Count Your Smiles 😊

A little canvas I found a while back that spoke to my ❤️

Well, it’s another day in the neighborhood….. and things are drying out nicely from yesterday’s fiasco…. Here are a few thoughts, songs and pics that have helped me make it so far.

Broken Hallelujahs By the Afters

Sometimes that’s all we have left, just a broken hallelujah, but when “We are weak, He is strong!”

King of My Heart by Kutless A huge butterfly flew in and circled near me and flew away as I listened to this one. God always lets us know He is ever near. He is always good, no matter the circumstances. This next one will fill you with His Peace!! 💃🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 Dance in advance!!!

I’m Gonna Let It Go By Jason Gray ❤️❤️❤️ this!

Here are a few pics thrown in for good measure…An update on the ‘Animal Revolt’ from the Funny Farm! 😂

🎶 Something strange in the neighborhood….Guineas
A really big bull in the neighborhood
Proud as a peacock near my daughter’s home
Grace trying to appear spooky for Halloween in her ghost costume
Remember me posting this one—which turned out to be the neighbor’s dog?
Here he is….in the middle….Meet Barney! I guess he thinks he’s part of the family now…. 🤫 Shhhh!!! I’m not saying anything otherwise, just in case he’s the leader of this crazy ‘Animal Revolt!’ At least he’s got them all with their ducks in a row! 😹
Hope you guys enjoyed and are having a good one!
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WANTED: DESPERATELY SEEKING ‘DO-OVER’!!!

WANTED: DESPERATELY SEEKING A ‘DO-OVER’ !!! Not to be confused with a Make-over! Looking for a remote control thingy that can rewind small increments in time. Will pay big money. Call 1-800-HELP.

I think it’s perfect to put in the Want Ads in my local newspaper at the moment. What do you guys think? 🤓

Can you tell it’s been ‘a morning’ here and all happening before noon?! 🤦‍♀️😩🤯 If I could just hit that rewind button!!! Simple as that.

Seriously….Does any of you out there actually happen to own one of those remote control thingys?😳….I think I could muster up a first born child or an arm and a leg or something or other to pay for it at this point!

No takers yet?…..Oh well, 💁🏼‍♀️ I just had to ask….It was worth a shot, right? I’m just now calmed down long enough to take a coffee break with a warmed up cup of coffee poured hours ago. I haven’t eaten or even taken my meds yet. 😂

I’m sure I’ve gotten your curiosity up by now, so I might as well spill it.

Picture if you will, me stumbling into the kitchen fresh out of bed, (terrible picture I know!😂) pouring a cup of coffee and setting it down. Getting the food out to feed my fur babies on the back porch. I take it out and pour some in 3 different bowls…Yes it seems I have a new addition to the family apparently, a big brother for Chester and Grace….details later on that one.

Anyways, I proceed back into the kitchen to pour water for their bowl. This is where someone should have yelled out a warning at this point, while violently shaking head “NO!!! DON’T DO IT!!! 😱😱😱 Like someone watching a horror movie, trying to warn the actor/actress they’re about to walk straight right into the killer’s lair.

I reach for the faucet handle, the hot side, to rinse the bowl.

All of a sudden, all hades breaks loose!!! 😳😱🤪 I admit, I wasn’t fully awake before this point. I felt a mist of water 💦 spray my face, and then the handle flies straight up into the air!

What erupted from this little fiasco can only be compared to “Old Faithful.” A giant sized geyser shot up to the ceiling all while soaking my face, hair, pjs, counter, floor, cabinets and ceiling above the sink.

Now when I tell you that I am definitely not a plumber, please believe me….. I’m being pelted with water in the face and eyes, spitting water out of mouth, all while trying to put the handle back on…Why I didn’t think to put a water pitcher over this gusher I will never know. Duh 🙄 👱‍♀️ Blonde moment I guess. Hey, it was my first experience in this sort of thing! Give me a little leeway! 😂🤣

I’m groping the cabinet doors under the kitchen sink trying to find a cut-off valve, feeling a little like Helen Keller’s twin or a nut with a bucket full of holes trying to bail water out of a rowboat full of holes!

Sure….laugh at my expense if you will, if you haven’t already!!….I’m giving you permission though. 😂 🤣😂🙊 WHY NOT?!!!!….🤣 I’m laughing at myself, too, at the moment, after it’s all over with! I’m happy to be able to supply the Comedy Act for the Hour.🙄🤡🤣 Renee takes a bow. 🙇‍♀️ Curtain closes on scene of life… 😂

Well anyways, curtain reopens to the “Double Double, Toil and Trouble” moment….I could not find a valve underneath the various and vast amount of cleaning supplies. I looked, I groped, wiped eyes the best I could, groped some more.

I grab my phone and send out an SOS 🆘, dialing my oldest brother for help. Thank the good Lord above he’s retired and living down the road from me! My phone is trying to get a little wet, so I have to move into the living room to make the call. Steam has settled all over the kitchen and living room ceilings at this point!

He tells me to find the cut-off valve, and then gives that up when I tell him I can’t find it and tells me to go turn the water off at the meter outside. I start balling at this point. And my brother says, “I’ll be right there” and hangs the phone up.

I’m all Helter Skelter, Nilly Willy, squalling, running everywhere like a chicken with its head cut off.

I run to the shed, get a wrench, run over to the meter. Realize that I can’t do that. So, I run back to the house. 🏃‍♀️ 🐔 🐓

Somewhere between kicking out of panic mode and going into a half intercession, half pity-party, telling the Lord I wish He would just swoop down and get me out of this ole world, I run back into the house. The kitchen sink is filling with water, the geyser is still washing the ceiling sparkly clean, I might add! And I realize. Renee, you HAVE GOT to find that cut-off valve!!! Get it together girl!

So, I sling the cabinet door open underneath the sink once again with the newfound bravery of a swash buckler defeating a foe! With cleaning supplies slinging left and right, I manage to clear out a few in order to see the valve. There were 3 different ones. I try the one in the middle and it works! The water turns off. I get up and run to call my brother and tell him I finally got the water off. He tells me he’s on the way.

I will spare you the rest of the details. Let’s just say it involves two brothers, a sister, a wet/dry vac, a lot of towels, wiping, mopping and a kitchen chaos scene beyond your wildest imagination or nightmare ….sighs…..

Hey, I think I could host the House of Horrors for your Fall/Halloween party this year. You wouldn’t even have to decorate!!!! Takers anyone?…….ANYONE???….No???…..😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣

Looking on the bright side, at least I’ve had my morning shower, however unconventional!
Baby takes a bow…
Curtains close…..

THE END!!!!!! 🤡😱😩😭😂🤣🤷🏼‍♀️ Prayers needed…. 🤦‍♀️

2 in 1 Barnabas Award

Steve from Steve’s Country and Stu from Something to Stu Over have each nominated me for this Barnabas Award. Thank you both my friends for thinking of me! I am honored beyond words!

If you are not following either one of them, you are missing out! Go right over and check them out now and give them a follow! They both are a big inspiration to me and will be for you as well! 😄😁

The Barnabas Award is presented in recognition of encouragement and inspiration a blogger brings to their readers.

How the award works:

1. Thank the person who nominated you, and share their blog.

2. Think of five bloggers that encouragement and inspire you and nominate them.

3. List five things about yourself and answer the questions.

4. Lastly, ask your nominees five questions. Why five? Because it is the number that signifies grace.


5 Things About Me:

1. My favorite color is jade and has been since I was 17…I also love bright colors. Blue, purple, fuchsia, yellow, blush, (dusty rose, mauve) burgundy are also among my favorites.

2. I love listening to older folk’s stories of back when they were younger.

3. I love the sound of chimes. (The more mellow ones with wooden tones)

4. I loved going barefoot when I was a child.

5. I’m more happier with simpler things, simpler gifts than elaborate. I guess I’m practical.

Steve’s Questions To Me:

1. How long have you been blogging? Almost a year.

2. Why did you start blogging? My friend Debbie encouraged me to try it.

3. Do you plan to be blogging a year from now? Yes! Most definitely! 👏🏼

4. Have you always enjoyed writing or is it something more recent? I have always loved writing since I can remember, but 7th grade is when a teacher encouraged me and helped me to completely fall in love with it.

5. Why do you follow my blog? (got to have one hard question)

Because it’s just a wonderful place to be! I love the pics, stories, Muffin, coffee times, nature walk and the humor! 😜😁👍🏼😸


Stu’s Questions….

5 Things About Me:

1–I have Native American Indian on both sides of the family. Choctaw and Chickasaw. (Cherokee possibly).

2–Both my paternal great grandparents were Irish and had Irish last names. (My dad’s mother’s side)

3–I love floral prints and stripes.

4–I was born left-handed, but mom made me write with my right hand. Teachers thought right-handed handwriting was neater back when my mom was growing up.

5–I don’t like deep water.

Here are Stu’s 5 questions to Me:

1. What are your inspirations for blogging? God moments/prayer, scripture, nature, everyday moments, other bloggers and random moments (like when I see something I feel the need to take a picture of)

2. Do you have a favorite quote that gives you encouragement to continue in this journey called life? Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

3. One million dollars is given to you…now what? I would first pay my tithes and offerings on it. Then, I would build my smallish modest dream home. Build both my girls modest homes. Invest in a good future retirement plan. Pay my bills off. Give to different charities: for the homeless, St. Jude’s, wounded Veterans, foreign and home missions, pregnancy centers.

4. What is one thing that you feel you could never do to another person? There is quite a bit, but I will settle on, I could never shoot someone randomly. It would have to be self-defense.

5. If you could collaborate with one blogger, who would it be and why? Anyone. Just because that’s the way I roll. 🙂


My Questions For My Nominees:

1–If you were given as much money as it took to change something for the good, what would be that one thing you would choose?

2–What is one trait from a bible character that you wish you had/or am currently working on having more of?

3–If you could have been in the crowd that day the young man had the loaves and fish lunch, what do you think your modern-day lunch would have consisted of?

4–If you had a choice, which would you do, stop world hunger or stop bullying?

5–Do you believe that we can change the world by the words we speak? Whether negative or positive?

*To those I give this award to, thank you for being an inspiration. Please do not feel obligated to participate. 🙂

My Nominees:

Debbie

Bruce

Richard

Lydia

Vanessa

Forgive Yourself? Rethinking It

This is a very powerful truth! I had to read it through twice and study myself about this! Only God has the power to forgive us. Great post Kathy!

Maggie Tiggles

ForgiveYourselfRethinkingIt

I sometimes hear or read of the notion of forgiving yourself: “You need to forgive yourself.” “I need to forgive myself.” And it rattles me – shakes my core, unsettles my spirit. I kept wondering why it bothered me so. I searched Scripture, and found my answer.

The words, the concept, the idea of forgiving yourself is not in Scripture. It is nowhere mentioned in God’s Word that we should or need to forgive ourselves.

God’s Word is our guide. If it’s not in there, there’s good reason. In Revelation 22.18, 19, John admonishes us not to add to or take away from God’s Word.

God’s Word carries power; human words do not.

God’s Way works, ours does not. He will not give resources to do that which is not His will. If God does not tell us to do something, He will not provide the strength, the time, the…

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Angel Babies 😇👼🤰🏼💗💙

This one is for the mothers out there who have been struggling from the painful aftermath of having an abortion. For years you’ve worn that tattered coat of shame and guilt. It’s time to take it off. It don’t fit no more.

Angel Babies 😇👼🤰🏼💗💙

With angel wings soft as a baby’s touch, are my little ones in heaven I miss so much!


Daydreaming with tears threatening to overflow, I try to mask my feelings but they won’t let me go.


A brave face I wear as I go about my day, but deep down inside, I’m just one breakdown away.


God please let me know they will be okay, I cannot go on feeling this way!


My heart bleeds, I just want to run, far away from remembrance of the deeds that were done.


Have they forgiven me, will they know me when I get there? I’m so sorry Lord, please let them know I truly care.


She pushes the other with long, flowing hair, on a swing so high, carefree giggles filling the air!


Looking down on me with wisdom far beyond they see, with innocent eyes filled with only love—how can it be?!


Smiling big they wave downward while holding the other’s hand, my heart is lifted from the weight of its heavy band.


Now I know in heaven they feel no sorrow—no tears—no goodbyes—only happy rainbowed tomorrows.


Jesus appears and calls me by name, —I love you—let go of your shame!


All is forgiven, the pain erased, I give you beauty for ashes for every hardship you’ve faced.


It wasn’t your fault, this you must know, but the work of an enemy from long ago!


That enemy who holds the blame I will bind, I WILL REPAY HIM, the vengeance will be all mine.


That devil has sifted you long enough as wheat, but I have prayed for you, have put him under your feet!


Now close your eyes, My Daughter, can you but hear? They’re laughing and dancing with the angels— while they wait for you my dear!


Do you feel their special angel hugs each time their sisters hug you?— Their love abides, rejoices in hope, so please don’t feel so blue!


Their angels are ever watching, watching—over you!


Maybe you keep wearing the coat even after it has gotten way too tight, cutting your circulation off.

But you keep holding on to it anyways, keep wearing it, because you believe you deserve the punishment for what you have done.

You may be a Christian or maybe not. If you have repented, you know God has forgiven you.

You have felt He has forgiven you, but YOU CAN’T release yourself from the guilt.

Love doesn’t keep a record of wrongs that others do.”

‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭13:5‬ ‭CEV‬

Since God IS love and doesn’t keep a record of wrongs, neither should we. Those who are already passed cannot and we won’t either when we get to heaven.

We simply won’t “be able” to cry, sorrow, or mourn. It DOES NOT exist there. So, those babies only feel love, abide in love, exist and dwell in love.

We must let things go and enter into God’s grace. There is “rest” when we BELIEVE that all our sins have been washed away.

This is exactly what people mean when they suggest that you need to “forgive yourself.”

As Kathy said in a recent post of hers from Maggie Tiggles, we don’t have the power to forgive ourselves, but God does.

Hours later after writing this poem, the tears came—lots and lots of them. God began dealing with me…A torrent river gushing out from somewhere deep within, along with the remembrance of the shame from my youthful past.

I wept because it was time. I wept because I didn’t want to expose my shame. I wept because it was time to revisit that place of hurtful memories, so that I could share them with someone out there who may need this. Maybe even prevent someone from making the wrong choices somewhere down the road.

I wept because being obedient to God is sometimes hard.. I wept because once words are released and shared, they cannot be taken back.

It feels like God can ask some mighty hard things of me at times. I have been on the cliff overlooking the valley of decision. I had to make choices with both my pregnancies.

With my first pregnancy, I was 19 and unmarried. The father of my baby asked me if I wanted to have an abortion, he made it clear that he would support me if I did. But I could not.

It was against all that I believed in as a new Christian.

I had just barely gotten in church and was a new babe in Christ. I had not yet learned how to get victory over temptation and sin.

The other big reason “WHY” I made the decision to “CHOOSE LIFE” was watching a life-changing film about abortion in my Senior year.

Our whole graduating class met in the cafeteria to watch the film, that day, and it deeply impacted my future decisions for the good.


⚠️WARNING⚠️the following few paragraphs are a little graphic.


The film actually showed a side view of a woman having an abortion and what happened during the procedure.

The young woman’s nudity was covered with a white sheet as she lay on the table and her feet were propped up into the stir-ups.. Her legs and the rod that was used was not covered. Neither was the damage that rod did covered up. It showed everything!

The sight of all the blood made me so sick I came close to RUNNING out of the cafeteria in front of all my peers and throwing up in the bathroom. I managed to look down in my lap and somehow calm myself down.

Those images are still burned in my mind after all these years! Would I have changed anything and opted out of the film if I had known? Probably.

But it was for my own good in the long run, to see the damage and to see the cold hard truth of what abortion does firsthand to the mother and the child. And maybe even prevent someone from making the wrong choices somewhere down the road.

I kept the information pamphlets for years in my Memorabilia trunk as a reminder. There were graphic pictures of different methods used in the abortions. One used some sort of salt method to burn the babies alive..

It really woke me up to reality and the damage an abortion can do physically, mentally and psychologically.


I can still remember the hurt in my father’s eyes when he found out I had gotten pregnant out of wedlock. I had been out of high school a couple of years, graduating when I was 17—in case you are wondering.

I was so ashamed! The father of my baby and I got married and stayed married for 5 years before it ended in divorce.

A little over a year after I remarried, I became pregnant for the second time. And a few weeks after, I got the test results, back and was hit with the news that I had cervical cancer stage 3.

The doctor said it was very close to being in my lymph nodes. She suggested I have an abortion, so that we could start the procedure to save my life.

I told her no right away. She told me the risks that the cancer could spread through my lymph nodes, and I could possibly die during childbirth. I told her I would take the risk.

I went up for prayer one night during revival. I know that prayer works, because my baby girl and I am walking miracles!

If you haven’t figured it out by now, my gynecologist/baby doctor was a very blunt woman who spoke her mind. She could not believe that I had not hemorrhaged to death at birth.

I told her it was God and prayer that brought us through! The hysterectomy I had after childbirth removed all the cancer!!!—God is good!!!

The things and events that happen in our lives happen for a reason. What if I had never seen that film on abortion? The story could have ended very differently.

I know from experience that we should never judge someone on a walk that we have never walked. Life is hard. We don’t always get things right. We don’t always know what is right, until we mature in our walk with God. We are sometimes naive to many sins and mistakes that haunt us sometimes for life, in spite of God’s forgiveness.

God understands that we are human and when we are young, we simply don’t have as much wisdom to make the right decisions. We fail many times before we reach that point in Christ.

We learn by failures..Sin isn’t pretty. It leaves deep scars behind, but the scars that God took when they nailed the spikes through his hands and feet onto the cross, covered our scars. They beat Him. He took the beating for us, so that we would not have to beat ourselves up forever for our past mistakes. He took the taunting, the spitting, so that we wouldn’t have to let the negative opinions of others destroy our self-image for the rest of our lives.

LET IT GO!!! All the shame, the past failures. He took our place, He took our sin, so we don’t have to live with them ANYMORE!!!

If you are facing an unplanned pregnancy and do not wish to raise a baby, please consider adoption! The fetus/embryo is a real child and has a soul! And God has great plans for that baby and for you.

“For You formed my innermost parts; You knit me [together] in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks and praise to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was being formed in secret, And intricately and skillfully formed [as if embroidered with many colors] in the depths of the earth. Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; And in Your book were all written The days that were appointed for me, When as yet there was not one of them [even taking shape]. How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them!”
‭‭PSALMS‬ ‭139:13-17‬ ‭AMP‬‬

If you have had an abortion, seek godly counseling. It really helps to talk to someone. Don’t suffer alone! God still loves you! And I love you! You have value. Let the guilt go and burn the ships. Step into a new day and embrace your forgiveness. None of us deserve the mercy He has shown us, but we are pearls of great price, nonetheless! He thought we were worth saving, so He gave His life for our ransom.

So you could be free. FORGIVEN. So walk like you’re free. Walk like you’re forgiven. You’ve been set free…..YOU. ARE. FORGIVEN……..YOU. ARE. SET. FREE. CHILD.

Happy Sunday

Well, here I am again…on the subject of Burning the Ships…AGAIN?!!! You may be asking?….quite by accident perhaps? But I’m leaning more towards a divine appointment.

While looking a song up on YouTube to listen to while getting ready for church this morning, I saw this video below in the list of songs. It’s the testimony behind the song.

For so long, people let their past control their here and now. The shame won’t let them go. But to grow, to move on, we must let it go—Take it OUT of our hands and put it in God’s. He knows the way we should take. And He knows just what to do with that shame and everything in our past. To move forward, we must do this.

Burn the Ships testimony

Last Rites

That song, Burn the Ships, by For King and Country has burned a hole in my brain this week. I finally know why. Here is my feeble attempt to convey.

Gulls cry and circle from above. Lying back against the bottom of the tiny rowboat, her dark circled eyes close, possibly for the last time. Lifting her face and outstretched arms, her gauntness leans toward the warmth of the sunshine. It calls to her, “You are mine.”

The wings of a nearby gull, splash a fine mist of ocean spray upon her upturned face. Her tongue tastes the salt upon parched, cracked lips. She is dehydrated. Tired. Given up.

Hearing it again, she pops one eye open—It is nearer. A voice. Opening both eyes now, she props up a little and scans the horizon. Not seeing at first, but a lone figure finally comes into view—walking onto the ocean towards her.

Has she finally gone mad in her dilemma? Lost all sense of reality? As the figure got even closer, every part of her being questioned…Could it be her beloved? Fixing her eyes upon Him, her heart skips a beat. Could it really be him after all these days? It was! She would recognize those intense eyes anywhere— still burning with deep love for her. How could this be? Hadn’t he stopped caring? Left her alone here. Not even bothered to come looking for her after all this time?

“My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.”
‭‭Song of Solomon‬ ‭2:10‬ ‭KJV‬

She stands up and leans over the boat, hugging him tightly, not wanting to ever let him go. Then, her anger getting the best of her, she spat, “Why haven’t you come before now? Didn’t you hear me calling? You promised you would never leave me!” Hot tears flowed down her cheeks, their salt burning her already sunburned skin.

“I’ve come now. It is enough.” I am here now, my beloved.“

“Does it even matter now? She shouted, isn’t it just a little too late? You should have come days ago!”

“My timing is perfect. I am never late,” he stayed matter-of-factly.

“Well, I really don’t like your timing at all! Don’t you see the pain I have been in, what I’ve been through? Just look at me! I’m ugly now! Look at all the sores and the stench! I am so ashamed to be in this state! What was the purpose? I never asked for any of this, anyways!”

“Don’t be afraid. I am here now to save you. Redeem you. Don’t you see I have been here all along? The waters didn’t overtake you. You never drowned. And now I am calling you away from this place. Come away with me love. It is time.”

She looked once again, fixed her eyes upon his countenance and let all the sadness and pain melt away. She was ready! She was ready to leave this place. Her spirit was refreshed.

“There is just one more thing to do, my dear,” he said, handing her a match. “Burn the bridges, come away with me and don’t look back.”

Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭43:1, 18-19‬ ‭KJV‬

She lit the match and tossed it into the cesspool of the once upon a times, the could-have-beens, the mistakes, the what-ifs. There was no more anger and questioning, as she let go all her doubts and drowned them into the ocean.

“You are beautiful now my love! I have given you beauty for ashes! And he took her by the hand.

They danced upon the waters—smiling and laughing as they passed through the last departing rays of sun. The boat burning behind them. No regrets. No sad goodbyes. Only happy tears.

***After writing this, I have felt the need to go back and add another paragraph to this. I see a new and alternative viewpoint for this! For some of you, it will be Jesus walking on that water towards you, but for others, it will be a husband. The healed version that God has promised in your marriage.

Here is the link to the song again if you want to give another listen….

For so long, there have been wives (and vice verse) out there who have had to carry the torch, so to speak. You have had to be the strong one living for God. Taking your kids to church by yourself. Praying by yourself. And then there are some of you who are single mothers, divorced or widowed who have had to do it all alone, without any help from a companion. One day, in God’s timing He will send that prince your way, a godly man, a help-meet. And then are some who are still single, wondering why God hasn’t sent the one. Don’t settle for less, wait on God’s timing for a godly man. Then there are some who are too young, but wishing for that boyfriend. Don’t rush perfection. God is preparing him, just like He is you. Hang in there women of courage!

Burn the Ships

That Peaceful Easy Feeling ✌️

Here is a cuteness overload for you…a tiny hummingbird perched in a hickory nut tree guarding the feeder yesterday—maybe a female. It has a white-tipped tail….A ruby throated hummingbird?…. Not sure….

Some have a white and red ring around the throat and green feathers.

The view on my walk to the mailbox and back.

A wildflower along the way

A wild lily perhaps?
This is for you Steve. It looks like mushrooms here are a tad different than the ones in Canada.

Wild palmettos
The dreaded banana spiders here in the South. I have accidentally ran through their webs while mowing grass or driving a four-wheeler around our property! Can you say wreck?!🙀
Toxic berries we were told not to eat playing outside growing up. It didn’t stop us kids from mixing into mud for purple mudpies though! 🤦‍♀️
I accidentally took a pic of the parcel of mail I was taking to my mailbox. I thought it was cool, so I decided to add here.
Peek-a-boo—I see you!
Broken but beautiful
Topsy Turvy

LAMPS: GUEST POST OF RENEE, HEART TOKENS ❤️

LAMPS: GUEST POST OF RENEE, HEART TOKENS ❤️

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My sweet friend Yeka has a Lamps series going…Thank you Yeka for thinking of me for a guest post!🥰🤗

If you don’t already follow her, please go over and do so! She is a sweetheart full of love! 💜 ♥️