Silly Goose

A few weeks ago my husband and I were asleep when suddenly our youngest daughter Sari startled us. Just as I was going to ask “Whats wrong honey”?  my husband  grabbed her hand and asked, “Are you okay?”  Sari  looked at him so seriously and replied “Im looking at you daddy“, It was so matter of fact. My husbands response caused my heart to skip a beat as I thanked God for this man. His reply was, “What is a beautiful princess like you looking at an old toad like me.” Her angelic response was, “Silly goose  because your my Daddy and I love you”  It was such a tender moment between them. I could see the tears in his eyes. This little girl didn’t see a man who looked like a grandpa with his  silver...

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Giving Thanks

One of my favorite holidays is Thanksgiving. I love being in the kitchen cooking with my girls laughing and talking too them as we prepare a glorious meal. This year was not like that for me and my my girls at all. My girls pretty much kicked me out of the kitchen (nicely) and wanted to prepare the meal with out me. They wanted to take ownership and allow me to rest, on their part it was a kind deed but for me it was a valuable lesson Let me share my thoughts. How many of us really surrender completely. We go and pray and ask God to fill us with his Spirit then we think we are ready to go through are day.  We go to work, take care of our children, and then we go about the day and do what ever it is that needs to get done or what ever we have planned. We might...

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Broken and Beautiful

This weekend I was at a conference and I saw many disturbing pictures of orphans around the world. There were orphans who were starving, sex trafficked, used for child labor and many just badly abused. As I took in all those hurting faces I could not wonder why some children are born into families with loving arms and others are born into arms who try but can’t take the burden of another child. Or how about the arms that hold tight to their loved ones but don’t have the strength to hold them as their babies are ripped from their arms and sold for food so they can survive My heart ached as I thought these could have been my children. It was then I saw a picture of a little boy in a scant white night gown curled in a ball lying on cold cement. The most heart...

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One day to the next

Do you ever wish you could do a” instant replay” on your day knowing ahead of time what calamities were waiting for you? Well yesterday was a day I wish I could erase from time. I lost the battle my flesh took over. I’m sure the enemy was going around saying “ I knocked her down, I knocked her down!!! I think for me the hardest thing was “I thought I had my armor on. “ That morning I didn’t have to be at work till 10:00 (or so I thought).  I got up early read the word and went into my favorite place, my closet and spend time on my knees with my heavenly Father. I was ready to deal with any fiery arrow that would be coming my way. Proudly my flesh was saying “Okay bring it on I’m ready to fight the battle today” Well what a joke, at the end of my day I...

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Hospitality

Being a family of thirteen, I must confess we are seldom invited to share a meal in others home. It takes a gutsy, capable, energetic, and tenacious woman to entertain and serve our family. Well this week some one brave invited all the Garcia’s over to share a meal. When we walked in this lovely woman gave us such a warm and inviting smile. I envisioned we would soon meet someone who was exhausted from the preparation that she would just point to the food and say “there it is help yourself.” My heart felt this amazing excitement for what was to follow. She showed us to her kitchen and there were two tables set to seat us all. There was this beautiful and I must admit inviting fruit salad. This salad had all this fruit so perfectly cut with fresh berries in the...

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“What I Do?”

Today I was reading a story about a twenty five year old man who was being beat up by three fourteen year olds. Apparently this man lived in the same complex and the boys would pick on him as he walked his sister to the bus. The boys would follow him, punch him, and knock him down. One day they punched him down and as he tried to get up they kicked him to keep him face down on the ground. As he lied on the ground crying saying the words “What I do, What I do” they continued to kick him and stomp on him. “Why, Why” is my question? How can three fourteen year olds have such wickedness in their hearts to be able to repeat this offense not once but many times. Sadly the little sister would witness these heinous and cruel acts towards her brother, who was just trying...

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