Remember This….   5 comments

An email I got that I just have to share…

The one thing that I could always rely on when tears and heart break and pain and fear and sorrow paralyzed me…..the only thing that would comfort was this verse………

“Jesus loves me this I know.
For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong,
we are weak but He is strong…..
Yes, Jesus loves me…

“I always noticed that it was the adults who chose the children’s hymn ‘Jesus Loves Me’ (for the children of course) during a hymn sing, and it was the adults who sang the loudest because I could see they knew it the best.”

Now for the senior version….
“Senior version of Jesus Loves Me”

Here is a new version just for us who have white hair or no hair at all. For us over middle age (or even those almost there) and all you others, check out this newest version of Jesus Loves Me.
Jesus loves me, this I know,
Though my hair is white as snow
Though my sight is growing dim,
Still He bids me trust in Him.
Though my steps are oh, so slow,
With my hand in His I’ll go
On through life, let come what may,
He’ll be there to lead the way.

When the nights are dark and long,
In my heart He puts a song.
Telling me in words so clear,
“Have no fear, for I am near.”

When my work on earth is done,
And life’s victories have been won.
He will take me home above,
Then I’ll understand His love

I love Jesus, does He know?
Have I ever told Him so?
Jesus loves to hear me say,
That I love Him every day.


If you think this is neat, please pass it on to your friends. If you do not pass it on, nothing bad will happen, but you will have missed an opportunity to “Reach out and Touch” a friend or a loved one.

God Bless Us All !!!

Posted 03/07/2014 by linda in Uncategorized

Now this is me and Bulldog…   23 comments

This came to me as an email and I just had to share it…









Posted 27/05/2014 by linda in Life with Rob, Linda's Thoughts

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Bulldogs absence   40 comments

Rob has ask me to put it out there why he suddenly disappeared on Tuesday night. He had a medical emergency that has seen him enter the hospital an emergency operation on the Apendixs with very high infection count. He is still suffering a bit, but improving slowly. He passed wind for the first time last night whice should start to relieve the bloating and pain. He will be back he say with a growl.

Posted 23/03/2014 by linda in Uncategorized

How the Years have past.   44 comments

Asked Rob to place this post for me, see I’m working full time and my day starts at 5.15 am and ends at 5.45 pm, I’m helping out at the Church creche. I’m the local resident Granny, looking after all the babies, I love this job although it does remind me what age I am.

My MiL gave us an old cabinet that her father had made, a beautiful piece of furniture. He was a carpenter so you can imagine what it looks like.

But the biggest surprise I got was when opening the drawer there were a few old photos of the Bulldog and me. This first one is from the day we married back in 1973.

Rob looking like the hit man from the local mafia with his moll… oh how this photo brings back memories… Image

The second photo is when we moved into our house we bought in 1991, the Bulldogs hair is beginning to take the trip South, but it was a happy day from long ago, and having lost all our photos in a flood in 2001, these are now very precious…

Hope you enjoy our past….


Posted 21/01/2014 by linda in Life with Rob

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A Great Loss for our Nation.   24 comments


You came out of prison not hating, but loving and forgiving.

You had the incredible power of bringing people together.

Your smile came from your heart, and you walked with freedom in your soul.

One of the brightest lights in the world has now gone out.

Nelson Mandela, you will be sorely missed.

Little John the Baptist   24 comments

I received this as an email and just had to share it….

“Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And who ever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me. “


Johnny’s Mother looked out the window and noticed him “playing church” with their cat.

He had the cat sitting quietly and he was preaching to it. She smiled and went about her work. A while later she heard loud meowing and hissing and ran back to the open window to see Johnny baptizing the cat in a tub of water.

She called out, “Johnny, stop that! The cat is afraid of water!”

Johnny looked up at her and said, “He should have thought about that before he joined my church.”


Posted 30/11/2013 by linda in Linda's Thoughts

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Atumn in Switzerland   10 comments

Beautiful and I loved the solo cyclist, thought you might enjoy.

Posted 29/11/2013 by linda in Uncategorized

An email I got which I want to share…   58 comments

I got this email and enjoyed it such that I thought you all might enjoy it….


I hate it when he plays “Mount Everest.”


Menopause sucks.


Who the heck is “Sugar Lips?”


Those brownies were Far Out!!


NO! We Don’t want any Magazine Subscriptions!


There’s a ringer competing in the Hogtown Olympics.


I’m not Over-Weight, I’m Under-Tall!!


You do have an odd perspective on things.


Lunchtime at the Corncob Cafe.


Okay, I caught him, now what do I do with him?


I hate this game.


Flight ‘Hum-One’ coming in for a landing.


Hi, I’m Celeste, I’ll be your Aura-Concierge today.


Just act natural and blend in.


Where’s my Coffee?


Whoo-o loves ya, Baby?

Hope you all enjoy this….

Posted 25/11/2013 by linda in Linda's Thoughts

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Back Home Again.   42 comments

Well we’re back from our trip having shorten our planned route and visitations. We were involved in an accident that “rearranged the aero dynamics of our car” (Rob’s explanation of the car). Fortunately no one had any serious injuries, Rob is however now donned with a neck brace for whip lash. And the car is being returned to its former glory at some Auto body shop.

I took these photos of a “sand artist” while at the beach one day, I think he is very talented and makes his living from people donating into the hat, he seems to do alright.

Well we are temporarily back till the car is fixed and then we are on the road again. They say it will take till next week so I’m not sure when Rob will hit the road again.


I love the way the poacher is in handcuffs..


Not a fan of snakes but this one got both man and wife..


This is a model of one of our soccer stadiums that was built for the world cup.. (I think)


Sharks, Dolphins, Mermaid and a man without an arm… shark food.!!!!!


Now I can get back to reading some blogs as well….

Posted 18/11/2013 by linda in Life with Rob

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A Baby’s Hug   36 comments

Got this as an email and just felt I should share it here….

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, ‘Hi.’ He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.

We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. ‘Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy.. I see ya, buster,’ the man said to Erik.

My husband and I exchanged looks,
‘What do we do?’

Erik continued to laugh and answer, ‘Hi.’

Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, ‘Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.’

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.

My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. ‘Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,’ I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby’s ‘pick-me-up’ position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.

Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man’s ragged shoulder. The man’s eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby’s bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.

I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, ‘You take care of this baby.’

Somehow I managed, ‘I will,’ from a throat that contained a stone.

He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, ‘God bless you, ma’am, you’ve given me my Christmas gift.’

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, ‘My God, my God, forgive me.’

I had just witnessed Christ’s love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, ‘Are you willing to share your son for a moment?’ when He shared His for all eternity. How did God feel when he put his baby in our arms 2000 years ago.

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, ‘To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.’

Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow-man that identifies who you are.

This one is a keeper.

‘It is better to be liked for the true you, than to be loved for who people think you are……’

Posted 25/10/2013 by linda in Linda's Thoughts

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