A Daughter of Gods’ wish for all

For a long time I would wake up and stay in bed, i didn’t want to face another day but knew I had to for the sake of my adult chikdren. I would be in bed waiting for motivation to overtake me. Some days it might but not until many hours later.
At some point I decided I needed to flush all forms of negativity out of my system and life. Slowly I began to emerge into the person I believe I was meant to be all along.

I love who I am now. I face each day with a vigor and joy, each day is a rebirth for me. Now each morning i kneel in prayer and read my scriptures. After that I joyfully get out of bed and look to what the day holds for me.
Oh if I could only stretch wide my arms like the suns rays and draw those who are suffering, alone, feeling neglected, abused and unloved to the peace I feel inside I gladly would. I want to be the oasis to give shade to those whose souls appear barren from the deserts of this mortality until they were able to stand on their own to help light the way for others.
For those that read this, please understand you too can feel the same joy I feel, I am nothing special without the love that I feel for my Savior Jesus Christ and my Heavenly Father or the knowledge of the love that they have for me.
Peace be unto each and every one on this sacred Sabbath Day.


There has been a lot of discussion and some arguments on whether animals will be in Heaven or not. Some say they don’t have souls, some say they do.
I firmly believe animals will go to Heaven. In searching for something contrary to this, I cannot find anything that states they won’t go to Heaven. I have found scripture that states all things created by God would return to Him who created ALL things.
I know that man wastes, God does not! By believing that an animal, tree, etc will be destroyed and never ever exist is like saying God does things in vain, of which He does not.
Now take from this what you will.

Where do I turn for Peace?

I sat in the front room, tears still streaming from the night before and continuing on. I kept my curtains closed, my candles were lit, I didn’t know how to find the solace I so desperately needed while waiting to hear about my son who laid in the hospital. I knew that he was in critical condition. I tried reading the scriptures to gain the proper perspective. Normally I can find great peace from this but today I needed something more. The words from a hymn kept coming to mind. Where do I turn for peace?

Music has always been something for me but I wasn’t even sure that would help. I finally turned on YouTube and searched for The Tabernacle Choir. Songs of peace and solace began to fill my aching heart. I finally slumped back into my chair drained and each hymn that I heard were sung like throngs of angels singing supplications on my behalf. Some songs were these testifying of the Saviors divinity and songs of gratitude filled my soul. I saw a vison of my son dressed in white standing afar off gently waving to me like a strand of wheat gently swaying from a soft breeze. This vision was so strong that I could not see my son dressed in any regular clothes. It was as if I was seeing him as though he was but a memory.

I cried even harder, I began to feel heavenly arms around me through the hymns. Each hymn became my own pleadings and I began to accept that my son would be taken from me. I prepared myself for what I felt was inevitable. Still at times I succumbed to tears that flooded my eyes and the ache in every fiber of my being. So great was the pain in my mind, heart and spirit.

The hymns were songs of praise and they continued to wash over me, There was a sense of peace that took over and I let the healing power of the words fill my soul, I had reached a point of acceptance and submitting to the will of my Heavenly Father that whatever happened to my son was going to be ok. I still did not know the outcome. I did know that my son was at deaths door. I knew it with ever fiber of who I was.

I continued to prepare myself for the call to tell me he was gone. Regardless, I knew that I was grateful for Gods’ love and mercy. Still the music played on and at times they filled me with such emotion that I could not hold the tears back. I didn’t know what the tears meant except that I was just overcome.

Nearer my God to thee, Amazing Grace, I know that my Redeemer lives, I stand all Amazed, Where love is, I need thee every hour, Lord I would follow thee were just a few and each song were as healing arms bracing me up. I doubt I will ever be able to hear or sing another hymn without causing such immense emotion.

My mind was drawn to the vision of Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane praying to his Father and suffering body, mind and spirit. The music continued to wash over me like waves washing over a boulder on the ocean shore. I prayed for strength to be able to endure the pain I was experiencing. Songs of triumph started to play, Hope of Israel, Christ the Lord is Risen today, Great Redeemer, Come come ye saints, The spirit of God to name a few. Again I cried wondering if it would end. The swell of the music pierced me and I began to feel strengthened by it. I heard the words, it is finished in my mind.

Still believing my son would be taken from me, I finally saw the text from my sons wife that he was out of surgery and doing great. The doctor was amazed by how many blood clots they had found, they had spread up into his kidneys. Had it not been caught in time they would have continued on till he would have been consumed and died. I know he was at deaths door. I knew that the doctors hands were guided to heal my son. I got on my knees and gave a prayer of gratitude still crying, even feeling more overcome.

I do not know or understand why we had to through such an ordeal. But suffice it to say I am eternally grateful for this experience. There is only one thing I can say now is I KNOW THAT MY REDEEMER LIVES! I will forever show gratitude and sing praises to Him that saw fit to save my son and answer a mothers prayer and pleadings.

Now as I sit and reccount this experience the songs still playing, I know angels continue to nourish and strengthen me and to wipe away my tears. I still have the vision of my son in all white burned into my mind.

I am reluctant to turn off the music because the thought of doing so might disturb the peace of this moment that has been created for me and is more than I can stand to be without right now. They are a like a lamp unto my feet.

I am truly blessed.


Due to circumstances with in the past 24 hours of which I am sure at some point I will blog about but not today. I have nothing to say except that the words from a song keep coming to mind. I KNOW that God hears and answers my prayers and in deep gratitude for His mercy I now will share the lyrics with you.

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

And when I think, that God,His Son not sparing;

Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;

That on a Cross, my burdens gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art, How great Thou art.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: “My God, how great Thou art!”

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

Peace be you all on this day.

Attitude of gratitude

Some of the simplest things in life bring me a lot of joy:
Hearing the sound of a child’s laugh
Watching baby animals play
Hearing beautiful music
Seeing and hearing people play in the snow
Watching videos of nature
Reading about people overcoming adversity
My children’s successes and triumphs
Sharing in others joys and happiness
A sunny day
My sons wonderful sense of humor
The ever growing bond between my 2 sisters and myself
My favorite memories are:
The first time I got to meet my newborn baby.
The way I felt each time I looked into their sweet sleeping faces.
Feeling their arms around me hugging me tight.
Witnessing their first steps, their first everything.
The relentless water fights between my older sister and myself.
Swapping my little sisters milk for my buttermilk and seeing the look on her face ( lol, sorry sis), priceless.
Things that are bittersweet:
Seeing my child through different eyes such as the time when I realized they were no longer little children. The time when my daughter wore her wedding dress and stood next to her soon to be spouse. Hearing her say “I do.”My realizing she had become a young beautiful woman instead of my little girl.
Seeing my son wear a suit for the first time getting ready to go on a formal date.
Witnessing my children with their own babies and seeing them lovingly interact.
Always makes me think of this song:
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn’t it yesterday
When they were small?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze.
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears.

A recount of an incident but written in scripture form

And it came to pass that one being called Debi did venture forth from her native social media named Facebook into unfamiliar land named Instagram that therby she could share the things she deemed worthy. There she dwelt for the space of about 2 moons.

While she dwelt there she did befriend many who also came to rest in such a place to share the good fortune of lovely images being taken by curious machines called iphones. They did dwell in peace and harmony sharing in each other joyous moments.

But it did come to pass that in the midst of much joyous merriment that one ventured in and tried to deceive Debi by pretending to be another sojourner like those Debi had already come to call aquaintences. He greeted her with Hello and she gave same greeting back as was customary. The conversation was of such idlleness that it was of no real concern.

Debi was asked if she was betrothed to anyone and if out of the union had there been offspring. Debi in keeping with the manner of chatting responded that indeed she was and that she did have offspring of many. She asked him like minded questions and he responded that indeed he had a spouse but that she now dwelt in the heavens. This brought sadness to Debi’s heart of which she did express.

But in this her moment of misplaced compassion and empathy, she began to see that before her was someone who began to expose himself in his true form. He being a wolf and in his mouth he carried a strange animal like that of a catfish. While Debi began to make haste to retreat politely but quickly as was her way, he still trying to obtain things of a personal nature. She ran quickly from this strange land known as Instagram and reaching her home safely from such an intruder she did quickly block and delete this stranger. Thereby putting an end to such frivolity. And thus we see that things are not always as they seem. Woe unto him that might enter in as wolves wearing sheeps clothing, for I shall smite thee with a sore delete and block. How sore ye know not but suffice it to say that it will be great. Thus saith Debi! So let it be said, so let it be written.

I love sarcasm and in so keeping with this blog, I will post some quotes:

“I love sarcasm. It’s like punching people in the face but with words.”

“If I wanted to kill myself I would climb your ego and jump to your IQ.”

Threads of Talents

Right before I left my Heavenly realm to join with my earthly form. I stood with a suitcase of things to bring with me. Inside this suitcase were all the gifts that I was given to be brought with me. They were all the Christ like qualities that each child possesses. I stood holding my Heavenly Fathers hand and looking up at Him with apprehension in my eyes, knowing this journey before me was exciting but also somewhat scary.

He looked lovingly down into my eyes and told me, “Fear not, I am with thee.” Then he handed me a beautiful green thread made from the finest spun gold. It was just a single thread but He told me, “Daughter this thread is a special talent, one that only you will possess. It will be the ability to convey your feelings, emotions and imagery.

If you cherish it and use it correctly, it will bring you much peace and joy and help to bring joy to others as well.” I am sure I did not quite understand exactly what He meant but with the undaunting faith of a child, I didn’t question and just accepted it. Then He also handed me another special gift. “This is the gift of free agency, one that will help you decide on how to use your talent.” Use it wisely, so that you can return home.

I wandered through this earthly existance always looking on and seeing people using their talents, some creating beautiful artwork, some it was beautiful music, some it was the art of speaking or listening but each person all contributed in some way to bring peace into their own lives and help to edify others. I spent a lot of time wishing that I could do those same things. I would wonder why I wasn’t blessed to be so talented and envying others in the process.

I needed to convey my frustrations and dissatisfaction in someway so I began to write. My words flowed through me from my mind onto paper. I felt a sense of enjoyment and accomplishment that I had never felt before. I no longer felt the loneliness and discontentment of being left out in the cold with nothing to offer. This opened up a whole new world for me. I started to share the things I wrote about with others due to my excitement that I too had something to give.

Even though this is my own scenario, it is one that is true for each of has. Our God given threads of talent to be used for our own enjoyment and for the contributions to others so that in the end we will have created Gods’ greatest work of art, a tapestry woven to be laid at His feet.

The Ripple Effect

If you drop a pebble into still body of water, you can see how the disturbance causes ripples that spread out, sometimes a short distance sometimes even further.
A man was stabbed to death Monday after he apparently cut a line for the restaurant’s re-released chicken sandwich and argued with another man who confronted him.
A man shot and killed his neighbor over a snow removal dispute.
Woman shot with Bb gun for removing Trump sign from wrong yard.
As I read headlines of these like this and there are many! I wonder do these people know or can they even fathom as to how far reaching their moments of hasty decisions can create. How many lives will be impacted? How many people will suffer, how many children’s lives have been destroyed because of their thoughtlessness?
But because I don’t want this to be my main focus, I want to change gears here and talk about small random acts of kindness that can have a tremendous impact in the lives of others.I know for me, it has been a kind word or thought or deed that has had a profound effect on me.
When my daughter was in school the teacher asked the students to write about someone they admired most. I would expect that she might have chosen someone like Joan of Arc or Helen Keller. My daughter wrote that I, her mother was the person she admired most. Today she doesn’t realize how much that meant to me even though I have tried to tell her.
Another instant because I had given a stranger a hug in her time of need, she referred to me as an angel.
My being chosen as someone’s secret grandmother for no reason that I can think of other than they wanted to brighten someone’s day.
Small arms about my neck and saying, “I love you mommy.”
My daughter hanging onto a tiny pretty rock found on the ground and put into her coat pocket to give to me because she was thinking of me.
My son laying on a hospital gurney in the hospital reaching up and tenderly wiping tears from my face and softly saying, “Momma please don’t cry.”
Reading a poem my son wrote for me in kindergarten that says he wished all Ethiopian children had a mother like me. lol.
There have been many, many more but these are a just a few things that continue to feed my soul each time I recall those moments, they are the things that breathes life back into me, these will forever ripple through my war torn heart.
I am truly blessed.

Thou shalt not take thy Lord thy God in vain

If you ask my children what is one thing that offends me, I would hope that they would all respond with, don’t profane Gods’ name. If they didn’t then I would have to say that I failed to get this one truth across.
It isn’t because it is in the commandments, although it is good enough reason. My reasons runs much deeper than that.
There is so little in this life that is sacred, but to me the love for my Savior and what He went through for me is the defining factor.
He began his life in the lowliest of conditions born in a barn next to animals. There was no room at the inn was his beginning and this same line of thought and behavior would follow Him throughout His life and ministry.
He grew and was scorned and hated even though He went about doing good. He was called names, scoffed at, bullied, ridiculed but He continued in doing only good. He didn’t sit with the wealthy or scoff at or shun others that was deemed undesirables by the rich and famous. He went among the lepers, the poor, those that others were so easily kicked at when they were down and out.
He taught loving your neighbor, forgivness, being humble, life eternal and how to live so that we can return to God. He healed the sick, the blind, resurrected the dead. Even though He himself was called a devil, referred to as a lunatic, a troublemaker, a radical. He continued on doing the things He was sent to do.
He was betrayed by His own disciples whom He loved. He knew what He was up against and that His ministry would lead to his demise. He suffered these things in the flesh because He was mortal. He could not show us mercy if He did not understand all the things we would suffer as human beings. He always had the power to put an end to it all. But without this great act of love for us it was necessary that He suffer and die for us in order to bring about the gift of forgiveness. Inp believe He had ministering angels to help buoy Him up during the worst of it all. Such as when He knelt in the Garden of Gethsemene and took on the sins of the world, not generally but for each individual person, I believe it meant literally each person. So great was His suffering that he bled from every pore. I cannot even begin to understand what that suffering would be like, and I gave given birth 8 times.
Satan tempted Him telling Him that He could end it all, that He had the power to put an end to it. His response was to “Get thee behind me Satan.” Meaning get out of here!
He loved us so much that He continued on with a purpose of providing a way so that if we sinned all was not lost, we could repent.
Here was a man, perfect in every way but yet treated like a lowlife. Someone who knew the outcome but continued on with this one thing to help others out of His great love for us.
As He was carrying His own cross, he was spat on, rdiculed, and laughed at . There were some that wept bitterly while they watched, some that knew and understood who He was and yet helpless to help Him.
They nailed his hands and feet to a wooden cross. The Roman’s had perfected the fine art of crucifixion. They knew where to drive the spikes to cause the worst pain. I often think about the pain of being nailed to the cross and then being hoisted up into the air and the cross being hammered into the ground and just the pain from that is unfathomable. That wasn’t enough torture though, they made a crown of thorns and placed it hard upon His head to mock Him as King of the Jews and they continued to jeer Him. Even His own people made great sport of this.
With crucifixion a small piece of wood was nailed beneath the feet so that when you could no longer hang by your wrists you could stand on it for a short amount of time till you could no longer stand and your weight would once again fall, and once again you would be hanging by your wrists.
Not once did Jesus curse them or say, “I’ll get you back!”
They hung him between 2 convicted criminals, His life was ending in pretty much the same as in the beginning of His life, in a very lowly position. Normally after 3 days the Roman soldiers would break the legs so that the person being crucified would die. He hung like that for 3 days. He spoke the words, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.” Even then He pled on our behalf. I think for me the hardest part though was when God withdrew from Him and Christ asked, “Father, why has thou forsaken me?”
Some say it was because it is said that God cannot look on sin with the least degree of allowance, while some believe it was too painful for a loving Heavenly Father to watch, or what I believe was a final piece to the whole sacrificial price to be paid. One of complete and total isolation. Regardless if one or all is true, the fact was that He was totally alone at that point. With all this, he said. “It is finished” meaning that He had accomplished his soul mission in his mortal state. “Into thy hands I commend My spirit.” He died having paid the price for each of us.
I hope that helps people that read this understand more fully why I choose to show respect for my Savior. I hope that each person will reflect on this and stop and think before they utter His name.
With so many words in our vocabulary, can we not find a better way to get express ourselves and get our point across?

We seem to be so concerned about being politically correct in using proper terms for people of race or sexual orientation why do we not give the same respect for someone who gave so much for us?

This is just a relaxed post

Today has been busy for me so I have nothing to profound to say, lol. But I do want to post my daily dose of positivity and well being. So without further adieu.

Above all else be good to yourself, you are worth it!