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I’m breaking up with WordPress

It’s been almost a year since I relocated from my old blog over here to word press. I have weighed the options between the old and the new at different times. I really missed some features of my blogspot account but enjoyed some things about Word Press.

Today I was very disturbed when I realized there was a very awkward video advertisement playing on my site. After I contacted the server at Word Press and told them of my concern they replied I could upgrade and pay them $30 a year in order for them not to put any ads on my site.
I replied “I’m leaving Word Press”.

So Since I never shut down my blog at http://raisinpraise.blogspot.com/ I am moving home to that site.

The address is exactly the same except for blogspot instead of wordpress.
I will leave this site up for a week and then I am canceling it all together.
If you wish to continue reading you may do so at //raisinpraise.blogspot.com/

Thanks for your patience and so sorry for any inappropriate material that was played!

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I am Blessed

We are entering the season that helps us pause to think about the bounty of the harvest. The history of our country.
Reflections on our blessings.

And I, Like you, feel blessed.

And I want to reflect on it because honestly it’s just too easy to see hard and injustice and forget about how my life has been blessed because of injustice.
I have not been treated as I deserve. And that my friends is something to be thankful for. For if it had not been for a merciful God, I would be far from him. If it had not been for his unconditional love I would be lost without hope.

So today I am thankful for an “unfair” God who doesn’t give me what I deserve.

And I’m also thankful for boys that are running around acting like baboons. Who challenge my rules. Who kiss me good morning and good night. Who make me laugh harder than anyone else. That means they can move their bodies, show compassion, have a funny bone and can think outside the box.
For girls that spill nail polish or ruin my stuff. Who giggle and talk too loudly with their friends. Who ask me questions about life and relationships. This shows me they are creative and carefree. They are developing friendships and learning how to relate.

I’m thankful for difficult people to love…because it makes me aware of how much I need Jesus. I can’t love them without his help. And He knows I have been difficult to love and still he loved me even to death.

I’m Thankful that he gives me this promise in Isaiah 43…. “WHEN I pass through the waters he will be With me. And WHEN I pass through the rivers they will NOT sweep over me. When I walk through the fire I will Not be burned.” The word When indicates we will all face high water and fire but He will be faithful to walk through it with us. That is indeed a high praise.

I am grateful for the love of my life who works hard for his family. And I’m grateful that I could have a disagreement with him yesterday after I came home from a funeral because that means he’s still here and alive and we could continue to practice forgiveness towards each other and I still had his warm feet to keep me cozy as I slept.

Today I am grateful for the harvest… For Apples and hot cider. Pumpkin pie and sweet potatoes with cinnamon and butter. For creamy mashed potatoes with some Sweet Corn. All blessings that come right from the earth.

I can’t help but feel lighter in my spirit as I think of all I have been given.
For shelter and food. For laughter and friends. For the Church and His Word.

When I start adding it all up it’s hard to stop.

Yes, there is no doubt, I indeed have been blessed.

Have you stopped to consider what your blessings are?

I’d love to hear how you feel blessed today.

~ On a side note…If an ad pops up here I did not post it and am a very unhappy wordpress blogger right now. I will most like go back to my old home in the next week. They seem to want to charge me if they don’t put ads on here. So I apologize for the inappropriate ad they had playing! ~ Rosyrose

Home… I just want to be home.

I wake with a stretch and a humph as I roll over to look at the time. I can feel my surroundings aren’t familar and realize even as my eyes are barely open that I am away from my home.I smell campfire on my clothes remembering where I am.

As I roll back to center I murmur..” I just want to go home”. And then the thought hits me like a thundering thud.

I’m not sure what home looks like anymore.

And I say aloud…” Although I’m not sure where home is”.

Transitions.
Are Hard.
And Messy.
And sometimes Adventurous.

They never seem to be what I dream them to be.

I am a romantic to the core. I want to be joyful. I want to think of positive. And lovely. But far too often life is nothing like that. Sometimes we are dealt things that are not pretty to gaze on and we must in Faith believe there is something larger that we can’t see. Something that is far reaching and preparing us for future hills and valleys.

As a child I knew nothing of hard. Life was cake. And I had all my needs met and most of my wants. I didn’t worry about bills,death,disease,housing and relationships. I just lived. And my problems were tiny although they seemed big to my little brain.
I keep wondering how God looks at us.
It’s hard to be us.
He knows it.
Because he formed us.
And he recognizes our eyes see here in front of us. And that’s why he tells us to trust Him. And believe. To walk by Faith.

But really to God our problems are tiny. In light of his knowledge and understanding my momentary troubles are easy peasy for him.
And while I wait for him to clear a way…. I will praise.

And believe that he knows exactly what my real home looks like.
I think he may just be working on it right now. And it’s going to be more beautiful than I could ever in my most romantic mind imagine.
I am trusting that he has my life figured out and when it jogs left instead of right I can follow the path knowing it’s for a greater purpose.

And As I hear of the death of another saint I can’t help but feel a bit of envy. They have finished strong and have now gone on to their final and ultimate home where there will be no more tears and disappointments. And we are left to mourn the loss of a loved one.
But while I’m here I want to live with the hope of a new tomorrow. A brighter day. Believing there is a place where I will finally be home.

And it will be grand.

Home.
I just can’t wait to be home.

editors note….Tonight we mourn the loss with our friends and our family as they say farewell to their sweet loved ones.