Out of the blue my old iPad started working this afternoon! I haven’t been abble to write anything to you all to explain how to find me!!! My new iPad I have I had to start a new blog and name. You can follow me at swanyriver. WordPress.com. I have had trouble finding all of you. So I m happy for this opportunity to reach out to all my friends and connect gain. I’m not sure how this old iPad started working today but color me happy!💜. See ya, Ava
I haven’t had a lot to say lately, but just wanted you all to pray for me. I am having some health problems and went to the cardiologist last week. I am having blood work done tomorrow and tests done Thursday. I just need to find answers to my latest health problems. I seem to fix one thing and something worse crops up. I am hoping and praying for some relief. I still truly enjoy following your blogs. I’m still having trouble with my iPad so some days I don’t get to connect with you all. Have a great Sunday, I am resting a lot today and it feels so good not to have to do much!
Father, my heart grieves for our country. You tell us that any kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and a house divided against itself will fall (Luke 11:17). Our country is so divided, a…
Source: A Prayer for a Divided Nation
I am bringing in the New Year with my son and his wife and my grandkiddos. For dinner we had snacks and finger foods and the kids loved it. Then we had fondue of chocolate with all kinds of fruit and pound cake. Yum! Every hour from 6-12 the kids get to pop a gold balloon with a saying in it to count down the time. They are having a blast. We are watching the Matt Damien movie Martian right now and it’s pretty good. All is calm and all is bright on the home front right now and I’m feeling blessed! I wish you all the Happiest of New Years. And please be safe out there tonight!
Merry Christmas to all my friends who stop by here. I am wishing you all a blessed Christmas and hope you celebrate the real reason for Christmas, the birth of our Saviour. Enjoy your families and the great food and spread the Love of Jesus all around. May you all have a wonderful 2017, Happy New Year too!
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Thank you Laurel for this important post!
If I go away for a few weeks it is because I’m having trouble with my iPad. I finally got it working but not sure for how long. Thanks Ava
Y yMown brother and I had not been close for many years until recently. That was due to him being a preacher in other states and a missionary in Mexico. So now he is back in Texas but not living in Houston where I live. But he has come to Houston twice recently and I have and we have gotten closer from the reasons for the visits. The first visit was to preach a funeral for an old highschool friend. That is when he came to me and admitted how she reminded him of me. She had written a book about her life as the outcast of the family. And I got some closure I badly needed from my past. Then recently he came back for a highschool reunion. And I ended up helping him. It all began many years ago when he was leaving to go ask his girlfriend to marry him. And mom got in his car and told him, that his girlfriend had had told her she did not want to be a preachers wife and did not love him like that. Well my brother was broken hearted, ring in hand as mom told him she did not want to see or hear from him again. So eventually he married another without getting moms blessing first. Well at the reunion he saw his old girlfriend and they had the chance to talk!!! And both were dumbfounded to realize that mom was lying to my brother. His sweet girlfriend thought he had found someone new at the seminary and she was heartbroken that he dropped her without a word. When he came over to tell me this I told him that mom loved him so much I felt she wanted him to be like her brother had been to their mom. This Uncle whom my brother was named after had lived with their mom and remained at home taking care of her until she died. He didn’t get married until his late fifties and was to old for kids of his own . I think he felt a little part of the craziness in our home from the over love to him as the golden child. And for me the scapegoat child.I have always loved my brother and am so happy to have him close again. This is not a put down of our mother as I have written what a tragic life she had, but to try and make sense of our roles in her life.