I'M THANKFUL FOR CHRIST CHILD HOUSE

Here is a picture of my job, Christ Child House. I've been working there for almost twenty years. Working here has been such a joy the children that live in this house has given me joy.

The other day after dinner we sat at the table and talked about all the things we were Thankful for. All the boys got up and said how thankful they were for being at Christ Child House.

I thought about how I whine about what I don't have and want I want all the time. Then I listened to the boys share how thankful they were that they had shelter, clothes,

food, school, and being at Christ Child House. God said He would supply us with all our needs. Here were boys some with no family, some unable to be with their family yet they could share just what they were thankful for with smiles on their face.

I am thankful for the years that I've been blessed to share myself with children over the years at Chirst Child House. They have given me so much. I've wondered what was my purpose and its been there all the time. My purpose was to be there for those children that can't be with their families. I have given them my love for children and they have given me that back and more.

This Thanksgiving I am thankful for Christ Child House.

I am blessed.

IT'S TIME TO KICK BUTT

Today I went to karate class something I haven't done in a long time. It felt so good to be back. I get a big kick out of kicking.

Here's another way to keep moving. I'm back!

TIME PASSING

I am so amazed with how quickly time has passed. I laugh at myself everyday when I struggle running up the stairs to the second floor of the high school I once attended. I have to say that I get a big kick out of seeing the girls as they try to make sense of their time there at Vista Maria.

I am so grateful for the opportunity to be a part of my future in a positive way. Cheers to the next thirty years.

IN BETWEEN MY TEARS

This blog all began because my friend, Laura wanted me to continue to put my writing out. What a true friend.

I've always wanted to write my story. As a teenager I dreamed of writing about my life experiences. I know it was because of other women sharing their trials and tribulations that helped me as I was growing up.

Now that I have the opportunity to write my story. The process of editing my book has brought me so much joy. The last few weeks reading my story has bought me so much excitement. I find myself beaming with joy with just the thought of it one day being in print.

Life has a way of bringing those opportunities for us to experience true happiness. For me the time is now.

The joy of writing.

IT'S THE BERS

How cool is it to celebrate two very special people in my life. Actually I celebrated three. Kirk, Jennifer (not shown) and Tiffany.

When Kirk was younger he would say when October came "Ma its the bers." He loved October, November and December.

God knows what's best for us and he put three very sweet, caring and loving people that has bought so much joy. This year has been awesome and I know its because of these and other people who love me. I use to feel so unloved. I wasn't really looking at what God gave me. I am blessed and have been all the time.

Tiffany danced into our life just last year and already she has taught me a new dance move that I hope we will dance together for every.

Love you Princess.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIFFANY AND JENNIFER.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRK

On yesterday I celebrated my son's thirty six birthday. I am amazed at how quickly time flies. The two of us grew up together because I had him when I was just a teenager. Kirk was such an inspiration in my life. He always excepted me just as I was. He was there to encourage me as I went back to school, took piano lessons, got my black belt and watched me perform my very first play. It was such a joy to be his mother. I love that boy or should I say that man.

Happy Birthday Kirk. My super hero.

THE DREAM IS ALIVE

God Bless America!

As I sit here tonight and watch the miracle and the dream come true I rejoice. I watched with excitement tears comes to my eyes. I watched with Pops an eighty three year old, and he told stories of the struggles he experienced as a black man and I cried. I was happy for him that he was able to see this day come. Every time I voted I thought about all the prayers, tears, and blood that was shed just so I could make my voice count.

I thank so many Americans that didn't look at his color and looked at his character and said this is the man to run our country.

GOD BLESS AMERICA!