Day number 25,170 of my life was October 25, 2018
when I visually got to
meet-with-my-eyes this MIRACLE-of-LOVE-in-the-making.
If I believe in miracles and
If I believe that God has, is and forever will LOVE and
Then I BELIEVE this to be true and
THE PROOF IN THE PUDDIN’
This is not
the beginning of the story of
as my son and his wife refer to their baby-in-momma’s-womb.
is the beginning of the story that
has brought my Grandbaby Bean into the scene and
has, does and will continue to
nurture and fill the atmosphere and environment that
is surrounded with and protected by.
WHAT A STORY IT IS!!!
A M A Z I N G
W O N D E R F U L
E X C I T I N G
These ultrasound pictures paint a thousand and more words on my heart.
I LOVE YOU BABY BEAN.
It was such a blessing to have met you with my eyes on October 25th, 2018 via these ultrasound pictures but you were birthed-in-my-heart many days, weeks, months before as I prayed for LOVE to create you and bless your Daddy and Momma with YOU as their baby bean from the seeds that were implanted in your Momma’s womb.
I am so looking forward with wonder, anticipation and excitement to hold you in my arms, feel your heart beat and smell your sweet little head where I will plant seeds of LOVE KISSES on you as I hold you and give thanks to God for THE LOVE that brought you to us.
You are just a little-bean-sprout right now, planted in enriched soil in your Momma’s womb but LOVE surrounds you in that protection until you are ready to burst out into the light that will expose you to THE WORLD.
I will continue to pray that THIS WORLD will receive you IN PEACEful surroundings where LOVE will be evidence of JOYfulness in the hearts of those who are prepared-in-LOVE to experience a LIFE FULL of LOVINGKINDNESS and GENTLENESS and HOPE and of course, PATIENCE and WISDOM and COURAGE and STRENGTH beyond the measure of what only LOVE can provide.
Grow well and happily Baby Bean.
Written by your Nana DiAnne with love
November 2, 2018
Welcome to my newly built backyard deck.
Come, sit a spell.
I have been waiting for you to visit
Waiting to serve you a cup of tea or a glass of sparkling raspberry lemonade.
Today it is raining, cold.
The deck chairs are stark white.
Waiting for YOU to add color and excitement to the setting.
Those chairs would be dressed in red gingham cushions, giving you a softened comfort to sit a while.
I would love to spread that white laced table with rose designed china luncheon plate filled with delicious, colorful cupcakes or homemade Red Lobster Sharp Cheddar Cheese biscuits fresh out of the oven.
One of my vintage china faerie tiered serving totems would add the color adorning the center of the table. Her playful personality would add whimsy to the surroundings.
We would listen to the sound of the birds that linger around in that red shrub you can see in the background off the deck and across the grass in my flower/shrub garden.
The fresh spring air would play with our sense of smell, especially if it was blowing from the direction across the street where all the apple blossoms share their fragrance and their beauty.
Words of friendship shared.
Words of encouragement spoken.
The sound of laughter rising.
Feeling of joy, peace and tranquillity felt.
The music within each of us harmonizing with the spirit of gratitude.
Belonging. Community. Kindness.
Giving and receiving.
Friendship building from a time of being strangers.
The secrets of being lost in the shadow of the word “alone” being brought into the light that friendship welcomes.
Trust built in just such a time as this.
My today act of kindness and hospitality will linger tomorrow.
For that I give thanks.
Writer & Photographer.
June 15, 2016.
Lost in the shadow of words.
Source: Today I write and…
I have been told that I should be a writer.
I have a gift with words they say.
I have a story to be written.
I have so much to write about today.
They say that words can paint a picture.
They also say that a picture paints a 1000 words.
They have lost me in the shadow of words.
They will find me lost in the shadows of each picture.
When all else is gone.
When no words exist.
When the picture fades.
When will I be done?
Today I will find the words.
Today I will find me.
Today I will lose myself in the shadow of new words.
Today I cannot see the total picture.
So as today becomes now.
So as now I am a writer.
So as a writer I can paint a picture.
So each picture will contain a thousand words.
Light produces shadows.
Lost I will be in the mystery as the words filter through the light casting shadows of hope, encouragement, joy all overshadowed by a heart of thanksgiving.
Fluid flowing words dripping onto the pages leaving their watermark identifying who I am.
I am a Gatherer of Family & Friends…for therein is the Joy of Life was written by Denise as one of her “I am” s.
I am a like spirit with Denise in that way and in many other ways.
I am a creative.
I am an entrepreneurial spirited dreamer.
I am a hidden away treasure.
I am wanting to come out from the shadows cast onto me by the good, the bad and the ugliest of words.
I am breaking out into the light of my today.
I am finding real vulnerability.
I am courageously stepping out from those secret places that had me imprisoned in word boxes.
I am who I am, not whose I became.
I am defined by God as His Workmanship.
I am no longer a slave to their words.
I am free to be me.
I am intuitive.
I am kind.
I am clever.
I am full of mystery, wonder and talent.
I am wearing my heart on my sleeve because my heart overflows with love deposits from my yester-years and I refuse to contain it all for myself because it must continue to flow and keep the flow generating with more love, hope, joy and thanksgiving into the river of life for others to drink from.
I am the author if these words…hence
I AM A WRITER
Today I write and……
Signed Lady Dianne Phillips, Writer
June 14, 2016