A Crack in my heart that will forever show its scars 10 years today More hearts show signs of fresh breaks  Wife and mother Daughter Two sons Dad, husband in the frozen earth Christmas miracles are often covered and buried in the icy ground Injured hearts leave scares Tissue builds character and strength Focus on festering will leave an open wound And hearts won’t heal with time. Hearts heal by giving the pain to the Healer There is no other way.  …..For Kylee with love Carol 12/20/22

James 1:27 Pure areligion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To bvisit the cfatherless and dwidows in their eaffliction, and to keep himself funspotted from gthe hworld. God needs his bodies on earth. Some are wanted, some are a surprise. But God has a plan and loves us all. We all have the light of Christ and hope. We are here to grow and struggle. Whatever it takes to guide us to GRIT Grit to be born, Grit to be alive Grit to build on whatever our foundation is Rocky or solid. We are all here to bless the fatherless, The widow The afflicted The Unspotted from the world All are OUR babies Leland Matthew Sevy Welcome to our family

Say What You Mean and Mean What You Say             The car is full of teenagers and I am the only adult driving the rowdy bunch home from school. We are a new blended family of 14 children. Luckily, we only had 9 sweet darling children living with us, 8 boys and one girl. All of our lives have made dramatic changes. I am now the stepmom instead of the fun neighborhood mom. The mom who had parties, taught 4-h and was saddling horses for the neighborhood kids to ride gentle nags. This mom had rules and she meant what she said and said what she meant. I gave a straightforward warning, “You all need to be quiet, quit fighting, it isn’t safe for me driving or I am going to stop the car and leave you all on the side of the road.” Then new stepchildren thought this was a game. My big boys new different and warned their new siblings their new mom didn’t lie, “you better stop, she doesn’t lie!” The two nearly 200 pounds football player boys started rocking the back of the car and used their loud, low boisterous voices, the stunning, darling girl in

Sometimes the pain is so deep there are no words. Silence is all you have It is personal and your own And the choice is yours Will you stay in the pain? Will you cut through?  Who will pick up the weapon first?  Who will move the hand? After you get through this trial, Who will help you next time?  This is what life is all about. Getting through the pain. If we can get through the pain, we can find happiness. If it was always happy and easy, we wouldn’t appreciate the good times or even the cut through the hard times. I am grateful for people, angels, Jesus Christ, God, and the Holy Ghost who pick up the weapon and move the hand to cut through my pain so I can feel hope, happiness, and joy.  Thank you, Carol