Just a quiet hello with hopes for your Thursday celebrations with family and friends to be filled with peace, laughter, and the Joy of The LORD.
Matthew 6: 26 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? King James Version
LORD willing see you soon.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
The bird is roasting, the potatoes are baking; so is the dressing, the green beans will be in the pan soon and the cranberry sauce is chilling.
It’s been a laid-back morning so the meal is a little later than normal; but, hey, we are giving many thanks. And we hope you all are as well.
With JESUS love and kindest regards to you all,
JT and Kathie
I am writing from recall from early morning – 3:00 ish. The Little One had stirred hungry. So, I fetched him from his crib and while he gulped down eight ounces of formula snug between us, love and blessings carassed my thoughts.
Thoughts of the difference from now and then. Thoughts of how I didn’t know. Thoughts I wasn’t then and grateful to be now. Thank You, LORD GOD. Not that I got to but I get to.
I get to be free. I get to be kind. I get to be patient. I get to be grateful. I get to be happy. I get to overcome me!. I get to love you!
Nothing about this Jesus Life is I GOT TO. It’s all I GET TO! It’s Freedom. This is what freedom in Christ in this moment feels like. I get to love this baby. I get to hear him drink in noursishment. I get to desire the sincere milk of the Word. See 1 Peter 2:2-4. I get to snuggle with this little package of love. I get to. A life of I get to. It’s a taste of Heaven on earth!
I GET TO! Got it? Good. 🙂
Life is in the blood.
We’ve heard it. We’ve read it. We’ve experienced it.
All animal life (humans included) when the blood pump stops sending the message of life to the cells, to the tissue and the organs, the temperature cools, the supple skin yields to inflexibility – Life is gone.
And we with life still messaging miss who or what was; just memories remain and with a thankful heart the memories are sweet with salty tears.
She came to us from under the deck October 10, 2011. She slipped away under that same deck July 23, 2018. All of creation belongs to GOD.
He is the Author of it. We thank Him 
for the life of a cat named Ruthie.
The White Stone 