last one of the year

I have to say I have missed blogging and since this is the last for the year I thought I would share a little about me and the last little while. I usually love the Holidays but this year I could have done with out them and I am relieved Christmas is over. I do not know why I had a sudden sadness come over me but I did and now I look forward to the coming year and hope that I accomplish more than this one. I miss my friend Reese so much and feel a little jipped (if that is a word) at not getting to see her while she is in The Dalles and that transporting stuff she was talking about would really come in handy now if only for a while.. anyway we my whole family including my hubby are3 going to church and we all love it I got him a Bible for Christmas and he reads it to us sometimes. well here is to all those that read this and those that don't have a safe and productive new year. God Bless

Billie

Hi it has been a while a really long while so sorry about all of that but I am not connected real well to the world right now but I will try to be more often. anyway when I get the chance I will write more so Happy New yaer and I hope the next will be blessed for all

Billie

13 years and counting

I have a hard time believing that on Monday I will have been married for 13 yes 13 years only 2 years and 11 days after my friend Reese. the ups and downs and everything else seems unimportant compared to a commitment that has lasted for richer and poorer in sickness and health to reach a day that blows me away see we were engaged for 1 week and got married much to my friends distress she was not there and I will always be sorry not to have shared that day with her. it put a strain on us for along time but we made up and I love her more today than ever she is like a third sister to me. yes 13 years and counting lets see what the next 13 bring.

Friendship hall of fame

who would of guessed I would be in any hall of fame. I have to say I am truly honored and giddy and blessed to be chosen for it by my totally cool and steller (hehe) friend at kickin it in crazyville Reese and I have had so many adventures and maybe just maybe I might get my nosed pierced just for you. we made an agreement to do lots of things not all happened but thats okay one I remember is we decided that all of our kids will have two middle names mine do and I know two of hers does what about the little ones Reese? anyway thank you you made my day:) love you tons
Billie

Know and Tell Friday

.Who would you rather be for a day: your best friend or your worst enemy?
.Could you work with your best friend?
.Do you think it would be a blast or a nightmare to blog with a friend?
.Could you share an email account with any of your friends?
.You have a day to take a friend out and have fun. Describe the day.
.Could you switch lives with a good friend? What would you find to be better/easier/nicer than your own life, and what would be really difficult for you?
.Bonus Non-Friend Related Question:
Are there any of these products you might be willing to eat?


1. my best friend Reese from kickin it in crazyville
2. I think so
3. to share in something so fun as blogging would be a tresure to me
4. yeah I could
5. a sunny day with a picnic just the two of us at a park or the beach remembering old times and making plans for the future and making memories of all of it.
6. no I would never wish my life on anyone

7. no way

Hi it has been a while I am just checking in to let people know I am alive anyway I do not get to the computer as often as I would like anyway hey and TTFN Billie

To Reese with love

I have been thinking about my friend Reese at kickin it in crazyville and this song came to mind we sang it at my sisters wedding but it means so much more she is my ultimate best friend in the world and for about 23 years with some rough times we are still friends although she is in England and we rarely see or talk and I miss her tons I am dedicating this to Reese from me with all my love in my heart for her. does anyone else have a friend like that I would love to hear about it:)

Good Pastures Syndrome

Have you heard of it? well not many have it affects 1 in 2 million people it is an autoimmune disease that kills the kidneys affects the lungs and heart sounds bad well it is in October of 07 Kristina Aberle had 100% kidney function now she has none she is in need of a transplant. Krissy is 21 years old I work with her mom and I am heading up fundraisers to help the family with expenses Krissy gets dialysis every other day and the plasma is separated from her blood and the red blood cells put back in the antibodies in the plasma attack the kidneys and that is where she is now. A donation account has been set up in her name at Bank of the west. we had a car wash on Saturday and raised $1,357.42 only a drop in the bucket for the bills that are piling up all the prayer and support from anyone that chooses will be greatly appreciated. Krissy is not out of the woods she was released after 3 weeks in the hospital but she could still die if it gets to her lungs they will hemorrhage and there is not a whole lot they can do please pray for her and the family

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I had a bad day yesterday God

I had a bad day yesterday God and I did not like it I yelled a bit and cried and even ignored the one thing to give peace. I had a bad day yesterday God and I am ready to say I am sorry instead of holeing up and being grumpy I should have basked in the sun with you. I had a bad day yesterday God and today is a little better with your hope and strength for tomorrow it will be brighter. I had a bad day yesterday God I ask for your wisdom so that each day from today on is filled with your guidance. forgive me God for the way I am and lend me a helping hand so that my tomorrow's are brighter. Teach me I am the clay and you are the potter I had a bad day yesterday but you made it better.

Thanks be to God

I am keeping this short and sweet but I have to say how good God is unfortunately we live pay check to pay check and it gets tight especially if I don't work. but today I went to check on my bank account to see what is going through and so on and I had way to much money in there and I started to worry my insurance did not take out my payment so I called them and asked. what I was worried about is my loan going through and then no money for my insurance because my loan is due Thursday. but low and behold the insurance company stopped all auto pays due to weather and the chance the people may not get to the bank but they. offered two choices one of which I jumped on either do a check over the phone which takes forever or pay it over the next eleven months the latter I took so I was able to pay my loan early and have a few extra dollars for gas and the pay check this week can go to putting me ahead on other bills I am thankful to God for providing a way to do it.

2 things

I got this off just another day in Paradise thanks
2 things you like: snow and sun
2 things you hate: fighting and mold
2 things you want right now: home and property
2 things you want in life: love and God
2 things you are doing right now: blogging and thinking
2 things you'd rather be doing: reading and sitting in the sun
2 things you hear right now: heater and typing
2 things you smell right now: clean air ........
2 things that are right in front of you: computer and slide screen
2 things that are behind you: computers and people
2 things that make you happy: kids and books
2 things that make you sad: fights and death
2 things you think will happen tomorrow:work and cold
2 things you know will happen tomorrow: go to work and go home
2 people you will tag: whoever wants to and those that dont

Dreams are a wish your heart makes

I love the movie that song came from but it really has been on my mind today Dreams are things we have as we grow they either happen or they don't. I am reminded that God gives us the desires of our hearts and if a dream is a wish our hearts make than they must be the desires of our hearts right? I am up in the air about that one. I have many dreams and I have yet to see one come true. the desires of my heart are well simple a home one I call my own maybe with some property and to be financially secure so money worries are not there. now I ask is that too much to ask for? I know that God has a plan and our dreams may not be in them but if He is going to give us our hearts desire than when can we expect that to happen. I know we cant rush God he does things in his time and He is never late. my desire is to know Him love Him and give my children the home and the place to play that they dream of so often I know I have been told you have to be specific when you pray and ask God for something. don't settle for second best because God may have had something Perfect in mind. so when I think about a dream is a wish your heart makes I want to think that God is waiting for the perfect time to make my dream come true.

How smart is your right foot?

This is crazy. Try it. I did it several times I got this in my email
Billie


How smart is Your Right Foot?? Just try this. It is from an
orthopedic
Surgeon............

This will boggle your mind and you will keep trying over and over
again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but you can't. It's
preprogrammed in your Brain!

1. WITHOUT anyone watching you (they will think you are GOOFY......)
and
while sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer,
lift
your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.

2. Now, while doing this, draw the number

'6' in the air with your right hand.

Your foot will change direction.

I told you so!!! And there's nothing you can do about it!

You and I both know how stupid it is, but before the day is done you
are
going to try it again, if you've not already done so.

Send it to your friends and frustrate them too

Tag Your It Pass it on

Love ya!!!

One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't anymore. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute." Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say "I love you."

So while we have it . it's best we love it and care for it and fix it when it's broken ... .. and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage . and old cars .. and children with bad report cards and dogs with bad hips and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.

Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what.

Life is important, like people we know who are special. and so, We keep them close!

I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send this to all those people who are "keepers" in your life, including the person who sent it if you feel that way. Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them?

I was thinking...I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.

Let every one of your! friends know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do.

And just in case GOD calls me home .
I LOVE YA!!!
I'm sssoooo glad
you're part of my life!

Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised.

My soul sings

I am grateful I got to speak to my very best friend last night I am sorry I did not see her but I got to talk to her and for that my heart smiles. my friend and I have been friends for 22 years she is in Germany now but moving to England I miss her terribly and I do not get to talk to her often so when I do my day is brighter and my heart lighter and my soul sings. I am reminded that God wants us to feel that way about Him and more often than not we don't. I am making changes in my life and one is to hear my soul sing for God. I have the desire to have my heart shine with His love to all of the world and maybe in England too.

the future

Thinking about all that has happened in the last year can be a little depressing. although if I only think on those things I loose sight of what is truly important such as the Blessings of Family, a roof over my head (even a travel trailer) food for the table and a pillow for my head. the stress in my life has been high and the low feelings keep creping in but somehow I manage to just breath and make it through what ever is my issue at the time. it is funny how as humans we always have issues about one thing or another and we can take them and run and loose complete control. yes I want a real home I would love to be skinny and yes I would love to stay at home and be mom I would love to not have money problems but they are there and ignoreing them is not a solution that will work so as I look to the year ahead I am hopeing for change planning for the future and praying it all pans out in the end Happy Holidays everyone
Billie

Hello

Hello one and all it has been a long while but I came across something today I wanted to share so here it is I hope you enjoy it as much as I did
Billie

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds.

He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.

Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.

If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.

I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.

The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town.
No luck.

The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.

Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop.
It was called the Big Wheel.
An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids.

She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night
until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.

I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.

That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.

When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.

As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.
The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!
There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.

Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered
I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.
Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.
I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.
Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.
A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.
The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.
I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside, and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.
Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.

And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.

As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.

And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.

Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....

THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:

1. "Yes!"
2. "Not yet."
3. "I have something better in mind."

God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.

You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.

My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, and I picked you.

Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed and a copy back to me.

This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards.

Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer:......

Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.
Amen.

A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN

I got this off of myspace this is really good....Billie

A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class.
The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his
father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever
wrote.." It also was the last.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving
home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in
Pickaway C ounty and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck
unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family
portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think
we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of
the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life afte r
death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."

Brian's Essay: The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with
small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles
by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched
from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very
different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my
attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began
flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I
recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew
exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my
life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and s mall, in a
detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled
with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and
exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense
of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if
anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The
titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read,"
"Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some
were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my
brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger",
"Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be
surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I
hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. C ould
it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these
thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each
was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the
files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet
after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it,
shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew
that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through
my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and
drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal
rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these
cards! No one must ever see this ro om! I have to destroy them!" In insane
frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it
and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the
floor, I could not dislo dge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out
a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my
forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With."
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled
on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my
hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They
started in my stomach an d shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I
cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file
shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this
room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the
tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as
He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His
response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw
a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every
one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me
with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my
head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over
and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't
say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of fi les. Starting at one end of
the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over
mine on each ca rd. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say
was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these
cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name
of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card
back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll
ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I
heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and
He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still
cards to be written.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God
so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believe s in Him
sh all not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it
so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the
gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?


You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did
or not, but you will know and so will He.

moving again

God has blessed us abundantly. we have to move yet again but, this time our home goes with us. it is never easy to move even if you have a home that has wheels. the kids love it there but due to circumstances we are not able to stay. I am not worried God will place us where we are supposed to be and I am sure that in due time we will have a permanent home. I pray everyday for God to lead me on the path I am to go and to help me with the things that are difficult for me to take and I am confidant that with My God in charge I will be okay. I am hoping I can participate in the NANOWRIMO this year but if not then well I was not supposed to. God is good and I am grateful for the things he has provided my family.