REFLECTIONS of 2013

As I look back on 2013 I am was blessed in so many ways. The year came in with a kiss….I can’t say I’d ever had a new years kiss, or at least don’t ever remember one. I think that would be something you’d never forget. Yes, I had dates but always avoided the kiss. Don’t ask why because I don’t have an answer. And when I was married, we didn’t celebrate the New Year and I was always asleep by the stroke of midnight.

My passion for writing was ignited. A passion that got buried with an “I do”. A passion that God instilled within my soul and I shall grip with all my strength to never release again. It shall be for Gods glory forward and I am worthy of the fruits within: joy, peace, kindness, love, gentleness, goodness, faithfulness, patience and self-control…and pray the would touch the lives of others through the inspiration of my writings.

I was blessed with fishing. Conversation on the water. Sometimes we never spoke a word but knew exactly what we each had to say. Deep conversation. Conversation that comes with connection. But, it wasn’t just fishing. It was seeing….seeing Gods masterpiece of beauty around me. Sunsets so breath-taking that words could never describe, but I was able to capture with my camera. And, each time I look at those photos I am blessed yet again to see that beauty and remember those fishing moments.

I was blessed with the enjoyment and desire of photography. I’d played with the camera several times. Even took some pictures of families when I was in St. Louis. But, I just took the pictures. I never really “focused” on what I saw through the lens. I was blessed to capture some pretty amazing photos.

I was blessed with realizing I take my eyes for granted. Applying too much pressure to my right eye while on vacation, I literally popped the eye out of socket. It was extremely painful and my sight was blurring for quite some time. Doctors said it would recover the sight but it would be months. And it was. To this day I still have problems: swelling, blurred vision, pain…..but I have sight. And for that I praise God. Should I ever loose my sight let me always be reminded of the beauty of Gods creation that I looked at but never truly seen. I now know….don’t just see it..feel it!

I was blessed with so much laughter. Giggle breaks upon giggle breaks. Massive quantities of laughter! Some I only remember the laughter and not what was said or done. Tears turned to laughter. Laughter at trying to learn new things. Especially one item called a “SheWee” and trying to master the technique. (Please look up SheWee) Some moments and conversation, oh I can remember what was said, but I can’t repeat it. LMBO.  The best laughter was recent and all I will write is…. it pertained to hot peppers. I literally laughed until I pee’d my pants.

I was blessed with music. Trying to play an instrument. There was enough enjoyment that I’m looking into continuing a lesson.

I was blessed with bundles and bundles and bundles of fresh produce. Absolutely delicious!

I was blessed with new adventures, experiences, and taste tests.

I was blessed with the beginning of wedding plans with my son, Tyler and his beautifully spirited fiance’ Heather. That wedding will take place May 31, 2014.

I was blessed with finding a home to rent where I could have my 2 fur babies: Sunshine & Raven. A home with a fenced yard where they can run & bark. A home that sits across from a field with 3 elegant and graceful horses. One just a baby but growing rapidly. What a blessing to watch him grow.

I am blessed with being healthier than I’ve been in many, many years. A healing stopped me from having to carry Pepto in my purse 24/7.

I was blessed with friendships that I hold near and dear. Friendships with people who are closer than some of my own family members. True realization that BLOOD DON’T MATTER.

I was blessed with love. Love that taught me to trust again….to let my guard down….to believe in me. Love that taught there are new journeys, adventures and experience to still be had.

Thank you, God!!

Forgive me for whining about things you did not bless me with. For deep within my soul I know the blessings I hoped, prayed and wished for that didn’t come the way I wanted them…..did and will come the way YOU will them.

I can’t wait to see how you rock my socks in 2014!

Let the blessings begin!

Happy New Year to All.

Blessings,

Bo

12/31/2013

Uncle Steve

Tonight....heaven gained an angel. My uncle, Steve Davenport. 
Though I know in my heart he walks with his Heavenly Father, my weeping has begun as my heart is heavy. Losing someone this time of year sucks. The eve of Christmas Eve. 
But, is there truly any time of year that is good for death? 

I had sent a message to Gretchen asking about Christmas Eve plans. Her response knocked me off my feet. "That's fine. Dad just got taken to the hospital in an ambulance. He went into cardiac arrest once and they are still working on him. Please pray for him. PLEASE." It was 8:25pm.

I couldn't get out the door fast enough. It seemed as though the world was in slow motion. As I struggled to get the door locked my prayer seemed like a fumbled football. All over the place. Every direction. Breathe Bo.....breathe.

By the time I picked mom up and got to the hospital to be support for the family, just knowing he was fine......I did not yet know the outcome.
It took me less than 15 minutes.
We saw Tony on the sidewalk. Pacing. Mom asked how uncle Steve was and Tony answered...but his voice was silent. His lips moved. I saw them! But no voice. Then he repeated himself. "He passed." As I hugged him my eyes found Logan across the parking lot. I couldn't get to him fast enough.
Logan pulled me into his big husky arms, buried his head on my shoulder and cried. Repeating..."so much was said and so much was not said".

I headed in the ER. Jason, Bryce....the doors opened and we followed a nurse. The trauma room door opened. There sat Krista and my aunt Sharon holding uncle Steve's hand. My breath was taken away. 

This is the moment when you want to say so many things but you don't know what to say. The most common thing is "I'm so sorry. I know how you feel."
I refuse to say those words. I don't know how they feel. I still have both my parents and no spouse to lose. What the hell do I say? 

But, where's Gretchen? As I walked out of the room and headed towards the ER waiting area those huge doors opened...there hobbled Gretchen followed by John. Gretchen doing everything in her power to remain balanced on her crutches as she wept for her daddy. The embrace between us said it all. I didn't want to let go.

Kelly was in Colorado. Not sure who contacted her but I know Aunt Sharon was talking to her through the fog that seemed to be so thick in the room. 

Text Scot. Call Dad. Text Ty. Call Mike. My list was complete. Am I dreaming?
This is the eve of Christmas Eve. This can't be happening. But it's very real.

"So much was said and so much was not said" kept ringing in my ears. Logan, 22 years old, had said those heart wrenching words. Words of truth.

Those words haunt me. They always have. I've had the fear of having an argument and then losing someone before I could say I'm sorry. But it didn't stop my words or actions. Or not telling someone I love that I love them. Many times I can look right at them and think the words but not speak them.

We are not guaranteed tomorrow. Shoot, we aren't guaranteed 5 minutes from now.

We all say things we regret. The bad thing is we say them without even thinking sometimes. I know no-one who has a tamed tongue. Scripture tells us about taming the tongue in James 3:3-11...

3 When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. 4 Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. 5 Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. 6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.
7 All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, 8 but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.
9 With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. 10 Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be. 11 Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring?

There's not a soul on this earth that has not spoken ill of or to someone they love. Nor is there a soul on this earth that has not gone to bed angry with someone they love. Yet scripture warns us of this in Ephesians 4:26...

"In your anger do not sin"; do not let the sun go down while you are still angry

I'm so guilty. So very guilty. 
What is it? What is it that causes us to feel as though we need to speak harsh to others or can't forgive what's spoken to us. Why can we think the words "I love you" but not speak them in that moment? What a mighty stronghold. What a shame.

When, in the blink of an eye....life ends. And we can never say "I'm sorry" or "I love you."

So much was said....and so much was not said.
My heart is heavy and I weep.

12/23/2013

LABOR & DELIVERY

LABOR & DELIVERY

Labor & Delivery….the simplest of words, yet so very complex. Labor is intense. Hard-core and usually full of pain. When most people think of labor they think of the  labor of bearing a child. The horror stories that women hear of the pain & pressure endured to deliver a child. Then comes the breathtaking moment of the delivery. The silence. When the intense hard-core pain subsides and you anxiously await the subtle scream of a child.

Is it not, that we go through the labor of life? The challenges, storms, love, heartbreak, & growth of it all. How ever do we get through it? With every challenge we face we have no choice but to grow from the experience. For every storm our lives encounter, again labor brings growth. With every love there is disappointment and heartbreak. With every love and every heartbreak there is growth.

But every single time we experience labor we are delivered through the pain. We are delivered through God. Did Gods son not endure the cruelest labor ever? He carried his cross through the village. I can’t imagine the weight of that cross…not just physically but mentally. Knowing in the end He would be hung to die on that cross. Yet, His last wish… “Father, forgive them. For they know not what they do.” His greatest prayer as He was being delivered.

The hardest labor is to deliver your child.

Just as God delivered Jesus….. for the pain of our sins.

Blessings,

Bo

12/18/2013

PASSION ON PAPER

I’m not so sure people truly understand this thing called passion. They wander through life without experiencing the passion of life’s experiences. They do what they need to do just to get it over and done with. But there is no passion. No drive from the heart.

On a dating website most people describe themselves as Caring, whitty, fun, trustworthy, independent, easy going.  They focus on materialistic objects. Their car, their house, their motorcycle, and/or their boat. It’s all superficial. Those are things. Those items don’t make you who you are.

But the people lack something. They aren’t telling me what they're passionate about. What makes your heart tick? They don’t know who they are. I want to know who you are. They try to hold conversations but it just doesn’t go anywhere because there is no passion. There’s no drive. No heart. It’s as though they are lifeless with objects.

Passion isn’t an object. It’s a crave. A crave beyond anything else. Not to just exist. But, to exist with life. Zest. To give your all in everything at every moment. Most people can say they are passionate about one or two things but in reality we should be passionate about all things. Passion of our hearts.

We should be passionate about waking up. We should be passionate in what we strive to be. Know who we are. Live life with zest!

One thing I’m extremely passionate about is writing. It’s a blessing from God. It comes pretty easy for me. Well, I say it comes pretty easy. The thoughts come and I scribble and scribble until it all comes together and sometimes that might take days. But, I don’t want to just write anything. I want to passionately inspire others while sharing God's love. To have others feel love through the passion on paper. To write from my heart.

I’m guilty of not being passionate about all things all the time. But this is a new day …and I’m stepping forward. Wont you step with me?

What's your passion??????

Blessings,

Bo

12/4/2013

Thanksgiving 2013

The Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness & self-control. There is no law against these things! (Galatians 5:22-23)

Are we so busy that we can not stop and be thankful for these wonderful blessings God has prepared for us? They are priceless!

They are there for the taking. Not things you have to try to get. They are instilled upon your heart. They are to be shared. Given, freely.

LOVE everyone.

Never let anyone steal your God-given JOY.

In all situations there is PEACE. Just breathe.

Our hearts are filled with PATIENCE, even though we don’t think we have it

Shower others with the KINDNESS you would want to be shown.

GOODNESS truly comes from within.

Nothing compares to Gods FAITHNESS.

Have GENTLENESS, as though always holding a baby in your arms.

And with SELF-CONTROL you can stop and think before you act/speak.

On this day of Thanksgiving I am reminded to stop and show these fruits to others. Not just this day but, every day. For I am so, richly blessed.

May you feel the blessing of God and share the fruits of the Spirit.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Blessings,

Bo

11/28/2013

MY DAILY PRAYER

As I put my pen to paper, close my eyes, I give to you my heart, mind & soul. May I become the vessel that is able to deliver a message to just one person through the journals of my heart…

Let it be for your Glory!!!

For so long I’ve refrained from writing. I convinced myself I wasn’t good enough. I was unworthy.  
Now that’s a word, isn't it?!?! A word that I have spoken many times, not just where writing is concerned… but in many realms of my life.

Unworthy.

I’ve said it about learning new things.

I’ve said it about new relationships.

I’ve said it about falling in love.

I’ve said it about receiving love.

I’ve said it about being a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend.

I’ve even said it about following Christ.

I am guilty.

It’s a word that is like smoke. The smallest amount of smoke will fill an entire room in seconds. You instantly smell it. 

Speaking the word unworthy is much of the same. As soon as it’s even thought, before you ever speak it, it has consumed your entire mind.

And it's far from the truth.

I am worthy!!

Worthy of learning new things.

Worthy of new relationships.

Worthy of falling in love.

Worthy of being loved.

Worthy as a mother, daughter, sister, friend.

Worthy of not only following Christ but sharing His Word and His Promises of love with others.

So let me pray this again….

As I put my pen to the paper, close my eyes, I give to you my heart, mind & soul. May I become the vessel that is able to deliver a message to just one person through the journals of my heart because…I am worthy!  Let it be for your Glory!!!

Blessings,
Bo
11/26/2013

FORGIVENESS

FORGIVENESS:

As a young teenage girl, I was angry. I was angry at the world. It took little to  nothing to set my rage into full force. It didn’t matter if it was the way you looked at me, maybe something you said to me, or I simply was in a bad mood from waking up. I couldn’t explain the turmoil within my soul. And little did I know then that it had to do with forgiveness.

Back then I’m not sure I really even understood what forgiving was. I could be mad and tell someone I forgave them but, the next time they upset me this flood of emotions would erupt and the wrong they did before was present yet again. You never knew when my temper might rear its ugly head.

As a young adult I learned to not allow the “old thing” you said or did to me come to the forefront. It remained in the past. You see this so many times in relationships. There’s an argument (example) Your boyfriend goes out with the guys and doesn’t call you when he said he would call. He says he’s sorry, and you say you forgive him but, the next time you have a disagreement, about anything, you bring it up saying, “well, remember back when you did ____….” And you spout it out before you even think about it. And most times it has nothing to do with whatever is happening in the moment. But you haven’t truly forgiven because you’ve allowed it to work its way into your words.

I think many people “think” they forgive others but, in honesty, deep down within their heart they are so hurt that they hang on to what happened in the past.

Several years ago I experienced true forgiveness. I worked side by side with a youth pastor. One day he received a call that there had been an accident with his mother at her home. When he arrived at her home he was told she had been murdered by her boyfriend. I was not present when he arrived at his mothers home. However, I was told that his words about the man who had done this terrible deed were something like, “He, too, is Gods child and must be forgiven.” This didn’t mean he didn’t feel this man needed to pay the price for murder. When I heard he had said those words I cried in anger. How in the world could he forgive someone like that for what he did to his mother? I truly did not understand.

As I grew to know Christ and grew to know this youth pastors heart and his love for Christ I learned that with all his power he not only talked the talk of living by Gods word but he was walking the walk. Is the pain of losing his mother to such a tragic death gone? No. It’s something he deals with every day of his life. And everyday he forgives.

I always speak my mind. If you make me mad, I tell you. If you hurt my feelings, I tell you. And occasionally, anger sparks within. I can honestly say recently my feelings were deeply hurt and due to anger I wanted to say some very mean things to the person who inflicted this pain upon my heart. But I refrained. I was honest with them about wanting to say very mean things to them but, instead I shared that God calls me to be a better person. He calls me to forgive.

That event reminded me of something I wrote about a year ago. It was something like this:

Have you ever not forgiven yourself for something? Who are you to be that mighty? If God forgives you and you can’t forgive yourself, are you not putting yourself higher then Him?

He died to wash away our sins! So we could have eternal life! How much more forgiveness could we ask for?

As flesh, many never admit, nor say they are sorry and they never ask to be forgiven. The important thing is that you forgive. For when you do it releases the negativity that holds you back from healing.

Blessings,

Bo

11/25/2013

A NEED FOR DISTRACTION

A NEED FOR DISTRACTION

When you’re in the wilderness you have nothing. No family. No friends. No internet. Just you, nature and your thoughts. The whirlwind of thoughts that bog us down.

Instead of sitting quietly in the vast element of His creation our untrained mind has a need for distraction. This need for distraction runs deep within. Any distraction. With nothing around us we still feel the need to be distracted in order to not feel the pain. The cry of our heart.

What am I going to do now? How do I feel about things? I’m so hurt. Can I ever love again? Why?

It’s not for us to ask why? It’s for us to sit quietly and patiently for God to guide us. But our mind must be trained to be still. Be still and know He is God. To fully rely on our faith and His promises.

He will NEVER forsake us. (Deut 31:8)

Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge HIM and HE shall direct your path. (Proverbs 3:5-6)

We need to train our minds. Allow the silence to take over the thoughts. To sit in wait. Wait upon the Lord. Be still.

Be still and know that I am God. (Psalm 46:10)

When in the wilderness you have nothing; yet you have everything.

Blessings,

Bo

11/23/2013

WHEN LOVE IS REAL....

When love is real…..

You don’t just get a promise, you get a commitment.

You don’t just get a body to lay down with, you get a heart that loves you to wake up with.

You don’t just get a partner, you get a soul mate that knows your being.

Their actions follow through with their words.

They deliver on being the person you need them to be. Selflessness.

You don’t just get honesty, you get loyalty.

Honesty doesn’t make them faithful – loyalty does.

Honesty doesn’t make them a good person, it just makes them not a liar.

A loyal heart can only be trusted.

A loyal heart will never put himself in a position to have to tell the truth about a lie.

With a loyal heart you don’t just communicate, you connect.

A loyal heart that loves you will not feed your insecurities, it starves them.

You don’t just tell someone they are special, you make them feel it.

You don’t just tell someone you love them, you show it.

A loyal heart will have unsolicited appreciation. And unguarded openness.

Don’t question a loyal heart if they’ve given you no reason to doubt it.

Unknown Path

Unknown Path

Can you hear it? I hear it but do not see it. It grows louder and louder but still no where in sight. The train whistle.

Can you hear it now?

I know that train is on the tracks with a destination unknown to me. Trains comes through here several times a day. Each on its own journey. A destination. But they are bound, with the whistle blowing, to arrive on schedule. When they come to the area of the track where there are choices the conductor chooses which track will take the train in the direction in which it should travel. By a simple flip of a switch.

But is it that simple? A simple flip of a switch? The answer to the day old question….where do I go from here?

We are the train. God is the conductor. The whistle is our cry out. We cry out to let all know our fears of the unknown path. God  knows the path. He has chosen it for us. A path to prosper us and not to harm us. (Jerm 29:11)

Sometimes God will take you down the path that you wanted just to show you it was not the path that you needed.

Blessings,

Bo

10/24/2013

DEDICATION

Dedication……

Complete and whole hearted devotion. That is dedication. Think about that for a moment. Who has that? Who can truly say they have complete and whole hearted devotion?

Well, I experienced that this past weekend at a gigantic flea market. How do those vendors do it? How do they go to these festivals day in day out, weekend in weekend out, setting up, unpacking, packing and taking their prize possession with them to the next event? I stand amazed!

THAT, my friends, is dedication!

I saw everything you could imagine being sold. Bubble gum to antique furniture. I, myself, found a beautiful vase. Yes, I bought it. I saw so many things I wanted to buy, but refrained. Glenn, on the other hand, went with a list of things in mind. He found everything he had on his list. It was a treat to watch him in his element of search. That, too, was dedication. He didn’t just buy the first thing he saw. He actually had a little notebook and wrote down where he saw it and then he continued to search to see if he could find something he liked better.  In some cases he did and in some cases we went back for items. My vase was one we went back for. I can proudly say I purchased it with particular flowers in mind and together they look beautiful. My entire investment… $7.

Im still mesmerized by the dedication of the vendors. How on earth do they do it? Bartering, and ready to make a deal. But to do it day in and day out…no way I could be a vendor like that. Im selfish and enjoy my weekend way to much to sit in the hot humid weather, watching people digging through my items to find their prize possession.

When you stop to think about it…what would you say you are dedicated to with complete and whole hearted devotion?

Blessings,

Bo

UNBRIDLED

Driving this morning I was so inspired by all the colors of the scenery. Every cloud, every ray of sunshine, every green field, every yellow or white lily, fields of purple flowers....but my favorite, which caused me to pull over on the side of the road, was an Amish man working on training a horse. I sat parked just in awe of the beauty of the animal and the patience of his teacher. The horse was unbridled and being a bit stubborn. But when the man placed the bridle on, the structure of the bridle seemed to bring comfort to the horse and allowed him to be a bit more focused. It was as though that beautiful horse knew discipline of the bridle brought focus and he was ready to obey his teacher.

As I drove away my mind drifted to the thought....How are we any different? When we are unbridled we seem to become unfocused. We do things on our own, at our pace, our will, we speak without thought and we don't follow or do what we are truly "lead" to do. But, with the guidance of the bridle we have no choice to bring our focus back.

When we surrender and place the bridle on, we become focused on our Teacher. His word. His command. It is then that we learn to become more disciplined to follow Him, trust Him, believe His word and realize He loves us.

My morning was beautifully blessed with the sight of the horse and his teacher. Most importantly, my Teacher sent a clear message to follow, trust, believe and know He loves me.

May you be incredibly blessed today!

Bo Hayth

05-02-2013

WHAT WOULD YOUR SIGN SAY?

I've been still for a few days, pondering over something I read. Not sure how I feel on the matter. Do I get angry at the ignorance of the comment or do I just sit back and watch, listen, read and ponder on what everyone thinks.

Recently, I read where a comment was made about the many pictures bombarding a social media website of children holding pictures saying, "1000 likes and I'll beat cancer." Or a child holding a picture saying "I've kicked cancers butt."

The comment made was similar in saying...."No sign is ever going to make a child better so why encourage them to hold it up, take a picture and post it." The first thought I had was, "This guys a jerk!"  But, in a sense is he blessed? 

Blessed that he doesn't have a son or daughter who is fighting with a struggle over a non curable disease such as cancer. A child who doesn't scream out in pain as they are getting injections after injections, having a new port put in because the old one was worn out. A child who isn't puking their guts up from the chemo and who has little strength to hold their head up off the pillow from the radiation. A child who is not sick, whom he doesn't have to watch whither away and there is not one thing that Father or Mother can do to take the pain away from their child.

I do not know the man who made the comment. But my heart cries out for him. I praise God that if he has children may they always be healthy. And if he doesn't have children, then one day when he does, may they always be healthy.

Those of us who have children have heard the words, "Mommy, please make the pain stop. Pleeaasseee, make it stop." And as our eyes fill with tears we reply, " I wish I could, honey." All while praying, begging, and pleading to God...."take this from my child and put it on me. Please God, help.  I will give you my life, just please take this horrible thing away from my child."

So, the way I see it.....these children battle the cancer demon day in and day out. If taking a picture of them holding a sign saying "I beat cancer" or "If I can get 1000 likes I can beat cancer"...then let me get my camera and take a picture of a smiling child in that very moment. Cancer takes the lives of so many children...that might just be their last smile. If I had to take a picture of me holding a sign....my sign would say, "I'M PRAYING FOR YOU!"  What would your sign say?

I am blessed with a child who does not have an incurable disease. But my heart breaks for the families who struggles, day in and day out, that I cant even fathom.

Blessings,
Bo


This is dedicated to all the families who struggle with the battle of cancer.

SIT BACK & RELAX - written 10/14/2012

SIT BACK & RELAX

I’m headed on a journey

The only way to find my way back…

To learn how, once again,

Sit Back & Relax

In you enter, with a heart

So calm & true…

A journey down a gravel road

Same destination, two views

I want to know the calmness

That fills the cavity of your soul…

And Sit Back & Relax with a heartbeat

A rhythm only your heart knows

I want to Sit Back & Relax

Just Stop & Breathe for awhile…

As I take in all you have to give

Because you simply make my heart smile

The things that connect us

Things simple ~ yet true…

Can always be found when I Sit Back & Relax

Close my eyes and think of you.

Bo Hayth

10/14/2012

Written, after a long drive on a country gravel road and spending time with Glenn McIntosh. After hearing a tune designed by Glenn and my first experience playing with a guitar.  Glenns question was…”Can you put words to it?”  My answer, with a smile was, “Yes.  I think I can.”

(I had not written anything in over 12 years.) 

Twigs

As many of you know, we recently found a baby kitten. I brought it into our home on August 1, 2013 and we tagged it with the name of “Twigs”. Why Twigs? Well, we thought it was a name that could fit either a male or female and quite frankly that’s exactly where we found it….In a bunch of evergreen twigs.

Caring for a baby kitten isn’t hard but, it takes discipline and patience. Twigs needs to eat every couple hours and he sleeps most the time since he’s so small. You would think when he wakes that he would be ready to eat and would be still and eat. Not! He’s hungry and screaming his head off and wiggling all over the place. I can’t get the syringe in his mouth fast enough, nor can I get his paws out of my way to be able to make feeding an easy process. In order for him to survive he must eat and I must have patience in feeding him.

Today as I sat outside trying to wrestle this 4 ounce kitten, who felt like a 700 pound tiger I realized that I was aggravated. It wasn’t going my way. I had things to do and the feeding process wasn’t going smoothly.

Does God feel this way when we kick and scream and do things “our” way. We need and want to be feed but can’t seem to settle down enough to receive what we need from His Word. God has so many promises for us. Joshua 23:14 tells us “Gods promises never fail”. Psalm 34:17 promises us “He hears the cries of the righteous”.

When we sleep He restores us with restful sleep. When we thirst He will fill us with living water if we ask. SO the next time you feel something missing and you have a hunger, look to God. He is waiting for you to let Him guide and feed you. He is a gracious God and His mercy never fails. Most importantly He wants to see you grow closer to Him for your needs. He has plans for you……BIG PLANS. Jeremiah 29:11

My prayer for you….May your dreams be as large as the dreams God has for you.

Blessings,

Bo

8/14/2013
NOTE.................................TWIGS is a SHE! LOL

FORECAST - written 5/3/2013

Forecast: Scattered showers.  Sky looks nice to me. There are a few clouds, but nothing that looks like rain. The clouds look like huge bunches of cotton candy.  It’s a bit overcast, but all in all, a nice morning.

I find so much peace, in the mornings, sitting on the back patio. Spending time in the Word, prayer and then working on things for the planning of my 30^th class reunion.  As the day goes on, I occasionally peek out from under the patio table umbrella that shades me and my laptop. Shaking my head, I wondered about a scattered shower.

I completed my tasks, gathered my things and went inside. I had some errands to run, so I got everything ready to deliver where it needed to delivered and went on my way. Then I was headed to Glenn’s for the evening.

As I drove to Glenn’s, in my rear view mirror I could tell the sky was doing some spectacular changing. I know I learned the names of the types of clouds back in school but, I have no clue what they’re called now. Glenn was in the garden when I arrived. The sky was so active. AH! A sprinkle….then another…then it began a pretty good downpour. Not hard. But enough to have the rain get you wet and cause a shiver. So we headed into the house.

All the sudden there was silence.  It was over.  That’s it?  That’s what you called a scattered shower? Glenn went to clean up and I went out on the porch.  The clouds were amazing! Rolling, twisting, some moving right, some moving left. The colors were incredible shades of grey and I walked out into the field to get a better look at the sky. 

There I stood, looking up into the sky, mesmerized by the dancing of the clouds. Then it hit. It hit me right dead smack in the face, a drenching downpour of rain.

And all I could do was stand there. Stand there and get soaked to the heart. The heart of heavy burdens. The heart that had been longing and praying for a good cleansing.

As I continued to stand there looking up, I spread my arms out and as I enjoyed every drop of rain that fell upon me I began to cry. But the rain washed the tears away just as fast as they dripped from my eyes.  At that very moment, I remembered, I need not carry the burdens in my heart. God will carry them for me if I give them to him.

Proverbs 3:4-6 says: Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Lean not on your own understandings. In all your ways acknowledge HIM and HE shall direct your path.

I prayed for a cleansing and I received it, but it was only when I stopped and looked up mesmerized by the work of the Almighty.  I took the focus off me and was thanking Him as I watched Him create a masterpiece of grey art in the sky.  It was then and only then, when my focus was back on Him, I was drenched.

(written May 3, 2013)

A New Beginning

Today marks a milestone in my life. A complete new, unchartered, adventure for me. Beginning a Blog. Not quite sure what I'm truly doing at this point but, I'm sure as time goes on I will master this beast that shall share my inner thoughts, poetry and writings. My prayer is this blog will be inspiring not only to those who know me but, those who will come to know me through each of you.

My first few posts might be things you've already read from my journal. Then again...maybe not. But, they are mine. They are not copied from anyone else and may not be copied by you without my permission.

I am blessed so many of you asked me to start a blog. I am truly blessed beyond measure. God is my inspiration. However, many of you have played a big role in helping me see things with a fresh new look. (Thank you)  Many of my writings are based on true experiences and/or adventures and my ultimate goal is that you may read my journey and feel as though you were there...in that moment.

Thank you for following my blog and may you be incredibly blessed!
Standing Firm,
Bo