tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79871167153595772472024-03-13T18:39:40.984-05:00PASSIONS OF MY LIFEA Blog About Tidbits Of My Life - Family, Books , Challenges, Succulents, and Pictures.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15790967069303050282noreply@blogger.comBlogger304125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987116715359577247.post-46038237145366270992013-02-09T17:29:00.002-06:002013-02-09T17:30:30.565-06:00HOMELAND INSECURITY by Richard & Evangeline Abanes<div style="text-align: center;">
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With no warning, terrorists launch the most devastating attack on America to ever be witnessed. In Los Angeles, journalist Frank Delafield narrowly escapes death, and starts his own investigation to find out how the deadly plot could have been planned and executed right under the watchful eyes of law enforcement.</div>
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As a second round of terror is unleashed . Delafield's hunger to get a once-in-a-lifetime story leads him to a clandestine extremist group in California desert. Even the hard-boiled journalist is horrified by the terrorists he encounters--and by their ambitious plans to destroy the U.S. government. Will Delafield be able to find enough information to expose their plans...and will he find that information soon enough to prevent more deaths?</div>
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I enjoyed reading this book and found that things are not as we think they are. It just amazes me that writers are given such insight from God in their books that they write, to share with book lovers. I realize that is is a fiction book, but really! If you enjoy reading about what could be happening in our beloved United States of America, then please read this. I don't share my books in order to scare people. But, I do want others to realize that now is the time to make sure your walk with God is strong and that it is personal.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15790967069303050282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987116715359577247.post-30514995015214557952013-02-09T17:05:00.000-06:002013-02-09T17:05:53.638-06:00THE ILLUMINATI by Larry Burkett<div style="text-align: center;">
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IN THE YEAR 2015</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">From before the time of Christ, there have been rumors of a secret society called the Illuminati--a vicious tribe of Druids with mystical supernatural powers. Many saw them as demons or gods. Those who opposed them simply disappeared--or met an even worse fate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As the centuries passed, this shadow-like group cloaked themselves in new identities, slowly infiltrating world organizations and financial institutions. The stealthy society had a singular goal--to bring the planet to its knees by controlling the world's economic system.</span></div>
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One day I was sitting in my living room and the name of this book came to mind. I knew that I had it at one time, so I began my search. I looked high and low and never could find it. So I got online and logged onto PaperBackSwap.com and ordered the book. I was so not disappointed as I began to read. What shocked me, was the book was originally printed in 1991 and since then Larry Burkett has passed away. What revelation the Lord had given him. It is now 2013 and as I read the book, I saw things written that are coming to pass. My husband is very aware of things going on that the normal American has no idea is happening. I believe people that are aware of these things are called Awake.</div>
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I love America and I am so displeased with the things that my own children have had to grow up with. Television alone. What more needs to be said. I have one and I try to be careful what I allow myself to watch. </div>
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Now is not the time to be siting on the fence with your walk with God. Read this book with an open mind and see if you don't agree with Larry Burkett. God's return is closer than we can even imagine.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15790967069303050282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987116715359577247.post-64092016017819670752013-02-09T16:36:00.001-06:002013-02-09T16:39:24.493-06:00THE MOSES QUILT<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #222222;">Kathi Macias has once again hit a 5 star rating.</span><br />
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Mazie and Edward have been together over two years and they both are in love with each other? Then why is Mazie so reluctant to say Yes? Mazie knows in her heart that Edward is the one that she wants to spend the rest of her life with, but when the big "M" question comes around, she is not able to get the word yes out.</div>
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Mimi, Mazie's great-grandmother has moved from Alabama to California to live with Mazie and her mother, Lilly. Mimi is 93 years old and she knows that her time is coming to a close. One night, as Mazie is getting her grandmother ready for bed, she asks Maize to open her chest. The chest that for as long as Mazie can remember, was forbidden to anyone to open.</div>
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As Mazie opens the chest, she is asked to take out the quilt. This begins a time of storytelling about the squares and what each one means. Will Mazie finally find the reason that she has been so reluctant to give Edward the answer he is wanting in the time that both she and Edward sit at the bedside of Mimi listening as she tells the story of the quilt? Or will the quilt be the one thing that will build a bridge between them. </div>
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This was a book that I downloaded on my kindle from Netgalley. My review is from my heart and I so encourage you to go out and but the book in February. You will not be disappointed. I started in one afternoon and finished it that night. It is that good. You will not want to put it down. So what, if no one gets to eat supper or the kids have to put themselves to bed. I am so blessed to have a hubby that understands my need to finish a book. Loved it.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15790967069303050282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987116715359577247.post-7883029882020027422013-02-05T18:09:00.001-06:002013-02-09T16:38:59.397-06:00CHOCOLATE COVERED BALONEY (Confessions of April Grace)<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As soon as I was all brushed and washed, I went into my bedroom and picked up my Bible. I opened it right up to the Lord's Prayer, read that, and then I read the Twenty-Third Psalm, then I read the Lord's Prayer again. And then I reread the part in the psalm about the valley of the shadow of death and how God walks with us everywhere, and I figured, scared as I was, God would be with me in that white Corolla while Grandma was at the wheel. I was still scared, but I felt better. Then I went downstairs, got two dollars from Mama's purse, and went downstairs to where Grandma had just pulled up into the driveway.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You know what Grandma said to me as she backed out of our driveway and onto the road? Well, I'll tell you. She said, "I sure do hope the deer stay in the woods tonight and stay off the highway. I can't see a blessed thing after dark."</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Lead us not into temptation through the valley of the shadow of death!" I hollered, without even realizing I said it.</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Mercy me child," Grandma said mildly, driving along Rough Creek Road like she didn't mind the rocks, the ruts, the holes, and the dark. "You have done got your Bible verses whopper jawed".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I read this, it reminded me of the may times that my mother-in-law would take my Lexie to McDonald's in the mornings for breakfast. She would tell me that she would hold on tight, because Grandma drove fast and would take the turns really fast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">April Grace is a young girl that has an older sister, Myra Sue, and she is full of secrets. April is one that does not mince words. She just blurts her feelings out, without thinking. I have laughed so hard at times during the book, that tears rolled down my face. I would encourage anyone to read this book. It is written during the time that families took time for each other and their neighbors. If I was going to rate the book, I would give it a 5 star rating. I love a book that can make you laugh and be clean.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hope Kauffman, thought she had her life all together. She and Ebbie Miller are looking forward to getting married in the near future. That was until, Jonathan Wiese began to share his feelings the day he rescued her from the red truck and whoever was behind the wheel. Is Hope drawn to Jonathan just because he would fight to protect her and shares his feelings with her, so unlike Ebbie?</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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My favorite person to color my hair is my daughter, Bridgett. I could go to the salon and have it done. But this always give my Bridgett and myself time to share. It is amazing the topics that we discuss. From the grandchildren, to politics, to discussion on the Bible, and beyond.<br />
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Today, was a variety of topics. We started out talking about the man on the internet that is I believe only 30 and he has 40 children. So sad, really, they take money out of his pay check and some of the mothers only get $1.49 in child support. What can a mother do with that amount of money?<br />
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Then we discussed the world situation and what my Tommy has been sharing.<br />
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Now, I normally use the L'Oreal or Revlon hair color, but I had been reading about the reviews for the new hair color from Avon. So I decided to purchase 4 boxes of the Light Brown. <br />
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The reason I had started using the Revlon, was because this one was listed as the best one to cover gray. I have used it in the Light Brown and have liked the color. The only thing that I have not been happy with is when I wash my hair. My hair feels like straw before putting the conditioner on it. Is my hair soft after I dry it out, yes. So, I suppose this is just the way that store bought hair colors do.<br />
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Today, was Logan's 4th birthday. Now this young man is not my grandson, but one of our renter's children. His mother, Ramona invited me to attend. I love having children on the place. All of our girls have grown up and so I get to enjoy other's little ones.</div>
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My husband, Tommy decided that it would be a great day to bring out the tractor. Yes, the very one that he took our youngest granddaughter, Shelby on last summer. The same one that quit 2 miles from the house and they had to walk all the way back home. In the heat! Was our Shelby very angry at Caitlin and her Nana, Yes!!!!!!</div>
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I decided that today, was the day that I was going to do something different. I am going to start taking pictures of the things that happen in my day and post them. Hope that you have enjoyed the pictures. Have a blessed week.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15790967069303050282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987116715359577247.post-33590464837085616322012-04-08T21:26:00.000-05:002012-04-08T21:26:04.779-05:00EASTERI am so thankful that Jesus loved me so much that He would die on the cross for me. When I read the Old Testament and read of all the requirements that the children of Israel had to go through to be in right standing with God, I realize just how awesome Calvary was. No longer do we have to perform all the blood sacrifices to have our sins removed. Now we can go directly to the Lord and tell Him anything and everything.<br />
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I was so fortunate that I had great parents. Both my Daddy and Mother were people that I knew loved me no matter what. I was a Daddy's girl and I knew that there was nothing that I could do that would cause him to turn his back on me. As I have grown into an adult, I know that because I had a Daddy like mine, it was easy to turn to my Heavenly Father. I knew there were rules that were to be followed and I also knew that there would be consequences to not following the rules. Just like there are consequences to not following the Word of God. I am so glad that that Jesus loves me with all my short comings and He will never turn me away.<br />
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Last night, I was thinking about Easter when I was young and how we would always get a new outfit, Easter basket, full of goodies and then after church we would come home and we would have a family dinner. My Grandmother would always make her famous peach or cherry cobbler. My mother would also make her famous deviled eggs. What a fun time it would be. My Daddy would hide the eggs again that we had gotten and candy eggs that my Mother would have bought. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My self with a new dress that had a full cancan( for those that don't know, this a slip that has a lot of layers that helps the dress be full), my gloves(all Southern girls needed) and of course our pocketbook(purse).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was another Easter, My littlest sister, Karen, Mother and Daddy, myself and on the left side that got chopped would have been my brother, Steve and sister, Tammy.</td></tr>
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I remember the fun time that we would have decorating the real eggs. And the mess that would follow. Yet, my mother would just let us have fun and worry about the clean-up later. Growing up in my family was wonderful. I had an older brother, and two sisters to have fun with. So when I was thinking back on the past holidays, I knew that I had to find some pictures.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15790967069303050282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987116715359577247.post-4840155113867712442012-04-08T00:34:00.000-05:002012-04-08T00:39:47.798-05:00NO LOVE ~LOST~ by LYNN BULOCKFrom Back Cover:<br />
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I seem to be gathering quite a collection of murder victims: first my husband, then my contractor. And now my ex-husband's fiancee has turned up dead. But I, Grace Lee Harris, am on the job - much to the dismay of my boyfriend, homicide detective Ray Fernandez. I've enlisted the ladies of the Christian Friends to help me figure out who killed my ex's sweetie not long before their wedding. My ex is the prime suspect, but his fiancee kept secrets that might have been deadly. I just pray that her secrets don't get me killed!</div>
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What a trip! Not only does Grace have her own live to take care of, but now her ex is depending on her to clear his name. Will Grace be able to satisfy all the men in her life at this moment, or will she find herself the object of everyone's attention? What secrets were her ex's fiancee been hiding, that would have caused someone to kill her? </div>
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This book was a fun read. It was easy to picture someone in this position in real life. I could relate to Grace, when she was trying to keep the communication open between her son and his father. Lynn Bulock, the author, takes the reader on journey of a woman that is trying to keep her own life separate, yet at the same time help those that she loves.</div>
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The Witness Protection Program was supposed to keep Jade Summer's sister safe. So why is U.S. Marshall Micah McGraw saying her twin is dead? Jade doesn't get the chance to ask because their meeting is interrupted Ruby's killers. The mob is after Jade...but neither Micah nor Jade know why. Somehow, its connected to a decades old crime. Finding the truth could be disastrous, but lives depend on it. Several women are in danger...and Jade is the first one in the killer's sights.</div>
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I love watching "In Plain Sight" on television, so when I found this book, I knew that I wanted to read it.</div>
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Once, I opened the book to the first page, I was hooked. It is so refreshing to read a clean mystery, that is full of promise. Marta Perry takes the reader into the lives of people that have had to give up their own choices and live a life just to be safe. I am looking forward to reading the other books in the "Protecting the Witnesses" series. <br />
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Doing the right thing always came easily to firefighter Zak Ashford. So he can't refuse taking in the dying wife he thought divorced him long ago - and watching over her three troubled children. The only person Zak can turn to is his cute neighbor, Jilly Fairmont, who helps him and the children through their loss. And not just because she secretly cares for Zak. Yet it isn't long before Zak realizes what this honest, compassionate woman means to him. too. Can he convince Jilly that his life would be complete if she agreed to share his future?</div>
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Zak Ashford just thought his life was in control. A bachelor, enjoying his work as a firefighter and dreaming of a career in baseball, and a best friend, named Jilly Fairmont.</div>
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The day that Crystal drove up in his driveway, with three children and fainted, changed not only his life, but Jilly's. Crystal, dying with cancer, has brought her three children in hopes of finding them a home with Zak. She knows that she only has a small space of time to find someone that will love her children as their own.</div>
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Will the friendship that Zak and Jilly have, be able to weather the changes? What changes will Crystal's children bring in the next couple of weeks? Is there a plan that the Lord is trying to show Zak and will he answer the call?</div>
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This is the last book in the "Redemption Series" by Linda Goodnight. I have the privilege of reading all the books in the series. The last book was as exciting as the first. I have fallen in love with the characters in each book. I would give the author a 5 star rating. Once you start, you won't want to stop.</div>
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All Sonny wanted was to get her brother's baby daughter and get out of Colombia. Just steps away from boarding the plane, she feels someone grab her arm. Knowing that she cannot afford to make a scene, she goes with him.</div>
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The amnesiac patient in the makeshift Amazon hospital looks familiar to visiting American nurse Amy Graham. This isn't the first time she's seen those blue-gray eyes, the hard lines of his handsome face. When Amy sees his birthmark, she knows exactly who he is: Micah McKnight, the presumed-dead Navy SEAL. Her best friend's brother. The man her own mother set up to die.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is a book that each woman could use at any moment of the day. I found as I was reading, my heart begin to take on each word, as if it was coming from my own heart.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Austia Donatelli, never dreamt the paths her life would take the day she watched her husband, David, board the airplane on his way to minister to the Muslims.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now, with the passing of David's death, Ausita, has felt the Lord leading her to continue his ministry. Working at the Career Center, she is helping the Muslim women learn the English language. When women begin to come to her, to learn about Jesus, she knows that she is not only putting their lives in danger, but her own.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When one of her students, Sabirah, a Muslim, is found shot, Austia, knows that her family were responsible. Had she been careless in her ministry?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Zaki, a Muslim man, comes in shortly after and applies for a job to be an interpreter for the Muslim men that come to the Center. Has he been sent to find out if Austia is the one, responsible for Sabirah becoming a Christian? Could he be the one that not only ends her ministry, but her life?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I first become acquainted with the author, Nikki Arana, when I reviewed her first book, "The Winds of Sonoma". This was the first in the series, "Regalo Grande". I fell in love with this author. When she asked if I would be interested in reviewing her new book, I absolutely jumped at the chance.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The Next Target" is completely different that the first three, and I was taken in by the first page. I started reading it at night and found that it was 4am, when I finished. This is a book that I will share, but I definitely want back on my shelf. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In this book, I was given a glimpse of what Muslim women have to go through. Freedom, that I take for granted. I highly recommend this book. Nikki Arana, has written a book that will take the reader on a journey, that will have you sitting on the edge of your seat. Just remember to breathe.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I give this book a 5 star rating and I am looking forward to more books from this talented author.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15790967069303050282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987116715359577247.post-84382253013901931452012-03-18T21:57:00.000-05:002012-03-18T21:57:49.690-05:00Book Giveaway: Murder Buys a T-shirt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #73432f; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;">Glory Martine loves the quaint souvenir shop she inherited from her great-uncle Louis. Not only did she get a shop filled with collectibles and mementos, she also inherited his parrot, Bluebeard. The shop is situated in the small town of Keyhole Bay in Florida, where everyone knows everyone else’s business.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #73432f; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #73432f; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #73432f; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;">When the town’s football hero, Kevin Stanley, dies in a car accident, Bluebeard becomes uncontrollable. He’s destroying the shop and he begins uttering words that lead Glory to the conclusion that this death was no accident. She’s not about to tell the authorities or her friends that her shop is haunted and her pet parrot says it’s murder, so she has no choice but take matters into her own hands and search for the truth herself.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #73432f; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #73432f; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #73432f; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;">Glory manages to take some time for herself when she meets the new owner of the bookstore across the street. The attraction is mutual, but obstacles are continually thrown in their path.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #73432f; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #73432f; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #73432f; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #73432f; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;">This is the first book in a brand new series, “A Haunted Souvenir Shop Mystery” and it’s off to a delightful start. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Well, yesterday, his topic was "Are You Happy?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Most people would answer yes, but when we really think about it are we really? Would we be happier if we could only look like that other person, have that new car, a bigger home, kinder children? Americans have been so programed that we need more and more. You go to Hollywood and all you see are people that are always looking for that next face lift, newer exercise CD. I could go on, but I think by now, you should have the idea.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Kim gave 4 steps for us to find that happy place, and I would like to share it with my readers.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">1. Realizing that I am created in God's image.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Genesis 1:26</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Psalm 139 - I so love verse 14 "I will praise You, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> for I am fearfully and wonderfully</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> made. Marvelous are Your works."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Jeremiah 1:4 -10</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">2. God has a plan for you.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> think toward you, says the</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Lord, thoughts of peace and</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> not of evil. to give you a</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now, here, Kim mentioned that although the Lord has a plan for my life, I can rob myself of my </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> DESTINY, by my mouth.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">3. Your sin has separated you from His plan.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">4. God has built a bridge made out of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">blood</span> - JESUS</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Coming home and meditating on the message, I realized that due to some of the choices that I had made, probably had closed doors that I could have walked down. Now, does this sadden me, yes, but I can honestly say that God loves me so much, that He didn't just drop me off on the side of the road. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Today, I might not have the greatest or biggest home, wardrobe, car or loads of material wealth. But I can say this, I have learnt that my happiness doesn't come from those. Having a daily walk with the Lord and choosing to do my best to listen to His voice, I am happy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">WHAT DO I THINK OF MYSELF? <i>Blessed</i> going in and <i>Blessed </i>coming out. I can't go back in time and redo my mistakes, but I can start today to allow the Lord to guide my life in the direction that He has for me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">WHAT ABOUT YOU? It is never too late to allow God to take over the reigns of your life.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15790967069303050282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987116715359577247.post-58758866492027468152012-02-22T17:29:00.001-06:002012-02-22T17:29:39.697-06:00MY SUNROOMI remember when my parents moved into their new home after I had gotten married. The kitchen was so large. The wonderful thing about it, was the bar. It even had a soda fountain, that had the ice cream, fixings and even the soda pumps. It really was amazing. My Daddy owned "ICEE OF WEST TEXAS" at that time. So he made his own syrup. At that time, I was sort of jealous. Why, now? Why not, when I was living at home? Oh, well.<br />
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Now I know you are probably wondering what this has to do with my title of my blog? Right! Well, you see, my Mother thought that she would love the bar, except as time went by, she began to despise that bar. WHY? Well, because everything that came into the house seemed to find it's way to the bar. She was always fussing about people putting their stuff on the bar instead of putting it where it belonged.<br />
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This is exactly what happens to my Sun room! So the other day, I decided that I was going to take matters into my own hands. Trust me, when I say this, my family really doesn't appreciate when I do this. Because, by this time, I figure if it has been setting there for a while, then you really don't need it. So the back of my car is rather full. I have noticed that my Tommy, has been checking out the stuff and has actually taken some things out. But has it made its way back to the Sun room? No!<br />
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So now I will share some pictures with you of my succulents. We do have a pool table in the room. Does it get played often? NO! And if I had my way about it, it would be gone. I really have no use for things that are not used. That is unless it is books! I do leave my Tommy's office alone. In fact, he told me the other day, that the only room that he sneezes in, is his office. I told him, I wonder why? It is because you don't clean it. When I go in and have cleaned, he fusses, because, then he can't find anything. So the last time, I decided that his office is his domain.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15790967069303050282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987116715359577247.post-66469476920601916282012-02-22T16:08:00.004-06:002012-02-22T17:11:21.829-06:00BOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING by JENN McKINLAYFrom the back:<br />
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What is the only word in the English language that ends in -mt?<br />
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Answering tricky reference questions like this one is more than enough excitement for recently single librarian Lindsey Norris. That is, until someone in her cozy new hometown of Briar Creek, Connecticut, commits murder, and the most pressing question is whodunit...<br />
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They go to confront Rick at his house on the storied and mysterious Thumb Islands, only to find him murdered. The local chief of police like Beth for the murderer and isn't interested in looking elsewhere. Now Lindsey has to act fast before they throw the book at the wrong person...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Lindsey loves working along side her college friend, Beth, at the Briar Creek Public Library. Beth has always dreamed of writing children's books, so when Lindsey finds out that a New York editor is vacationing in their town, she pushes Beth to see her. What a surprise meets them both, when the editor talks with them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The idyllic little town Cheyenne Rhodes has chosen for her fresh start is almost too welcoming. After all, she's come here to hide from her past - not to make new friends.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But singe dad Trace Bowman isn't about to let Cheyenne hide away her heart. he can't ignore the special way she has with his daughter, Zoey - or how she's reminded him of the power of real love. Now he needs to convince Cheyenne that Redemption is more than a place to hide - it's also a way to be found...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cheyenne Rhodes is trying to leave her past behind and start a new life. Finding a box with puppies, she stops in the town of Redemption, Oklahoma, hoping to find someone that she can leave the puppies with. Finding her way to the veterinarian, not only does Cheyenne find a home for the puppies, but a job for herself.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Working along side, Trace Bowman, the doctor, a single dad and not bad on the eyes, Cheyenne finds herself relaxing and enjoying the calm atmosphere of the town and it's people.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When Cheyenne realizes that Trace and his daughter, Zoey are beginning to want more of her in their lives, will she be able to let the past go and allow the Lord to heal her hurts? Or will Cheyenne leave those that could help in her healing process?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is the first book in the "Redemption River Series" by Linda Goodnight. I did not want to put the book down. The author has taken the reader right into the town of Redemption and you feel like you are walking down the sidewalk with the characters. I give this book a 5 star rating.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">THE WEDDING GARDEN by LINDA GOODNIGHT</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> The night of the senior prom, Annie Markham was all excited to share her secret with the love of her life, Sloan Hawkins. Yet, all she got was stood up. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Now twelve years later, Sloan has shown up on his aunt's doorstep. His aunt is dying and Annie is not sure if she can keep her continue to keep Sloan at a distance. When all she wants is to feel his arms around her.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Faith and warm memories have helped widow Kitty Wainwright endure the loss of her husband.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That 's all she's ever needed...until she hires contractor Jace carter to repair her motel. Kitty has no idea the silent, scarred Jace has admired her since they set eyes on each other. Although Kitty's wary of letting anyone into her heart, Jace can't ignore his feelings for her. But with old secrets threatening to ruin his future happiness, Jace has to put his past to rest before he can convince Kitty that she belongs by his side.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Jace knew that his feelings for Kitty were more than just wanting to help, but he had secrets in his past that made him feel that he could never deserve someone as precious as Kitty.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When a friend from his past comes into town, Jace feels that it is his place to give his friend a second chance. Even though Jace has turned his life around, has his friend? Or is it another scam? When Jace begins to hear things around town, will he be too late to save Kitty from losing what he thinks is so important to her? Will Kitty and the townspeople find out what Jace has been trying so hard to keep secret? </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In Redemption, Oklahoma, a young boy is found huddled in a Dumpster, clutching a Christmas book. Scared and refusing to speak, he captures undercover agent Kade McKendrick's guarded heart. Kade brings the child home until he can track down his family - and his story. All Kade has is a name, Davey, and the boy's trust of sweet teacher Sophie Bartholomew. With her kindness and faith, Sophie helps both the boy and the battle-scarred cop to smile again. And as they uncover the mystery of a very special child, a family is formed - just in time for Christmas.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kade has come to Redemption to stay with his aunt in order to relax from an undercover job, that sent his life in a tailspin. Never dreaming that he and Sophie, a teacher, he had never met before would be trying to unravel a young boy's life, that could not speak. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Davey was found in a dumpster holding a tattered Christmas book, with no voice to tell them where he came from or who he belonged to. As Kade and Sophie begin to search for Davey's family, will Kade allow God to show him the real reason that he is in Redemption?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is the 4th book in this series and I loved reading it, even though it was past the Christmas season. I absolutely love the way that Linda Goodnight just takes the reader right into the book and allows you to walk right along side the characters. You even can feel the emotions as you read. I am so ready to send these to my daughter, for her to read and then share with others. I know that I have given each of the above books a 5 star rating, but I feel that these books are just that good. Thank you Linda, for writing in such a way that I feel like I am walking right along side your characters.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">**There is one more book in this series and I can not wait to read it. I have got it setting by my chair, but I have just started Bible College Classes and I am having a time trying to fit time for reading. But rest assured, I will be reading it before long and will be posting a review. My Mandy has already requested that I read a number of other books already. And yes, Mandy, they are setting by my chair also.</span></div>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15790967069303050282noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987116715359577247.post-17986054463549996032012-02-06T23:17:00.000-06:002012-02-22T13:55:43.977-06:00A Day Spent WIth My Alexis<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today started out early for me. I am not a early morning person. My hours of production are in the evening time. So when I heard the shower this morning at 5:30, I thought, ugh! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now I wasn't about to get up at that time. So I laid back down and listen to David Jeremiah on the radio and I am sure fell back into a light sleep. At the ripe time of 7:30, I finally, got up and got ready for the day.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can just hear you ladies out there. I know so many of you get up very early and my hat is off to you. But my time is at night, not the morning.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had to have my Alexis at the Base by 9:30 to see the doctor. It seems that she has a plantar wart on the bottom of her foot and she has been trying to dig it out herself. So off to the the Base we went. After, the doctor used the liquid freeze stuff (I have completely forgotten what it is called), we had to wait around for another hour and a half, only be told that the lady we needed to talk to, was in a meeting.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I decided to leave my number and when she got through with her meeting, she could just call. As of this evening, I am still waiting. Hopefully, by tomorrow, I will have heard something. It seems that the wart will have to be taken out by the doctor. Now, by surgery or just in the office, I am not sure.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alexis did get a pair of crutches to use, out of the visit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then, it was on to lunch with Payton at the BX and then home, so I could get to painting. Of all the colors, Alexis would choose for her kitchen, she choose RED! I have already put three coats on and I am thinking that I will have to put on at least 2 more coats. I will try to remember to take pictures tomorrow and post them on for you to see.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our Alexis is growing up and is becoming a young lady. She is actually good at keeping her home with Payton clean and is even good at cooking. I must have done somethings right.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15790967069303050282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987116715359577247.post-39719593617898596572012-01-29T01:24:00.004-06:002012-01-29T01:25:31.605-06:00SO TRUE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I saw this on Pinterest and just had to repost it. I definitely think that this is what is happening to me.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15790967069303050282noreply@blogger.com1