Home that rides on wheels

Peanut Butter

                                                                   By: Penny Cook

Yes, this is the Peanut Butter story. AGAIN!

If you've heard it and are tired of it - please pass over it. 😊 I post it when it comes up because so many people still ask me about it. Maybe someone new will be encouraged by it.

It's a true story and is a story of God and His Faithfulness in ALL things.

And now - The Peanut Butter Story:

During a season of my life when I was a single mother and struggling financially, one of my daughters came and asked what might seem like a simple request. She said, "It's been a while since we've had any peanut butter. Could we get some?" I told her I'd see what I could do about that and she went off to bed. Well, I remember laying on the couch and crying like a baby because I knew there was no money to buy peanut butter with. I had a good old fashioned pity party. I cried out to God and told Him how unfair it was that my children had to do with out such a simple request over circumstances that were not their fault. I told Him I felt ashamed to question Him and complain when we certainly had not gone hungry. Many friends and church family had been faithful to help us. God had shown His faithfulness time and time again. I told Him it surely would be nice to be able to go to the store and get not only our needs, but also a few "wants", like peanut butter! I cried myself to sleep feeling like a failure as a mother. (The peanut butter was just the straw that pushed me over the edge of much financial stress)

The next morning I got up to go run the Meals on Wheels route that I worked that summer. I took one of the girls with me every day so I would have some special time with the daughter who went for that day. The same one went with me that day who had asked about the peanut butter.

We got to one of the houses and the sweet little lady who lived there asked if I could wait a minute after we had given her the meal. She went into her house and came back with a can in her hands. She then preceded to say "I went yesterday to get my commodities and they had this can of peanut butter in my box. Well, I don't buy peanut butter because it gives me "the gas". I love it but it sure doesn't love me! Well, I kept thinking about this can of peanut butter in my cabinet last night and I got up and ate a spoon full. Let me tell you - that spoon full of peanut butter kept me up all night! When I got up this morning, I thought, I've got to get that stuff out of my house! Then I thought about you and your little girls coming by here everyday. I don't want to offend you by offering you an opened can with a spoon mark in it, but I figured kids all love peanut butter. Would you mind having this can of peanut butter?"

I'm sure she wondered why I was crying before she could even finish her question! Absolutely, we would love to have such a precious gift! In that moment it was more valuable than a can full of gold! Sure, a can of gold would have bought a house full of groceries, but not the lesson my children and I learned that day and that we have never forgotten. God does hear our prayers, He hears our heart cries. He hears a little girl say "can we get some peanut butter" when there's no money to buy it. That little lady could have given us a loaf of bread or a bag of potatoes. But it would not have been the miracle that God wanted us to have. It would have been appreciated but not something that I would remember so vividly 20 years later. My God is an awesome God and He cares about me personally. He cares about you too. Bring your needs and your concerns to Him. He will show you how big, and loving, and able He is. I've just always felt bad that the poor little lady had "the gas" all night to get our miracle to us! 

Your Choice, Your Body, Abortation

                                         Yes it's your body, yes it's your choice,

Your body, your womb, your choice, you have a choice not to have sex, you have a choice to abstain from having un-protective sex, you have a choice to use birth control, FREE from any clinic or health dept., BUT, what about your helpless baby, yes it is a baby, it has a heart beat, thus a baby is growing and forming in your womb what about the babies choice not to be torn/ripped apart being removed from your womb. The baby did not choose to be , it feels pain, can't cry for help, can't speak up for it's rights, what about this precious baby.

if you find yourself pregnant, and can't keep your baby for whatever reason, consider adoption, not abortation. there are so many families who would give anything to have your precious baby and Bless it with a wonderful life filled with love, support, nuturing and growing into a great adult you would be so proud of.

You can sleep at night without the guilt of aborting... ADOPTING in the answer, please consider this

White Slaves

There should be a White History Month too. Just like we have a Black History Month. 
I never knew any of this. I'm not racists but the Black race needs to know they weren't the only ones who suffer slavery...
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slavery

IRISH: THE FORGOTTEN WHITE SLAVES

IRISH: THE FORGOTTEN WHITE SLAVES

They came as slaves: human cargo transported on British ships bound for the Americas. They were shipped by the hundreds of thousands, men, women and even the youngest of children.

Whenever they rebelled or even disobeyed an order, they were punished in the harshest ways. Slave owners would hang their human property by their hands and set their hands or feet on fire as one form of punishment. Some were burned alive then had their heads placed on pikes in the marketplace as a warning to other captives.

We don’t really need to go through all of the gory details, do we? We know all too well the atrocities of the African slave trade.

But are we talking about African slavery? King James VI and Charles I also led a continued effort to enslave the Irish. Britain’s Oliver Cromwell furthered this practice of dehumanizing one’s next door neighbour.

The Irish slave trade began when James VI sold 30,000 Irish prisoners as slaves to the New World. His Proclamation of 1625 required Irish political prisoners be sent overseas and sold to English settlers in the West Indies.

By the mid 1600s, the Irish were the main slaves sold to Antigua and Montserrat. At that time, 70% of the total population of Montserrat were Irish slaves.

Ireland quickly became the biggest source of human livestock for English merchants. The majority of the early slaves to the New World were actually white.

From 1641 to 1652, over 500,000 Irish were killed by the English and another 300,000 were sold as slaves. Ireland’s population fell from about 1,500,000 to 600,000 in one single decade.

Families were ripped apart as the British did not allow Irish dads to take their wives and children with them across the Atlantic. This led to a helpless population of homeless women and children. Britain’s solution was to auction them off as well.

During the 1650s, over 100,000 Irish children between the ages of 10 and 14 were taken from their parents and sold as slaves in the West Indies, Virginia and New England. In this decade, 52,000 Irish (mostly women and children) were sold to Barbados and Virginia.

Another 30,000 Irish men and women were also transported and sold to the highest bidder. In 1656, Cromwell ordered that 2000 Irish children be taken to Jamaica and sold as slaves to English settlers.

Many people today will avoid calling the Irish slaves what they truly were: Slaves. They’ll come up with terms like “Indentured Servants” to describe what occurred to the Irish. However, in most cases from the 17th and 18th centuries, Irish slaves were nothing more than human cattle.

As an example, the African slave trade was just beginning during this same period. It is well recorded that African slaves, not tainted with the stain of the hated Catholic theology and more expensive to purchase, were often treated far better than their Irish counterparts.

African slaves were very expensive during the late 1600s (£50 Sterling). Irish slaves came cheap (no more than £5 Sterling). If a planter whipped, branded or beat an Irish slave to death, it was never a crime. A death was a monetary setback, but far cheaper than killing a more expensive African.

The English masters quickly began breeding the Irish women for both their own personal pleasure and for greater profit. Children of slaves were themselves slaves, which increased the size of the master’s free workforce.

Even if an Irish woman somehow obtained her freedom, her kids would remain slaves of her master. Thus, Irish mothers, even with this new found emancipation, would seldom abandon their children and would remain in servitude.

In time, the English thought of a better way to use these women to increase their market share: The settlers began to breed Irish women and girls (many as young as 12) with African men to produce slaves with a distinct complexion. These new “mulatto” slaves brought a higher price than Irish livestock and, likewise, enabled the settlers to save money rather than purchase new African slaves.

This practice of interbreeding Irish females with African men went on for several decades and was so widespread that, in 1681, legislation was passed “forbidding the practice of mating Irish slave women to African slave men for the purpose of producing slaves for sale.” In short, it was stopped only because it interfered with the profits of a large slave transport company.

England continued to ship tens of thousands of Irish slaves for more than a century. Records state that, after the 1798 Irish Rebellion, thousands of Irish slaves were sold to both America and Australia. There were horrible abuses of both African and Irish captives. One British ship even dumped 1,302 slaves into the Atlantic Ocean so that the crew would have plenty of food to eat.

There is little question the Irish experienced the horrors of slavery as much (if not more, in the 17th Century) as the Africans did. There is also little question that those brown, tanned faces you witness in your travels to the West Indies are very likely a combination of African and Irish ancestry.

In 1839, Britain finally decided on it’s own to end its participation in Satan’s highway to hell and stopped transporting slaves. While their decision did not stop pirates from doing what they desired, the new law slowly concluded this chapter of Irish misery.

But, if anyone, black or white, believes that slavery was only an African experience, then they’ve got it completely wrong. Irish slavery is a subject worth remembering, not erasing from our memories.

But, why is it so seldom discussed? Do the memories of hundreds of thousands of Irish victims not merit more than a mention from an unknown writer?

Or is their story to be the one that their English masters intended: To completely disappear as if it never happened.

None of the Irish victims ever made it back to their homeland to describe their ordeal. These are the lost slaves; the ones that time and biased history books conveniently forgot.

Soul Ties

That’s why the word says to save yourself for marriage.
These demons will take over your body and mind.

You ever wonder why you change into a different person
after you sleep with someone? You ever wonder why it’s
so hard to break up with someone after you sleep with
them? Well you have sexual transmitted demons and
soul ties.

That’s why deliverance is so important. Ask God to
search your heart and repent. Pray and renounce those
who you have sleep with and break those ungodly soul ties.

Silver

                                                     Silver~

"How many years of beauty do I have left?
she asks me.
How many more do you want?
Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.

When you are 80 years old
and your beauty rises in ways
your cells cannot even imagine now
and your wild bones grow luminous and
ripe, having carried the weight
of a passionate life.

When your hair is aflame
with winter
and you have decades of
learning and leaving and loving
sewn into
the corners of your eyes
and your children come home
to find their own history
in your face.

When you know what it feels like to fail
ferociously
and have gained the
capacity
to rise and rise and rise again.

When you can make your tea
on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon
and still have a song in your heart
Queen owl wings beating
beneath the cotton of your sweater.

Because your beauty began there
beneath the sweater and the skin,
remember?

This is when I will take you
into my arms and coo
YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING
you’ve come so far.

I see you.
Your beauty is breathtaking."

~ Jeannette Encinias

Traveling on my knee’s

Puppy Pie - Pets in Heaven

Shelters

I believe that (any) city/state that is known for having tornado's should have at lease 2 or more shelters (per city limits) for their citizens who are living in their communities and supporting their towns with jobs and paying their tax'es.

I also believe that any & (all) RV's parks and Mobile Home parks be required to have a shelter for their citizens living in their parks and so forth

Peace Pals

These are called Peace Pals. You can find original pattern for both knit and crochet pattern (FREE) at this site. http://www.knitting4peace.org They have many ways you can help and get involved. Peace Pals go to Africa, Burundi, Guatemala, Homeless getting back on their feet, & many other forien countries for the children.

I call these Prayer Pals, as each is prayed over before given away for the reciever of the dolls. Each is Precious and loving. Each has had it’s it’s own identity . As I make and share these, I will add more photo's for you to enjoy on this page

Just Checking In

A Minister passing through his church
In the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
To see who come to pray.
Just then the back door opened,
And a man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw the man
Hadn't shaved in a while.
His shirt was torn and shabby,
And his coat was worn and frayed,
The man knelt down and bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.
.

In the days that followed at precisely noon,
The preacher saw this chap,
Each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
With robbery a main fear,
.

He decided to stop and ask the man,
'What are you doing here?'
The old man said he was a factory worker
And lunch was half an hour
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.
I stay only a moment
Because the factory's far away;
As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:

.

'I JUST CAME BY TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS BEN,
JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.'

.
The minister feeling foolish,
Told Ben that it was fine.
He told the man that he was welcome
To pray there anytime.
'It's time to go, and thanks,' Ben said
As he hurried to the door.
Then the minister knelt there at the altar,
Which he'd never done before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
As he met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed down his cheeks,
He repeated old Ben's prayer:

.

'I JUST CAME by TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME,
JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.'
.

Past noon one day, the minister noticed
That old Ben hadn't come.
As more days passed and still no Ben,
He began to worry some.
At the factory, he asked about him,
Learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.
.

The week that Ben was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles and joy contagious.
Changed people were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand
Why Ben could be so glad,
When no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.
.

The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends had come to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Ben spoke up
And with a winsome smile;
'The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
He's been here all the while.'
Everyday at noon He comes here,
A dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down and takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:
.

'I JUST CAME BY TO TELL YOU, BEN,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN .
I THINK ABOUT YOU ALWAYS
AND I LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
AND SO BEN, THIS IS JESUS,
JUST CHECKING IN TODAY .'
.

If this blesses you, pass it on. Many people
will walk in and out of your life, but only
true friends will leave footprints/heartprints 
in your heart
.

May God hold you in the palm of His hand
And Angels watch over you..

So, FRIEND, this is ME ...
"Just Checking In Today"

Christmas Kisses-N-Snowflakes

I wish I had know about this when our children and grandchildren were young, what wonderful memories we could have made.
This is such a great Idea, I plan on doing this for Christmas from this year (2018) forth...

A precious lady told me she and her children make snowflakes out of paper, add glue and glitter, when dry they attach them to balloons and send them Heaven bound in Honor/Memory of their loved ones... Great memories being made

Make this a family tradition with your children and continue with it as each year pass'es. Such Love to share and memories to make

*Make a snowflake for each of your loved one who are in Heaven. Then attach then to a balloon and let them go, or hang them on a tree to be enjoyed by others.

**I'm attaching my snowflake to a balloon and sending them off one by one with all my love

Prayer

Pray to be able to express how important God/Jesus is in your life

NOTE:
So many people are just not able to speak up in front of crowds, or people they don't know,  (Like a wall flower), But PRAISE GOD, if we have innernet, a phone, or tablet, or computer, we can voice all our feeling with great Boldness to Proclaim the Glory of our Lord.

Each of us has been given a gift, use your gift to share the Word  of God to those in your life, even if it's not in person

I am one of those people who can talk in front of other's openly, my mouth just shuts down, the words are lost, I begin to sweat, I feel my heart beating like it's going to beat right out of my chest. I just have trouble talking to people I don't know.
 I asked God how can I reach the world for Him, I heard this within my spirit, "use your computer". Right then and there, I dedicated my computer unto God, and thus Heart-Prints was formed...

God has been so good to us, His Word never fails, and as long as I have a breath in my body, I'll shout to the roof tops the Glory of My Lord, even if I have to use my computer to do it

Join us Heart Prints on Facebook

Great Commission - Greatest Commandments

The Great Commission
18 Jesus  said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.
19 Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name
of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 and teaching them to
obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you, always, to
the very end of the age.”
Matthew 28:28-30 (NIV)

Greatest Commandments
30 Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with
all your mind and with all your strength. 31 The second is this: ‘Love your
neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these.”
Mark 12:30-31 (NIV)

Psalm 139:7-10

You (LORD) are "ALWAYS" with me - Psalm 139:7-10 (Both KJV & NIV)

Psalm 139:7-10 (KJV)
7 Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?

8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;

10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.


Psalm 139:7-10(NIV)
7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
    Where can I flee from your presence?

 8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

9  If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
    if I settle on the far side of the sea,

10  even there your hand will guide me,
    your right hand will hold me fast.