Peace and war start within one’s own home

The part that got me about this one was the last part, “Peace and war start within one’s own home.” Instead of trying to save the world I thought maybe I ought to make peace at home. I would be lying if I said this was easy, it’s not. I think sometimes it’s hardest to show the kindness and love to those around us. So I shut up and took peace back to my home and inside my heart and it was and is my prayer that is shines out from me… Read More

Love each other…

Oh sometimes this one is very hard when you just want that loved one to get it! Kindness seems to reach parts of the heart hidden away and protected. Let my kindness reach that part~please! ~ღ~ Let me always be found resting in kindness! Amen I love Mother Teresa’s little book “No Greater Love.” I learned these truths from there! I hope you love this photos it’s one of my favorites of my Oklahoma sky. I wanted to gift you with beauty and something to think about today! 

We need to love…

This quote helped me a lot in a time when I needed Alex to be well. I spent a lot of time in silence waiting for her to wake up. Seems I’m still waiting in a different way now. I revisited this today and thought how beautiful words like this never stop giving back and stirring up my soul! I thought I would share it with you today in hopes that it may help you too! ~ღ~

Honesty and transparency…

Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable Be honest and transparent anyway Mother Teresa

please don’t count me out

Whether sickness, disease, aged-ness or just plain ole’ tired and worn out…please don’t count me out! Just like this rose though it might seem withered and finished, I believe that is when we see the true beauty and essence come forth. This rose will join all my other dried roses to me their beauty never fades! 💕

Good morning sweet friends

If you know me well you know I love my morning coffee…today I decided to have extra whipped because I can  😁🌼💛

Forgotten leaves & pink roses

It was hard to miss his tender heart at the sight of forgotten leaves They remind her of dried vintage pink roses~She had pressed between the pages of time.

When my heart felt yours

When my heart felt yours It smiled because it knew Your heart knew it is loved


Love  is one of those things  that is hard to find  words to express what is felt so deeply It remains a wordless expression only felt with the heart