Calling All Masses, Calling All Masses........

o.k. guys i am calling all masses to pray for our house to sell. now i have to admit that this is a lesson in HUMILITY for me. let me explain. when we were living in addison texas, we went to a church (a well off church) we didn't realize it until later. anyway sunday after sunday someone was praying for their house to sell. i remember telling david, why aren't they praying for ALL the starving children in the world, or the homeless, or all of the women that are beaten everyday, or all the people that are suffering with all sorts of terrible diseases, instead of a house that needs to be selling.


so one night i am praying to God tearfully that He help us sell our house and He gently reminds me of this. i remember trying to ignore this, like who me God are you talking to me. while all the while i knew darn good and well who he was talking to. i quickly felt so embarrassed, and bad for all the ugly comments i made to david about these so called "selfish" people that it just stopped me in my tracks. i couldn't go on.

i was immediately was filled with remorse and compassion for them. i was so humiliated that i didn't even ask to be forgiven. i then thought about all of the things that they must have been feeling and going through. jobs, schools for their children, future houses, hopes, dreams and all those other things that are put on hold while waiting for their house to be sold. husbands that might have been traveling far distances for their job, and having to be away from their loved ones for extended periods of time.


a few nights later, God gently whispered into my heart to blog about it and ask my blogging family to pray for us to sell a house. i was so filled with shame, guilt, embarrassment and a little lingering wounded pride that i just couldn't. a few nights ago the house selling began to just really get me bummed. why God? i began to cry. the first time. i think part of that was because of the stress of trying to sell a house and the realization of how close our move is really getting. it had all just built up.

later that night, i felt God whispering to me, You can either sit and pout and waste your summer worring about when your house is going to sell, or you can enjoy the EXTRA time i am providing you with, to be with your wonderful family and friends.

I am always faithful, always reliable, and always dependable. I ordained this move and I will not leave you or forsake you. You are my child, nothing takes me by surprise. Have I ever not taken care of you? i had to answer Him, "no."

God also told me to start praying for the house across the street to sell. they are military and they need their house to sell before yours. he HAS to leave before you. so now i am.

so not only am i callingall masses to pray for our house to sell, but also for Rob and Cindy's house to sell. SO I AM ASKING MY POWERFUL SISTERS IN CHRIST, PLEASE PRAY FOR BOTH OF US TO SELL OUR HOUSE QUICKLY!!!!! especially Rob and Cindy's. they are almost at the point of renting their house out which they really don't want to do.


thank you for your prayers,
kimmie

Not only my daughter, but now my sister......

last night at church something truly wonderful happened. hannah told pastor that she was ready to be baptized. i was so proud of her. she has been a christian for 4 years. but she was never ready to be baptized. she asked me if we could go to pastor before church and talk to him about it.

about one week ago hannah came to me and told me that she was ready to be baptized. i asked her how long she had been thinking about this and she told me, "about three months." i asked her how she knew she was ready. she said that God had given her a dream telling it was time to get baptize. that was so exciting to hear that she hears from God. she is so farther along with God at her age than i was. i am so proud of her. i know she is going to grow up to do incredible things for God. she has been prayed for for so long. i know she is learning and growing in God. i can just tell.

i love that hannah feels like she can tell me anything. i hope that goes on for a very long time. she was nervous talking to pastor. her voice was very quiet. but he was so gentle with her. she is going to be baptized in june, when her daddy is home. i would not want him to miss this.

i wanted to get her something special to mark this occaision. do any of you have any ideas? she already has a bible, necklace .

i love her so much.

my dear sweet hannah,
may you always hear the voice of God. may you always feel His presence in your life. always pray to Him about everything. lean on Him. trust Him. ask Him. love Him. He will truly end up being your best friend.

Love you,
mommy

I Was Destined To Be Your Mama.....

Ten years ago, I was given the best gift any woman could ever receive. The birth of my first born daughter. She had brown eyes, creamy doll like skin, and more affection in her eyes toward me than any other person has given me. I didn't know her yet, but time would take care of that. We were a stunning couple right from the start. She responded to my voice the first time a spoke her name. It was at that moment, that I knew I was destined to be her mama.

We had a lot to learn, her and I. But we were off to a great start. The second she looked in my eyes I knew I was captivated. The bond between us had been growing for nine months. I started singing to her, from the moment I knew she had been created. I remember the day I found out she was growing inside me, like it was yesterday. I shared my hopes and dreams with her. I talked to her constantly, telling her what a blessing she was to my life. How God had been so faithful.

We would go on long walks together just her and I. I watched in amazement as my belly grew with that precious baby. It was a miracle. It was promise of hope, the future, brighter sunny days. I was so excited.

After Hannah was born, I would just sit and hold her for hours and hours on end. Not only was she holding my hand as I rocked her, she was holding my heart. How beautiful she was to me. This precious gem. This little girl that I had prayed for for so long. I remember finally laying her in the little bassinet, only to sit up in the wee hours of the night just gazing upon her.

What a cuddle bug she was, this little girl of mine. I used to rock her and she would take her little hand and hold on to my hair, stroking it gently. I would sing to her of my love. Her little face would just light up.

She is ten now, and I can feel her trying to gain her independence. Ever once in a while sneaking a peek back just to make sure that she has not drifted off too far. Still wanting me, as she tries out her new found legs. I will be there my precious angel. For you see, there is no space between us. You are flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone. You carry my heart with you forever. You are my truest part of my heart. I love you forever.

Three years and three months later, I was to be gifted again. What a surprise!!! What a shock!!! What a miracle. I discovered you, in late November. I will never forget that day either. I went and bought two pregnancy tests, just to make sure. But your daddy knew of you. He knew before I did. He was not surprised at all. What a blessing you were to us. My pregnancy was filled with sheer delight and joy. The time seemed to flutter by. I used to go into your room, before you were born, and rock in the rocker I spent hours rocking you in, just talking to you. I sang to you. I prayed for you. I reveled in the sheer delight knowing that you were there.

I have such vivid memories of Hannah placing her hand on my stomach, and saying to me,"Mama, when is she coming?" "Will she love me?" I would answer, "Yes my sweet."

Your arrival gave us a scare. But we were so protected by our heavenly Father. We did not get to officially meet until the next day. I really don't remember that day. They tell me you cried all night long, until they finally decided to bring you to me. I had tubes in my mouth. But they held you on my chest and immediately you stopped crying. You rested there for a long, long time. That was our first official meeting. Every time they took you from me, you cried. You had beautiful blue eyes and china like skin. The sheer joy I felt once I got to hold you in my arms. We had a bond that no one could ever break. Our lives rested in the hand of God. We had to stay in the hospital for one week, and then we were allowed to go home.

It was summer. Our days were filled with cuddle time, long gazes into each others eyes, and you were constantly carried by me. Like a rare jewel that I could never put down. I saw immediately that you had joy unspeakable. You were a very happy baby. My heart was certainly captivated by you. You were a mama's girl from the start. We were hip to hip all the time.

You remind me of a butterfly. You float through life. Your joy is contagious. People can not help but smile when they are around you. You fill our house with laughter.

I know there will come a time when you too, will try to gain your independence from me. I pray that that day will take a long time to come. However, I know the day is coming.My darling Rebekah, I love you with a love ever lasting. I will always be there for you. You are my joy. Heart of my heart. Bone of my bone. I love you forever!!!!!!!!!!!

To my baby grills:
I am so thankful for you. You have completed my life. You are the best thing I have ever been allowed to do with my life. You have made me what I am today...............

A MOMMY