jewelry
I want to work on this blog and write about Roy
I want to work on this blog and put up photos of Roy
I want to start twitting
I want to conquer facebook
I want to conquer this blog
I want to conquer twitter
I want to be a better wife
I want to be a better mother
I want to be a better grandmother
I want to be a better great grandmother
I want to be a better witness for Jesus
I want to be a better Christian
I want to be a better person
I want to be a better friend
Okay this is my list of for right now, which is already overwhelming! Oh my, how could I forget......I WANT TO WRITE A BOOK AND HAVE IT PUBLISHED!
So, I basically think about all I want to do and study things to help me do them and then do nothing else to do them.....I think I have seen a pattern develop here. I think I am going to have to start thinking about breaking this pattern. Hopefully I don't think about breaking this pattern that I begin procrastinating on breaking this pattern. Do you understand my dilemma here?
Why at 69 years old, did I decide to do all of these things? Couldn't tell you. Don't know why myself.
Oh yeah, I also forgot to that I want to learn to organize my time better....perhaps spend a bit more time doing than thinking....that could be a good step to take....I will think that through!
Be sure to visit me on:
facebook under Bonnie Burney Blasingame
facebook under Bonnie Burney Blasingame/eclecticarbor.com
www.eclecticarbor.com
www.bonniebsblings.com
pinterest under either Bonnie Burney Blasingame or Eclectic Arbor or bonniebsblings or just search for Polymer Clay Ideas and How To Tutorials
Bye for now.....have to go to bed....am really just tired from all this thinking.....
Well, I have chosen not to drop this stupid blog because as of now I have 6 people following it, going to it and being inundated with photos, creative writing, updates on news, updates on my very important doings of the day, etc. I have however decided to add twitting to my ever growing talents.
As I am already a twit, I should easily learn how to twit....or tweet or whatever one does there. I have made some other decisions as well.... I will learn this blog....other people use BlogSpot and have wonderfully interesting blogs....I can do that too. And I will...because, "I can do all things through Christ Who strengthens me." That is straight out of the Bible ... Philippians 4:13.
I have procrastinated about so many things simply because I felt I was too old and tired and etc., that it began making me truly sick, and I don't mean unhealthy, I mean truly sick. I have so many things I want to do....here they are:
I want to make beautiful polymer clay jewelry
I want to sell my beautiful polymer clay jewelry
I want to work on this blog and write about Roy
I want to work on this blog and put up photos of Roy
I want to start twitting
I want to conquer facebook
I want to conquer this blog
I want to conquer twitter
I want to be a better wife
I want to be a better mother
I want to be a better grandmother
I want to be a better great grandmother
I want to be a better witness for Jesus
I want to be a better Christian
I want to be a better person
I want to be a better friend
Okay this is my list of for right now, which is already overwhelming! Oh my, how could I forget......I WANT TO WRITE A BOOK AND HAVE IT PUBLISHED!
So, I basically think about all I want to do and study things to help me do them and then do nothing else to do them.....I think I have seen a pattern develop here. I think I am going to have to start thinking about breaking this pattern. Hopefully I don't think about breaking this pattern that I begin procrastinating on breaking this pattern. Do you understand my dilemma here?
Why at 69 years old, did I decide to do all of these things? Couldn't tell you. Don't know why myself.
Oh yeah, I also forgot to that I want to learn to organize my time better....perhaps spend a bit more time doing than thinking....that could be a good step to take....I will think that through!
Be sure to visit me on:
facebook under Bonnie Burney Blasingame
facebook under Bonnie Burney Blasingame/eclecticarbor.com
www.eclecticarbor.com
www.bonniebsblings.com
pinterest under either Bonnie Burney Blasingame or Eclectic Arbor or bonniebsblings or just search for Polymer Clay Ideas and How To Tutorials
Bye for now.....have to go to bed....am really just tired from all this thinking.....
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Today's Thought - Revelation 9 29 13
Today I learned through a song, something very important. The song is by Brandon Heath, one of my favorite singers and writers. This is what I learned.
Even though my innocence was robbed from me as a child, I was again made, not only innocent, but righteous through the finished work of Jesus on the Cross. I love these revelations. Just wanted to share with you. Hope someone reads this that receives peace from it.
Even though my innocence was robbed from me as a child, I was again made, not only innocent, but righteous through the finished work of Jesus on the Cross. I love these revelations. Just wanted to share with you. Hope someone reads this that receives peace from it.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Just Another Day...Just Another Blog
First of all, I have really been trying to figure out just what a blog is. I believe I have decided it is just a way to unload your feelings of the day and then be able to, at some later date, go back and see what it was you were feeling and/or doing on that date. Rather, if you please, like a diary for senior citizen. This has no lock on it. And why should it, there are no secrets here. Well, actually (one of Addie's favorite words these days) there are some secrets here. But they are all kept from me.
For example: How do I make this look like other blogs? How do I give it any pizzazz...it just has clouds, which are nice, but that is it. I don't know how to link to other blogs...engage in conversation with other blogs...or even where other blogs might be found. Except, of course on Pinterest...which is a new passion of mine. I would like to link to some of those blogs...I would like for some people to link to my blog...I would like to have something of interest on here for someone to even want to pin to...therefore making it a pinterest kind of blog.
Actually (that word again) I just like to write and I have a lot of things inside of me to write about. No one believes any of them or understands or cares, but I do have lots inside. I have in my 4029 years of life (69 years in real terms, but since I want to stay in my forties, I just do it this way) just another one of my things I do to remain me. You see, I didn't like me for most of my life. I had a very rough bad childhood which I don't talk about and won't go into detail here either, but I was taken advantage of as a child of about 3, maybe 4, until around the age of 12 and if you think just a little you will probably be able to figure out what I am talking about. It pretty much messed me up until I was about 34 or 35 years old when I finally put it to rest....at the foot of the Cross. I hated this man. He was dead, I was glad and I hoped he was suffering in Hell as he had made me suffer in those tender young years of my life. But, even though dead and gone, he ruled my decisions and I didn't even know it. I didn't realize it. I had no way of knowing, but he did. Because of him, I deserved every bad thing that happened to me and somehow even set out to make things bad happen to me simply because I deserved them. So, as you can imagine, not only was my early childhood a mess, so was my young adulthood.
I thought for many years that my high school years were the happiest days of my life. Only to find out that because I dated a lot of guys I had a bad reputation. Go figure...I wouldn't let anyone touch me below the neck and if they tried, they were warned not to do it again and if they tried it again they were history. Lots tried, lots didn't listen, lots were history. But, it never ever occurred to me that people thought I was "that kind of girl"....or that I was wild, or anything of that nature at all. I had a lot of "friends." I ran around with a lot of girls. I was happy. I loved those years. Then 50 years later those memories are shattered when I am told by someone whom I had not seen in 50 years, "Oh, I remember you, you were really a wild one." Huh? No, I wasn't. "Oh, yes I remember you and you were." Crash...blam.....bang....there go those memories.....
So here I am at age 4029, wondering where all my good memories were taken from me like that....then I remember that "he" was the reason....I couldn't even have memories because of him...not good ones.... Then I remember that I laid him and his memory at the foot of the cross in 1978 and I forgave him and my life changed forever.
I found a true relationship with the Lord. I was able to forgive and know I was forgiven. I met my husband. We married and have been married now for 28 years and I am still blissfully happy with him. I still have my personal relationship with Jesus and I am a changed person. So, I tell you this dear blog, so I can from this day on tell you all of the wonderful things that Jesus has done for me to make my life what it is today. I am, dear blog, completely sold out to Jesus. I am "out there." I have so many miracles and wonderful things to tell you about that I can hardly wait. But, I will, for it is late and I feel very tired. It wasn't easy putting this into words to be seen....but it was liberating to do it....it is out in the open...it is over....it is, as Jesus cried out at the Cross, "It is FINISHED."
So, I will write more here...I will tell you all about my Jesus and I hope that someone will read it at just the right time so they will see Jesus and they will also begin to walk in that new life that changes everything.....That is what I want to do. I want to tell people about Jesus. I want to make jewelry and I want to make it to the glory of God. I want to write and I want to make my writing to the glory of God. Though I am neither a writer nor a jewelry maker, these are desires of my heart, and as Philippians 4:13 says, "I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me." Yes Yes and Amen! Thank You Jesus!
More later my dear blog....but now I go to rest.
For example: How do I make this look like other blogs? How do I give it any pizzazz...it just has clouds, which are nice, but that is it. I don't know how to link to other blogs...engage in conversation with other blogs...or even where other blogs might be found. Except, of course on Pinterest...which is a new passion of mine. I would like to link to some of those blogs...I would like for some people to link to my blog...I would like to have something of interest on here for someone to even want to pin to...therefore making it a pinterest kind of blog.
Actually (that word again) I just like to write and I have a lot of things inside of me to write about. No one believes any of them or understands or cares, but I do have lots inside. I have in my 4029 years of life (69 years in real terms, but since I want to stay in my forties, I just do it this way) just another one of my things I do to remain me. You see, I didn't like me for most of my life. I had a very rough bad childhood which I don't talk about and won't go into detail here either, but I was taken advantage of as a child of about 3, maybe 4, until around the age of 12 and if you think just a little you will probably be able to figure out what I am talking about. It pretty much messed me up until I was about 34 or 35 years old when I finally put it to rest....at the foot of the Cross. I hated this man. He was dead, I was glad and I hoped he was suffering in Hell as he had made me suffer in those tender young years of my life. But, even though dead and gone, he ruled my decisions and I didn't even know it. I didn't realize it. I had no way of knowing, but he did. Because of him, I deserved every bad thing that happened to me and somehow even set out to make things bad happen to me simply because I deserved them. So, as you can imagine, not only was my early childhood a mess, so was my young adulthood.
I thought for many years that my high school years were the happiest days of my life. Only to find out that because I dated a lot of guys I had a bad reputation. Go figure...I wouldn't let anyone touch me below the neck and if they tried, they were warned not to do it again and if they tried it again they were history. Lots tried, lots didn't listen, lots were history. But, it never ever occurred to me that people thought I was "that kind of girl"....or that I was wild, or anything of that nature at all. I had a lot of "friends." I ran around with a lot of girls. I was happy. I loved those years. Then 50 years later those memories are shattered when I am told by someone whom I had not seen in 50 years, "Oh, I remember you, you were really a wild one." Huh? No, I wasn't. "Oh, yes I remember you and you were." Crash...blam.....bang....there go those memories.....
So here I am at age 4029, wondering where all my good memories were taken from me like that....then I remember that "he" was the reason....I couldn't even have memories because of him...not good ones.... Then I remember that I laid him and his memory at the foot of the cross in 1978 and I forgave him and my life changed forever.
I found a true relationship with the Lord. I was able to forgive and know I was forgiven. I met my husband. We married and have been married now for 28 years and I am still blissfully happy with him. I still have my personal relationship with Jesus and I am a changed person. So, I tell you this dear blog, so I can from this day on tell you all of the wonderful things that Jesus has done for me to make my life what it is today. I am, dear blog, completely sold out to Jesus. I am "out there." I have so many miracles and wonderful things to tell you about that I can hardly wait. But, I will, for it is late and I feel very tired. It wasn't easy putting this into words to be seen....but it was liberating to do it....it is out in the open...it is over....it is, as Jesus cried out at the Cross, "It is FINISHED."
So, I will write more here...I will tell you all about my Jesus and I hope that someone will read it at just the right time so they will see Jesus and they will also begin to walk in that new life that changes everything.....That is what I want to do. I want to tell people about Jesus. I want to make jewelry and I want to make it to the glory of God. I want to write and I want to make my writing to the glory of God. Though I am neither a writer nor a jewelry maker, these are desires of my heart, and as Philippians 4:13 says, "I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me." Yes Yes and Amen! Thank You Jesus!
More later my dear blog....but now I go to rest.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
So Much Happening!
I really want to work on this blog. I really want to make it something. I have so much to write about Roy for example, which is why I began this journey in the first place, but I have said it before and I will say it again...It has simply been too painful. How long should one grown woman grieve over the loss of her little (4 years younger but 6 inches taller) brother? I do not know the answer to that question. It has been 7 years, and the grieving goes on.
Little things...like a song on the radio or seeing a teal colored jeep or going somewhere and seeing someone who, from the side, looks just like him...hair, glasses, nose; the way he leaned; the way he moved his head. I mean everything! My breath stops momentarily and I race in my mind to go hear him laugh, then he turns just a bit and it is not him....I knew it wasn't, but for just that brief moment it was.
But, tonight I am not going to talk about that. I am going to talk about my love for making jewelry and why. As soon as I wrote that I realized that it leads right back to Roy...so I am going to talk about something else....
I have been putting things on eBay once again. I remember why I quit eBay in the first place. I have a love/hate relationship with them. I love selling and I hate packing and shipping. But, in this business you can't have one without the other, so what is the answer? Well, I don't know, I will think about it and get back to you on that one. That reminds me that I have six things to ship tomorrow for sure...and I hope more sell tonight as I sleep as it is a really good feeling to awaken and find out you made money while sleeping. But, if I sell more then I have to ship more, so you see the problem.
I am almost through with the complete and I do mean complete reorganization of my studio. And I am almost ready to start making jewelry again. I am going to take a couple of photos of my organizational doors when I get them complete (I am sure you can hardly wait), but I really can hardly wait. I used to buy jewelry to tear up and make new jewelry. But, I ran into a real problem. I never could bring my self to tear it up. But I kept right on buying it. Found myself with a LOT of old beautiful pieces just hanging around.
Last April I went to Florida and my friend (bff as the young people say) and I went "thrifting" one day. I found a really neat place that was selling jewelry really cheap. I bought loads of it, to you know, tear up and make something new and cool. I made up my mind that this time I really would do it and when I got home I sat down, put my hand in the sack and said, "Whatever I pull out I will tear down. I will begin." And, I did just that. Well, to make another long story short, I tore it all down. Then I began on everything I had gotten for the last seven years (I will tell you, I promise about why I started buy it in the first place and oh yeah, why all the stones and gems and pretty things to make jewelry out of from scratch) but I digress.
I have bought more (but I tear it right up) because I am going to make these really neat pieces that I have in my head and it seems all I have done since April is buy and tear up and organize...but I am almost there. No more buying.....
Oh yeah, and in the middle of all of this my other bff came out here from Texas and spent two weeks with me and redid my deck, my guest bath, my upstairs bath and various and sundried other things to make my home really cool looking with everything she did. It was a little like "shake and bake," she did it and I helped. Then in July we had the annual reunion of the five of us from high school. At my house...my newly decorated updated changed around house.... they stayed a week. Spent many hours on the deck...they drank wine and smoked cigarettes ... I drank tea and chatted...I drove them all over town and they shopped...and shopped....and shopped.
Really an interesting group of women. Personalities all over the place. Opinions (different) all over the place. Political opinions and world news events opinions...well I won't even go there. But, I will at some point...at some point I will have just had enough and have to let it go....that must be what blogs are for. You can just let your feelings go all over the place and no one even knows. Hardly!
I am going to put up some Pinterest stuff here....I am going to turn this into a place where people race to so as to find out what bonnib is saying, thinking or doing now. Excuse me, I just had a sudden spurt of what ifs cross my mind and the next thing I knew I had written this....
Moving on....going to see Joseph Prince in November in Dallas, TX and I can hardly wait. He is my Pastor now. I know that is a little weird, him being in Singapore and I being in Nashville, but that is the way it is. He teaches the Word and is the second most anointed person I have heard. Catch him on TBN or Daystar...you won't be sorry.
Also, my friend and at one time employer, Joseph Bias is really teaching the Word on his site....get his daily devotional as well...he is in Tulsa, OK...and is the best singer of "It Is Finished," that I ever heard....I really have to get cd's, my cassette tapes are shot.....
Begin to look for more on Joe, Pastor Prince, jewelry making, ebaying and of course Roy....why does one wait until one is nearly 70 years old to start all of these things in her life? I now have so many passions and so little time....oh and I like writing to myself...therefore I started a blog! And as usual, I don't even reread what I have written...if I did, it would never get published....
See ya'll later.
Shalom,
Bonnie
Little things...like a song on the radio or seeing a teal colored jeep or going somewhere and seeing someone who, from the side, looks just like him...hair, glasses, nose; the way he leaned; the way he moved his head. I mean everything! My breath stops momentarily and I race in my mind to go hear him laugh, then he turns just a bit and it is not him....I knew it wasn't, but for just that brief moment it was.
But, tonight I am not going to talk about that. I am going to talk about my love for making jewelry and why. As soon as I wrote that I realized that it leads right back to Roy...so I am going to talk about something else....
I have been putting things on eBay once again. I remember why I quit eBay in the first place. I have a love/hate relationship with them. I love selling and I hate packing and shipping. But, in this business you can't have one without the other, so what is the answer? Well, I don't know, I will think about it and get back to you on that one. That reminds me that I have six things to ship tomorrow for sure...and I hope more sell tonight as I sleep as it is a really good feeling to awaken and find out you made money while sleeping. But, if I sell more then I have to ship more, so you see the problem.
I am almost through with the complete and I do mean complete reorganization of my studio. And I am almost ready to start making jewelry again. I am going to take a couple of photos of my organizational doors when I get them complete (I am sure you can hardly wait), but I really can hardly wait. I used to buy jewelry to tear up and make new jewelry. But, I ran into a real problem. I never could bring my self to tear it up. But I kept right on buying it. Found myself with a LOT of old beautiful pieces just hanging around.
Last April I went to Florida and my friend (bff as the young people say) and I went "thrifting" one day. I found a really neat place that was selling jewelry really cheap. I bought loads of it, to you know, tear up and make something new and cool. I made up my mind that this time I really would do it and when I got home I sat down, put my hand in the sack and said, "Whatever I pull out I will tear down. I will begin." And, I did just that. Well, to make another long story short, I tore it all down. Then I began on everything I had gotten for the last seven years (I will tell you, I promise about why I started buy it in the first place and oh yeah, why all the stones and gems and pretty things to make jewelry out of from scratch) but I digress.
I have bought more (but I tear it right up) because I am going to make these really neat pieces that I have in my head and it seems all I have done since April is buy and tear up and organize...but I am almost there. No more buying.....
Oh yeah, and in the middle of all of this my other bff came out here from Texas and spent two weeks with me and redid my deck, my guest bath, my upstairs bath and various and sundried other things to make my home really cool looking with everything she did. It was a little like "shake and bake," she did it and I helped. Then in July we had the annual reunion of the five of us from high school. At my house...my newly decorated updated changed around house.... they stayed a week. Spent many hours on the deck...they drank wine and smoked cigarettes ... I drank tea and chatted...I drove them all over town and they shopped...and shopped....and shopped.
Really an interesting group of women. Personalities all over the place. Opinions (different) all over the place. Political opinions and world news events opinions...well I won't even go there. But, I will at some point...at some point I will have just had enough and have to let it go....that must be what blogs are for. You can just let your feelings go all over the place and no one even knows. Hardly!
I am going to put up some Pinterest stuff here....I am going to turn this into a place where people race to so as to find out what bonnib is saying, thinking or doing now. Excuse me, I just had a sudden spurt of what ifs cross my mind and the next thing I knew I had written this....
Moving on....going to see Joseph Prince in November in Dallas, TX and I can hardly wait. He is my Pastor now. I know that is a little weird, him being in Singapore and I being in Nashville, but that is the way it is. He teaches the Word and is the second most anointed person I have heard. Catch him on TBN or Daystar...you won't be sorry.
Also, my friend and at one time employer, Joseph Bias is really teaching the Word on his site....get his daily devotional as well...he is in Tulsa, OK...and is the best singer of "It Is Finished," that I ever heard....I really have to get cd's, my cassette tapes are shot.....
Begin to look for more on Joe, Pastor Prince, jewelry making, ebaying and of course Roy....why does one wait until one is nearly 70 years old to start all of these things in her life? I now have so many passions and so little time....oh and I like writing to myself...therefore I started a blog! And as usual, I don't even reread what I have written...if I did, it would never get published....
See ya'll later.
Shalom,
Bonnie
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Jesus At The Wheel
I
was involved in the very first car accident of my life on February 14, 2008. I
thankfully was not hurt, but as a result I learned my health was failing me.
I
had been complaining for some time about being tired and having no energy, but my
doctor didn’t seem too concerned. I had “other” health issues which he paid
closer attention to and pretty well just shrugged my lethargy off as being a part
of my health issues. Over the next couple of years, I complained more and more
about being constantly tired. But alas, the endless tests showed nothing. I reached
a point where I almost felt guilty for even being alive. I was doing so little,
I did not even have the energy to do my housework. I rode an electric scooter to
the grocery store. I picked up dinner on the way home. But what I did best, was
to lie on the couch and watch television. This went on for a couple of years
and got progressively worse, but still, no cause was found. I had no life, I
did nothing, and I finally decided I was just lazy. I would MAKE myself do
things, but my attitude about just being lazy just wouldn’t go away. I found it
extremely difficult and was unable to make myself do things. I couldn’t even do
things I enjoyed.
My
life revolved around watching television and “resting” and I was getting really
tired of it. Sick and tired, but I refused to get depressed about it. But, I
finally had to admit that I was beginning to not care much about anything. I
had had it! This has gotten completely out of hand, my life had no quality
whatsoever and I wanted to know why. I was sent to another doctor for a consultation
(he had previously consulted me several
times to no avail, so hope was not really at the top of my list with this appointment).
I finally got to see him and he took a sample of my blood and sure enough, my
blood count and iron levels were very low and he didn’t like it. He was also conducting
other blood tests, but would not have the results until the following week. These
blood tests would, I hoped, give some definitive answers as to what was wrong with
me and hopefully lead him to what should be done next. So I made an appointment
for the following week to discuss my results.
I
had made plans to go to Atlanta for a few days and meet a friend who was attending
a friends’ wedding and I needed to do some shopping for my business. I was
miserable and exhausted the entire time and glad I was going to see the “new”
doctor when I returned home to Nashville.
When it was time to return home, my frined packed my care for me, as I could not do it, and put the last few things ready for me to take out to my car when I left the next morning. She was also getting her things packed and ready to go and said she would help me, but I thanked her and said I could handle it from here. She woke me up the next morning to say goodbye and asked if I needed a wakeup call. I told here there was no need and after she left I started to get myself ready. I was dragging. I was exhausted. I didn't have to dress as I had slept in my clothes. So I washed my face, combed my hair, brushed my teeth and got my purse. I was ready to go. When I reached the car I started it, backed out and headed for the fast food drive through and ordered a large water with limes; I took a long soothing drink and felt better. And off I went to head for the interstate. That is the last thing I remember.
I
drove for nearly 50 miles on the four lane interstates and I don’t remember a
thing about it. By all accounts I was unconscious, I know this sounds
unbelievable, it does to me, but I really don’t remember a thing. Numerous 911
calls were made regarding my erratic driving, weaving all over the road, and
crossing over lanes and back again. Large trucks were trying to guide me and
blowing their horns when I would begin to weave. Police cars and sheriff cars
were following with lights and sirens blowing trying to keep me from crossing
the median and going head on into the oncoming lanes of traffic. I remember
absolutely none of this!
These
are bits and pieces and parts of stories that were told to me after all of this
had happened. Apparently the sheriff maneuvered on the inside left of me and the
traffic slowed down and moved out of the way while he and another sheriff
“guided” me across four lanes of traffic and to the side of the road and where
I eventually stopped. How, I do not know! They came to my car, one on one side and
two on the other, again what I was told is that they kept hitting the window yelling
for me to lower it. I guess I finally did, because I had no broken windows. The
sheriff saw I was in bad condition and they moved me to the passenger’s seat,
without waiting for paramedics one of them got into my car and drove to Gordon
County Hospital in Calhoun, Georgia, this is the next state to Tennessee where
I live.
They
thought I was dead when we arrived. Still unconscious in the hospital, no one
knew how to reach any of my family or friends to inform them, so someone went to
my car for my purse and found my cell phone. It was ringing, it was my friend
Carolyn calling me to see if I was home yet. The doctor spoke with her and told
her where I was and that I was in a critical condition. Carolyn then called my
husband and told him all she knew, gave him the number to the hospital and the
name of the doctor so he could call.
A
blood test revealed that my hemoglobin was under six and my iron levels were at
a complete zero. I had lost a huge amount of blood and my iron stores were
completely depleted. They quickly started the process of matching my blood so I
could receive a blood transfusion immediately. I was admitted to the hospital
and my husband and daughter arrived early the next morning. I was receiving my
second blood transfusion and iron intake.
The
doctor came to see me as soon as my husband arrived to try to get some
information from him regarding my condition. He told the doctor that I had
missed my appointment with the doctor the day before and could not get into to
see him again for at least a month. So the doctor called my doctor and told him
of the urgency and if he could not see me, I would be kept in Calhoun hospital.
The doctor said he would arrange for an appointment to see me. I was informed
that after I received another transfusion of blood and iron, I might be able to
be taken back home.
I
was told to stay in bed and rest until I went to see my doctor in Nashville.
I
arrived back home and took the advice from the hospital until my next
appointment. After more blood tests, my doctor informed me my iron stores were
still depleted and my blood count was still critically low. I was then sent to
another doctor who was the only one in Nashville that conducted a particular
test. I saw him immediately. I was going to swallow a capsule camera and it was
going to go through my body and take over 55,000 pictures. This was my only
chance to find out where the blood was being lost. All previous tests had not
been able to show where the blood was being lost nor why.
My
insurance company informed me that I wasn’t covered for this particular test,
so the doctor gathered information from all my doctors and wrote a letter to
the insurance company explaining the urgency of the test. The test was
approved. It was a simple test. I had a computer strapped around my body and I
swallowed a camera. I just had to be back at the hospital at 4pm to remove the
computer. I would be notified when the results were back.
I
got a phone call informing me the results had been sent to my doctor and he
would explain everything to me and take care of it. I went to see him the next
day. He said I was a very critically ill girl. There was however, one more test
he wanted done before he pronounced his diagnosis and that the test would be
the next morning. I was stunned. I thought I’d had just had the test of all
tests and now he needed one more before he would tell me what was wrong. Okay,
I was in tears. I left his office and went to my husband in the waiting room
desperate for a hug.
It’s
fairly hard to move me into a fear mode, but exhaustion and exasperation were unwelcome
friends that lived inside me and this news just about sent me over the edge. But,
I did what he told me to do I went for the “little” test the next day and
arrived at 7am. I drank large amounts of a nauseating, chalky liquid and then
began the long wait for it to make its passage through my body into my lower
intestines. I walked out of there at 4pm in the afternoon, again exhausted,
weak and weeping. But, I would get the results tomorrow. Finally! I thought
whatever my problem may be, we would finally get an answer tomorrow. Or,
perhaps not!
The
next morning arrived and this time I wanted my husband to be with me. I wanted
him to hear all that was said….and to be there to support me and tell me to
quit crying and it was going to be okay. We sat down. The doctor came in. “Well,”
he says, “You have a huge pool of blood located in the bottom of your small
intestine and you are well into Crohn’s Disease. This is in a critical state
and I am sending you for surgery.” I looked at my husband and back at the
doctor. I said, “In the name of Jesus, I do not have Crohn’s Disease and I do
not have a pool of blood in the bottom of my intestines. Every test you have
taken has told you I do NOT have Crohn’s Disease, even the one yesterday.” “Yes,”
said my doctor, “but I know you have it. I have suspected it from the
beginning.” I asked “Why have you never even mentioned you thought I had it?” I
really gave him no time to respond, I just said again, “In the name of Jesus
Christ, my Healer and my Healing, I do not accept that disease in my body.” He
then began telling me I was in denial, it was hard to accept, but I had to accept
it. I asked him if he thought the
test of all tests was wrong. Did he think the test I had yesterday was wrong? Were
the blood tests that he had done wrong? Was everything wrong? Did he think that
the only thing that was right was his diagnosis of Chron’s disease?
I
stood up and excused myself and my husband and said I was not accepting his
diagnosis and I was going to go speak with the specialist. He told me I could
not. His office said the specialist would not see me and that I should not call
them myself. In a defiant mode, when I left my doctor, I called the specialists
office and Lisa, his nurse asked what was going on. I told her. She said she
would call me back in a few minutes. She spoke with the specialist and I was in
his office in approximately thirty minutes.
The specialist talked to me and my husband and showed us the “images”
that showed the two holes in two different parts of my intestine. He explained
that neither of the previous procedures could reach this area and that was why
I had to swallow the camera which found the holes and thus they could be
repaired. He went on to tell me now that they had been found and they knew
exactly where they were, they could be repaired fairly simply. They were about
five inches apart, one below one curve and the other on the top of the curve. This
was the problem. This would get worse because my body could never keep up with
the blood it was losing and I would have to keep having blood transfusions
forever and probably one would “rip” and finally I would bleed uncontrollably. So
it was settled, I would have the procedure in a couple of days’ time. Let’s go.
I am ready! There was no fear. There was only peace. There was something else
that I couldn’t really put my finger on, but it was a good something. I now
know it was the Lord comforting me and telling me I was healed in His name.
When
I awoke in the recovery room, my husband was holding my hand and there were
tears in his eyes. The doctor was sitting in the chair next to my bed just
shaking his head. He had more images in his hands and he was just looking back
and forth at them. I said, “What is wrong?” He said, still shaking his head,
“Nothing is wrong. When I got in there BOTH holes were completely closed.” He
is a believer, but he is a doctor and he was completely taken a back. He showed
us the “camera” images and the holes and then he showed us the images from the
procedure earlier that day and the holes were gone. He had no explanation
except that Jesus had indeed completely healed them. I had told him also, that
“I was healed in the name of Jesus,” and he never denied it could happen, but
he had never seen it. Now he had!
I
began feeling better almost immediately. Better than I had in the five years I
had been suffering with anemia. I went back to Atlanta
about six months later to meet my friend there once again. It was indeed an
altogether different trip. On the way back home to Nashville, I went by the
hospital in Calhoun. I approached the young lady at the reception counter and I
told her who I was, when I was admitted and that I wanted to come by and meet
the doctors and nurses who cared for me. She said that information was private
and that it could not be given out. I understood that, but I was the patient I
explained. I had identification. I was really trying to get the girl at the
desk to let me talk to someone as I really had appreciated how they cared for
me and I had some things to tell them and questions. She finally said to wait
just a minute and when she returned there was a lady with her who invited me into
her office. I was telling her the “story” of my visit and I began to notice
people were gathering behind me. I kind of turned around and they all had tears
in their eyes. One young man told me he was the first one to see me when I was
brought in. He took my vitals, etc., I was completely unconscious and even he thought
at first I was gone. The young girl at the desk said she thought it was me when
she saw me, but I looked so “different”, but she still thought it was me. Then
another girl who came in said she was the one that did, this and that, and
still another…the Supervisor was the nurse in charge the day. They, she said,
had talked about me many times, wondering if I had made it. How was I? She even
said the sheriff and some of the deputies had asked about me. No one knew
anything. We were all crying by this time. It was a glorious time. She told me
all the details about the 911 calls, etc. I told her I knew that it had to be
angels surrounding my car and guiding the other cars away from me. She looked
straight into my eyes and with tears streaming down her face said, “Baby,
angels were all over the interstate but Jesus Himself was driving your car. You
were completely unconscious when pulled over and completely unconscious for
several hours after coming here. It had to be Jesus driving the car, because
you certainly were not.”
Even
I had never thought of it in that particular way. I knew angels were about and
Jesus was guiding them. But, sitting in my car, me sitting in the lap of Jesus,
resting in His arms as He drove my car was almost more than I could comprehend.
WOW! What more could I say.
When
I got back I went to talk to the specialist and he said he believed I was
“hovering” between life and death at that moment and probably the reason I
could remember nothing about it was because if I did, I would have seen the
activity of the angels all around and I would have known I was in the arms of
Jesus. Had I known that, I would never have wanted to “come back” so it had to
be wiped from my memory completely. WOW again!
In
July of 2012, I began to really understand the magnitude of this entire
experience that had been going on for nearly five years. This is when I began
to know I had to get my testimony, my miracle and my encounter with Jesus out
to everyone. But, how could I do it. I was 67 years old. I am not a writer, nor
speaker. I am just me.
Then
in January 2013, I was still consumed with
having to tell my story. So, I began writing it. It just got completely out of
control and I had written 48 pages and I was still nowhere near where I thought
I was supposed to be. So, I just quit…..left it alone and started over with
this. So here it is, a part of my miracle.
My
friend that I spoke of earlier is not a believer, but she knows I am….she just
thinks I am a little over the top with it. She believes in God, but does not
know Jesus. She does not understand why I do not live in fear. I just tell her
doctors tell us facts, and facts can change, but God gives us His Word, and His
Word NEVER changes. She just shakes her head.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Happy Birthday To You
Dear Roy, well today is your birthday and you would be 65 today....yeah, you too could be, not only earning back all that money you paid into Social Security, but receiving Medicare as well. But, you know what, to be truthful, I never have quite understood why they call it Social Security. I have been on it for over 5 years now and I still neither Social nor Secure....I think it must be a joke the government played on us when they named it that. But I am not going to spend my birthday time with you complaining about that.
I really miss you. I think of you all the time...not a day goes by that something doesn't jump up at me and make me smile or cry or just shake my head. I love it most, of course, when it makes me smile. And I really have a lot of smiley memories.
How are things in Heaven? Do you see Mom and Daddy much? Is Daddy still a jokester....does he still tell his "Wise Men" joke....You know the one...."Do you know why the Wise Men all had beards?... Because they were coming from a far." I bet even Jesus rared back His head and got a chukle from that one. How about Nenie and Lynn....see them much? And sweet Blair...do tell him Aunt Bonnie loves him. I know all of you are having a wonderful time in Heaven. Romping on the streets of Gold; hearing the beautiful chorus of angels singing and praising all the day long.
The only thing that makes it okay for me is that I know that you are now completely out of pain. You are young and vibrant and building theater sets and directing plays. And talking politics....tell me, have any of your thoughts changed or are you still of the same mindset? Things have changed a bit since you have been gone....and politics are still a real topic of conversation amongst the folks. You would be having a ball with all the debates going on.
I just wanted to tell you Happy Birthday and tell you again how much I love and miss you. Your kids are doing great...you would be so proud of them. Cathy went back to school and is now a CRNA and loving it. Erin has gotten married to a wonderful man and she always seems so happy now...it is good! Both boys are in college....can you believe that? Well, neither can I but they are. I went to Houston a couple of years ago and saw Cathy and Erin. I had gone there to go to a Joseph Prince Ministry event. He is from Singapore and was over here in the states....He is now my Pastor ... which reminds me, "Tell Brother Moore, I said "Hi and I love and miss him." Remember the day of over at San Antonio when you were talking to that man and introduced me as your "spiritual guru," and I had a fit about you saying that. See, I think of all kinds of things. Those last few months with you were some of the best months of my life. We were once again children. We were brother and sister in every sense of the word.
Our conversations out there on the porch amazing and now two people still know some really interesting stories about you. By the way, I still watch the basketball finals every year...don't watch before the finals but watch the finals. My Steve Nash is now playing for, of all teams, the Lakers....can you believe that? I remember watching those games for you and running back and forth to tell you the scores and what had just happened. Almost began to feel like a sports broadcaster. And how about the day you felt really good and we went for a very long ride in the little car that Erin now has...the jeep is in Wisconsin...I really wanted that Jeep....got used to driving it and fell in love with it....back to the day you felt really good...you drove all over the back roads, going a little fast and my hair was blowing all over everywhere and you were laughing and having a great time. We went into Hunt and ate at that restaurant...had Country Fried Steak, mashed potatoes and corn. I had coconut pie and you even ate some of it. We then went to the Ice Cream place....and stopped by and got some Krispy Kreme Donuts....It was a wonderful day.
Then, remember those marathons we would go on... watching five or six episodes of 24 a day....I saw every episode up to the present time...I have all those DVD's now. Holly sent them all to me...I also have your records and treasure them. Also have the DVD's and tapes of the plays....have watched them all but one....several times...maybe someday I can force myself to watch "the one." We shall see about that.
Well, I am rambling (I know I always ramble) but I just wanted to write you a letter tonight. I actually am talking to you...can you hear me? I can't get down half of what I am saying because me fingers just don't go that fast...but you can hear me!
By the way...last thought of the day. Someone made the Hobbit into a movie...I will not go see it I promise!
I love you sweet Roy but I know you are having a great time with Jesus. Isn't He all and much more than I said He is?
Talk to again soon...perhaps in here or perhaps just a private conversation...but I will talk to you soon. Give everybody a big hug for me....and I am glad you don't have to talk to the Indians to feel better....
Laugh for me...just once...let me hear it....just once more....
Your big sister,
Bonnie (silly me, you know who I am)
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