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OUR FATHER WHICH ART IN HEAVEN

Our FatherHe is my Savior! He is my Lord! That is what I always think about when I think about God. I am so thankful for everything that the Lord has provided. But, I tend to think of Him in just these two settings. Sending His son to earth, extending grace, showing forgiveness and showering us with His love. Or, I think of the Lord and Master. The one who has rules, and that can be strict. Don’t do this, and yes you can do that.

The other night, I don’t know if I was dreaming, but I woke with the vision of the Lord with His hands outstretched. He was asking me to come to Him, and gathered me in His arms. I know many of you have seen the picture of Jesus with all the little children gathered around him. This was the picture that came to me, but only I was with Him. It was like I had an epiphany, I felt like His child. I know that He is our father, but I never saw the connection. I felt loved and protected. Suddenly, all while laying there in my bed, thought about how He must love us. I could connect the dots, when I thought of what I would do for my children, and my grandchildren. I would protect them at all cost. I would fight for them, no matter what. I would give them unconditional love. WOW! Is that how He feels about us? About me?

I have a new appreciation for The Lord’s Prayer. Matthew 6:9 starts with the word’s “Our Father.” How many times have I recited this prayer, taking the words for granted, not really applying them? I am thankful that I had the dream/vision in the night. I must be a visual learner, and this is what it took to make me understand. So for the rest of you visual learners, I leave you with the words of the Lord’s Prayer. And, for those who love to be spoken to, I leave you with a beautiful young child singing the Lord’s Prayer.

Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.

 

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ABOVE THE KNEE DRESS

50 IS NOT OLD | ABOVE THE KNEE DRESSI don’t know about you, but I can never find the exact length I want a dress to hit on my leg. I love a Maxi dress, maybe that is why. They take all the guess work out of the equation. I prefer wearing an above the knee dress. This dress hits “just” above the knee, if could have been a little shorter and would have been fine.

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I NEED A LITTLE BLING IN MY LIFE

50 IS NOT OLD | A LITTLE BLINGI have heard that a diamond is a girl’s best friend. That saying might be accurate for some ladies, but not for this gurl. Don’t buy me diamonds, that is not the way to my heart. HOWEVER, I do like bling. I have come to the conclusion that I need a little bling in my life. I have something in common with the crow, I like shiny baubles. Lol!

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A FAUX TAN THE CORRECT WAY

50 IS NOT OLD | FAUX TAN CORRECTI am going to do something I never do. I am going to re-cycle a post. I am recycling for a couple of reasons, so I hope you will bear with me. I have been getting asked a lot here lately about my tan. I have NO tan. If I raised my shirt and showed you my belly, (you do not want me to do that,) you would see how white I am. I have a faux (fancy name for fake) tan. I am thrilled that you think it looks natural, I have looked a long time for a product that looks this good. Plus, this product does not have a heavy odor like some of the other products I have used. Reason number two is, refer to reason one. Lol! 

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THE GLUE THAT BINDS

50 IS NOT OLD | GLUE THAT BINDSI want everyone to tell me, what was the first thought that came to your mind when you read the title of this post. If I hadn’t known what I was going to write about, I would have guessed I was talking about a mother. To me, the mother of the family is the glue of the family.

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HOW TO COORDINATE A LOOK

50 IS NOT OLD | HOW TO COORDINATE A LOOKIf I had to describe this look, I would say it is “overall pleasing.” The colors are bright but at the same time, they are muted. Nothing is neon or glowing. All the articles in this outfit just flow together. And the accessories tie in beautifully with the overall color scheme. This is how to coordinate a look, 101.

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GRACE, FORGIVENESS, AND ENCOURAGEMENT

50 IS NOT OLD | GRACE, FORGIVENESS AND ENCOURAGEMENTI never know when I set down at the computer what I am going to write about. Even if I have an idea in my mind, it will sometimes change as the post evolves. But, I have had this subject on my mind for a few weeks, so I guess I will forge ahead.

I hated church as a child. There, I said it. We attended church every time the doors were opened, but I HATED it. I would fidget, squirm, look out the windows, and pass notes to my friends. I did everything but listen. None of that mattered though, because every Sunday, Sunday night, and Wednesday night we headed out the door. I attended a small church, there were probably only around 50 or so on a Sunday morning, and about half of those attended the night services. My grandmother only lived a little ways from the church, so we would go to her house after church for lunch. That part I did like!

I don’t know if it was just our church, or our preacher, but it sure seemed like all I heard when I was growing up was about Hell. fire and brimstone, not even a drop of water to quench your thirst. I know as an adult that all that is true, and I can understand the “scare you straight” approach to preaching. But, I hated it. I can remember thinking how can God be so wonderful, if He is making it so hard to be with Him? All I could envision was a camel trying to go through the actual eye of a needle. That is impossible!!! How was I ever going to be able to make it to Heaven, if that stupid camel had to go through the needle?

When we moved to Grundy, my children were 3 1/2 and 1 1/2. I had not been attending church, and it was eating at me. I guess some of the teachings I had heard as a child took root. Thanks, Mom! I was brand new to the area, and I had no idea what church to attend. I got out the phone book, and looked up churches. I found one that was just a couple miles away, so I drove by to see for sure where it was and what time the services where. I got the babies up and dressed that Sunday, and we headed off. I hate going to new places. I hate feeling uncomfortable and unsure. So, this was a huge step for me. Everybody was welcoming, and I actually saw Sandy (now a BFF) there with her children, so I felt more at ease.

Then came the preaching. Boy was I in for a shock! There was no fire and brimstone. No eye of the needle, no vengeful God. Instead there was Grace and Forgiveness. Instead there was welcoming and understanding. I left church feeling like I might actually have a chance, instead of feeling like I was the only sinner in the place and everyone was looking at me. I felt like everyone in the building was a sinner, and the Lord welcomed all of us to Him. I couldn’t believe how wonderful and encouraging church could be.

Do we encourage others to come to the Lord? I have never been vocal about my faith, I don’t like it when I feel someone is trying to ram something down my throat. I have subscribed to the philosophy that I want others to see Jesus shine through me. I know of several women I admire who fit that statement, so that is my goal. But I recently read about a gentlemen, who is now a preacher, who was never invited to church until he was in his late 20’s. He never knew about Christ or His teachings. How horrible would it have been if that one person had not taken the time to invite him to church? So, I declaring today to be “Friend Day.” I am inviting all of you to attend church with me. Even if you are not in Vansant, not in Virginia, or not in the United States, I am still inviting you to attend church. Reach out to someone you know, and invite them to come with you. It would be a shame, if no one had EVER invited them. Remember, fire and brimstone.

Have a blessed day!✝️

 

 

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A CASE OF THE CAN’T HELP ITS

50 IS NOT OLD | CASE OF THE CAN'T HELP ITSDo you ever have those days when you just can’t seem to “want” to do anything? I am talking about the kind of day where getting out of bed and putting on clothes, is a “chore.” I call days like that my “can’t help it” days. If Joe asks me what is wrong, I will tell him, “I have a bad case of the can’t help its.” This means that there is nothing physically wrong with me, I just am dragging my bottom lip.😒

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LABOR DAY PLANS REVEALED

50 IS NOT OLD \ LABOR DAY PLANSI have spent the week styling shades of gray, and today will mark the last day of this color. There were  a lot of different versions this week. Here I wore gray/black jeans, here I went with light gray and a print, and yesterday I went gray on grey. But, today is the first time I have

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