I heard this song this weekend and thought it epitomizes why we record the stories of our loved ones. What if the grandaughter had missed the love in the locket?
One special piece of jewelry can tell the story of a lifetime. Share it!
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**The Locket by Lauren Alaina on the Wildflower CD
My son went to his friend's homecoming dance last night. Man, was he handsome :)...anyway...
Something he said on the way home struck me. While I slept his words continued to whirl in my mind.
For background:
Once they got to the dance, he got settled talking to a couple of guys. She saw her friends and wandered off to dance with them.
The boys he was talking to left ~ He was alone.
When I asked what he did, he said, "I just walked around and around the perimeter of the gym while she danced with her friends."
Yet, when she saw her friends, part of her everyday world, she left the one she is crazy about to be with the comfortable!
By now, I'm sure you can see where I am going with this....
All night and this morning I've been wondering how often I, like this girl, am dancing with my family, friends, schedule, and, life that I forget the One I am crazy about is quietly, patiently, walking the perimeter of my world. Too often I invite Him to the dance of my life, but, I get distracted and before I realize it, it's the end of the night and I've missed so many opportunities to be with Him.
And, this struck deeper....
Lord, you so patiently and lovingly stay for me. May I take time today to see you, and leave the comfortable to be sure my Savior knows I love Him and am so happy He is there for me. Though I know this world is not where you belong, thank you for enduring it, even to the cross, so that I can feel your presence at every moment of my life. My love, my Jesus, thank you for watching over me and walking the perimeter while I dance!
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As October 13th, my mom's birthday, approaches she has been heavy in my thoughts and sweet in my memory.
17 months ago I held her hand as this beautiful soul walked into the arms of her Savior. While I deeply believe her work on earth may well have been done, it just seems to me there are still too many lives that her legacy needs to touch.
When I began creating Unto All Generations it came from a sense of urgency to tell my children their story. I wanted them to read of their grandmother's love for them, others, and, Jesus.
Over the last few months I have felt the Lord calling me to use Unto All Generations and Scrapbooker's Bubble Bath as part of my mom's legacy. She is not the only woman that had an amazing story to tell, yet will never get the chance to tell it. Too many others have left this earth without leaving love notes for their loved ones to read.
In Memory of my mom and In Honor of her life, I have decided to make the Unto All Generations Series available for free to all! I'm praying to encourage daughters to document their moms' words, and moms to record their dreams for their children, and grandmothers to share their love for their grandchildren. If I can help more tell the story of His amazing love in their albums, lives will be changed for eternity. The legacy of my mom's short life will live on in the deeper passion that I now have in encouraging others to leave their legacy through their words and scrapbooks.
Happy Birthday to my beautiful mom ~ thank you for leaving a legacy Unto All Generations!
Read the story of why I have chosen to now give away Unto All Generations for free.
To receive your free copy of Unto All Generations I, II, and III, simply send an email request to tina@scrapbookersbubblebath.com.
The only payment I am asking in return is the opportunity to pray for each book as it is downloaded.
While I realize it would be tempting to forward the book to your friends, I ask if you would instead refer them back to this site. I would like the honor of praying over each book as it is sent out. (**Having had the opportunity to pray as I write each email, I have been greatly blessed ~ thank you so much!!)
May you feel His Perfect Presence as you record His Word in your albums! :)
I am excited to see the response to the Beautiful For Him Album! Based on the comments and some emails, looks like I'm not the only person with a tween girl in my life! :)
**Just a thought before I continue ~ This idea can also be used to help you create a "My Princess" page for your tween boy as well.
The first page I've started working on is her "My Prince" page. Although this is not the first page in the album, this is one that I am starting on first. She doesn't know that she is helping me create it. :)
There will be many more ideas to help you create the page. However, I thought I'd throw this first one out there for you to begin gathering the info.
I believe if our girls / boys would begin creating their prince / princess in their mind early they would be more likely to recognize when he/she comes along. It gives them an idea of what is important to them. And, if we can help guide them through the design process, we may be able to stick in a few of our own desired critical characteristics.
Over the next couple weeks and months spend time in conversation with your child or grandchild. Help them begin to identify what is important to them to help them design their future mate. This not only will give you material for your page, but, it will open up some important dialog about what IS essential and why.
Here are just a few conversations starters and subjects you can explore with your precious young one:
Keep notes and document quotes along with dates. This will make creating the page simple and original with their actual words and thoughts.
Their words, along with your own insight and prayers can create a life changing page. Imagine the child looking through that album as their actual words are read. Consider the effect that page could have on their choice of a future mate!
Have fun ~ you may be surprised how much fun it is to dream with your tween! :)
** As more ideas are added they will be added to the Beautiful for Him Album catagory to the left
I'm not gonna try to be creative and tie this post to scrapbooking....
To be honest and to the point: If you buy your child an I-Pod Touch, please be an informed parent.
This is just a quick infomercial to parents/grandparents who have purchased I-Pod Touches for their children. While these hand-held gizmos are amazing, they can be just another avenue for our children to be exposed to content that is unacceptable for adults, let alone children.
Spend some time playing with your child's I-Pod Touch. See what they see. Try to access everything they can access. I think you will be surprised and disappointed at what is out there.
Here are just a few suggestions for parents.
We are pioneers in parenting/grandparenting children who have access to so many avenues and kinds of media. No generation has had so many ways for the enemy creep into their lives. We must stay alert and knowledgable as we raise these precious souls!
My 11 year old daughter is amazing, in spite of who her mother is :) Her heart is precious and her soul is stunning. I am so excited to see the woman she will become one day.
Parenting tweens is challenging, awkward, and beautiful. And, while I have made it through 3 boys, I am finding that tween girls are a very different breed.
Do you remember those years? The feeling of being "stuck between Barbie Dolls and Boys", as my mom would say, could change by the minute. Sorting through our new world of friends, clothes, words, talents, education, boys, girls, pets, parents, make-up, shaving, music, and changes left us giggling one moment and crying the next.......Ah yes, it's all coming back to me now: Wow, how'd we survive?
As I step back and watch my daughter develop into the woman God wants her to be I feel a new passion to help her see how beautiful she is in His eyes. How do I encourage her to look in the mirror and feel confident? How do I teach her to be authentic? How do I instill within her the trust that He created her wonderfully? Again, insert the best answer here: My albums! :)
So today I start my daughter's Beautiful For Him album. This may very well be the most important album a mother could ever make for her daughter. If we women would have learned to find our beauty when we were 10 we wouldn't struggle so much when we are in our 40s. As I plan the album in my head, I have been praying that it is one she will refer to over the years. Whether she is 14, 40, or 84 I want her to KNOW she is beautiful: Her mama and Jesus say so!!!
I have so many things to say, so many ideas to create her Beautiful For Him album. However, like me, long posts probably don't keep your attention, so, I'll just have to break them up into a few different ones. A new catagory has been created for you to click on and get ideas to make your own Beautiful For Him album for your daughter.
Let's turn our daughters' eyes to Him and one of the most amazing parts of His creation: THEM!
Here is the inspiration for the album title: Beautiful For Me ~ Nichole Nordeman
Beautiful For Me ~ Nichole Nordeman
Every girl young and old has to face her own reflection
Twirl around, stare it down
What’s the mirror gonna say
With some luck, you’ll measure up
But you might not hold a candle to the rest
“Is that your best?” says the mirror to the mess
But there’s a whisper in the noise
Can you hear a little voice
and he says
Has anybody told you you’re beautiful?
You might agree if you could see what I see
Oh
‘Cuz everything about you is incredible
You should have seen me smile the day that I made you beautiful for me
If it’s true beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
What my life and what’s inside to give him something to behold
I want a heart that’s captivating
I wanna hear my Father say
Has anybody told you you’re beautiful?
You might agree if you could see what I see
Oh
‘Cuz everything about you is incredible
You should have seen me smile the day that I made you beautiful for me
Close your eyes
Look inside
Let me see the you that you’ve been trying to hide
Long ago, I made you so very beautiful
So I ought to know you’re beautiful
Has anybody told you you’re beautiful?
You might agree if you could see what I see
Yeah
‘Cuz everything about you is incredible
You should have seen me smile the day that I made you beautiful
You’re so beautiful
Beautiful for me
So beautiful for me
Has anybody told you?
13 months ago I walked my mom into the arms of Jesus. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her. I want to call her. I want to hug her. I need to hear her voice that it will all be ok.
Was she proud of me? What was her favorite moment being a mom? What would she say to my children? How can I be a better mom? How do you boil eggs? :)
Over this past year I haven't scrapped a page.
I have taken lots of pictures, but just haven't been too sure where to start to capture the story and pass the legacy.
Then this week, it hit me....what if my kids also loose me too early. What if they are left wondering what I would say to them? What if they NEED to know, I mean REALLY KNOW that I loved them and was proud of them, but I'm not there to tell them?
Well, insert here the perfect answer to all my questions and fears: My albums.
Have you ever really stopped to realize what a gift your albums will truly be to your family? Our albums can be full of love letters, I'm proud of you cheers, words of wisdom and answers to the deepest questions in life.
The potential for our albums to touch those we leave behind goes so deep that there should be a sense of urgency to get those words recorded.
So, I updated the cart for the Unto All Generations back to the .99 for all 3 volumes, have been noodling on some upcoming posts, and, am excited to turn to a new stage of my scrapbooking: Not just leaving the legacy, but, making sure my children know my thoughts, prayers and dreams for them!
Silly me ~ I've spent so much time circling around where to get started, and, missed the point that it doesn't matter. In words stolen from Nike, Just Do It!
"Look Up. Never turn back.
The last step that takes all your strength may be your new beginning.
There's no shame in being afraid.
Just keep the faith, keep believing.
Look up."
Wonderful words for the pages of an album or a card created for one during a difficult time facing a new stage in life.
Are you or a loved one facing fear, pain, uncertainity? Each step gets us closer to His plan and His rescue!
Look Up
by Lara Landon ~ check out her music, she is wonderful
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You're amazing. With a year like yours, I'm not sure I'd be standing.
My inspiration. Seen you face each blow with strength I can't imagine.
But it seems lately you're at the very end.
I search for words to help you keep on going...Look Up. Never turn back.
The last step that takes all your strength may be your new beginning.
There's no shame in being afraid.
Just keep the faith, keep believing.
Look up.Between two mountains and it seems each day they keep on getting bigger
we pray together but I don't know what to do to make it better, no.Look Up. Never turn back.
The last step that takes all your strength may be your new beginning.
There's no shame in being afraid.
Just keep the faith, keep believing.
Look up.This life is worth the fight I know you'll win.
Jesus sees us and He knows how hard you're trying.
He knows you're trying....Look Up. Never turn back.
The last step that takes all your strength may be your new beginning.
There's no shame in being afraid.
Just keep the faith, keep believing.
Look up.
With the recent passing of my mom, as I am sure is normal, I have had some major reflection time.
I have been surprised to realize the things that are monumental moments and impacts in my life. I am seeing that things I once took for granted are now major building blocks in who I am today.
Most surprising, is a 130 year old building.
About 5 years ago, my parents moved out of my childhood home. That was the home I learned so much about life, family, and, my Jesus. As I've reflected over the beautiful memories that have come flooding in, I am in a humbling awe to realize how many of those moments are involving Woodrow Avenue. I remember my mom saying when we moved in that house 30 years ago, she wanted a home whose walls could tell stories of birthdays, weddings and funerals. And now, oh, the stories those walls could tell!
In two weeks we are going back to Ohio to have her celebration service in the town that she was such an amazing part of her life, and, mine. While I am excited to see so many people whom she touched, I am most drawn the House That Built Me.
I'm looking forward to walking that yard, stepping on the porch where so many souls were changed; touching that door I walked through to be greeted by a woman who loved her family with her every fiber; and standing under the big old Oak that held the rickety swing of precious talks ~ the one on the front of Unto All Generations III;
While I am sure there will be tears shed, I can't wait to pray on those grounds and thank them for helping build a foundation for so many lives that are changing the world for Him. I only hope that I can give that sacred place justice as I create the pages to tell its story.
With a notebook, There's No Place Like Home devotional, and, the following song playing, I will be jotting down the moments and the House That Built Me, and, now my legacy.
How about you? Have you made a page to tell of the House That Built You? Is there more than one home that had a major molding factor in your life? Share the story of a home or two that is special to you!
My people will live
in peaceful dwelling places,
secure homes,
and undisturbed places of rest ~ Isaiah 32:18
Miranda Lambert - 10 - The House That Built Me
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I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine
Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
Not too sure what to say in this post ~ or, where Scrapbookers Bubble Bath will go from here:
SBB's birth came at a time when my life was changing. I saw a legacy and knew a story that needed to be recorded before it was too late. I wanted to help others, as well as myself, be sure to capture the stories and leave the legacy of the past generations for the ones in the future.
Last week, my mom, the one I saw fading, wrote the final words in HER legacy, and ran into the wide open arms of her loving Savior.
My heart is broken at the loss. I have lost the woman who once was my best friend. She was my rock for so many years. She was an amazing woman, who, literally changed eternity for so many.
I must say, the albums I have created up to this point have been a such a treasure this last week. Never, in a million years, would I have dreamed how much the completed pages and recorded words would have meant. Those pages have provided so much healing ~ as I am sure any scrapbooker who has lost a loved one would tell you.
I don't know how to explain it girls, except that our drive to get these albums completed and stories recorded really do have a purpose. And, not until those albums are sitting on our laps, in moments as mine this last week, will we realize how thankful we are to ourselves for our passion. This isn't just our hobby, it is a place to laugh and cry, an avenue to spread His Word, a place for loved ones to rest and remember, a salve for broken hearts, and, maybe, even, someone's path to eternity.
As a mom to teen boys my role is changing daily. I'm not needed to wipe their noses or teach them how to tie their shoes. My job is to get them ready to be men who love Jesus and will rock this world for Him. That, my friends, is a job much bigger than I dreamed.
Instead of protecting them, I have to release them. Instead of bossing them, I have to lead them. Instead of lecturing them I have to guide them.
I give them the tools, they go on and use them. I give them my love, they pass it on. I lead them to Christ, they follow Him, not me.
While I am excited to see who they are becoming and where their lives are headed, I fear roads they may take and mistakes they may make. We've all been there, done that, bought the t-shirt but don't wanna wear it....they will too.
There are lessons to be learned from me, and, on their own.
I played this song through 5 times today to be sure I was pulling all the meaning out. Wow ~ really these are lessons we may forget to teach, but, how essential are they to making it through as our children find their way?
What a great set of lyrics to put in a baby album, beside some graduation pictures, or, framed for the wall beside your child's bed!
Jars of Clay - 09 - Boys (Lesson One)
Lesson one: Do not hide
Lesson two: There are right ways to fight
And if you have questions we can talk through the night
So you know who you are, and you know what you want
I’ve been where you’re going, and it’s not that far
It’s too far to walk, but you don’t have to run
You’ll get there in time
Lesson three: You’re not alone
And since I saw you start breathing on your own
You can leave, you can run
This will still be your home
So you know who you are, and you know what you want
I’ve been where you’re going, and it’s not that far
It’s too far to walk, but you don’t have to run
You’ll get there in time
Get there in time
In time
To wonder where the days have gone
In time
To be old enough to wish that you were young
When good things are unraveling, bad things come undone
You weather love and loose your innocence
There will be liars, and thieves who take from you
Not to undermine the consequence but you are not what you do
When you need it most, I have a hundred reasons why I love you
So you know who you are, and you know what you want
I’ve been where you’re going, and it’s not that far
It’s too far to walk, but you don’t have to run
You’ll get there in time
So you know who you are, and you know what you want
I’ve been where you’re going, and it’s not that far
It’s too far to walk, but you don’t have to run
You’ll get there in time
Get there in time
If you weather love and lose your innocence
Just remember, Lesson one…
With recent TV commercials by Go Daddy, who is my current web-host for Scrapbookers Bubble Bath, I am struggling with the issue of continuing to use them. While I know they will not miss my money, it is becoming the principal for me. Why, when their commercials cause me to blush, would I give them my business? To be honest, it has been an issue for me for the last two Super Bowls ~ I just haven't been woman enough to act on my beliefs :~)
So, after much prayer, I have decided to take a stand and make a change.
While I know these changes will take much time, may be a logistical nightmare, and, in the end, cause the site to not be as nice looking, I believe we are called to be in the world, but, not of it. Scrapbookers Bubble Bath is a part of me, and, belongs to the Lord. When He calls us to make a move, we must do it, no matter the cost.
So, I am not sure of all the whos, whats, and, whens for the new SBB home ~ However, I do know the first quick change will be the posting of He Keeps Us.
It has been interesting over the past year to see the increase in requests for the He Keeps Us Devotionals. Not sure if the word is traveling, or, if it is that we are all beginning to realize where our priorities, including scrapbooking journaling, should be.
With the changes to a new host, I am now able to upload the He Keeps Us Devotionals, allowing for immediate download and no longer requiring requests be sent. I have started the move this week. Click here to see the home page, and, here to see the first available downloads. I expect this part of SBB to have a permanent home completed in a few months.
So, please be patient as I try to make a huge move that is more work than the one I just did across the United States :~) And, please pass on your comments below or email me at tina@scrapbookersbubblebath.com as far as ease of use, and presentation. I really want to attempt to make it as nice as it is at the other host.
My daughter plays on a homeschool volleyball team. Being the only 4th grader on a junior high team has brought her mostly bench warming time. And, when she has gotten to play, it's been my begging praying that she hit the ball over the net......Bless her heart - that hadn't happened....until Saturday!!!
Well, after that great bump, her momma stood up, grabbed the white tounament t-shirt and 'rally towel' spun it like a fool cheering for the Super Bowl game-winning field goal. And, just as I sat down, she hit it again, back over that net. So, what 's a mom to do, but, stand right back up there and do it again. Here I am, shirt spinning, dancing, yelling, I'm sure arms flapping, and causing all eyes to look at me and not the game...only to have my daughter say afterwards "Oh, I didn't see you".
Are you kidding me? I stood there attracting everyone's attention and, she didn't see me? Ugh.
I stepped completely out of my comfort zone, put all concerns aside, ranted and raved, and, she didn't see me? - Yikes.
I put myself out there to make sure she felt the love I had for her, and, she didn't see me? - Ouch
Would I do it again? Absolutely
Why - because I love her - more than life itself.
And, this morning, as I looked at my beautiful purple mums covered in rain drops, I wondered how many times Christ does a rally towel spin to get our attention and show His love for us, and we miss it.
Maybe we're so caught up in the game we don't notice Him standing on the sidelines cheering for us like a crazy mom, or, quietly interceding for us like a Savior.
That tree of gold, red and orange - that's Him, showing His love through the beauty of nature.
That call you just got from a friend - that's Him, showing His love through companionship.
That pair of dirty socks you picked up for your son, again - that's Him, showing His love through the reminder that your child can run and play.
That alarm going off seemingly too early this morning - that's Him, giving you the gift of another day.
What if we, even just for 24 hours watched for signs of Him, in the stands, showing His love for us - How would our perspecitve change? How would our confidence grow? How would our trust in Him get stronger? How would our strength to face the day grow deeper?
Oh, How my heart would break if my Savior asked me if I saw Him and, I had to reply, "Oh, I didn't see you".
"Ah, Sovereign Lord, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm. Nothing is too hard for you. You show love to thousands..." Jer 32:18
"But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us." Rom 5:8
So, you can bet , when I scrap those tournament pictures - this will be a double page spread. 1 page to tell the story of her season, the other page to tell the story of "I didn't see you" and, make sure she reads that He shows us He loves us all day long - we simply need to look on the sidelines.
***Keep looking at those pictures through eternal glasses girls - there are so many stories to tell beyond the date, time, and, who was there.
Nothing to scrap about this one, just a great lightbulb moment! :~)
Wow, what do I write in my first post since the sale of our home and heartbreaking move across the US?
I think, simply, although a little wordy :~)......
He is God, it is out of my hands, and: I want it that way.
Notice I didn't type agreement, or pleasure in, or even enjoyment in, it is pure TRUST IN.
My family's testimony of how the Lord worked is beautiful - not perfect, not fun, not easy, and, most of all, not as we would have orchestrated it - but, it is BEAUTIFUL.
As I have been mulling over in my mind how I was going to create these pages, I keep coming back to the same summary:
He is God, it is out of my hands, and: I want it that way.
The details are too many to share in a short post ~ but, the Truth is the same for me, as well as for you....
His will is what you and I want for our family ~ and, we must pray that way.
We may pray for something so deeply that we literally are drawn to tears at the mere mention of the desire. We may think, in our finite minds, that there is only one way for our situation to work out and be pleasing to all. We may cry in anguish as He answers our prayers in ways we didn't want. We may be so weary that we don't think we can last another moment or take another step. We may question Him, try to bargain with Him, beg Him, and, even be angry with Him.
However, His will is what you and I want for our family ~ and, we must pray that way.
What a beautiful place to be: At His feet in complete submission to His Will and knowing that, while it just may not make sense today, it WILL in ETERNITY!
We don't want what we want. Ultimately, we must come to a place of wanting our lives to be out of our hands, and, into the nail-scarred hands of our Savior.
He is God, it is out of my hands, and: I want it that way.
As you guys have read over and over - I believe our pages should be just as much, maybe even more, about His work in our lives as they are about the birthdays and sport teams.
As scrapbooking season is coming, I literally challenge you to make a few pages of times the Lord has worked in ways you would not have chosen. Do you have to have all the answers in your pages? No, He will use your work to speak to those who will hold those pages for years to come.
You simply have to share your heart!
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Matthew West ~ It's Out of My Hands
(Click on the link, and, wait forever, then, the song will play - Sorry about the format - My web host is working on updates...I'll be glad when they are done! You may need to open a new window to this site to read the words while the song plays)
Matthew West - 07 - Out Of My Hands
There you go changing my plans again
There you go shifting my sands again
For reasons I don't understand again
Lately I don't have a clue
Just when I start liking what I see
There you go changing my scenery
I never know where you're taking me
But I'm trying just to follow you
It's out of my hands
It's out of my reach
It's over my head
And it's out of my league
There's too many things
That I don't understand
So it's into your will
And it's out of my hands
There you go healing these scars again
Showing me right where you are again
I'm helpless, and that's where I start again
I'm giving it all up to you
It's out of my hands
It's out of my reach
It's over my head
And it's out of my league
There's too many things
That I don't understand
So it's into your will
And it's out of my hands
Move me, make me
Choose me, change me
Send me, shake me
Find me, remind me
The past is behind me
Take it all away
Take it all from me, I pray
It's out of my hands
It's out of my reach
It's over my head
And it's out of my league
There's too many things
That I don't understand
So it's into your will
And it's out of my hands
Whew - after a stint of nearly 2 years of dual citizenship between 2 states, I can finally say we are in officially in Houston!
The stories of struggles survived, lessons learned and blessings bestowed have been way too numerous to even begin to share in one post.
But, more than anything, the Lord has shown me that, when we have patient endurance resting and trusting in Him, He will show us beauty beyond belief.
I have learned to rest in Him with every ounce of my being.
And, if there ever was a time our loved ones need to find the peace in resting in Him, it is now.
The reason I started this site was to present one way to get your legacy and His Word into your albums ~ I have seen and read such amazing stories from you. However, I believe He is calling Scrapbookers Bubble Bath to be a brighter light and a bigger tool in a its little corner of the world.
First on my agenda, is to lower the price of the Unto All Generations Volumes I, II, and, III to 0.99....Nope, that wasn't a typo :~)
No fancy words guys ~ In short, I just want EVERYONE to experience His love and peace. And, this is one way Scrapbookers Bubble Bath can touch hurting lives and make an eternal impact.
So, enjoy, use these for growing His Kingdom, watch God show up in your life, and, hang around to watch what else is on my Texan mind :~)
All we ever have to be is who He made us to be!
Amy Grant - 08 - All I Ever Have To Be
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All I Ever Have to Be ~ Amy Grant "Never Alone" CD When the weight of all my dreams
Is resting heavy on my head
And the thoughtful words of help and hope
Have all been nicely said
But I'm still hurting, wondering if I'll ever be the one
I think I am
I think I am.
Then you gently re-remind me
That You've made me from the first
And the more I try to be the best
The more I get the worst.
And I realize the good in me
Is only there because of who You are
Who You are.
And all I ever have to be is what
You've made me
Any more or less would be a step out of Your plan
As you daily recreate me help me always keep in mind
That I only have to do what I can find
And all I ever have to be
All I have to be
All I ever have to be is what You've made me
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