Field of Daisies

The invigorating smell of summer-infused air floats through the wind and makes its way through my Spirit as I take in its breath. I hear nature confessing its mystery in stories intertwined with the musical lullaby of feathered beings. A song of an old memory, one of my hidden soul and the tale of my creation. It's here in this place that nothing else matters, all noise and chaos-enducing thoughts are cancelled. Surrounding me there is a lush green background of rolling hills which have delicately arranged specks of yellow from playful daisies . I'm free to be me and not wonder if the flowers will judge my desire for freedom, knowing their very essence is flowing with each of the wind's unpredictable invitations to a new dance. They too are secure to be carefree and dance. Surrounded by their wonderful glory, I twirl in their company, sharing in their secret enjoyment to life's beauty. I desperately attempt to capture the memory of the beautiful composite of colors that soften my view with each twirl. The delightful color of green and yellow blend into a dazzling swirl of a perfect love story. Arising from my spirit comes the glee that only a child without hesitation knows. Bubbling with secrets left to tell, a kindling laughter builds from the center of my heart. My beaming, smiling laughter is streaked with discovery and revelation. Wonder fills my eyes, floods my mind, and sparks my heart of the simplicity of such a surrounding. The amazement of how profound an impact this ambiance embodies awakens to life and redefines 'Happiness.' The apple in my cheeks blush with the discovery of this sweeping beautiful journey. My skin is brushed by the sun, as a sign of His love, sending His last kisses of the day as a goodnight to me upon my cheek. The glow's fading presence seems to be winking in its last moments, reminding me that He's with me. I savor the essence of the day I've had with Him by picking a daisy and follow it to my golden hair. As I perfectly place the innocent floral decoration I hear Him say, "Do you like the flowers I made especially for you?" At this, my heart is enveloped with everlasting warmth and another childlike smile embraces my face......

Shannon Psotta
April 2009

How come 75% Of The Word Diet is "Die?"

DIET--It is and might forever be classified as that dirty, little 4-letter word! hahahaha



Today is Day One for Mission Food Possible! So far so good but my sources (my belly rumbles) tell me I'm still hungggggggggry. LOL

So off to Wal-Mart very soon I shall be!! Fruit aisle here I come! Wal-Mart betta have stocked fruit up the wazzzzoo! Me and a friend from Mississippi are doing it together. I wish I had a Wii Fit like she does though... then I'd be working out but having fun... for now it'll just be working out and "bearing" it. hah.

Since I'm going to Orlando, FL in a little over a month (April 22nd to be exactly)... I gotta be looking fly!!!! ;) Not that bikini is an option but hey, we can dream, right? Maybe one of these days... as for now I'll work on the small things and hopefully there will be a good amount of difference between the 'me' NOW and the 'me' THEN.

Until next blog.... keep it real, homies!

:P

Boldy Proclaim

Let the miracles flow as Your children mirror Heaven, the place from which no lack prevails. Let me be the one to expect You to do the miraculous. Father, open my eyes to the spiritual world that exists on this very earth so I may let Your Heaven penetrate this earth, tearing through circumstance that divide the truth from lies. Lord, I will pull on You to believe the unbelievable. I will trust in You to show me the limitless power of Your Hand. Broaden my mind, let the Word, "Healer" be vitally & eternally tied to Your Name, alone, Jesus.

Show me visions of Your Will for healing on this earth so that I may bold proclaim the Gospel through the manifestation of Your glory and power in signs and wonders. Give me the gumption to faithfully travel my life's unchartered territory that I may take back the territory that the devil has unrightfully stolen from Your precious created children.

Father let the result of my boldness through testifying be of that in Luke 21:13 [The Living Bible],

"But as a result, the Messiah will be widely known and honored. Therefore, don't be concerned about how to answer the charges against you, for I will give you the right words and such logic that none of your opponents will be able to reply! Even those closest to you--your parents, brothers, relatives, and friends will betay you and have you arrested; and some of you will be killed. And everyone will hate you because you are mine and are called by my name. But not a hair of your head will perish! For if you stand firm, you will win your souls."

Father my prayer is that I will stand firm in my faith in You, so I will not be harmed and I may win the lost wandering souls of the earth.

Let us be humble enough to submit ourselves to you, but not complacent. Let us be bold enough to show Your wonderous mercy, grace (Your willingness to do anything on our behalfs), and love without being religious and robotic, numb and stale to the amazement of You.

In being humble, my prayer is that I not say NO to Your small requests of obediences. Father, whatever you bid me, let me willingly and cheerfully do. Let Your leading usher me into the jaw-dropping wonders you are so anxious to display. Father let me be sensitive because as Your Word declares in Zechariah 4:6, "Not by might, not by power, but by my Spirit, says the Lord."

Let me be the light unto the nations, shining full of the Jesus in me!

We have the last laugh...

Twisting stories, making up lies,
Blurring spiritual vision, full of alibis.
Undermining authority and aimed to kill,
Leaving death in his wake, it's his thrill.
Trapping youth from freedom's song,
Taunting minds, "You don't belong."
Painting a picture to cover his tracks,
Using what's fake to contort the facts.
Crafting and hoping you sit in your shame,
Pointing his fingers that you're to blame.
Whispering tales of woven lies spun,
Pain is his gimmick, death is his fun.
Laughing as you fall, trip and stumble,
Waiting for your life to spiral or crumble.
Planning your destruction to the tee,
Mapping out to such precise degree.
Snickering at sin, his childish game,
How he forgets his temporary fame.
Suddenly blocked, his hands become tied,
Kept from action, stopped in his pride.
All the plans, in the beginning great and tall,
Surely will divide against themselves and fall.
The chains once secured upon sinner's souls,
To Jesus' power, no longer possessively controlled.
Free from bonds and purchased with a cost,
Delivered fom fears, all darkness is lost.
We're found wrapped tightly under God's wing,
Under His covering, warmth He brings.
Clothing the shame, mending our hearts,
Wiping away our tears, a brand new start.
The devil's devices shut down from success,
It's there he's met with many regrets.
Death is broken, sin will fade,
In Christ's image we will finally be made.
The glory and mercy of God rules the land,
His children victorious, righteously stand.

Why I'm Single...

This is an actual message that I received on Yahoo Personals as a dating message. This horrible message has literally inspired me to continually post the rediculous messages that I receive for your humorous enjoyment and my ego busting!

Here goes my ego.....

"On 12/05/2008 10:42 pm EST, CL wrote:

HEY SHONNON MY NAME IS COREY, i AM SIINGLE. i TRAVEL ALOT, i LOVE AN INTELECTUAL BANTERS( NOT MUCH AS TO HAVE TO DEBATE MY...PLENTY HEAR AND THE MILLITRANT MIDGET WAYITNG IN YOUR TUB WITH A BUTCHER KNIFE. THERE TERARY SHOULD MATTER BECAUSE THEIR PELTING SADAMN SNOW MAN, HE WENT THE THE LOOSE.......iF DEBATE IS AN INTELECTUAL PRESENTED, I WILL NOT GIVIN.

i AM A BARREL IF MONKIES IN A BARREL
i SELDOM SMOKING
i DRINK EVEN MORE WITH COMMPANIONS, SOMEBODY HAS TO DRIVE.

dO YOU LIKE THE LEAF ANF TWIG, i THOUGHT MAYBE IF YOU HAD A MEETING THERE YOU WOULD LOVE IT.

So don't be affraid its just a burger and a soda....Hope to hear from you

CLHardesty"

If you can decode this message, I'd love to know what the crap you think this eligible bachelor is saying. And to address your concern of my well-being, no I didn't respond and no, I've never heard of the "Leaf and Twig." But I will definately put that (probably) tavern on my "NEVER TO GO TO" list!!!

hahahahahahahahahahahah!

Wait and See!

Upon reflecting on my day I was inspired in many ways.

To write about the world, the perception hearts so cold.

Here is where my journey begins... The world will laugh at you and you will be their muse of entertainment along your road of trials toward becoming what you currently are not. But when you succeed they'll be wishing they were there along the way so they can soak in your glory. Just you wait world... I will beat this disease of the mind and body, just you see! And I will beat you Mr. Fat... because my best friend is Will Power. hehe

Anyways my goal is to lose 50lbs. It's a lot but I will do it!

I'm gonna be real w/ya'll cuz you can handle it. I'm currently 220. I would like to be at 170 and it's not an exaggerated goal.

BMI Categories:

Underweight = <18.5
Normal weight = 18.5-24.9
Overweight = 25-29.9
Obesity = BMI of 30 or greater

Right now with my height and weight, my BMI is 35.5! At 170lbs, my BMI would drastically reduce to 27.4, which is still overweight according to the scale however my bones and frame is larger anyways so that will be a great weight for my body type!

Anyways, pray for me and stuff! haha I will do my best to get before pictures up and track my progress but until there is improvement there is no need for you all to see the chub-chub. Haha that's exploitation with no motive and I may be a secure person but anyone would need a Hercules confidence to do that! heh

Rant Time

Pregnant smoking mothers-to-be!!!!!!!! GRRRRRRRRR! Ruth, you'll probably read this. I hope you share the same disgust. haha

To me it's like an unwanted gift... like here ya go, baby I've yet to meet have asthma and I hope that you don't develop properly! I saw a preggo smoker and I have to literrrrrally use invisible duct tape and put it over my mouth so I don't say something as bold as, "Hey lady, how can you be so rude and selfish? Every time you light up, you're making the decision to affect your baby and compromise it's very formation. And that right there, shows the little care for the precious miracle inside of you." And... going a step further... "You don't deserve to be the shell carrying that sweet thang! :D

Pretty good for my first RANT! Hahaha! :)

Now that I've got that outta my way... I can sleep peacefully. LOL

Here is a cute cartoon shedding light on my RANT & below are the facts of babies born to smoking mothers.



Lower birth weight. Smoking reduces the amount of blood that reaches your placenta starving your baby of the food it needs to grow.

Smoking makes it harder to get pregnant in the first place by lowering your fertility.

Once pregnant, smoking makes miscarriages more likely.

After birth, babies born to smoking mothers cry more as they crave the nicotine you do in cigarette smoke.

Babies born to smoking mothers are more likely to die unexplained (SIDS), and to suffer from asthma and ear infections when older.

Children of smoking parents are more likely to smoke too.