MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!

No, see, in those circumstances I pretend to be Santa.

Can't ever wait to deliver!! Lol

Well...it's feeling pretty warm in here LOL...so going to turn the thermostat down a bit and go in a different direction....

The funniest thing I have seen this Christmas was the lady walking down the street ahead of me with 2 different wellies(boots) on...LOL...

Oh..let me tell you my second wierd "miracle" of this Holdiay...it was in delivering to Rev. Bailey an letter...telling him of things that have taken place since him and his wife Stephanie moved out of their little house two doors down from me...and back then..as he left, he came over and shook my hand and said,,you know you don' t have to wait until Christmas to come to church and see us all. I just smiled and so it was I gave him the news in the letter that I was lucky to be up even yet an couple of hours an day with this "virus" thing...but that it seemed to be going slowly away so maybe later on I can surprise him and see him at his church...along with it some interesting information I'd been reading about our "invisible God" prescencce in our lives. Well, I took the letter to his church...and I saw his car, and another one and pulled betweent the two of them. There was an man sitting in the other car when I got out and went to the church office..it was closed. But the man got out and came over to me and he said, he's probably still in back of the church. making his way to his office I can go get him if you want...and I said no, but could you deliver this this letter for me..if your going to see him...he said...no problem so I handed him the letter and he hugged me and said Merry Christmas and told me to bundle up and stay warm this season. I felt compelled to hug him back and wish him an Merry Christmas and we left...but I noticed as I had handed the letter to him, I had written it to Rev. Mike Bailey..and his name on his sign out front said his name was Russell. thsi guy step stickig in my mind, as I felt liek I knew him from somewhere..but couldn't place him. Well, couldn't sleep very well for the sore back, and I've been doing history searches to make the time go until I can sleep...and I went in to check out my Reade family connections...and you all know I feel one of my past incarnations was to Debra Reade...Benjamin Franklin's wife...we even look much alike right now in her picture they had painted of her.In fact I attribute my being an laundry supervisor to this time to that time's influence. I found the John W. Reade that was near my kin in records and he died an well know Masonic Lodge member. Then I got to looking up Debra Reade again and this time ran across records out of an library...and low and behold..there it was Richard Blanche...whom married Sarah Franklin...and he looked EXACTLY like the man I had met and gave the letter to at Rev. Bailey's Church. I kep thinking that Debra Reade you know took upon herself to help get Washington's Army in clothing during the Rev. War during thier fateful bad winter in History..so no wonder he would tell me "stay warm" this season. It was not an miracle, but I felt an unusal kind of "love "emanating" from this person...and maybe it was an angel sent to let me know that I'm not forgotten from my past life?...no, those that come with angel messages seldom have wings..and are hard to tell from ordinary people...but there is "something" you note that is different from them in others. I had angels for my Christmas theme this year for my house...perhaps an "visit"? Later that night I had an vision of all this..he came to make my "path" different for me...an better one.I am "free" from some of the things of the past that are still around to bother me against my wishes. I think perhaps my addressing the Reverand as "mike"... was an not an mistake...it came naturally and perhaps an gift to him also..that God is willing to help him through his angel Micheal... in protection of "God's word" also. Maybe that kind of Masonic brotherhood was in effect...because I had written the Rev. about our "insivisble God" prescence daily in our lives. thsi incident probably stands out most to me this season.

Oops...the George Bush connection came in to mess up my story as ussual...right about with the word.."we left" onward for an bit...I was by myself going to the church....and the word step...should read kept sticking in my mind. I guess Joyce Estep is being introduced in this letter also perhaps...she's an redhead...it seems the "Parker" family must always "be there" even when they don't need to be...as I understand that an redheaded "witch" moved into Sandy recently..and my friend "Joyce" many years ago use to date our freinds lived in this area..and thier son's name was "Mike" and his dad was an Mason...his dad looked an lot like Ronald Reagan back then. Joyuce recently lost her dentist husband..he died of an sudden heart attack..left her devistated emotionally...but her kid's father still is alive I think...her brother in-law's name is Richard..and he's high up in the Jehovah Witness faith...though her sister divorced him many years ago. This Estep family is one that my father helped with the Porter family to live in our area...they were from Kentucky and the Ozarks mountain people area....you would never know of Joyce's so humble beginnings these days...she has had some of the most prestigious jobs in our area. She had four step son's when her huband died...and she told me..to come out to see her...as they were taking everything they had make as an liffe together away from her because her hubby had died and giving it to his ex-wife the next weekend. She told me most of her money was going with his to put these son's through college. Her own two kids I guess were required to fair on thier own in life...with tears she said...after next week...I have no "home"... besides no job..as I worked in my hubby's office and I have no husband.... I don't know what to do. I felt so sorry for her and did not know really what to say to ease her pain other then "God be with you Joyce" .."you'll find an way..with his guidance". I told her...  I probably already had the heart problems for her...and its been an struggle to realize our dreams also here lately. Sometimes we have to be strong....you have your kids and grandkids...and you know..as of last summer I use to have mine I think..but I don't know any more...but I guess it was coming...I had them around as babies and that's an blessing in ways. Right now I can hardly take care of myself some days..let alone them also. Joyce's mother's name was Catherine...uneducated/hillbilly...she raised her kids pretty much by herself...working as an nurse's aide....as her husband "drank" considerably...and Joyce was no stranger seeking God in her life and hanging tight to him in trying to escape...and so it is..I read this book this season "Escape to God"....and the invisible God presence we all have with our Lord...one that transends churches/religion.