My Post Picks For July 2019

Man, what a joyous month despite everything that is happening! The devil is not going to steal my joy! Thank you all so much for your support and prayers this month for me, Erin and her ankle, and for my friend Angie! Words can not express how appreciative I am! Let's get the party started… Continue reading My Post Picks For July 2019

My Post Picks For June 2019

I hope everyone has had a great month! I must be honest, with each passing month it gets harder and harder choosing which posts touch my heart because you all write such great posts! Thank you all for allowing the Lord to speak to us through your words! With that said, here are the ones… Continue reading My Post Picks For June 2019

My Post Picks For May 2019

Before I give you my picks for this month I need to thank all of you for sticking with me through my ups and downs on this roller coaster ride we call life. Your prayers, thoughts, and comments have kept me sane, for it seems life doesn't just throw dear ole Stu a curve ball… Continue reading My Post Picks For May 2019

My Post Picks For March 2019

What a month this has been! The same day I get laid off my best friend gets let go and subsequently kicked out on the street by her boyfriend. Thankfully she is staying with friends. She has kept in contact with me. She is now employed. Thank you God! And I can hear a smile… Continue reading My Post Picks For March 2019

TeamWork #1: Life’s Canvas

Tosin shared this with me the other day as a comment on my post The World’s Largest Puzzle. This is beautiful. I was ensnared from the get go. Her words painting a picture I could not take my eyes off of!

I am a better person from reading this. Thank you Tosin for sharing this with me. Now, I must pass it on!

Alethea's Mind

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An empty canvas stands before us. We stare into the vast spread of nothingness as the artist works through his mind to create an imagery only he can see. We’re left in the dark, we haven’t come to life, yet we trust the one with the brush and all the colours in his hands. His works of the past surely speak for him as we can clearly see, so though we are still wet paint on his pallet, soon we’ll dress the canvas well.

His first coat of white brings us all to life; the birth of every one of us starts the story to be told. Our first cries, each a drop of paint that wears his brush like drapes of silk and wets the surface with every stroke. The canvas, though once white with nothing, looks a lot whiter now, white with life, white…

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