Not if one commits adultery.

When I die I will experience "His Love" and my pain will turn to beauty when I'm finally in the arms of my Savior and see all my loved ones that have gone before me.

Yep, we all go home...just not to the same destination sadly.

Yep, he's still around. No, I am not married to him.

That's something you would say lol

We all leave here and go home? Exactly where is home? Is it the same for everyone?

LOVE....

I cut my trip short. I am only staying a week. Kansas is DEAD! lol Let's go to Vegas!

I'm sorry I have a 4 yr old to attend to as well.

"Not because I don't like them...but because i understand what a responsibilty they are."

Don't you have other responsibilies in life?

Just sounds to me like they would tie you down from doing other things that YOU enjoy.

I could be wrong......

How are you losing to only watch your loved ones die? We are all going to die.

Let's get married Fetts

I smell a bit of selfishness.

Then you don't get married....plain and simple.

Where did you go?

What's wrong with Kansas? I need to get out of Texas for awhile! Next month I'm going to Alabama!

I'm adventurous, but NOT that adventurous

hahaha drats and fat cats!

Gracious God, This prayer is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, saying, “It’s okay honey, Mommy’s here.”
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can’t be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all those mothers who don’t.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they’ll never see.
And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, “Did you see me, Mom?” they could say, “Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner.
And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies.
And for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to, but just couldn’t find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read “Goodnight, Moon” twice a night for a year. And then read it again. “Just one more time.”

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school.
And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls “Mom?” in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home–or even away at college.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they’d be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can’t find the words to reach them.

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.

Gracious God, we thank you for mothering, for all those women and men who nourish, nurture, care for and mother–For without this blessed act, our lives would be poorer.

We thank you for mothering us, O God of all creation.

Amen.

Rev. Denise D. Tracy


HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL MOMS IN MINGLE LAND!!!

Headed to Kansas in the morning. Going for two weeks. It's a 9 1/2 hour trip. Thank God I don't mind driving. Much needed vacation! Anybody else going on vacation soon?