Dec 7, 2017 - Random Facts    3 Comments

NICU Baby Blanket Drive

Hi!

So I really want to do an event where we create a bunch of handmade baby blankets for the NICU babies in our local hospitals.

Since this is on the internet, we cannot all collect our blankets in one place, so all we would need to do is comment under the event post to count up how many blankets we do total.

I need to know how many people would be interested in doing this before I actually start the event. There would be a start and end date.

If you are interested, comment below so I can see how many people want to do it.

I will also try to get my church to help me get the word out, and posting that number here. If you want to do it too, you should let me know! And if you don’t craft, but you know people who do, be sure to share this with them. The more the merrier. 😀

Anyway, thanks!

~B.R.B.

Nov 23, 2017 - Poetry, Writing Projects    2 Comments

“Stars” by Late-Night Libby

I step outs into the cool night air.
Beautiful Silence.

The delicious darkness,
The bright sparkling stars.

The moonlights glows, reflecting off the smooth white blanket that covers everything.

I can see my breathe against the black ceiling.
A prayer.

A prayer for all the stars in my life, each bright, each special, each unique.
They light up my life.

My pastors; always helpful, always encouraging.

My buddies; always there to say hello.

My little Sunday school 3 and 4 year olds; grinning, chattering, laughing, playing.

My Role models; showing me that living an life all for Jesus is possible.

My mentors and teachers; ready to show me how it’s done. Always patient, always kind.

But most of all, tonight, when I see the moon reflecting the hidden sun to my face, I breathe a prayer of thanksgiving.
For my close friends and family.
Near or far, we all see the same moon.

So I pray “God bless them, protect them, guide them.

I thank you God, tonight, for my stars.”

Nov 22, 2017 - Poetry, Writing Projects    No Comments

“Time” by Libby

Time will tell
Where everything leads.

Where heartache heals.

Where pain is relieved.

Where confusion is made clear.

Where tears are turned to joy.

Time will tell
When Time comes.

For now she remains silent.

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