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I would love to invite you into my home to have a cup of tea with me. We could sit in my sunny kitchen and talk about all the things that are going on in our lives. I could share with you the news I hear from my grown daughters. How my grandkids are growing. We could laugh together over the funny things that they have said. It would be fun to share the ins and outs of our family life, and talk about our latest creative projects. We could share what God has been teaching us, in our personal lives, and encourage each other on this walk of faith. We could pray together, laugh together, and even cry together. Since most of us will never be able to sit down together face to face, I would like to invite you to join me here. So come on in and have a cup of tea with me.

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Joy

Joy

About Me

Crossville, Tennessee, United States
I am a 61 year old, wife, married to my best friend for 40 years. We have been blessed with 6 children, & 13 grandchildren. I love mentoring women in their spritual walk & in the everyday. I have a diverse background, having spent over 30 years living and ministering in a small South American country. Now my family resides in a small town in the lovely state of Tennessee. We have experienced the blessing of adoption, but also the hard of dealing with a child with RAD and other mental health issues. You can live life with the cup half full or half empty the choice is yours. I choose half full.

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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

A little funny...

Last Sunday would have been my Grandpa's birthday. My mom and I were talking about it and Teddy started asking us about it. Wanting to know if we were going to make a cake, etc. My Mom mentioned that "Pa" was in heaven with Jesus now and he would be celebrating there, so we didn't need to make a cake or have a party.

Teddy thought about that for a minute and then he said, "Did he die because he got old and sick or did he get run over by a car?"

Teddy's only experience with death has been our two dogs that died. First our German Shepherd, got sick and he was old so he died. Then our little dog got out and was run over... so I guess he figures that you either die of "old age" or you get "run over"!

Have a great week!
Joy
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