Merry Christmas to all my Faithsisters

I just wanted to say Merry Christmas to all of my Faithsisters. To those I have met, and to those I have not yet met. I pray that the same Jesus who guides your life every day is even more celebrated today. He was born withe the same 10 fingers and toes, wrinkly skin, and after birth look that every baby has been born with. He did this for you. God bless your day.

Merry Christmas

Just wanted to wish anyone who visits here a very Merry Christmas. I pray you will find Jesus in the midst of the packages and bows.

Jacob and his new little kitty--Lucy Loo

Our little Tree It had to be kitty proofed with unbreakable ornaments

I always love the glowing tree look

Love ya Sis

I have been in so much thought about my family tonight. I found this picture of my brother giving me a hug. I had been away for a while. During my time away all of the abuse in my family came out. My brother and I were the only children my mom physically abused. I think my brother and I have a bond that is not understood by our other siblings. I am closest to my oldest brother. I remember feeling very protected and understood at the moment in this photo.


Layout made using Krystal Hartley's Piano Room (Available at FS shop)

Just wondering

I am just sitting here at my computer just wondering. Wondering about what? Family, future, friends, finances (did not plan the whole "f" thing there). I do not have a lot--I do not want a lot as far as that goes. I try to be the best mom I can, I pay my bills as I am able to, I keep my house as clean as possible, I go to church, lead worship, teach AWANA, work full-time at a daycare, and go over-the-board with my scrapping sometimes. I trust God fully, believe in Him faithfully, and call on Him frequently. All of that said----I am still missing something.

I think I am still missing a "parent". I spent most of Thanksgiving week with my mom. She tried her best to be my mom. She bought groceries, gas, Christmas presents for Jacob and me. We played games, watched movies cooked and baked together. Even with all of that, I still saw her as the person who yelled at me, disowned me, beat the snot out of me, made my years at home miserable. I still live in those moments when I am with her. How do I ever let go of that? Do I want a mom so bad that I have lost sight of what I want instead of what I have?

I want to be able to have time with my mom and not see her through my "child's"eyes. I just do not know how to do this. This is my goal: to figure out how to see my mom for who she is now, and not what she was back then. She may still be the same person, but I want to really see her through God's eyes, maybe then I will see her without my child's eyes. Does this make any sense.