What will you choose?



“Time doesn’t heal a thing, it just keeps going. Real healing comes as soon as we choose to forgive.” ~M


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Imperfection couldn’t be more perfect


“Even our successes are failures, compared to the perfection of God” ~M


Today I am another year older and I know that I’m not perfect and of course I never will be. Only God can be perfect.  Yet I often wonder why I feel so discontented when it comes to my imperfections. Most of us continually strive for success; it is human nature to do so, but we always fall short because we are imperfect people.  This can be quite frustrating for those of us who are perfectionists.  I must remember this… If I was perfect, the Lord could not improve me; for he is the potter and I am the clay. I must bear in mind all of the things that he has revealed to me through his word, so I don’t end up feeling defeated or discouraged.  Here are some verses that always give me the proper perspective.  Hope everyone is having a very happy Sunday!  🙂

Romans 3:23 – For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.

Isaiah 64:8 – And yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand.

Isaiah 41:10 – Don’t be afraid, because I’m with you; don’t be anxious, because I am your God. I keep on strengthening you; I’m truly helping you. I’m surely upholding you with my victorious right hand.”


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Cinderella from Prince William’s Point of View


It was the beginning of a new day. The sun was barely peeking over the hills to the East and the birds were starting to chirp their morning wake-up songs. Prince William was starting to stir as the rays of sunlight trickled through the small window in his stone-walled room. William had never been fond of mornings and would have rather liked to stay in bed all day if he could. Unfortunately, he knew that of all days, today was not the day to sleep in. William had a million things to do to prepare for the ball and as much as he hated leaving his nice warm bed, he knew that he must. Today just had to be the day! He could feel it in his bones! Poor William had been searching for months for a young maiden to marry, but unfortunately he had not yet met a single one of them that had held much interest for him. Most were too talkative, which William hated most of all and the others were just plain boring or extremely unintelligent. William just knew today would be different. He couldn’t put his finger on how or why he knew, but he had a gut instinct that today of all days, he would finally meet his fair maiden.

Out in the courtyard, there was an overwhelming sense of urgency as people scurried about readying the castle for the evening events. It wasn’t every day that a grand ball was planned, so as to invite every young maiden in the entire kingdom, and there was so much work that still had to be done. William watched from his balcony over the expanse of the castle grounds and seem mesmerized by the servants as they scattered about like ants searching for food. He knew that he really should get down there himself and help keep everyone working in an orderly fashion. William was tired though, not just because he had been searching for so long for a young woman to marry, but also because he had settled into a daily rut and he knew that there had to be more to life than what he was already doing. Day in and day out, his life never seemed to change. He wanted more out of life and couldn’t even begin to wonder how to change his current situation. Being a prince wasn’t easy after all. People expected so much out of a prince and it was only on rare occasion that he was given any freedom at all to do what he pleased.

As the day dragged on, Prince William grew more and more eager for the events of the evening to begin. William spent the majority of his day giving orders and trying to keep things peaceful. After hours of delegating, and helping his father King Phillip; William escaped to the stables where his horse Dewdrop was kept. William’s horse originally belonged to his mother, Queen Gwendolyn. She had long since given up riding horses and Dewdrop was no exception. Dewdrop had a very sweet and gentle disposition and was named for his dewdrop shaped mark on his muzzle. William enjoyed spending time with his horse, it was the only time of day when he could just be himself and he didn’t have to live up to the expectations of those around him.

After a quick ride with Dewdrop, William headed back towards the castle to dress for the evening. As soon as he made his way to his bedroom, he found his royal attire laying neatly on his bed. He called for his servant to help him bathe and dress for the evening. After taking the proper time to ensure he looked his best, he made his way to the ballroom where his father and mother were waiting for him. His parents were seated next to each other on a balcony overlooking the grand ballroom. William figured they wanted to watch the festivities from afar so as not to interfere with William and his many female guests.

One by one, the women began to arrive. At first, William began to have his doubts as the women came through the guarded entryway. Most were fairly pretty, but none really caught his eye. The majority seemed to be ladies that he had already met and some were even family members. And then… he saw her, the most beautiful girl that he had ever laid eyes on! She was wearing a gorgeous blue ball gown that shimmered like water on a starry moon night. Her eyes were a beautiful brown that held innocence and virtue.   Her hair was the color of salted caramel and her mouth reminded William of a tiny red rosebud. She curtsied ever so politely and seemed a bit unsure of herself. Oh but she was a delight to the visual senses!

William decided that it was time for him to leave his parent’s side and make his way down to the ballroom floor. There he was introduced to Cordelia, as she called herself. She was even more beautiful up close and William wasted no time asking her to dance. The evening flew by as they whirled away the night. William instincts kicked into full gear, and he knew without a doubt that this was the girl for him. The problem was, he knew nothing about her. He didn’t know what her status was and knew that in order for her to be even considered a future bride to be, she had to have some sort of royal blood running through her veins. She didn’t look to be a commoner and he desperately hoped that he wasn’t falling in love with a women that he could never marry.

As the night continued on, they looked as if they had known each other for years. William held Cordelia close as they danced. They seemed a match made in heaven. Then, as the clock struck midnight, Cordelia shrieked in fright! William had never seen such a look of terror on a young girls face before. She looked as if she had seen death. Just as William was about to try to console her, Cordelia fled from the ballroom and ran down the castle steps to her awaiting carriage. William tried his best to keep up with her, but it was useless. There were too many people running around in fright, alarmed by the sight of a girl shrieking in terror. William managed to get past the armed entryway just in time to watch Cordelia gather her skirts, jump into her awaiting carriage, and escape into the blackened night. He looked down in defeat and noticed something glinting on the stairs. A tiny glass slipper lay only a few feet away from where he was standing. The last remnant of his true love.

At the dawn of a new day, William began his search. He traveled far and wide to find Cordelia, for he knew that she was the one for him. He had his footman try the glass slipper on every maiden in the whole land, but none could fit the shoe. Just as William was about to give up hope of ever finding his true love, his carriage stopped in front of a tiny cottage almost hidden from sight because of the thick ivy that covered most of the house. There were trees on all sides of the property and a lazy coon hound rested in the shade.

As soon as William stepped foot onto the dusty road, two young woman came running out to greet him. They were the ugliest two young ladies that he had ever set eyes on, and he was sure he need not even bother to try the slipper here. However, William was a fair man and knew it wouldn’t be right to leave and not let these two young women try the best they could to fit the slipper. After trying the slipper on both unfair maidens, Prince William was resigned to the fact that he would probably not find the girl of his dreams here and knew that he must move on.

Just as William was about to leave, a small quiet voice called from the entry way of the cottage and said, “Please sir, may I try the slipper on?” The other young girls laughed when they heard the request and looked as if they almost pitied the girl. In an instant, William recognized the woman calling from the doorway. There she was! Cordelia, as beautiful as ever! But in clothes made of rags? How could this be? This could not be his Cordelia, or could it? He strode over to the woman as quickly as he could and tried the slipper on her small dainty foot. The slipper was a perfect match, indeed it was his Cordelia! From that moment on, Prince William made up his mind that no matter what, this woman would be his and nothing was going to stand in his way. In an instant, he whisked Cordelia into his arms and covered her in a million kisses. It was dead silent as the others looked on. Nobody dared even breathe at the sight of the prince kissing a small servant girl. Prince William didn’t care what the rest of the world thought at that moment. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had finally found his match made in heaven and that was all that mattered.

Written by, Michelle Cook

The Writer’s Devotional

My husband and I decided it would be fun to get away for a few days and head up north to the Wisconsin Dells. During the four days we spent there, we did a little shopping and I found a wonderful little book called, “The Writer’s Devotional – 365 inspirational exercises, ideas, tips & motivations on writing.”  Written by, Amy Peters.

1c75f6883a671ea73d0b01bfbc5acd93One of the first things that I noticed when I picked up this book was the fuzzy cover. It’s nicely bound in a suede like material and includes an attached ribbon for bookmarking pages. It’s a hardcover book, with cardstock thick pages and the binding is top notch.

So often when I sit down to write, I feel distracted and need something to sort of settle my mind. It’s sometimes hard to really focus on anything when the kids are yelling at each other in the background. This little book provides me with a short daily devotional which focuses on writing, and it really does help me get into the “writing mode.”

Each day of the week includes different categories, which offer motivational support for people who like to write. Here is the weekly breakdown:

Monday – Writers on writing
Tuesday – Motivation
Wednesday – Writing class
Thursday – Editing
Friday – Biography
Saturday – Books writers should read
Sunday – Writing Prompt

If you’re looking for a devotional which takes less than a couple of minutes to read through each day, I would highly recommend this great little book. If nothing else, it will perhaps set the mood for you to write or give you an idea about what to write about. And isn’t that a writer’s biggest challenge sometimes?   😉  ~M

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Beauty within…



“Anyone that truly loves with their heart, mind, and soul must surely know that love is not a shape or shade, but the exquisite sum of who we are when the adornments and image projection are stripped away. To know that beauty in the ones we hold dear, is the greatest gift people can share.” ~Daniel Hinson


Daniel was one of the first bloggers that I met and became friends with here on WordPress.  We’ve collaborated together in the past on “Monotony Free Mondays” which unfortunately didn’t last very long, since I couldn’t get the support needed from enough other bloggers.  I also had the opportunity to share a short bio about Daniel’s life, which can be found here.  He’s an amazing writer, wonderful person, and a treasured friend.  Please visit his blog at: Hyperion Sturm.  I am also especially fond of his series, In the Garden of Darkness and Light.  So check him out!  ~M

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Laughter really is the best medicine


My girls were both sick this past week with the flu and I was feeling exhausted from the buckets of vomit, which seemed to be filling up faster than I could empty. As the weekend rolled around, I was definitely ready for a break. My husband told me he was planning an early birthday surprise for me and I figured with the girls being sick, he would just have to cancel whatever plans he had made.

Fortunately by Saturday afternoon, both of the girls were feeling much better and so hubby and I decided to make a break for it and leave the chaos behind. We had about an hour drive before we reached our destination. We finally arrived at a church and I was still completely clueless as to what my surprise could be. I knew it couldn’t be a marriage seminar, there were too many kids there for that! And it seemed too early in the day for a concert. So why else would we be at a church on a Saturday, at 3:00 in the afternoon?

After making our way inside, I was pleasantly surprised to find out that we were there to see my favorite Christian comedian, Tim Hawkins. I don’t think I have ever been more surprised in all my life and I have never laughed more than I did that afternoon. It was actually the first time that I had ever been surprised by my husband over the entire 22 years we’ve been married. I hope he keeps the surprises coming! Although I don’t know what he could ever do to top this! 😉

One thing that really spoke to me, was how Tim said, “The joy of the Lord is our strength.” I have heard that quoted so many times in my life, but I had never really thought about how powerful that statement is, or what it really means. After laughing so much during the show, I realized how energizing and strengthening laughter can be. Joy lifts our spirits and gives us the strength we need to make it through each and every day.

I realize now, that I need to laugh more and look for the joy in each day.  I want to be flooded with the strength that comes from being happy by knowing Jesus and appreciate the life which he has given to me. Today I am thankful for laughter and I wanted to share one of Tim Hawkins videos, so that all of you will have something to laugh about too! I hope you’re all having an amazing God filled week! 😉


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The Innocence of a Child


“You can’t see Jesus because He’s in your heart saving you.”  ~By, Autumn Cook, age 6

It’s 7:30 a.m., the alarm has gone off or should I say… run in.  Yes, it’s my little three year old Autumn running into my bedroom, early as ever to snuggle with Mommy before we start our day.  She goes to the end of the bed, makes her way over the mess of covers, and climbs underneath to get warm.  I keep trying to pretend that I’m asleep so that maybe I can get about five more minutes of rest before I have to get up.  I can feel her squirming restlessly next to me and sighing heavily as if to say “Mommy get up already!”  So I start to open my eyes and this cute little face with a little button nose is staring right at me and asks me this question, “Mommy? Jesus isn’t in here.”  So I say, “What do you mean?”  She proceeds to put her hand just above her belly and says once again… “Jesus isn’t in here!”  I start to become intrigued wondering if she is asking what I think she is.  Does she want to ask Jesus into her heart at the age of three?  So I asked her, “What do you mean? Do you want to ask Jesus to come into your heart?”  She nods and says quietly “Yes, I do.”  So I proceed with telling her to repeat after me and we say the sinners’ prayer together.  When we are through though, she opens her eyes, puts her hand near her belly again and says to me, “Mommy, Jesus is still not in here.”  I start to say, “Well… of course He is!  You just prayed and now He is with you forever!”  She looks over at me, moves her hand about 4 inches up from where she had been resting it before and exclaims, “Oh Mommy!  There He is!”  I about died laughing, not knowing that the entire time she was thinking that the beating of her little heart was what tells her that Jesus is with her.  It’s moments like this that Mothers cherish forever.  I love you my little Auti and Jesus is with you now and forever.

No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and His love is made complete in us. We know that we live in Him and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit. ~ 1 John 4:12-13