From a Christian Country Girl's Point of View

Propehcy

2012-01-24T13:24:00.000-08:00

"Me?' I asked as I gazed into the darkening sky, 'You have got to be kidding right... God?"

"Why would I tell you this if I was kidding?" He replied.

"You want me to do what?" I asked.

"I want you to tell the woman she is holy and I hold her close to my heart." He repeated.
"What woman?"

"I will pick her out."

"When?" I asked cautiously, I wasn't sure I really wanted to know when or who.

"Thursday. Open your eyes and you will find her. She has slumped shoulders. A blue shirt. Pink sweat pants. Curly gray hair. You will find her."

"Oh.' I look around, 'Why me?"

"Just obey my voice. Do as I say."

I let out a sigh. This is not what I want to do. How many people go to complete strangers and say, "God thinks you are holy. He holds you close to His heart."? Keep this in prayer as I gather my courage to tell this woman what God told me to tell her. I have prayed for people in Walmart and Sam's. This is a whole new experience for me.

Thank you for your prayers!!!!
Marie
P.s
I will update on Friday to tell you all how it went.

My Latest Artwork

2012-01-11T19:00:00.000-08:00

This is one of two goats I have drawn. I googled it and drew the picture. There is two others I googled and "copied".

Lil' Snip

Here is the other one,

Black Charge

Thunderheart

Red Sunset

Lightning

Black Velvet

Black Waters

Those are their "names". Some are kinda silly but oh well! Please tell me what you think is wrong with these pictures. Whether, the eyes aren't straight, the nose is too long, the jaw is too wide etc.

I like this quote. I think that it applies to anyone. I translated it into: Forgive your past, don't let it take hold of you life. Because it will destroy your life and how can you live a Godly life if you refuse to forgive your past? If you don't forgive your past then it is really hard live a life for God.

Elegantly signed,
Marie

2012 Update...

2012-01-09T18:35:00.000-08:00

2011 sure has gone by fast. So, now I have to update. I have lost one of my babies, on New year's eve or New Year's day... Not sure because I woke up at 5:00 A.M to find my tabby cat, Scraunch dead. Now for those of you who didn't that cat. He was... well it is probably best that you don't know okay? Where was I at... oh yes! He was the sweetest and meanest cat I have ever met.

Scraunch

That is Scraunch. I caught him as a wild kitten in 2009. I am not kidding! He was crazy wild! I got him cornered into a rabbit cage so I shut the cage door and locked it. I ran to the house and grabbed a pair of leather gloves. Running back to the barn I snatched another cage so I could chunk him into that cage. Well, I didn't think that there was going to be any blood shed but... I was wrong. I stood on top of a HLS tub so I could reach. He hissed and threw a fit. I stood there a moment trying to figure out how I was going to get him into a cage. Well, he threw his fit, and then I made my move. I shot my hand out and grabbed at him. He yowled and next thing I know I had a tabby mama climbing my leg. Threatening to draw about a gallon or two of my blood. How I managed this I do not know. I grabbed Scraunch's head and kicked his mama at least four or five times. Scraunch latched on to my finger... he made me bleed through the leather gloves! He bit me! Then in one smooth move I threw Scraunch into a cage and slammed the gate. Locking it, I glanced at him again. His sides were heaving and if looks could kill I would have been so dead.

I reached down and picked the cage up. He growled and slouched into one corner. His mama disappeared, I suppose I won because I got the cat and she didn't! Anyhow, I carried him to the front porch. I didn't leave him long because the dogs wanted to make crow-food out of him. I never understood. He was very vocal about what he didn't like. When he did like something... Well I am not sure he ever liked anything. I hope that he liked me but of course that is my wishful thinking!

I moved him into a big wire cage. That big wire cage went on my bed at night, then downstairs by my computer desk during the day. That cage went everywhere. One afternoon, I changed his water and he didn't growl! I stroked his back with the tips of my fingers. He looked at me then let out a small mew. I gently took him out and gave him his first hug. Before long that cat was free! I let him out of jail and he was sorta gentle.

Now I have TONS of funny stories about that cat. He LOVED toilet paper. A new roll, and he would shred it into little pieces and stream it ALL OVER the bathroom floor! Then he would lay in the middle of it and when I came in, he would look up at me, I would ask him, "What happened?" He would answer "I really do not know. I just came in and the floor suddenly exploded! I promise I had no part in making this gigantic mess!" All the while he has toilet paper hanging from his mouth... he was the perfect picture of total innocence. Honest... That cat was just like me in so many ways. He rebelled, hated hugs, talked back, and attacked the most strangest things... A week before he got really sick, I was upstairs. I noticed my towel was moving. I lifted the towel and all of a sudden a tabby paw scratches my hand! At first I thought a rat! A big ugly tabby rat! Then my sweet darling cat poked his head out of the towel. I glared at him and he looked at me... That was the first time I ever had a towel attack me like that.

That cat liked to eat squash and beets. When it hit the floor he ran over and gobbled it down. He was one weird cat... His favorite toys were, fingers, toes, toilet paper, and more fingers and toes. . I guess he liked the color red because he loved to watch blood trickle down your hand. So when it finally quit bleeding he would scratch it again. Sometimes he was my school buddy. He would lay on my desk and swipe at my hand as it typed itself around on the keyboard. When he was being really nice he wouldn't even take out his claws! But of course... that very rarely happened.

December 29, 2011 Scraunch got really sick. I don't really know what happened, or what he got into. Mom thinks it was Strychnine. A trapping poison of some sort. But he would have these stiffening shaking fits. He yowled when he had them. He lived until January 1st 2012. Well actually I don't know when he died, if it was Sat. or Sun. But I woke up earlier then usual to check on him. Sure 'nuff he was a goner. I still miss him, and I still love him. I even cry every now and then, but I keep going. I know I will see him again. So I have no worries, someday (a long time from now) I will get to heaven, and God will be sweeping up His bathroom because Scraunch shredded toilet paper all over the floor. Who knows, I might even bring a fresh roll for Scraunch... ;)

Thanks for readin'! Prayin' your day and year go well!

Marie Jones

Have You Ever Been This Tired?

2011-12-29T17:05:00.000-08:00

Until next time

Kinda reminds me of some of the animals we have!

Marie

Prince Charming... or Farmer Charming....?

2011-12-13T13:03:00.000-08:00

There are two type of men out there: Prince Bozo and Farmer Boaz. Here I will tell you the difference between the two...

A Bozo: his eyes linger
A Boaz: Bounces his eyes

A Bozo: Is Disrespectful
A Boaz: Is Respectful
A Bozo: Avoids my eyes
A Boaz: Looks into my eyes
A Bozo: A bum
A Boaz: A hard worker
A Bozo: Never listens
A Boaz: Listens
A Bozo: Never controls his anger
A Boaz: Controls his anger
A Bozo: Hard to please/demanding
A Boaz: Easy to please/ content
A Bozo: Does not value relationships
A Boaz: Treasures relationships
A Bozo: Starts an argument
A Boaz: Stops an argument
A Bozo: Does everything he can to destroy my purity
A Boaz: Does everything he can to save my purity
A Bozo: Criticizes my looks, relationship with God, and my purity
A Boaz: Admires my relationship with God and my purity but sees me as beautiful
A Bozo: Is loud and obnoxious
A Boaz: Is quiet and is pleasing to be around
A Bozo: Is full of Passion
A Boaz: Is full of Compassion as well as passion
A Bozo: Unforgiving

A Boaz: Forgives

In the Bible it talks about a bozo (Prince Amnon) in case you are unfamiliar with who he is, in 2 Samuel 13. The guy that was in love with Tamara. He is the ultimate in BOZO!!!

Now read Ruth... Boaz... He was respectful, hard working, and admired her zest for God.

Sadly so many women don't want to wait, so the find Bozos instead of waiting for a Boaz. Every woman has a Boaz... but they make the choice to find a B-O-Z-O! Wait, even though I am not married yet, I know it is worth the wait. I am waiting for a Boaz to pursue me.

a zest for God

patient

respectful

sensitive

sincere

good sense of humor!!

Good with children

Wants to homeschool

Humble

pure

isn't afraid to cry...

That is my list...

This is it my folks!

Love,

Marie

P.S.

You men that are reading this, do me a favor: Become BOAZS!!!!!

Invisible

2011-11-26T17:03:00.000-08:00

She sits silently
in a dark corner.

... Nobody smiles at her.
Nobody looks at her.
Nobody speaks to her.

She sits and crys.
Nobody hears her tears
hit the floor.

Nobody knows her name.
Nobody knows where she came
from.

She just sits as her
body rakes with sobs.

No warm hello greets her ears.
No pat on her shoulder tells her
not to fear.

Agony and loneliness fills
her sad eyes

When she goes home tonight,
She will put a gun to her head.

~~~~~
Invisible
~~~~~

He watches the team
congratulate each other.

Nobody says a word to him.
Nobody gives him a second glance.
Nobody high fives him
They just pass him by.

He sits alone on a bench.
A tear slips off his tanned face.

Nobody hears him draw in a shaky breath.
Nobody notices him alone.
Nobody tells him how great he is.

But when he goes home tonight,
he will write his wife a goodbye note
and cut his wrists.

~~~~
Invisible
~~~~

She falls on her knees,
crying out in agony.

Nobody seems to see her.
Nobody seems to hear her mournful cry.
They just pass her by.

Laughing and pushing to get a better view.
The crowd rages on.

She crys as she hears the agonizing
scream of her beloved son.

Her heart breaks at the sound of the pounding
hammer.

Nobody notices the mother suffering.
They pass her by without a second glance.

She watches as the cross rises up into the darkened sky.

"Eli sHalom!" she cries as she turns away.

She has never felt more invisible...
~~~~

She sits in a corner alone...
He sits on a bench alone...
She stands under the cross alone...
~~~~

She raised the gun to her head and
almost pulled the trigger when her mother
walked in and took her into her arms.
~~~~~~

He held the knife to his wrist when his wife
walked in congradulating him on his game.
~~~~~~

She turned weakly to find herself
in John's arms.
~~~~~~

Invisible... He died for you...
but He never left you either.

Written by: Marie Jones. ♥

Redneck Entertainment

2011-11-26T13:20:00.000-08:00

Here is our boating expedition... our maybe I should say my l2 year old brother's boating expedition...

Putting a sail on his "boat"

Meanwhile.... My other brother was building a boat out of HLS tubs.

His sail...

Fixing the bottom of his boat... it was full of holes.

Finally in the water!

Soon he was screaming "Mayday! Mayday! Abandon ship!"

Back in the boat again!

Then it crashed...

This is redneck entertainment.

Elegantly signed,

Marie

Brownie recipe.... very good recipe...

2011-11-19T18:24:00.000-08:00

I made brownies yesterday. It was a very simple recipe. They were fast easy and good.

Here is the recipe:

2 cups (12-oz. pkg.) semi-sweet chocolate morsels (divided) set one cup aside. and heat the butter and one cup of chocolate chips in the microwave.

1/2 cup butter or margarine, cut into pieces

3 large eggs

1 1/4 cups of double ground whole wheat flour

1 cup of granulated sugar

1 teaspoon of vanilla extract

1/4 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 cup of chopped nuts (if desired)

Preheat oven to 350 F. Grease 13 x 9-inch baking pan
Melt 1 cup morsels and butter in a glass measuring cup
Heat for 45 seconds, stir and reheat until smooth and gooey (DO NOT LICK THE CHOCLATE OFF THE SIDES! IT IS VERY HOT!)
In your mixing bowl toss your flour, sugar, vanilla extract, and baking soda. and throw your gooey chocolate into that mixing bowl.
Then throw in those sweet yummy chocolate chips and nuts.
Spread into your greasy nasty baking pan. (batter will be purty stiff, so use gorilla strength and mash that little booger into that pan.)

Bake your delicious brownies for 18 to 22 minutes or until you butter knife comes out clean. Cool completely. Then cut her up!

(While you wait, lick the mixing bowl clean. Remember every great chef does the same thing! That measuring cup wouldn't mind a good licken' too!)

Last but not least enjoy and thank me for sharing this recipe!!!

Elegantly signed,
Marie Jones

Me when I was little...

2011-11-14T11:35:00.000-08:00

My sad 6th birthday...

Kinda like a picture abulm... Enjoy!

I am about threeish here

Me and my brother playing in the snow. See my little snowman?

Christmas dress!

We did something for school and had to wear costumes, Grandpa made this red car.

Me when I first moved into my parents home! :D

Me today!!!!

4 U

2011-11-08T12:52:00.000-08:00

Here is a poem I wrote a while back... I really like it. It is a love poem. It is not dedicated to anyone... yet.

4 U

Your eyes

meet mine.

My heart is

pounding.

My breath

cuts short.

I am drowning,

Drowning in the depths

of your eyes.

My head is

in the clouds.

I am crazy...

I know.

I forget where I am.

Who I am.

I do things I

never have done.

What am I feeling?

I am so relieved

you don't have super

keen hearing.

Otherwise you'd be

hearing my poor ol'

heart pound.

I know I have failed

at acting casual.

But it seems impossible,

to be casual when I am

with you.

I feel so light.

So.. alive...

Maybe I should keep this

to myself...

But I am not sure.

What's a girl to do?

I am just wasting my time

writing this 4 U!

~Marie~

I wrote this in February. I like it... it is actually my first love poem.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Bye!

Elegantly signed,

Marie

Rambles, Rumbles, and more Rambles

2011-11-02T17:07:00.000-07:00

Remember me? I am the person who owns this blog. I sometimes write... anyhow. Today is Wednesday. Three weeks from now is my favorite holiday. Guess... Thanksgiving!!!! I LOVE Thanksgiving. My favorite part is the friends and family that come to visit that day. (Not to mention the AWESOME food!) Thanksgiving week we have that week OFF! No school. Well, unless you consider cooking, baking, cleaning, and sweating school.

Our menu consists of:
Turkey
Ham
Chess Pie
Pecan Pie
Grandmother's Dip (The most awesome food ever!)
Trash (Otherwise known as Party Mix)
Cherry Pie
Apple Pie
Pecan-less Pie
Dressing
Giblet Gravy
Pumpkin Pie
Fruit Salad
Cranberry Sauce
Sweet Potatoes with marshmallows and sugar
Buttered Sweet Potatoes
Tortilla Roll-Ups
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We make all of that stuff... So we always have alot! (Besides we have people bring what they like) My sister-in-law "makes" a chocolate pie... she says it is quick and easy, just run to the Hoffman shop and buy two chocolate pies. They are soooo good! They are actually chocolate meringue pie. We are hoping to have the Goodfellow Air Force Base join us for thanksgiving.

Besides the food and people, I am just thankful to be surrounded with love, and joy. I am thankful for my siblings, my family, my friends, my donkey, a house, clothes, last but not least- God. I am thankful I am His daughter. I am also thankful for my purity.

Thanks for reading!!!!

Elegantly signed,
Marie

Today is... Monday?

2011-10-24T09:29:00.000-07:00

It is Monday already, isn't it sad how time flies? Sometimes I think, Yesterday I was born, today I am turning 14. Wow, time does fly. I wish that sometimes life would slow down, or at least stop a second or two to let me catch my breath. Well, I don't see that happening anytime soon so I suppose I better hang on for the ride.
The 20Th my niece turned two! TWO! I can still remember EVERYTHING that happened the night she was born. It feels like it happened yesterday! She is now the sweetest two year old niece I know. I love her.

Yesterday, we celebrated her Birthday Party. Some friends came over and their kiddos, so I took them to see my bestest friend... Tunia. I think she was overwhelmed with all those kids loving on her because she turned and kicked me on the hip. I now have a perfect hoof mark on my hip. It hurt, but I tend to be one of those people, I don't scream or cry. If I am hurt, I usally won't say anything, even when inside I am gritting my teeth. Kinda like the saying goes, "When I say I am fine, I want them to turn, hug me, look me in the eye and say "No your not."
Except, I don't like hugs. I don't like any physical touch. Wether it's hugs, kisses, or even hand holding. I DO NOT like being touched. If you want to get to know someone like me, talk. Yes, there is a such thing as talk but don't touch.

So today is Monday.... yay!

Thank You for reading.
Marie
P.S
I drew this picture last night,

God Bless Texas!!!! (and the USA)

Pumpkin this and that's

2011-10-22T13:27:00.000-07:00

Yesterday we roasted a pumpkin in the oven. Today we did something yummy with the pumpkin.

Here is the pumpkin pudding I made... It tastes as good as it looks.

Here is proof!

Ingredients:

1/2 c. milk

1/2c. sugar

3 c. of pureed pumpkin

3-4 dashes of Cinnamon (depending on how Cinnamon you want it)

1-2 dashes of vanilla

if desired, you can put 1-2 dashes of nutmeg.

Spray a pan with olive oil and put into the oven until the knife comes out clean/

Mom made Pumpkin cake. It was really good too.

She used a carrot cake recipe, but tweaked it to pumpkin instead of carrot.

Thanks for reading,

Elegantly signed,

Marie

The Pink Sweater

2011-10-21T17:00:00.000-07:00

This little post is about my pink sweater.

The pink sweater pictured below, is one of the little sweaters we hand out to the kiddos without any jackets. This little sweater in particular has a story to go with it.

Now I don't remember exactly where or how I got it. But I have had it since I was 5 or 6. As you can tell it says "Trouble" on it, which fit me quite well. I loved this sweater. I wore it proudly. (Although now I do not care for it because it is pink.) But then, it was a treasure. 7 years ago, my brother, sister and I moved to our new adoptive home. I wore it a lot, the front pocket ripped because of the eggs I'd gather and shove into there. It experienced dust, chicken poop, mud, rain, snot, and love.

When it got to where I was too big for it I passed it down to my little sister, in which she too loved and cherished that sweater. She wore it until she got to where it was too little, so we put it on a hanger by the back door. When we adopted two more little boys, the younger one wore it around. Then sadly we put it away because he had other jackets to wear.

Along came our nieces and nephews! When the come visit us at the barn they wear this...

...our treasured little sweater.

That sweater has survived for 7 or 8 years. It suffered through rainy, cold, snotty days. It still works, it keeps my nephew nice and cozy just as that sweater did to me so many years ago.

Elegantly signed,

Marie

Friday

2011-10-21T08:16:00.000-07:00

Today is Friday.... You want to know what that means? It means three days off of school!!!!!! YAY! Well let me rephrase that, I finish Thursday's school on Friday... (Because I do House of Faith on Thur.) But I usually have 4-5 assignments that day. So oh well. I do my Thur, Friday so that way I can play on Saturday and Sunday. Does that make any sense? Okay good.

You know, I realized something... sense is a hard word to spell if you don't know how to spell sense. It is pretty confusing... Do you get it? Okay well, there are three ways of spelling sense,

1. Sense
2. Cents
3. Scents

So see? Do you understand now?

Yesterday at House of Faith it was Club Challenge! It was a lot of fun, we had to wear camouflage so I wore camouflage! Here is what I wore:

This is me posing for the camera... Aren't I just beautiful? :)

I kinda like this picture... It looks purty cool...

This was before I got my face painted at HOF. I wish I had a camera. My whole face was covered with camo face paint. One of the girls there painted my face. It looked awesome. But they said I looked like a monster... :( It kinda hurt my ego.

That is all folks! Thanks for reading!

Elegantly signed,

Marie

Chores

2011-10-19T16:52:00.000-07:00

Here are some pictures of our barn chores...

Here is my nephew "Guarding" the feed... (he is so cute in that pink jacket!)

Nosy, one of our milk cows. She is a Jersey/Holstein cross.

Here is January. One of our Jersey heifers. She is bred and we plan on using her as a milk cow.

Feeding the bovines! Alfalfa and some trash hay mix.

My nephew is having some trouble... I am so much help because I am laughing and holding the camera.

He is now showing me some hay, he asked me if I eat this stuff.

My pretty little sister. (a.k.a my partner in crime)

My sweet sweet wonderful milk goat, known by the beautiful name of:

Elephante... (she is not sweet! she is a elephant!)

Another one of our milk cows, Hershey. She is a black Jersey. She is supposed to be bred but it kinda remains unknown right now... Isn't she pretty?

Stormy.... This is Nosy's calf. She is really pretty and likes to frolic around alot.

December, one of our Jersey heifers. She too, is bred.

My partner's in crime... I mean my crew.

Feeding the sheep... and bovines some trash hay.

Last but not least, here is the author:

This is me. Marie... I am usually the trouble maker... he he!

Thanks for reading!

Elegantly signed,
Marie

marHaban!!!!

2011-10-19T11:49:00.000-07:00

marHaban my blog readers! Miss Marie is back on track! So yay.

I posted yesterday, introducing myself. I do not know what to post, it doesn't help when you all don't help me out! It is kinda like talking to myself... guess I should say something I would say to myself... right? Okay here it goes:

Man, I can't wait until tomorrow! I am so blessed to work at House of Faith with an awesome group of kiddos!

Next random thought,

I have to wear camo tomorrow... hmmm.... fun.

Okay see? Without your help this blog won't be interesting. It would be boring and, and something!

I finished school today. I have such advanced 8th grade school. But I guess that is okay. I am learning Arabic, so that way when I turn 17-18 or older, I can go to Yemen (a Middle Eastern Country) and minister to them. I used to want to live there but I kinda rethought that. I didn't want to spend the remainder of my life with people who hate me. I figure I could lead alot of them to Christ. So that should be pretty cool. Why not Africa? you ask. Well, I don't feel led to Africa. A lot of missionary's are already IN Africa! I want to lead Middle Eastern Muslims to Christ. I know I can do it!

I want to finish my school, and start online college about 16ish. I want to get a 4 year degree in Psychology. But I'll start with a 2 year. I want to also go to a Healing College in Redding, California. I am saving my money for that. I am so excited! Maybe I will get to meet Heidi Baker! She is one of my role models. I want to do some of the things she does. I also would LOVE to meet Kris Vallotton, Bill Johnson, and a few others.

I think I am done right now... I will work on something bigger later on. To post about.

Thanks for reading!

Elegantly signed,
Marie
p.s
marHaban means Hello in Arabic. Just in case you didn't know.

Hello Everyone...

2011-10-18T10:28:00.000-07:00

Hi! I am the owner of this blog... I have another blog in case you have not checked it out. It is really cool. This blog is pretty much my ramble, awesome thoughts... etc. I hope you enjoy this and all.

I will introduce myself... I am Marie. I am 14 and is one of my mother's awesome kiddos. My mom has 8 awesome kiddos, and I happen to be one of them! I am so blessed. I have a donkey by the awesome name of "Tunia" she is cool, my very best friend. I am just starting to ride her. She is about 18 months old. I love her with all of my heart.

I have a cat named Scraunch, I named him after a coyote in the Hank the Cowdog's book. The first time I caught him, he was wild. I cornered him in a cage, reached to grab him, and he bit me through the leather gloves! His mama was going crazy, she climbed up my leg like I was a tree. I grabbed Scraunch by the head and threw him into the cage at the same time I kicked Miss Mama Bear! It is funny now but it wasn't then... now my wild cat is alot like me. We must have the same mind... hmmm.

I am a crazy Jesus freak. I love Jesus with everything I have. He has given me so much! I have no reason not to love him! He is my first best friend.
For those that don't know me, I have a passion for purity. I talk, pray, and think purity all the time. I want to be pure for the rest of my life.

This is short I know.... maybe you should give me ideas on what to blog about... just leave a comment!

Elegantly signed,
Marie