I can live without anything or anyone, but I cannot live without God!

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

The Voice

I don't watch the television much. It became an addition once upon a time un my life, so I basically just stopped watching.

However, I got hooked a this season of The Voice.
Amazing talents!

I have a hard time each Monday, like most viewers, picking who not to vote for. They are all so good.

One of my favorites got sent home last night. I keep thinking it wasn't her voice that sent her home. In the beginning of the show, judges don't see the contestant. Blind rounds. If America only heard, and not seen Sarah, would she still be on? We are so caught up in dress size and "beauty" that our view is slanted by it? Unfortunately, it matters. It shouldn't, but it does.
Maybe it was just that she put too much emotion into her live performance that her true voice qualities were hidden.
Whatever the reason, I will miss her performances. Hopefully she will keep on trying and somewhere, sometime, we will see her on stage again.

I don't need you anymore

Watch "Sarah Simmons - Wanted You More - Studio Version - The Voice 2013" on YouTube

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Nothing Quiet as Comforting

A warm cozy fire with family sharing each others company. A comforting end of a stressful day.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Comfort Food or Craving?

Reaching for a bag of tortilla chips would always be my first choice when stressed. Followed by cheese (preferably pepper jack). But is it comfort or just a salt addiction? I'm thinkin probably the latter.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

The Supremacy of Christ- Symphonic Sermon Jam Video

Childhood Comfort Food

I see myself, in a tiny little kitchen, anxiously awaiting the big bowl of tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich next to it. Oh how that made the day so much better! Little swirl of milk right in the center, and nothing could make me happier.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Because You Cared

It's a revelation that I have been seeking for two long years.
There was a power that held me so tightly that I couldn't breath right.
A power so forceful that it changed my whole world.
But I could not figure out just what it was.

I knew who it was, but why, just escaped me.

Tears.
Angry words.
Hysterical laughter.
Sleepless nights.
Hopelessness.
What kind of spell was cast over me?

Love has a power of no other thing on earth.
When it is given it makes everything so right.
When it is yanked away, nothing is right.

I know the power is, was, and always will be.

I'm grateful for the brief moments we shared. I accept that they never will be again.
I will always love you.

Blessed Sleep

Blog prompt: Which would you rather have: a super-soft pillow or a warm, fuzzy blanket?

Tough question!

I just consider myself blessed if I have any kind of pillow and
something to throw over me to sleep.

All three are gifts from a Father who cares.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Replaced

Blogger Prompt: Do you still sleep with a stuffed animal?

Previously I wrote about the childhood collection of animals on my bed. As a child, we never had a dog. One rather unfriendly cat who hated me, so there was never anything but the plush little animals on my bed.

As soon as I was out of my parents house, I got animals. Two cats, as that is what the land lord would allow. But when we bought our first house, along came my first dog. 

Now I am an animal lover, no doubt about that. So, to answer the question of the prompt: no, I don't sleep with a stuffed animal, unless you count the over fed pug at my feet and the big fluffy kitty at my head, as "stuffed".

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Rags and Tags

Typical of most little girls, I collected numerous stuffed animals as a little girl.
My bed was full of all sorts of creatures.
From the good old teddy bear to an amazingly large purple pig.
Was there a favorite among them all? That is a hard question to answer.
As I think back on that time, decades ago, one vivid memory comes through.

It was Christmas.
I'm pretty sure that there had been one of many repeated requests for a puppy.
My parents just weren't the dog owner type.
So as much as they loved to please their little girls,
a dog was not going to be under the glittering lights of the tree.
Santa just didn't have the power. Or did he?
Well it wasn't exactly the wiggly, cute, soft, little creature we wanted, but....
not one but two black and white stuffed doggies.
They were quite life like in their appearance.

Years later, when as an adult, I had the fortune of getting a real dog,
God brought the real live thing into my home. A Springer spaniel named Brittney.
She looked just like those twin stuffed doggies that Santa placed in the arms of my big sister and me.
They were as close to a favorite as I can remember.