Heart Scare!

We had a heart scare Tuesday night! You ask what is a heart scare? Well hubby was just finishing up supper when he almost blacked out he got up walked out side to get some fresh air and it happened again. He said it felt like someone reached in and grabbed his heart each time for just a brief second and squeezed. So we jumped up and I rushed him to the ER. By the time we got to the hospital he was shaking uncontrollably and could barely walk. The took him straight in and did an EKG. A few minutes later they took us on back to a room and gave him a chest xray and did blood work. Gave him a baby aspirin then came back in and gave him two nitroglycerin pills. Yikes talk about scared to death!! Well all came back normal but he was still tight in his chest so they told us to go to doc Wed and set up a stress test. So we did and it is now set up for Monday. He is still not feeling right so keep him in prayers please. Also we have no insurance so please pray the hospital will write off most of the bill, we as most already struggle from week to week.
So how has all of your week been going? Good I hope! Thanks for stopping by and I hope you will stop back in again soon! Blessings,Karen

Feeling a little agitated....

so I came here to see if I can get some advice from some of you christian ladies. I have 3 boys as most of you know and my wonderful hubby now is not the father. The two youngest have the same dad whom has paid about $200.00 in child support all their lives. Devin is now 16 and Dylan 13. Here is my problems, he is constantly saying things to upset me and to make my life miserable. I have home-schooled my boys for the last 4 yrs and before that had them in a private school which I and my hubby paid for every month. Well he has for the last several years tried to talk them into going back to public school so they can have friends... So now this year he has finally drilled it into their heads enough that's what they want to do. Problem is they have to have all new clothes because the school they have to attend will only allow them to wear straight leg jeans and collared shirts, which they don't even have any pants like this and hardly any collared shirts. I told them to call their dad and get him to buy their clothes since he wanted them to go to this school. I would be happy to buy some clothes,(some not all) if I even had the money but we are strapped for money right now like most people. So the ex has the nerve to call hubby this morning and tell him how sorry we are cause his kids called him begging for clothes and even called his mom, their grandmother and mentioned it to her. I just want to scream and then break down and cry. Sometimes I wish he would just fall off the face of the earth!! I have really had to pray about matters over him because he loves to see me miserable. My question for you ladies is what is your advice on how to deal with him? I know this won't be the last time. I want to deal with him in a christian manner but even to hear his voice on the phone makes me sick. So any advice would be greatly appreciated. Thanks and Blessings to each of you, Karen

He hears even the smallest

prayers. Folks I know I say it all the time but I just keep having to repeat myself GOD IS GOOD!!! Yesterday I got up to a chore I really didn't want to do, had by coffee ,got dressed and met my mom in the driveway she had come to pick me up. So we get to my mailbox and I went to mail some letters and guess what I see.....a sweet farmgirl package just for me! It was the prettiest bluejean tote with pink polka dot handles. Too cute and inside a couple of notepads. So of course I feel better and not so bogged about this chore. So we go ahead and go to Hampton and pick up a large food shipment for our co-op. Now remember I don't even want to go in the first place they load mom's van and I look back and they have stuck a package of 6 ice cream boxes in the backseat which would be fine if they where not melted and dripping down the back of the seat and into the floor, we have a 45min ride of dripping ice cream..Grrr...Satan is trying his best to make me have a bad day and with the attitude I have he may succeed. So I do what ever gal would do, well at least each of you...I stop and pray, quietly. Lord forgive me of my sour attitude and help me to do this chore with happiness and Lord we are low on meats at home please throw in a can of stew, viennas or chicken and dumplings. Thanks you Lord, Amen
Now we have to separate this load into 10 separate piles and we have tons of can drinks,salad mix and other misc. items. We start separating and guess what was there? Yep you guessed it chicken and dumplings!!! We get everything separated in the heat both mom and I are dripping sweat, mom takes me back home and we unload and I start my day, I come to my rocking chair and as Im sitting here it hits me...you got chicken and dumplings............a smile crosses my face and tears come to my eyes yes Lord , thank you so much for hearing even this small prayer. He hears each word each thought and yet he still loves us and gives us the things we desire, maybe not all things but he knows what we need best of all. So today I am hear to tell you pray about everything, even something that seems so small he wants to handle every problem and issue we have, then be patient and wait his timing is perfect.
Hope you all have a great Friday! Blessings,Karen

Have you ever thought about.....

the tales that antique items could tale?
I am an antique freak and here lately as I acquire items to sale I have begun to wonder say for instance of the lovely vintage aprons what wonderful stories might it have like, the night a heart was broken and she wiped away the tears, or the surprise birthday party that she assisted in the baking. All the wonderful things she could tell if only we could have the ears to listen. The older I get I stop and think of times my kids have told me something only for me to be so busy not to remember what they even said. Why is it we have gotten so busy we don't take the time to listen?
When we lay down at night or get up each morning and say our prayers are we busy spitting out our wants and never stop to listen what God wants....I know I am guilty. I think from know on I will try and be more like an apron quiet with the all listing ears to hear the praise and sweet soft voice of my father. After all he is the reason this vintage gal is still here. Blessings, Karen

So much time has passed....

since I was last here and so much has gone on since that time. Where do I even begin? Well I guess i could tell you the biggest thing which happened not the best but the biggest was we lost our home to a fire 4 dys before Christmas. If you have ever had this unpleasant experience you know how it feels, if you haven't I pray you never have too. We lost pretty much everything we owned. God is good and brought us through with our heads held high. We now have a new home 3 miles from the old homeplace. It is farther back in the woods on 4 acres and we just love it.
Since that time my oldest son has moved back home so its back to the 5 of us and each day I continue to pray for my 3 boys. I am trusting Christ to keep them and I know that he will bring them all to salvation in his time. I will continue to learn what patience is and trust in my precious father's word.
I have become a more sympathetic person, I believe, and I pray that with each day that I have that I can grow closer to Christ and look forward to the day when I see all my family in church and praising him! God's goodness shines forth everyday, this month my husband and I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary. I am so blessed to have such a loving husband, who took me and my 3 boys and has never looked back. I love him more with each passing day. I know now what True Love really is, and again I have to thank God for bringing him into our lives. One day I hope and pray my boys will see what this man who although is not their biological father but has been more of a father to them than the blood father ever has will have their eyes opened to see what he has truly done for them and given to them all unselfishly.
Well I guess this is my praise report that we have made it thus far and with Gods help will continue. I pray that each person that reads this will be blessed in whatever need you may have, until next time friends. Love and Blessings, Karen

The Twelve Days Of Christmas - the christian meaning

The Meaning Behind The Song

The twelve days of Christmas are the twelve days between Christmas Day, Dec. 25th, the birth of Jesus, and the Epiphany, Jan. 6th, the day Christians celebrate the arrival of the Magi (Wise Men) and the revelation of Christ as the light of the world.
The Christmas song, "The Twelve Days of Christmas" may sound silly and contrived to many of us. But it actually had its origins in religious symbolism - and with a serious purpose.
It dates from a time of religious persecution. The song, "The Twelve Days of Christmas," was written as a kind of secret catechism that could sing in public without fear of arrest - a learning or memory aid to Christians in fact.
The song can be taken at two levels of interpretation - the surface meaning, or the hidden meaning known only to the Christians involved. Each element is a code word for a religious truth.


1. The partridge in a pear tree is Jesus.
2. The two turtledoves are the Old and New Testaments.
3. Three French hens stand for faith, hope and love.
4. The four calling birds are the four Gospels.
5. The five gold rings recall the Hebrew Torah (Law), or the Pentateuch, the first five books of the Old Testament.
6. The six geese a-laying stand for the six days of creation.
7. The seven swans a-swimming represent the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit.
8. The eight maids a-milking are the eight Beatitudes.
9. Nine ladies dancing are the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit.
10. The ten lords a-leaping are the Ten Commandments.
11. Eleven pipers piping represent the eleven faithful Apostles.
12. Twelve drummers drumming symbolize the twelve points of doctrine in the Apostles Creed.


If you think Jesus being symbolized as a partridge in a pear tree sounds blasphemous, remember:
"Jerusalem! Jerusalem! How often would I have sheltered thee under my wings, as a hen does her chicks, but thou wouldst not have it so." (Luke 13:34 and Matthew 23:34)
The "true love" in the song refers to God Himself.
The "me" receiving the gifts is every Christian.
So that "silly" song we sing at Christmas time has more meaning than we thought.

The Tablecloth

The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned
to their first ministry, to reopen a church
in suburban Brooklyn , arrived in early October
excited about their opportunities. When they saw
their church, it was very run down and needed
much work They set a goal to have everything
done in time to have their first service
on Christmas Eve.


They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls,
painting, etc, and on December 18
were ahead of schedule and just about finished.


On December 19 a terrible tempest - a driving
rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days.


On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church.
His heart sank when he saw that the roof had
leaked, causing a large area of plaster about
20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall
of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit,
beginning about head high.


The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor,
and not knowing what else to do but postpone
the Christmas Eve service, headed home.
On the way he noticed that a local business was
having a flea market type sale for charity, so he
stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful,
handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth
with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross
embroidered right in the center. It was just
the right size to cover the hole in the front
wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.

B y this time it had started to snow. An older
woman running from the opposite direction was
trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor
invited her to wait in the warm church for
the next bus 45 minutes later.



She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor
while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put
up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor
could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and
it covered up the entire problem area.

Then he noticed the woman walking down the center
aisle. Her face was like a sheet. "Pastor,"
she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?"
The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check
the lower right corner to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into
it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had
made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria .

The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor
told how he had just gotten "The Tablecloth". The
woman explained that before the war she and
her husband were well-to-do people in Austria ..

When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave.
Her husband was going to follow her the next week.
He was captured, sent to prison and never saw her
husband or her home again.

The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth;
but she made the pastor keep it for the church.
The pastor insisted on driving her home. That
was the least he could do. She lived on the other
side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn
for the day for a housecleaning job.

What a wonderful service they had on Christmas
Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the
spirit were great. At the end of the service, the
pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door
and many said that they would return.

One older man, whom the pastor recognized
from the neighborhood continued to sit in one of the
pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he
wasn't leaving.

The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on
the front wall because it was identical to one
that his wife had made years ago when
they lived in Austria before the war and how
could there be two tablecloths so much alike?

He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he
forced his wife to flee for her safety and he was
supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and
put in a prison. He never saw his wife or his home
again all the 35 years between.

The pastor asked him if he would allow him to
take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten
Island and to the same house where the pastor
had taken the woman three days earlier.

He helped the man climb the three flights of
stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on
the door and he saw the greatest Christmas
reunion he could ever imagine.

True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid
who says God does work in mysterious ways.
I asked the Lord to bless you as I prayed for
you today, to guide you and protect you as you go
along your way. His love is always with you. His
promises are true, and when we give Him all our
cares we know He will see us through.

So when the road you're traveling seems
difficult at best, just remember I'm here
praying and God will do the rest. Pass this on
to those you want God to bless and remember
to send it back to the one who asked God to bless
you first.