Here are a few:



“Expectations kill relationship.”
I’ll never forget where I was standing, what the color of the sky was, when Mama said those words.
The words reverberate inside of me, and ring true, sure. When I expect something, demand something, presume, anticipate, await something, I fail to be to grateful for what is. I smother the gift of what simply is, in my stampeding expectation for what I proudly, arrogantly, wrongly think should be. My expectations of what kind of life God should give snuffs out my gratitude for the life He has given.Read the rest here.
“In the presence of God and of Christ Jesus” 1 Tim 5:21
Dear Lord,
I praise you, my God, for this truth. My God is a living God who is in all places at all times. Nothing happens with out your awareness or intended purpose. My life is in submission to your authority which is a blessing because I need you to lead me and guide me. Let this be my anthem, before me stands the One that was crucified for my sins and rose from the dead so that I may triumph over sin. Allow me to never forget Christ nearness to me. Increase my desire for your nearness so that I can live for you. As I continually bask in your presence let my heart overflow with gratefulness for paying my ransom. Let the nail scarred hands and feet remind me that my life is a living sacrifice for you, my lord.
Cutting the cake
My love and I. He was a groomsman, doesn't he look so handsome in his tux ;)
Well that's really all I have time for now. I do have a few recipes that I may (or may not!) post in the next couple days.