IN MY BUBBLE
BUT IN COLOR
WIT A BIT O'SPICE
I REMEMBER EVERY YEAR W/O FAIL -
“…Burning a candle in the window became a tradition in theUnited Statesearly on in the country’s history. Placing a lit candle in the window symbolizes a family member or loved one that is not at home. A burning candle showed that the family was praying for the safety and protection of the person they missed…”
“…a candle left burning in the window became a symbol to the traveler that the loved ones at home eagerly awaited the return of the traveling member. When the trip involved going off to war, a mother or wife would often place a lighted candle in the front window and, as she kissed her son or husband good-by, would point to the candle and remind him that she would keep it lit awaiting his return…”
Power in your eyes
Power in your voice
Power in your touch
Power in your smile
Power in your body
Power in your thoughts
Power in your words
Power over me
Loving, addictive power, shaping my world
As I stood there crying & alone, I heard Him come from behind. He walked around & stood in front of me. Taking my chin, He raised it.
I looked into His eyes so filled with love. His hand swept across my face wiping my tears as they rolled down.
I dropped into His arms feeling them wrap around me.
“You’re safe now,” He said, “I’ve got you.”
I sank deeper into His arms. He held me close & tight, rocking me. Rubbing my head He whispered tenderly “I love you & I’m always here for.”
He comforted me ‘til I was calm & relaxed. “Ready?” He asked. I nodded knowing it was time to go. We hugged & said good-bye.
As I turned to go I looked back at Him. He smiled & I ran back into His arms. “Thank-you.” His smile grew. “You’re welcome my child, that’s what I’m here for.”
“I love you” and Jesus replied “I love you too, Sweetie. See ya soon.”
You freely chose Jesus
A solid Word of Faith, Radical Grace Believer
A blessing from Heaven
My family, my brother, my study and prayer partner
the air I breathe, the beat of my heart
my life, my world, my home
without you I couldn’t exist.
my soul-mate, the spark within my soul
bringing me to life, making me whole
my lover, my burning passion, all I desire
my addiction, my drug
craving more with each dose I have
my best-friend, BFF
my playmate, buddy, and pal
inspiring me, encouraging me, bringing out the best in me
the one I want to share with, laugh and cry with
keeper of my secrets
my hero, my protector
the one I run to, my port in the storm
my safe place to fall
teacher and leader, you lead and I will follow
the only one I truly trust, completely
my wishes, hopes, and dreams
the twinkle in my eyes, the wonder of all I see
You are so special to me,
Our bond, our covenant is forever, infinity and beyond
Our rings - a complete circle without end.
You are the greatest love of my life, I love you more than life itself.
You are everything to me, And so much more.
- kv 02/2011 (S)
It is a special bond to share,
if you are blessed,
to be a first born couple having a first born.
Tho, we love each of our children equally,
there is something special about the first,
& all the firsts that come w/the first which are
different firsts the next times around.
From the first positive home pregnancy test
to the first doctor’s visit to confirm & the first smile on
the new dad to be.
From the first physical signs of the first pregnancy
to the very first time you feel that precious life inside you move
& the first time you cry as parents when Daddy feels it too.
From the first time you tell family & friends
to the first baby shower.
From the first Ultra-Sound
to the tears shed while watching baby move on the screen
From the first nursery & the first crib you ever own
to the first baby clothes you put away.
From the first labor pains
to the very first cry.
From the first time you both hold him
to the first proud father of a son smile.
From the first time you call him by name
to the first time you nurse him & rock him to sleep.
From his first smile
to his first word
From his first steps
to his first fall
& the first boo-boos that you kiss.
From his first bike
to his first car
From his first soccer cleats
to the first note he played on his guitar
From his first scribble
to his first drawing
From his first teddy
to his first crush
From his first laugh
to his first fear
From the first hug he gave
to the first time he breaks your heart
And everything in-between
We remember them all,
each first w/each one,
But extra-special were those,
the firsts w/our first son
From First Borns to Our First Born w/Love!!!
THE WEDDING RING
It is a symbol of the eternal covenant between bride & groom. It is a symbol of the love they share & their commitment to that love. It is also a symbol to others that those two people belong to each other and no one else & therefore are not available . So then tell me people why it is that there are women out there who insist upon ignoring & disrespecting such a clear boundary. Women of varying ages such as Brit, Donna-Jo, & Theresa who are shameless about throwing themselves at a married man. A particular married man who happens to be happily married, complete & fulfilled in his married life. True, he is so sexy, kind, chivalrous, sweet, good with children, protective, supportive, smart, fun, man of Faith, Spiritual, hard working, creative, resilient, sensitive, loyal, committed, faithful, & so much more. But the gold ring on his finger on his left hand clearly states very proudly he isn’t for the taking & that’s just how he wants it. So ladies better find your own man!!!