I WILL SURVIVE


I've had a life of pain and sorrow,
But I will still be here tomorrow
I will survive, I will survive.
And nothing's gonna stop me knowing
That love is real,it keeps me going.
I will survive, I will survive.

When the children are hungry I weep for them,
I wanna hold them tight.
When the shadows grow longer and the cold moves in
I turn up my collar and walk into the night.

Come to me my little boy,
You have given me life's greatest joy
I will survive, I will survive.
This road before us winds beyond the glade
Some fall dancing the the slow parade
I will survive, I will survive.

As the season go by in my father's world
My eyes grow dimI will trust not in the things I see
But bow my heart and lift my hands to him.

Temptation beckons or befalls me,
Fear and indecision stalls me.
I will survive, I will survive.
Illusion shines like diamonds glistening,
My father's watching, he is listening
I will survive, I will survive.

If you see me walking slowly like a man who's blind
If you speak and I do not look up
Then you must forgive me but I've got heaven on my mind.

Though my days ahead are numbered,
My life is rich, I have not slumbered
I will survive, I will survive.

Some hearts are pierced by love long lost
Let my heart be pierced by the cross
I will survive, I will survive.

Friends may come and friends may go
But enemies stay for the late show.
I will survive, I will survive.
Friendships fail and love's elusive
Life goes quickly, time's abusive.
I will survive, I will survive.

by Larry Norman

Compliments from God??

"We're all given trials sometimes, things that we think will break our spirit , but they make us stronger in the end.

They seem like the cruelest blows, but in a funny way they're like compliments from God.

I know that must sound crazy but that's what they are.

If He didn't love us and believe in us, He wouldn't give us challenges like this.

They're opportunities for grace. We'll be stronger from this.

This is God's way of telling you that He loves us and believes in us.

It's a compliment from Him to you. "

I just read this in a secular book by a popular fiction author.

It made me stop and remember all the scriptures that validate this.

What do you think??

ISOLATED

To-day I feel so isolated from everything and everyone.

I feel so far away from all that I dearly love.

I feel forgotten.

It's a sad day for me.

Life really is a Temporary Assignment

Hey guess what I get it, this world is not my home. I really am just passing through, doing homework, studying to past tests. I want to get all A+'s. I don't want to settle for any old B's.

When I went to my 'Daily Inspiration for The Purpose Driven Life" last night after posting the 'Lost Day" blog, it was amazing. Jesus answered all my questions. For instance:


Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
Remind me that my days are numbered, and
that my life is fleeing away. Ps. 39:4 NLT

For we were born but yesterday and know so
little, and our days on earth are as transient
as a shadow. Job 8:9 NLT

I am here on earth for just a little while.
Ps. 119:19 NLT

I am but a foreigner here on earth.
Ps. 119:19 NLT

Friends, this world is not your home,
so don't makeyourselves cozy in it.
Don't indulge your ego at the expense
of your soul.
1Peter 2:11 The Message

The last metaphor of life is that it is a temporary assignment.

In God's eyes, the greatest heroes of the faith are not those who achieve prosperity, success, and power in this life, but those who treat this life as a temporary assignment and serve faithfully, expecting their promised
reward in eternity.

Realizing that life on earth is just a temporary assignment should radically
alter your values.

The bold print is from Rick Warren 'The Purpose Driven Life'
Thanks #5 & mate for the gift of this little book.

'The Lost Day'

Well today was a lost cause.

I spent the day crying.

I wanted to go home but I don't have a home any more.

When I was in TB in May it didn't feel like home any more.

My sisters were all upset which made me feel worse.

I want to feel at home somewhere.

I think the Lord is probably trying to get my attention by letting me know that this world is not my home.

Maybe that is it.

I feel so cut off from everything and everyone I have know for the last 35 years.

I know that God has a plan for my life and it isn't over yet so I am going through this for some reason.

Sundays are hard because I don't have a church to go to except the kind I just don't understand anymore.

I really wanted a hug from someone, needed a hug actually.

"Life"

Today I went to a cook-out at my nephews in Mississauga. It was a very hot day almost unbearable to be out in so I kind of stashed myself away in the A/C house. They had dug a pit and roasted a pig it was amazing. It is a beautiful home in a affluent area of the city. It was a nice time and I enjoy both Stew and his wife, they are really good people, I wish I could relate to them through my faith. However they have been so turned off and tuned out by the "Constructed Church" it is almost impossible. My other nephew was there also, his wife had a terrible stroke 5 months ago and is still in hospital. Today he told us his step-son's common law wife shot herself in the head after an argument with him. She left a 4 month old baby girl. Again I wanted to pray for him right there but really couldn't do this in someone else home without creating a scene. I came home sad

Yesterday I went shopping over the river and bought myself stuff...........Yawn

Tonight I am unhappy with myself as I see this life I am living here as completely self absorbed.

I need to be at work in the Vineyard, know what I mean. This life on earth without the goal of running toward the prize of "Well done thou good and faithful servant" is meaningless. I want to make a difference in someone's life, I want to share the good news through whatever venue I can, I want these closing years of my life to count in the kingdom here on earth.

Just thoughts in my head tonight

Mommie Mantel

You know I didn't realize that on that day June15/63 I was honoured with the mantel of Mommie placed upon my shoulders. Do any of us realize what a blessing and honour it is on the day that you can now be called Mommie, Daddy, parents. Do any of us realize what we have created.

Oh yes we make lots of mistakes, especially with the first one, I have apologized many times to Kellie because I learned how to be a Mother with her , made lots of errors but I hope all my girls felt the love I have always had for them.

At this age I have many nights laid awake wishing I had handled one situation or another with one of the girls different. Now they are all mothers, wonderful mothers, many times I am amazed at their wisdom and so proud. I hope they know I tried to do my best.

A HAPPY BABY STORY

June 14,1963 dawned a very hot & sunny day. I was staying at my in-laws because of pregnancy problems.

After lunch a friend of my mother-in-laws came over and we were all standing in the yard in Jordan Station when a couple of bees flew up the back of my maternity blouse (THEY WERE HUGE THEN GIRLS, HEAVEN FORBID THAT SOMEONE WOULD SEE YOUR BELLY) and stung me. I wasn't certain what exactly had happened as I grabbed a hunk of the material and crushed and 2 dead bees fell out. Wow they really hurt, I spent the rest of the afternoon in discomfort but didn't think too much of it. My in-laws went out that evening and I was alone with 13 year old brother-in-law Herb, a real sweetie. It was then I discovered that I had been having low back pains for awhile and we started to time them.( Thoses bees had put me into labour) When they got to be 5 minutes apart we both became a little nervous. Soon I was anxiously looking for my in-laws as Alex my husband was at work on the evening shift at GM. He arrived home at 11:30 p.m. and we were off to the hospital.

Because I had been off my feet basically for the last three months they kept me in although the pains had jumped back to 20 minutes apart.

It was a long long night and the next day Saturday was an even longer day. My next memory (besides the one where I was swearing I would never have another baby) is of my Dr. arriving in a Tuxedo to break my water. That was horrible, then I went to sleep and the next memory.... I awoke with a tiny baby looking more like a little pickled doll in my arms all wrinkley and red.

Little Kellie Lorene had arrived, that's how they did it back then folks, put you to sleep and only God knows how they got the baby out, I felt like someone had jumped on my gut and I had to have a transfusion the next day which was Father's Day. I didn't see my baby again for a couple of days as I was too weak to hold her. They kept you in 6 or 7 days then. She was so tiny I was afraid of her, 6lb 4oz. That baby nows has two little girls of her own, she carried on the tradition.

I REALLY CAN'T BELIEVE THAT LOVELY LITTLE BABY WILL BE 43. In the following 12 years I had four more beautiful baby girls each as sweet as the first. And now they have given me ten beautiful grandchildren six LOVELY boys, four SWEET girls, I am so blessed. Thank you Jesus for Kellie Lorene, June 15/63, Heather Lee, Dec. 2/66, Shawne Hotson, Oct.12/71, Erinn Joan,
May 8/73, Ida Alexandra, May20/75.

Happy Birthday baby Kellie; (they will always be my babies)