Down Memory Lane

Megan and Savannah

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We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Its so peaceful down at the Creek. Here's a video of the children playing in one of their favorite places The Peaceful Creek

I've altways been a fan of granny boots especially the vintage ones. I got my first pair when I was three years old and I was told I wore them until they fell apart. Here are two of my favorite pairs today . They are working boots. For the past twenty five years I've used these boots to mow the lawn, weed eat, plant gardens, cut down trees, hike, climbed mountains and etc. The heels and soles are torn apart Several weeks ago we left them in the woods a place we call Memory Lane. The shoes joined an old swing set, a bike and chair. When we take our hikes down Memory Lane, the children will now say those are the boots mom wore for so many years and hopefully I will have many more pairs to join them.

Below are my new working boots

Recipe for Happiness
2 Heaped cups of patience
1 Heart full of love
2 Hands full of generosityA Dash of laughter1 Head full of u
nderstanding

1. Sprinkle generously with kindness
2. Add plenty of faith and mix well.
3. Spread over a period of a lifetime
4. And serve everyone you meet.

1. Take a great big mixing bowl and fill it with a smile
2. Mix half a cup of sunshine with good deeds to last a while.
3. Add a pinch of work and play, a pinch of thoughtfulness and care
4. But don't bake it in the oven, just spread it around everywhere."

Not long ago I heard a story about a young man and an old preacher. The young man had lost his job and didn't know which way to turn. So he went to see the old preacher.Pacing about the preacher's study, the young man ranted about his problem. Finally he clenched his fist and shouted, "I've begged God to say something to help me, preacher, why doesn't God answer?"
The old preacher, who sat across the room, spoke something in reply, something so hushed it was indistinguishable. The young man stepped across the room. "What did you say?" he asked. The preacher repeated himself, but again in a tone a

s soft as a whisper. So the young man moved closer until he was leaning on the preacher's chair.
"Sorry," he said. "I still didn't hear you." With their heads bent together, the old preacher spoke once more. "God sometimes whispers," he said, "So we will move closer to hear him." This time the young man heard and he understood.

We all want God's voice to thunder through the air with the answer to our problem. But God's is the still, small voice... the gentle whisper. Perhaps there's a reason.

Nothing draws human focus quite like a whisper. God's whisper means I must stop my ranting and move close to Him, until my head is bent together with His. And then, as I listen, I will find my answer. Better still, I find myself closer to God. And there is no better pla

ce to be …….Amen?

The children enjoying cold watermelon on a hot sunny day.

Day 1 Frozen Embryo Transfer Procedure. I have nine snow babies left. Had first ultrasound and blood work today in NC. Abby and Sienna went with me and they were angels. Left at 5 am. Phone call this afternoon from doctor, Ultrasound looks great, blood works looks great, FSH level still looks great, so I start my first injection tonight. Go back every two days for blood work to check levels. I'm staying positive and looking for good results.

I'm trying for one or two more babies to complete my family.

I was talking to my God mom today and we got on the subject of young people drinking, cursing and living like the world. I made the statement to her that None of my children have ever drank or touched alcohol or smoked. She told me that I should be the proudest mom in the world because so many young people make a habit of doing these things.

Again I thank God for all my many blessings.

At the end of this page click on older post for more pictures.

Background is of Seth and Sienna at three months. Pictured is Savannah, Sienna, Suri and Elijah.

We've been so blessed to have such beautiful children and grandchildren.

Looks like Luke's hair is coming in red which reminds me that I have three nieces with beautiful red hair.

He is such a joy and a blessing.

He stood up by himself today for the first time and he's only eight months.

Above is Luke and our new St. Bernard, Molly. Molly is a house dog

She is the children's new playmate along with Abby, Megan's daughter and of course Elijah and Suri joins in the good time.

This crew have more fun than you can imagine.

Seth and Sienna

THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD

I have climbed the highest mountain
And sailed the ocean wide
But nothing could ever fill my heart
Like a smile from a child,
I have seen the sunsets
That would take your breath away,
But nothing could ever shine so bright
When a child is brought our way,
When temptations were so many
And i dealt with selfish pride
Nothing could ever turn my head
Like a cry from a child,
This life is filled with obstacles
That make us want to hide,
But the world will always turn on time
Through the eyes of a child,
I've seen my days of sadness
And worry was so much
But nothing could ever cleared my mind
Like a childs gentle touch,
I have walked through darkened valleys
And traveled wayward miles
But nothing could stop me in my tracks
Like a smile from a child,
Our lives are set on a time scale
The clock will tick away
But there are no minutes for us to count
When a child has ask to play,
These eyes of mine are growing old
The future i cannot see
But the world never felt so much at peace
When a child sits on my knee.
I have lived my life on chances
And that’s how it was meant to be
But i've always had an angel
To watch carefully over me,
God sends us guardian angels
And we know not what their size
To help us with this life down here
To walk us through our miles,
God sends you this blessing
A little angel comes your way
To fill your heart with happiness
With every passing day,
So lift your arms to heaven
And hold them open wide,
God sends you a life of treasures
Through the eyes of a child

Here's another poem I've recently posted, one of my favorites.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOAH. PICTURED ABOVE IS HIS SPIDER MAN CAKE.
. Happy Birthday my sweet Noah.

One of my favorite pictures

FROM SICKNESS TO HEALTH "A RUSSIAN STORY'

Nikolai Petrovich Petrouckhine now Eades was left to die in a Russian Orphanage in St.

Petersburg for almost three years. He had a tumor the size of a basketball on his spinal column and was near death. He also was laying a crib with flies and

mosquitos swarming over him. Not only that, there

were rats crawling all over the place. People would asked "Why do you want to adopt a child with so many medical problems?" The answer is clear, God led us to Nikolai and we felt like we had to do all we could to help save him and we glad we did. He has been joy, hope and many blessing Since being in the US, he has underwent over 18 surgeries and is now doing really well.

Nikolai today is a healthy 21 year old. Even though he's paralyzed from the waist down he leads quite the active normal life by shopping, eating out, vacuuming, going to college,mowing the lawn, volunteering at a local horse farm and running his ebay store, among other thing.

And anyone who welcomes a little child like this on my behalf is welcoming me. Matthew 18:5
Nikolai mowing the lawn... Video