count your blessings

Count your

BLESSINGS,

name them one by one,

Count your blessings,

see what God hath done;

Count your blessings,

name them one by one,

Count your many blessings,

see what God hath done.

From the hymn, Count Your Blessings

(Here are just a few of mine…)

This Thanksgiving as you count your blessings, may God remind you of His goodness and faithfulness to you in the past and His many exceeding promises for your future.

And may you always remember that:

YOU are one of my special blessings!

hugs and blessings for all He has given to us, both big & small!

You have multiplied, O Lord my God, Your wondrous deeds and Your thoughts toward us; none can compare with You. Were I to proclaim and tell of them, they would be more than can be counted.

Psalm 40:5

Lotte-Pop turns One!

Lotte-Pop.

Lotte-Pop.

Oh, Lotte, Lotte-Pop!

Lotte-Pop.

Lotte-Pop.

Oh, Lotte. Lotte-pop!

Sweeter than candy on a stick.

Huckleberry, cherry or lime.

If you had a choice she’d be your pick.

But Lotte-Pop is mine!

Charlotte (Lotte) Marchelle

hugs n’ blessings for all the sweetness & joy you’ve added to our lives, Lotte-Pop Girl!

down the rabbit hole

It’s time to get Real, people!

Blmaluso, creator of the wonderful somebodylovesmeblog, reminded me recently what Becoming Real means. I’ve woven together excerpts from her most recent blog post with a personal picture guide, in an effort to take you through these past few months while I have been away.

“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’

‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.  

‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’

‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’

‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.

Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
― Margery Williams BiancoThe Velveteen Rabbit

Do we understand what “real” love really is? 

Do we truly understand?

Continue reading “down the rabbit hole”