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Footsteps Of Love

My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.

For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16

Monday, November 28, 2005

Great site!

Here is a great site I come across while surfing the blogs. The videos are very cool and informative. And very scary if you don't know Jesus Christ. Countdown To Armageddon

Click on "All Videos" and watch them.

What a weekend!

Well, I hope everybody had a very nice and safe Thanksgiving holiday. We've still got turkey slices for sandwiches left. Whew! Ate way too much.

I also had to work the night before and the night of Thanksgiving. Yes, you heard right. I had to work the morning of.....BLACK FRIDAY!!

Oh my! The killer instinct comes out in people during...BLACK FRIDAY. Pushing, shoving, tempers, you name it. It's funny just watching. But it's over now for another year. Let the shopping begin!

It was Bedlam Baby!! It was a great weekend for my OU Sooners. Wow! What a game! Now, I wonder which bowl game they are going to? I"m very proud of them this year. They had some tough times with inexperienced players but they did all right. Can't wait till next year. BOOMER SOONER!!

If you can open your Bible anytime and read it, if you can go to church and worship freely to God, if you can talk openly to anyone about Jesus, Praise God! There are so many people that can't. Please visit this site and thank God every day for the blessings He gives you. The Voice Of The Martyrs

Something happened at work the other night that I've got to address. I HATE gossip...God HATES gossip. You know, I got my butt beat growing up if I tattle-taled on my brother. My dad always said: "Don't you come tattle on your brother unless he's dying!" I don't know why someone seems to think that they are getting brownie points by tattle-taleing on someone on something they said to someone else just because they were eavesdropping on a conversation that was none of their business to start with. And then to exaggerate it and twist it around. It just makes them look like idiots I think. But what do I know? Here's what God says about it: "Whoever secretly slanders his neighbor, him I will destroy; the one who has a haughty look and a proud heart, him I will not endure. Psalm 101:5. But let none of you suffer as a murderer, a thief, an evil-doer, or as a busybody in other people's matters. 1 Peter 4:15

Please go by and visit my renter. She has a great site full of laughs and info. The Reign of EllenTell her forgivenforever sent ya!

Well, we live, and we learn. And life goes on.

Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving!

I'm going to read you something that I just love. It is an article in a book I have; Hope for each day by Billy Graham:

The Grace of Gratitude

The Pilgrim Fathers who landed at Plymouth in America in 1620 knew nothing of the bountiful prosperity that so many people enjoy today. During that first long winter, seven times as many graves were made for the dead as homes were built for the living. Seed, imported from England, failed to grow, and a ship that was to bring food and relief, brought thirty-five more mouths to feed, but not an ounce of provisions. They caught fish, hunted wild fowl, and venison. They had a little English meal and some Indian corn.
Yet their lives were marked by a spirit of constant thankfulness. On one occasion William Brewster, rising from a scanty Plymouth dinner of clams and water, gave thanks to God "for the abundance of the sea and the treasures hid in the sand."
According to today's standards, they had little; but they possessed a sense of great gratitude. Gratitude is one of the greatest Christian graces; ingratitude, one of the most vicious sins. Ask God to open your eyes to all the blessings He has bestowed on you, and to give you a fresh spirit of gratitude-not just at this season of the year, but always.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

I have a new renter. Her name is Ellen. I was skeptical at first. I don't know why but when I started reading I couldn't stop. She is pretty darn funny. And she's got some unique concepts on her blog that you don't see anywhere else.

Please go visit her site. The Reign Of Ellen

You'll be glad you did.

Welcome Ellen!

Taken Aside

Taken aside by Jesus,
To feel the touch of His hand;
To rest for a while in the shadow
Of the Rock in a weary land.

Taken aside by Jesus,
In the lonliness dark and drear,
Where no other comfort may reach me,
Than His voice to my heart so dear.

Taken aside by Jesus,
To be quite alone with Him,
To hear His wonderful tomes of love
'Mid the silence and shadows dim.

Taken aside by Jesus,
Shall I shrink from the desert place;
When I hear as I never heard before,
And see Him face to face?

I want to thank my previous renter; for renting my space. It was an honor. God Bless You!

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Interview With God

Please check this link out. This is one of the most beautiful sites I've ever seen. You will love it!

Interview With God

Saturday, November 19, 2005

A Marine was attending a college course between missions in Iraq and Afghanistan. The professor, an avowed atheist, shocked the class one day when he walked in, looked toward the ceiling, and said loudly, "God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes."

The lecture room fell silent and the professor began his lecture. Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, "Here I am God and still waiting."

It got down to the last minute when the Marine stood up, walked toward the professor and threw his best punch knocking him off the platform and out cold. The Marine went back to his seat and sat down.

The other students were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in silence. The professor came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Marine and asked, "What is the matter with you? Why did you do that?"

The Marine calmly replied, "God is busy today protecting America's soldiers who are protecting your right to behave like an idiot and say stupid stuff. So, He sent me."

Friday, November 18, 2005

Ramblin' On

Well, I haven't rambled lately. I'm just not a talker. My husband would argue with me on that one. But seriously I just don't talk about myself very much. After all, it's not about me now is it?

My Grandmother passed away Wednesday. We had been expecting it. She had been awful jaundiced and the Dr. said that when the liver goes it will be quick. And it was. She went peacefully in her sleep. She was 89. She lived a good, long life. She was the last of my Grandparents. I have no more now. I was also named after her. And the circle of life goes on.

College football season is slowly winding down. My Sooners have only 2 more games left. It seems like yesterday that I was getting antsy for the season to start. They need to play more games. It's just not long enough.

Everybody has been sick here. In Oklahoma, if you don't like the weather, stick around 5 minutes. It will change. Well, yeah! No wonder everybody is sick. It's 50 degrees one day and 80 the next. Go figure!

Do you ever wonder why God with all of his miracles that he does; why He can't just skip the teenage years and let us go from like, 12 on into the 20's? My son, I just don't understand him. He's 19 now. Was I like that when I was his age??? Oh my! My poor mom.

Please go and visit my renter. His articles are good reading. He's my very first renter. Tell him forgivenforever sent you.

Well, I guess I'm all talked out now. And again, my husband would argue with me on that one.

Monday, November 14, 2005

I have a renter!

I now have a renter on my blog! Please everybody visit his blog and say hi. We bloggers love visitors that leave comments.
I enjoyed reading the articles on his site. And I'm sure you will too. Tell him that forgivenforever sent ya!

Goodbye Eddie Guerrero!

My sympathies goes out to his personal family and his WWE professional family. I watched a little of WWE Monday night and he had such an impact on a lot of the wrestlers with his Christian faith. Praise God that he was not ashamed of Jesus in such an atmosphere. He will be missed!

Sunday, November 13, 2005

International Day of Prayer Week

Let's all participate in the Annual International Day Of Prayer Week November 13-20. There's not one person on this planet that couldn't use a prayer in some way or another. Everybody suffers and has pain.

But most of all, let's pray for the persecuted Christians who are spreading the word of God and His love for us in hostile countries. In some countries it is illegal to even have a Bible in your possession yet some of us take it for granted how precious a Bible is.

In some countries you can lose your life for even mentioning the word Jesus yet some of us are able to shout it on the moutaintops but are ashamed to because we are araid of what others might think of us.

Visit this website and you'll know what I'm talking about. The Voice Of The Martyrs

Please pick a prisoner that you want to write to with words of inspiration and encouragement. They are being persecuted for the very same God that loves you. Please don't let them be forgotten by their brothers and sisters in Christ.Prisoner Alert

And if you have a blog, I urge you to visit this website and sign up and voice your belief loudly on the internet while you still can. Persecuted Church

Saturday, November 12, 2005

I Am!!

I'm part of the fellowship of the unashamed.
I have stepped over the line.
The decision has been made.
I'm a disciple of Jesus Christ.

I won't look back, let up,
slow down, back away, or be still!

My past is redeemed,
my present makes sense,
my future is secure.

I am now a new creation in the Lord!

I'm finished and done with low living,
small planning, colorless dreams,
tamed visions, mundane talking,
cheap living and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need preeminence, prosperity,
position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity.
I don't have to be right, first, tops,
recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded.

I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk
by patience, lift by prayer and labor by power.
My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven,
my road is narrow, my way rough, my companions few,
my Guide reliable, my
mission clear.

I cannot be bought, deluded, or delayed.
I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice,
hesitate in the presence of the
adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy,
or meander in the maze of mediocrity.

I won't give up, shut up, let up,
until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up,
paid up, preached up for the cause of Christ.

I am a disciple of Jesus.

I must go till He comes,
give till I drop,
preach till all know,
and work till He stops me.

And when He comes for his own,
He will have no problem recognizing me
- my banner will be clear!

The Messiah is HERE !

(unknown author)

Friday, November 11, 2005

Happy Veterans Day!

I want to personally thank all the brave men and women in our armed services who have gave their all and their freedom so we people at home could enjoy ours. I also want to personally thank the families for sacrificing so much. I thank you from my heart and may God Bless You!

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Directions To Home

Make a Right onto Believeth Blvd.

Keep straight and go through the Green Light, which is Jesus Christ.

There, you must turn onto the Bridge of Faith, which is over troubled water.

When you get off the bridge, make a Right turn and Keep Straight.

You are on the King's Highway - Heaven-bound.

Keep going for three miles: One for the Father, One for the Son, and One for the Holy Ghost.

Then exit off onto Grace Blvd.

From there, make a Right turn on Gospel Lane.

Keep Straight and then make another Right on Prayer Road.

As you go on your way, Yield Not to the traffic on Temptation Ave.

Also, avoid SIN STREET because it is a DEAD END.

Pass up Envy Drive, and Hate Avenue.

Also, pass Hypocrisy Street, Gossiping Lane, and Backbiting Blvd.

However, you have to go down Long-suffering Lane, Persecution Blvd. And Trials and Tribulations Ave.

But that's all right, because VICTORY Street is straight ahead!


Life is God's gift to you.

The way you live your gift to God.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

I Am Meth

This is so sad but so much closer to us then we think. Maybe we can help educate our grandchildren or those who still have children at home. This was written by a young girl who was in jail for drug charges and was addicted to meth. She wrote this while in jail. As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but, true to her story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long after, with the needle still in her arm. Please keep praying. This thing is worse than any of us realize...

I Am Meth

I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
I take your children, and that's just the start.

I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember I'm easily found,
I live all around you - in schools and in town

I live with the rich, I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.

I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.

In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.

I have many names, but there's one you know best,
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.

My power is awesome, try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.

Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.

When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You do what you have to -- just to get high.

The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms.

You'll lie to your mother, you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.

But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.

I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.

I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
I'll be with you always -- right by your side.

You'll give up everything - your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.

I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.

If you try me be warned - this is no game,
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.

I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.

The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.

But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.

You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.

You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?

I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.

Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.

I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.

Judy West

Don't Close Your Blinds

From a person who's there, in the midst..........

The other day, my nine-year-old son wanted to know why we were at war...My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good explanation. My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our front living room window.

He said "Son, stand there and tell me what you see?"

"I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses." he replied.

"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United States of America and you are President Bush."

Our son giggled and said "OK."

"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every house and yard on this block is a different country" my husband said.

"OK Dad, I'm pretending."

"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hair and is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, He throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death. Their children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are screaming and crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids and they are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son....what do you do?"


"What do you do son?"

"I'd call the police, Dad."

"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your call. They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do you do then son?"

"Dad.......... but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine.

"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband says.

"But Dad...he killed her!" my son exclaims.

"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."

"Daddy...he kills them?"

"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"

"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door neighbor to help me stop him," our son says.

"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him," my husband says.

"But Dad, I NEED help! I can't stop him by myself!"

"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" Our son starts to cry.

"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"

"What Daddy?"

"He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?"


"WHAT DO YOU DO?" Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I'd close the blinds, Daddy."

My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him. "Why?"

"Because Daddy.....the police are supposed to help people who needs them...and they won't help.... You always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop him...I'm afraid....I can't do it by myself Daddy.....I can't look out my window and just watch him do all these terrible things'm just going to close the I can't see what he's doing........and I'm going to pretend that it is not happening."

I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine-year-old son standing in the window, looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions and he says...


"Yes, Daddy."

"Open the blinds because that man.... he's at your front door... "WHAT DO YOU DO?"

My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he says: "I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!"

I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs our son to his chest and hugs him tight, and says... "It's too late to fight him, he's too strong and he's already at YOUR front door should have stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his children and the old lady across the way. You have to do what's right, even if you have to do it alone, before its too late," my husband whispers. THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq. When good men stand by and let evil happen son, THAT is the greatest atrocities in the world won't affect him. "YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT ALONE!" BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS! SUPPORT THEM! SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS..."

Steven R Chandler, CMSgt
332 ELRS/Vehicle Management
Flight Balad Air Base, Iraq

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Only In America

Only in drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.

Only in people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke!

Only in banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.

Only in we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.

Only in we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight.

Only in we use the word 'politics' to describe the process so well: 'Poli' in Latin meaning 'many' and 'tics' meaning 'bloodsucking creatures'.

Only in they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering.


Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?

Why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed? !

Why don't you ever see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"?

Why is "abbreviated" such a long word?

Why is it that doctors call what they do "practice"?

Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?

Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?

Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?

Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?

Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?

Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?

You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?!

Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?

Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?

If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?

If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?


You are 100% Oklahoman if:

1. You can properly pronounce Eufaula, Gotebo, Okemah, and Chickasha.

2. You think that people who complain about the wind in their states are sissies.

3. A tornado warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.

4. Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.

5. You've ever had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day.

6. You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to the door, but by the availability of shade.

7. Stores don't have bags, they have sacks.

8. You see people wear bib overalls at funerals.

9. You think everyone from a bigger city has an accent.

10. You measure distance in minutes. ("I'm about 5 minutes away.")

11. You refer to the capital of Oklahoma as "The City."

12. It doesn't bother you to use an airport named for a man who died in an airplane crash. (Will Rogers Airport)

13. Little smokies are something you serve only for special occasions.

14. You go to the lake because you think it is like going to the ocean.

15. You listen to the weather forecast before picking out an outfit.

16. You know cowpies are not made of beef.

17. Someone you know has used a football schedule to plan their wedding date.

18. You have known someone who has had one belt buckle bigger than your fist.

19. A bad traffic jam involves two cars staring each other down at a four-way stop, each determined to be the most polite and let the other go first.

20. You know in which state "Miam-uh" is and in which state "Miam-ee" is.

21. You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, and bait all in the same store.

22. Your "place at the lake" has wheels under it.

23. A Mercedes Benz is not a status symbol. A Ford F350 4x4 is.

24. You know everything goes better with Ranch.

25. You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned how to multiply.

26. You actually get these jokes and are "fixin" to send them to your friends..

27. Finally, you are 100% Oklahoman if you have ever heard this conversation:

"You wanna Coke?"


"What kind?"

"Dr. Pepper."

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The Law Is The Law

So if the U.S. government determines that it is against the law for the words "under God" to be on our money, then, so be it.

And if that same government decides that the "Ten Commandments" are not to be used in or on a government installation, then, so be it.

I say, "so be it," because I would like to be a law abiding US citizen.

I say, "so be it," because I would like to think that smarter people than I are in positions to make good decisions.

I would like to think that those people have the American public's best interests at heart.


Since we can't pray to God, can't Trust in God and cannot post His Commandments in Government buildings, I don't believe the Government and its employees should participate in the Easter and Christmas celebrations which honor the God that our government is eliminating from many facets of American life.

I'd like my mail delivered on Christmas, Good Friday, Thanksgiving & Easter. After all, it's just another day.

I'd like the U.S. Supreme Court to be in session on Christmas, Good Friday, Thanksgiving & Easter as well as Sundays. After all, it's just another day.

I'd like the Senate and the House of Representatives to not have to worry about getting home for the "Christmas Break." After all it's just another day.

I'm thinking that a lot of my taxpayer dollars could be saved, if all government offices & services would work on Christmas, Good Friday & Easter. It shouldn't cost any overtime since those would be just like any other day of the week to a government that is trying to be "politically correct."

In fact....

I think that our government should work on Sundays (initially set aside for worshipping God...) because, after all, our government says that it should be just another day....

If this idea gets to enough people, maybe our elected officials will stop giving in to the "minority opinions" and begin, once again, to represent the "majority" of ALL of the American people.

SO BE IT...........

Please Dear Lord,
Give us the help needed to keep you in our country!

'Amen' and 'Amen'