Bald again

I started losing my hair three days ago. This morning I woke up with hair all over my pillow, all over my face, all over the place. In the bathroom I took my hairbrush and within two or three brushings, the brush was full of hair. If that weren't aggravating enough, as I was trying to cook lunch, I had hair falling out as I was trying to cook, even though I stood back as far away from the food as I could. I finally gave up and called Willard to take over. It was then I decided that something had to be done. I called Kim, my daughter in law, to see if she could cut my hair. Well, shave my hair off my head would be more correct. So, I'm bald again. Here's to a play-by-play results of my hairs demise.

And so it goes for many cancer patients.
Until next time, God bless and God save.

I was saying yesterday on Facebook, how good it was to see so many people, giving from their hearts this year. In Kmart's, Walmart's and throughout the country, a few people are giving from their hearts to perfect strangers. What these heroes are doing in touching the lives of these people, will never be completely known.
I was truly touched by two people today. Two ladies that work at Thomas drugstore, Sylvia, who is one of pharmacists, and Diane, a valued employee, went together and purchased Willard and I a gift card from IGA. Those two generous ladies will never know how much they blessed us. With Dr. bills mounting up, and the cost of gas to and from Chapel Hill, well, you can understand how appreciated that card was to us.
I thought they would crack up, as I was talking to them about the dilemma that I was in day before yesterday. Chemo makes me crave things as if I were pregnant. Now, you see Monday, I had eaten pimento cheese sandwiches just about all day. And Tuesday, I had eaten some greens. Now come Wednesday, I was sweating bullets. I had the most awful cramps, that anyone could imagine. Now that cheese, from the pimento cheese was taking it's time. It wasn't in any hurry to go anywhere. But the greens, they were saying giddyup and go. Almost like a cowboy riding a turtle. The cowboy may be in a hurry, but the turtle is going to take its sweet time. Saying I was in agony would actually be an understatement. All I have to say, is think God for miralax. LOL, LOL.
But back again to the gift card. Thank you again Sylvia and Diane, from the bottom of our hearts for your generosity to us. You both have blessed us so much.
Until next time, God bless and God save.

sick but still praising God

I'm kind of sick today. Other than that, I'm doing real well. Willard is cleaning and vacuuming the house. He cooked me a wonderful breakfast of ham and eggs, with a toasted roll to go with it. I am very blessed to have such a wonderful husband as he is. I'm still remembering the little lady when I had chemo before, whose husband walked out on her because he could not handle the everyday of her cancer. And it broke my heart that there are such people on this earth. I just remember how frail she looked, as she sat there pleading for them to give her chemo, even though her blood count was tremendously low. They gave her two units of blood that day and sent her home. I often wonder what happened to her. How many other women and men for that matter that are sick. And in their worst time of need the one they thought loved them the most, walked out on them.
There is someone who will never leave you nor forsake you. That is Jesus. At my lowest times, that old song, what a friend we have in Jesus comes to mind.
What a friend we have in Jesus,All our sins and griefs to bear!What a privilege to carryEverything to God in prayer!Oh, what peace we often forfeit,Oh, what needless pain we bear,All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer!
Have we trials and temptations?Is there trouble anywhere?We should never be discouraged—Take it to the Lord in prayer.Can we find a friend so faithful,Who will all our sorrows share?Jesus knows our every weakness;Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy-laden,Cumbered with a load of care?Precious Savior, still our refuge—Take it to the Lord in prayer.Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?Take it to the Lord in prayer!In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,Thou wilt find a solace there.
And that about says it all, how good to us is our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Until next time, God bless and God save.

This is the first picture after chemo. I feel a little tired. This picture was taken just a few minutes ago. This is the length it's grown since my last chemo. It will start falling out again in about two weeks. I have enjoyed the curls in my hair, since I've never had natural curly hair. It was fun to look in the mirror every morning and see these curls. Oh well, chemo giveth and chemo taketh the way, :-) LOL.
All in all I'm abundantly blessed. I have a wonderful husband who takes care of me, and lots of friends and family members that care, and are there for me.
A verse for today. Proverbs 17:22

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit driest the bones.
I guess what this means, and means to me. That sitting around feeling sorry for yourself all depressed is not going to help you heal. The living in faith, walking with the Lord Jesus, and the feeling, from deep down inside of us, the joy that he gave us all. And knowing all things are in God's hands, God sees everything around us. Even to that one blade of grass swaying in the wind. Go if God cares that much about a blade of grass, don't you know just how much He love us all? Yes God loves us all so much.
Until next time, God bless and God save.

I've been crocheting lately, and as I crochet I have made many, many mistakes. But anybody that crochets knows that a mistake can be pulled out, re-crocheted, and the mistake will never be noticed, because, by redoing there is no longer a mistake. Don't we wish that mistakes that we've made in life could be that easily taken care of. Don't we wish we could simply undo a mistake where it could never be seen, heard of or thought about ever again.
Even when sewing, mistakes can be undone, and re-sewed. But there will always be small signs that a mistake was made. Just as in life, mistakes we have tried to hide. But just as in sewing mistakes, there will always be signs of those mistakes in our lives.
I'm sure in your lives there are many things that you wish you could go back and undo. I know there are many things in my life that I wish I could. It's a good thing that God understands human nature well enough that He understands. And the most wonderful thing of all, He's merciful enough to forgive us when we fail.
I think that is why we read so many stories in the Bible, about mistakes that God's chosen people made. God wants us to realize that He knows we will not be perfect. Take Abraham and Sarah when they lost their faith that Sarah would be the one to have Abraham's son. So they took Sarah's maid Hagar to have Abraham's son. But as we all know that was not God's will nor intention. And what about David? He was beloved by God. And look at all the things that David did wrong. He was guilty of murder, he was guilty of taking another man's wife. And yet God forgave David when he repented. All you have to do is read the Bible to find out that mistakes are just human. Some mistakes are worse than others, but God doesn't see the size of the mistakes. God only sees our hearts when we repent, and ask forgiveness for our mistakes. When God forgives--- He really forgives! Your sin is washed away. kinda like undoing crochet. Never to be seen or heard of again. Yea, Jesus loves us that much! Until next time God bless and God save.

Bible prophecy is being fulfilled and still people don't believe.

I cry every night for lost souls to come to know Christ. I have children and grand children lost in a world of sin. Nieces and nephews who laugh at the mention of serving God.

I have family members who think I'm a joke for believing in the coming of Christ. Does it hurt my feelings? No, It breaks my heart for them and their eternal life. Everyone is going to spend eternity some where. I cry, thinking about people I love spending their eternity in a fiery hell. For all sinners will be cast in the lake of fire with satan when God has His final judgement on mankind.

I ask you---- Is your life and your sins really forth spending eternity in a place where love is dead, where pain never stops. where agony abounds.

It's so simple to escape that kind of eternity. Just give your life over to Jesus Christ. Confess your sins to Him. He is faithful to forgive. He will give you joy beyond all joys.

Until next time, God bless and God save.

I know, I'm still being lazy and not doing too many blogs. I apologize for that.
I did want to write this short blog to give you a few household tips that I've learned lately. I know 62-year-old, but hey I'm still learning.
Number one, last week I purchased some celery from the grocery store. The celery was already limp when I purchased it, as I found out that same afternoon while cutting some up in a salad. I knew that I would want to use it later in the week for stirfry and some other things. I don't know what led me to do so, but I cut the celery in three-inch length's, and put it in a glass jar that I had saved. I used the celery yesterday, actually for the first time. To my utter surprise the celery was crisp, in fact better looking too. I don't know why putting the celery in a enclosed glass jar made a difference, but it did. So next time you have some celery that you're worried about not keeping in your vegetable bin, cut it whatever length you want it, and put it in a jar, maybe you will get the same results that I did.
The next idea is one that I cannot understand what took me so long to discover. As I was rambling around underneath my sink where I keep my pots and pans, where I also keep a dish drainer of which I don't use anymore. I saw all the pot lids lying around here and there under the sink cabinet. I looked at the dish drain rack that I had placed to the side. Like a bolt out of the blue, it struck me. Why not put the lids neatly on the dish drainer rack, that way they would be much neater, plus I would be able to find the correct top to whatever pot I was using.
That's it for today. I pray each and every one of you have a wonderful day.
Until next time, God bless and God save.

Have you ever done anything, and at the time it really didn't make a difference. But later, you realized what you did was wrong. I did, approximately 5 years ago, when I was singing over at Magnolia nursing home, there was a man sitting in the corner. For all appearances he looked like a vagrant. Long hair that looked unwashed. A scraggly beard and what seemed to be very old garments on. He sat quietly as to not draw attention to himself, I really hardly noticed him. I sung for half an hour and Willard gave a Bible message, and when we were ready to leave, we shook hands with each of the residents at the home. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. You see I neglected to shake the man's hand. It didn't seem important at the time. But after we left a verse from the Bible came to me.
Matthew 25:45 Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me. Five years ago, and I still feel the guilt of not shaking that man's hand. And to tell the truth, I feel in my heart that it could have been my Lord Jesus sitting there, and I missed the chance to shake the hand of my Savior. I wonder any way.
But the worse part about it all, #1 What kind of wittness was I? If the man only had me to go by as to what a Christian was, then I was a very poor example and #2 is the fact that I may have made someone who was already down on their luck and most likely felt bad about himself, feel even worse. I may have made him feel less important that anyone else. In fact I most likely did.
I have asked forgiveness many times for that sin on that day. And yes it was a sin. That day still haunts me. I wish that I could find the gentleman and tell him how very sorry I am, and not only shake his hand, but give him a hug.
I'm telling you this story to make you think of how you treat people. It's easy to ignore people that you think are less desirable. But in God's eye we are all the same. There's no difference in us as God sees us, neither wealth, social standing, young or old, nationality, race, fat or thin. It makes no difference. God doesn't see us by any of these standards. The only standard that our Heavenly Father looks at is, has his only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, been accepted by you as Lord and Savior?
It's a fact, some things we do in life, even though forgiven by God, still leave the consequences and hurts of what was done. Things can never be undone. So think about this the next time you pass by a homeless person. And if he has long hair, a beard and old worn clothes on, tell him I'm sorry.
Until next time, God bless and God save.

Sometimes I think that my blogs mean nothing to anyone but myself. But a person named Kim has given me a new attitude and a new reason to not only continue my blog, but try harder to increase the number of blogs. I was at one time doing it every day, but slowed down when my energy went down due to the chemo. Thanks kim, You made my day, really you did.

Kim Bullard BeasleyHello Ms. Joan!....Don't know you personally, but came across your BLOG and Just wanted to tell you that it was a BLESSING to me today! I really enjoyed the one about when you were little and your teacher gave you a lunch tray. This was a great lesson for you just never know how a small act of kindness can affect someone.

Well, just wanted to tell you thank-you for your sharing, heart felt blog. Love the God Bless and God Save too!

Be Blessed Abundantly...Kim
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Until next time God bless and God save.

My grandmother Moore had three children, one girl Margaret and two sons, William Moore which was my father and David Moore which would be my uncle. David Moore, which as I said before was my uncle married a woman named Violet.
Now to tell the story where you'd understand things, I'd have to tell you a little about their personalities. My uncle David was a fun-loving energetic person. He had a kind heart, at least to me he did. I remember uncle David, when he would come to visit He would let me drive his car from my grandmother Moore's house around the block to Aunt Margaret's home. I remember I almost ran into a ditch that was about 3 feet deep. I came so close, and thought surely uncle David would be very upset. He just grinned and said very good save. I'll never forget him. Nor the way he treated me with such loving kindness.
Now Aunt Violet, she was a kind of hateful person to get along with. Even as a child I observed that. She always had greasy cold cream on her face at all times. She did that to keep the wrinkles away. She exercised on a exercise bicycle many hours during the day. You see, she was much older than my uncle David.
Surprise, surprise, I'll never forget one day when we went to visit uncle David. Grandmother Moore went to the house to stay with Violet, but left me at the Dairy Queen where my uncle David worked. The girls at work in the Dairy Queen took me under their arm, and gave me ice cream, and those chocolate cookies that go on ice cream sandwiches. That was a day to remember, but not only for all the goodies. It was that day that I walked in the back room and saw my uncle David kissing one of the employees. I kept my mouth shut, I never uttered a word to anyone, including my grandmother. Not too many months had passed when I heard that uncle David and taken off the California with that same employee. I never saw uncle David again.
Aunt Violet believe it or not, came to stay with us at grandmother Moore's. All day long I'd hear the sound of Hank Snow singing married by the Bible divorced by the law. I heard it so much that I remembered every word in the song. After around six months aunt violet got herself straight and moved back to Raleigh to her home. I'm sure that she had a hard time, but I understand she remarried and lived the rest of her life happy. And that's a good thing. As I listen to Hank Snow sang that song, married by the Bible divorced by the law, I wonder what aunt Violet would've thought about all the divorces this day and age.
Until next time, God bless and God save, and may you all have a wonderful day.

I was listening to Adrian Rogers on my PC this morning. He was talking about controversy. Especially controversy in marriage. He told a right cute joke. Well I thought it was funny anyway.
During an argument, a husband says to his wife, I don't know how you can be so beautiful and so stupid at the same time. The wife replies back to the husband, my beauty is what attracted you to me, my stupidity is what attracted me to you.

Alright chuckle, it was a little funny anyway. LOL.
Until next time, God bless, God save, hoping each and every one of you will have a wonderfully blessed day.

David Jeremiah was giving a message on work's, and he told this little story that I think helps our understanding of earthly work's.
Hope you enjoy it as I did.
There was an expiring artists that was commissioned by a museum to do a sculpture. At last he had the chance to create the masterpiece that he always dreamed of. After laboring over the work for around 20 years, he saw it grow not only in shape but also in beauty. But when he finished, he discovered to his horror that it was too large to be taken out of a window or a door. The cost to move the wall was far above the value of the sculpture. So the sculpture was forever a prisoner of the room it was in. This is the fate of all human religion. Nothing that any human being can do to earn God's favor, can never leave this earth, where the self works were created.
Until next time, God bless and God save. Hoping everyone has a blessed day.

There are angels in the world.

Yes, there are Angels in the world. And here's one of them. Her name is Diane Jackson and she works at Thomas drugstore in Dunn North Carolina.
Diane's a very caring person. She's a peoples person. She has such a great personality, it's almost contagious. She always acts so happy to see the customers that come into, Thomas drug store. She sends thinking of you cards to people that are sick. I know because she has sent me many. The other day I was so surprised. When Willard came home from picking up my medicine, he had the cutest little thing I think I've ever seen. It was a pin with a great big flower on top.
I hope she reads this so I can say one more time thank you so very much Diane, You have brightened many of my days.
If any want a good drug store, that really does have caring people. I highly recommend Thomas drug store. They will go out of their way to meet your needs.
Until next time, God bless, God save and y'all have a great day.


for those who were asking about how I quilted that 100+ x 100+ quilt.. A photograph. The quilt, if you'll remember, was a nine patch. Once again God bless, God save y'all have a great day.

It's funny how things happen, lying in bed last night, the thought ran through my mind as to why God let some things happen as they do. Why does God let small children suffer with illnesses, with abuse. Many of which die agonizing deaths due to the acts of evil and disturbed low life human beings. Why does God let storms and floods kill and maim people all over the earth. Why does it seem, that the righteous people of God suffer daily, while the wicked go around untouched by anything bad.
This morning as I was listening to Adrian Rogers. My Bible opened as usual to the Scripture that he was preaching about. It was Ecclesiastics chapter 1 beginning at verse 1. He preached on the whole book of Ecclesiastics, hitting on the top phrases about life. He talked about our inability to understand exactly what I was thinking about last night. It's kind of amazing. You can be talking to God, asking God the big question, why, and God will answer your prayer, the very next morning. Isn't that something?
All in all, I have the understanding this morning, that we are not suppose to understand why God does what God does. We are to understand that nothing happens without God letting it happen or causing it to happen. All things are in God's hand. Not a blade of grass moves without God moving it.
So we are not suppose to try to figure life out, we are suppose to put our lives in God's hand, and to know that God loves us. And yes we will have good days, and yes we will have bad days. And yes, ugly things will happen in this world. But we are to focus on the knowledge, eternity awaits us! And what a joyous time that will be.
Until next time, may God richly bless you, and God save the loss.

OK so here we go again. I'm pinning a quilt. It's a nine patch, each individual block is 11 1/4 in.square. There are 81 all these 11 1/4 inch squares in the quilt. Plus the 2 inch strips sewn in between each block. So this quilt is 100 and some inches square. My plans are to quilt small designs in each square of the nine patch. So in each nine patch there will be nine designs. Maybe a cherry, and Apple, maybe even cats and dog's. I have six quilts other than this waiting to be quilted. And still more quilt blocks in my sewing room to sew together in quilts. So I'm going to be busy, God willing, for a very long time.
When we can't move around. It's easy to start feeling sorry for yourself, and give up. But as long as we can do anything to stay busy, then our lives feel more useful.
You know, it's really easy to get in a depressive state, and start feeling sorry for ourselves, when we only think about ourselves. But when you start thinking of others, and doing things for other people, the joy starts to grow deep within our hearts. I've noticed most depressed people have their minds on themselves and fall deeper and deeper into a depressive state. All they want to talk about is how miserable their life is. Can't they see, that when you look outward toward others, and get their minds off themselves. They will start to forget that they're depressed, and start enjoying life. So if you're depressed, get out of the house do something for someone else. It will make your day better. And if you keep doing so, your life will be much fuller and richer.
Until next time, God bless and God save.

There's a commercial on TV where this actress is talking about her drug store. I know you have all seen it. For the longest time I was trying to understand what it was about her that looked fake. I watched every time that commercial came on, but I still couldn't put my finger on it. That was until a few nights ago. Then it hit me. This woman's face is so full of Botox her face did not move at all. An expressionless face, only the lips moving.
I guess some women will go to extraordinary measures to hide wrinkles. Joan Rivers has had so many facelifts, she said on TV the other day that looking in the mirror, she wished she knew what she really would have looked like naturally. Many women and men in Hollywood and in the public eye are getting facelifts, getting injected with Botox just so the wrinkles will not show. dying their hair so nary a gray hair will be seen.Vain people trying to look perfect, for a not so perfect world.
I am proud of every gray hair I have. For everyone represents a worry for a loved one, and a prayer to go along with it. Every wrinkle in my face represents a smile, a frown or a wink of the eye. Nothing to be ashamed of. So yes, I may look old and gray-haired but that's The Way God created me. And if God is happy with the way I look, who am I to want to change it.
Until next time God bless and God save.

OK, so I've wanted to make home made pasta ever since I started watching Hell's kitchen and other cooking programs. Well this morning I thought I'd give it a try. I looked on line the other day for a pasta maker/cutter. Well the prices started at almost two hundred dollars and went up from there. Needless to say, no pasta maker for Joan. Well anyway, I put the eggs in the floor and made the pasta. being an avid biscuit maker, and pastry for chicken and pastry maker, I had no problem kneading the dough etc. Well I got the first ball of the three balls of dough rolled out. And my sweetheart of a husband, Willard cut the pasta stripes of the first as I proceeded to roll out the other two. After which I took over hanging the pasta, as Willard cut.
Some here it is. wish me good luck on the cooking later.
And may I say the place mats were designed and made my lol, me.lol
Until next time God bless and God save.

Willard and I went to the nursing home this morning for our usual Friday singing and Bible lesson. lol I truly believe that Willard and I are the ones learning from the experience. Mr Maynard has a way of telling the most wonderful stories of anyone I know. Some of which are just a few years old and some of many years ago. Today he was telling a story about a sheet, yes a white flat bed sheet. He told the story of when he came home from the army right after the war. Which war I couldn't tell you, because I did not want to interrupt his story by asking. He said he came home to a bed sheet hanging on his house with welcome home painted on it. He told of all his family,neighbors and friends that had signed the sheet. I could see he was mentally going back in time by the smile on his face. He told of how when he came to the nursing home,his son had taken care of the sale of his home and the dispensing of his belongings to different people. Then a puzzling look came across his face, as he seemed to wonder to himself, whether or not his son kept the sheet. He didn't seem at all worried about his house nor his belonging. It was an old sheet, decades old with no value except the sweet sentimental signatures of people now long passed. That was what he cared about.
As we live our lives, we seem to think that things are important. our homes, our furniture etc, etc. But as we lose all that we thought was so valuable to us, we start to realize just as Mr. Maynard has, that it's not the riches we had that we remember or yearn for. It's the love we shared with people, the sentimental things that touch the heart.
Today I was enriched my the telling of this story by this sweet gentleman. It reminds me too, that when we think all is lost. The love we carry in our hearts, and the sweet memories we have will be with us ever into eternity.
Until next time God bless and God save.

I remember when I was young, I thought I had the world by the tail, and that I would live forever. I started smoking at the age of 14. No one could tell me anything about health risk, because just like most young people, I was too stubborn, and naïve to listen. Because of my ignorance and foolishness I now have trouble breathing. I expect soon to be on oxygen. And I can blame no one but myself. I say to you people, young and old, if you're smoking please, please quit today. Please don't end up as many of us of my generation have. Be wise enough to stop now, so when you get my age, you can breathe.
Wisdom is not wasted on the young, because most young people don't have much wisdom at all. Wisdom comes from living and learning. A day by day process that cannot be hurried or rushed. Wisdom is not intelligence. Wisdom is intelligence used wisely. Just as book smart doesn't have anything to do with common sense.
I have learned so much in my life. I have learned that life is precious. Each minute of every day is a precious thing.
There are those young and old who risked their lives needlessly every day. Doing stupid things, daring anything to happen. It's almost as if they're flirting with death.
I think it takes going through an illness, and seeing others that you love, as they fight for their very lives, to really understand what living and what life is. It's at these times that we realize how we have wasted so much precious time doing nothing.
The old saying is, you never know what you have until you lose it. My friends, be wise enough to know how precious your life is.
As I write this, I think of so many people that are fighting for their very lives. My sister-in-law Janice Moore. A friend,Robert Scoggins. Another friend Leslie Jackson. There's many more that are fighting to live. Fighting cancer with every breath they take. There are some who have lost their fight. My sister-in-law Joyce Sanders loss her fight. She died just a few weeks ago.
No one is promised tomorrow, remember that as you go about your lives.
Learn to love each other with all your heart, and be there for each other.
Until next time, God bless and God save.

yesterday, I started bleeding. And since I did not have a uterus anymore, it was unexpected. So where is it coming from?
Well, anyway, I called the doctor's office in Chapel Hill, her nurse Becky said after pulling my chart, that since my biopsy came back clear, that I should just wait until the 15th of August, at my regular appointment. She reassured me that she did not think it was anything real bad.
This is wishing each and every one of you a great day. And may God bless you all.
Until next time, God bless and God save.

Tell me is this fair?
Meat packers injecting water into our meats to add weight.And there is no law against it.
Companies giving contracts that requires you to stay with them for one or years, while they change the amounts you pay at their own whim.
The government sending foreign aid to just about every country on the planet, while considering cutting medicare to it's own citizens.
Homeless Americans living in tent cities, while the government is building homes for people in Mexico and other countries.
Agencies feeding the hungry in other countries, while people in America go hungry.
I could go on and on, but I think you get the message.
OK so that's off my chest.lol
God bless and God save.

I took my synthroid 200mg this morning. The new strength. Well my heart starting beating 115 beats per minute. My blood pressure took a dive to 109/160. my vision became blurred, My head was dizzy. I called the doctor's office and left a message that I would not be taking it any more. The drug store will be calling him to get a refill for the 175 mg. Other than that I've had a great day.
I saw a woman yesterday at the doctor's office that I knew. It has been over twenty five years since I saw her last. As we talked about times gone by and people that we knew. Learning who did what, and who had died, etc. I noticed how old she looked. Her hair gray and her face wrinkled from all the years that had passed. And I thought of how really fast our lives past. It reminds me of what Solomon said. Life is like a vapor, here and done. It seems as if we turn around to view something, then when we turn back around ten, fifteen, twenty years have passed.
It's occurs to me that it's not how many years have passed, but rather what I have done during those years that matter. Did I enrich someones life somehow? Did I help someone in any way that really made a difference? I'd have to say that I fall really short of the gold that wish I had achieved. I remember the life Joyce Sanders, my sister in law lived. She never did any great thing that the public would take notice of. But she was a great lady. Her greatness was in her gentle spirit that she showed her love for all with. And I remember Naomi, Willard's aunt. Her greatness was also in the love she showed to others. How she worked so hard to please others. She never put herself before others. She was a great woman and not many could fill her shoes.
It's not the things we do that make us great that matters. It's the things we do that make others remember, when we didn't even know we were doing anything.
So don't try to be great. Just love and be loved. For the love we have in our hearts ""is"" our greatness.
Until next time, God bless and God save.

I had an appointment this morning with Dr.Vyas. My appointment was at 9:50 AM, it was after 10 AM that I saw the doctor, but we did not get out until after two. Dr. Vyas loves to run this test. He has most any kind of machine to run any kind of test. From EKGs to bone density test. This morning he wanted to do some blood tests. I asked him could I go home after they drew my blood, he said no, that it wouldn't take long, yea right! Makes you long for the good old days, when doctors made house calls. I remember many times Dr. Adair came calling for me or Jean. All grandmother Moore had to do was pick up the phone and call. Except one time I was real sick on my stomach. I was hurting with tremendous pain. Grandmother Moore thought I had appendicitis. So she rushes me to Dr. Adair's office. After questioning me, Dr. Adair realized that it was the mountain of collards I had eaten. LOL, you see that day at lunch I had eaten enough collards or five people. And I was bloated as you would imagine. Dr. Adair never forgot that. He would always remind me and laugh about it. Trouble is when you become an adult, and are still being picked on for something that happened in your childhood, it tends to get on your nerves. LOL.
Anyway, my potassium was low so he increased the dosage from two tablets a day to three.
I guess that's all about me for today. I do however have some good news about my sister-in-law Janice. Her daughter Angela sent us messages that the chemo tablets they had put Janice on, were working. How very wonderful that is! God's love, mercy, grace is always present in our lives. And I thank God for his wonderful mercy and grace that he rained down upon Janice.
Until next time, God bless each one of you, and God save. And if you would please keep these people in your prayers.
Janice Moore--cancer
Leslie Jackson--cancer
Robert Scoggins--cancer
The husband and family of Joyce Sanders.

As I told you, about having to take luncheon meat sandwiches everyday for school lunch. Well this was before I started working in the lunchroom to get free lunches. I remember it was right before Christmas vacation, because I remember looking at other people's lunches and seeing Christmas cookies. I remember there was fried chicken, string beans, potato salad and dessert was a Christmas cookie. I opened my lunch bag once more to see one sandwich with luncheon meat, no mayonnaise, no mustard just two slices of bread and one piece of luncheon meat. Well as usual I took it all in stride. I lifted it to my mouth to take my first bite when a hand grabbed my sandwich from my hands and walked over to the trash and tossed it in. It was my teacher, there I sit with no lunch and an empty stomach. I wanted to cry but held back the tears, because I did not want anyone seeing me with tears in my eyes. Especially over a luncheon meat sandwich, which I had already come to hate anyway. I sat there looking at the tabletop for what seemed like an eternity, embarrassed. I thought I had did something wrong, but I could not figure out for the life of me what it was. It seems like even today I can still tell you what that tabletop looked like, LOL. I felt a hand on my shoulder. And caught a glimpse of a lunch tray being set in front of me. Not only was it fried chicken, but it was a teacher's tray. It that two pieces of chicken instead of one like the student trays. And very large amounts of potato salad and string beans. And there was two Christmas cookies instead of the one that the rest of the students Had. That day, was the day that I learned that I could work in the lunchroom and received lunches. The thought of never having to eat another luncheon meat sandwich made me so happy. My teacher talked to the lunchroom supervisor, and arranged for me to work in the lunchroom at my recess. Which was all right with me, because to tell you the truth, I did not have that many friends anywhere to spend recess with. I can almost feel the hot soapy water that the dishes were washed in, before they went into the dishwasher. I remember there was a pump, pumping out the food particles that were in the water into a filter. I can remember the lunchroom staff, and how all of them treated me so kindly. I wish I could say thank you to them, but I'm sure they have long department this life on earth. But I can thank God for them. Nice people, doing nice things. As I said before, you never know the hearts you touch, by the little things you do. Some little thing that you do, may be so big to the person that you do it for. Remember that as you go through each day. Each smile that you put on the face, brightens the world.
Until then God bless and God save.

I remember one day, sitting on a rocky dirt driveway. I was playing jacks with the stones. You see Jean and I didn't have many toys. So we entertained ourselves with whatever we found. It was a little after three o'clock, and the mill had just let out. Looking down the dirt road, as I sat there playing Jack's, I saw grandmother Moore limping down the road. Her plaid dress stuck to her body from the sweat. Cotton lint all in her sweaty hair, and stuck to her body like glue. She walked as if she did not know where the next step would come from. This was in July, and at that time I don't believe the mill had air-conditioning. I can't imagine how hard it was to work all day in temperatures like that. I kind of felt sorry for her, until she took off her belt and started to give me a good old-fashioned whipping. You know, I never knew what that whipping was for. You see while I was sitting playing jacks in the driveway, my sister Jean had a fire built between the stumps of a big tree in the backyard. Now, I truly did not remember Jean getting a whipping, but she said she did.
It was right at this time, that my granddaddy Moore died. I dearly love him. I remember sitting on his lap many times singing old songs. One of the songs was David Crockett. I had a problem speaking clearly then, and I would always pronounce Crockett with the C AND R left out. So it sounded like ockett. I believe the more I tried the worse I got. It was only after he died, that I learned to say it properly. Back then, families that were not well off would keep the bodies of the dead at home rather than a funeral parlor. So granddad's casket was in the hallway. Lying in bed that night, I thought of how I missed him. Now don't ask me whether real or imaginary, but that night I saw my granddaddy standing at the foot of my bed. He was standing there, not saying a word, but looking at me as to say goodbye. I never told anyone this then because I did not believe that anyone would believe me. There are certain people in your life, that you tend not to forget, and he was one of those.
I remember a lady that worked in the cafeteria at school. Back then, you did not get free lunch unless you did not have a car, and many other things. Dad had a car, so free lunches were just out of the question. And I was really tired of that luncheon meat sandwichs that I was getting for lunch every day. So I started working in the lunchroom for free lunch. One of the ladies for some reason took me under her wing. I remember I went by her house one day and she let me cut her hair. I couldn't have been no more than 11 or 12. This Lady was very kind, but very foolish. I gapped her hair up real bad. I noticed the next day, she had gone to the beautician and gotten her hair cut short. But she never said a word to me, and was still very kind to me. This world needs more people like her. Someone to fill empty spaces in hurting hearts.
Tomorrow, how the teacher took my lunch away from me.
Until then God bless and God save.

My grandmother Moore was a differcult woman to understand. She could be the most loving and protective person, or she could be mean and hateful. You see, my dad took us one day from our home in Virginia, while my mom was at work, and brought us down to North Carolina to where his mother, Molly Moore lived. I don't even want to know what my mom must have been going through, as she returned home from work and found all her children gone but one . You see, my younger brother Danny, was sickly, so dad left him there. I don't know what happened or how. I don't know whether Danny was alone all day by himself or not. Most likely, he was, left there alone to fend for yourself, until mom came home.

Well anyway, once we arrived in Erwin, we were to stay with dad and grandmother Moore at her home in Erwin North Carolina. Grandmother Moore worked in the cotton mill that was there in Erwin. The house that we lived in belonged to the mill. It had only two bedrooms, so my sister Jean, and I slept on a double bed in the room with grandmother Moore, while my older brother Jerry slept in the room with dad.
You see, my grandmother Moore despised my mother. I never understood why, and as a child on five years old, I was not mature enough to understand much of anything. All I remember was how grandmother Moore continually talked negative about my mother. I think in the back of my mind, that keeping us was her way of hurting my mother. But I'll never really know. After a few months, my mother got in touch with my dad, and pleaded with him, to please send my brother Jerry back so my younger brother Danny would not be alone. Don't ask me why, but they did send Jerry back. I believe that it was just too much on my grandmother Moore to keep him.
It would seem as if my grandmother Moore didn't have a heart at all. But as I grew and matured, year by year I realized that she indeed had a lot of love in her heart. You see my dad, although he did work, did not help support the family. He wasted his money on whatever. I watched grandmother Moore as daily she would slave away keeping a neat, clean home. Work eight hours in the mill, come home and cook, and clean some more. Every Sunday Jean and I were at church. There was never any question of asking were we going to church, we just automatically knew to get dressed to go.
Continued tomorrow, God bless and God save.

Do you remember when you were a little girl or boy? How the biggest problem you had was having to go to school, or do a few chores around the house. I know that some had to work in the fields on the farm, and feed farm animals. But still, that wasn't like having to work 8 to 10 hours a day, then coming home to find more work to be done. Bills the pay, doctors appointments to keep, shopping to be done, etc. etc.
When we were small children, our minds were on ourselves, and what kind of fun we could have next. But now as an adult, we have others to think about. Now it seems that our own welfare is pushed to the back, while others, and their welfare come ahead of our own. Now it seems like our fun is watching our children or grandchildren play. Our joy and happiness comes from the well-being of the loved ones in our families.
I guess that's why, when people run across a selfish and self-absorbed person. The usual remark is ''grow up''.
With maturity, comes responsibility. It's taking that responsibility on, that makes heroes, great parents, and great grandparents. Our understanding that each person is a creation of God, and special. No one person is greater or lesser than any other. It doesn't matter how fat, how thin, how tall, how short a person made be. We are all in it together. But sometimes we do wish it could be as it was when we were all children, don't me?
Until next time God bless and God save.

Casey Anthony. We've heard alot about this over the news. It is such a sad situation. Caylee was such a beautiful little girl. Her life taken, whether by accident or on purpose, we will never know for sure. I was watching the news when they announced the not guilty verdict. And mine you, I really am not judging Casey Anthony, because I don't know what happened, and no one else does. Casey Anthony is the only person that truly knows what happened to her daughter. But I did notice when they announced the verdict, a grin across her face. To my opinion it wasn't a grin a relief, what I saw was a grin as if to say I got by with something. It was only for a split second, but I saw it.
The judges gavel sounded, and she was freed. Casey Anthony, may have gotten by with murder on this earth. But Casey Anthony, will have to face another judge one day. That judge holds little Caylee in His arms, where she is safe from harm. That judge knows the truth.
I pray to God, that He will take the hate from people's hearts and turn that hate into something more positive, like helping other children that may be abused, or neglected.
Until next times, God bless and God save.

Joyce

I’m going to miss her and that shy grin that she had.
With all she’d gone though I never saw Joyce sad.
She always put on his best face, that was her way
And when she spoke to you, she’d always have something nice to say
She never met a stranger, even though she was shy.
She’d make each person a new friend, or at lease she’d try
Every task God gave her, she did with success.
But there was no more work for her to do, I guess.
Because God took her, Her work here was done.
Yes Joyce’s life eternal has just begun.
She’s up there in Glory, feeling healthy and strong.
And I just have this feeling, she‘s singing that new song.
A song of Joy and contentment, No more pain or strife.
As she walks though the streets of Glory with eternal life.
I’ve always wanted to go to Glory, and see it’s streets of gold.
And see my Savior Jesus, and His hand I will hold.
But now I have one more reason, why I want to go there.
Because of a person and a loved one we all share.
Yes I want to go to Glory, and see my dear friend.
Yes, to be with Jesus, and see Joyce once again.

By Joan Glover

God bless and comfort us all. We all will miss her much.

What we do in a moment in time, can, and may very likely stay with us the rest of our lives. The words that slip from our mouths in a moment of anger, can resound in the hearer's heart much longer than guessed by many. The split second things done, that causes a life to end, or a body crippled. These are just moments in time that can never be regained.

There is one thing that you can do in just one moment, that will not only change the rest of your life. It's a decision that will last through eternity. One moment, one decision. That decision in whether or not you will ask Jesus into your life or not. It's just a very small moment in time. But will effect how you spend your eternity. Why don't you take this moment and make an eternal change in your life? Jesus really is waiting.

Until next time God bless and God save.

Prayer request

I haven't written any on my blog lately, mostly because I haven't been inspired to do so, by God or man. But I need to get this message out there. This was written on face book by Susan Sanders, a very good friend of mine. Please pray for Samantha. She needs our prayers.

Prayer Warriors - Please pray for my niece Samantha. She was bitten by a brown recluse spider on Sat, had a terrible reaction and ended up in the hospital...was released on Tuesday only to end up back in the ER as her body swelled up to either the meds or the bite, and has now been transferred to OSU Med. Center in Tulsa. She's in the ICU as she is having trouble swallowing....

And while you're down on you knees, pray for my son Donald who has places on his leg that are not healing because of his diabetes. He has had one hole in his leg for over two years now, and now he has another one on the same leg.

And too, please pray for all the victims of all the tornadoes, storms, floods and all the rest of disasters that have been in the news lately. Bible prophecy is fulfilling its self daily. When will the unbelievers wake up?

Until next time God bless and God save.