SATAN I command you with the power of Jesus Christ *Praise Him* to cease your attack on the Holy Roman Catholic Church. The power of God *Praise Him* is greater than you and you will never stop the spread of the True Holy Word.

Bruce asked if I have considered naming one of my children Jesus *Praise Him*. Thank you for the compliments, Bruce. Yes, when I was blessed to be carrying my first child, I thought about using the name Jesus *Praise Him* because I consider it to be the most beautiful name in the world. Even seeing it typed out here just makes me smile because it even looks peaceful and magical. Well, I discussed it with my Husband and he did not agree. My Husband converted to Catholicism before we married but he was raised in the AME church (African Methodist Episcopal) and he remembers hearing a sermon as a child that naming your child Jesus *Praise Him* is disrespectful to God *Praise Him*. At first I did not understand so I prayed about it. Then it came to me that naming a child Jesus *Praise Him* might lead others into sin. If the child did something wrong and another child said something disparaging about him, it could be interpreted as taking the Lord's *Praise Him* name in vain. My Husband agreed this would be a slippery path to lead others into so we abandoned Jesus in our house. JUST THE NAME, not the Savior *Praise Him*! (Sorry, just a little joke, God *Praise Him* loves laughter!)

I am praying for you, Bruce. Thank you for being a wonderful friend. You are a gift from the Lord *Praise Him*

My Husband has asked me to respond to comments on this testament. This was not in my plan for writing this but I understand why he would think it would be rude not to interact with people who have questions.

Christena (the same Christena who made so many interesting comments on my friend Michelle's blog- Christena who is undoubtedly a feminist and has no children and no doubt a lot more time on her hands to read web sites of people who she does not share faith) says that our Table of God *Praise Him* is a fire hazard and the "dumbest thing" she's ever heard. Well, Christena, my Husband Joseph happens to be a fireman and he laughed at the idea our table is a hazard. As far as my children dying in a fire, if that is God's *Praise Him* Will, I certainly would not question it, although my heart would take a long time to heal from that loss. Christena, I want you to know that I am praying so hard for you to have your heart softened. You seem very unhappy and extremely unpleasant and I am sure that is difficult for people around you. Please embrace the love of God *Praise Him* in your heart- the world will become a much less negative place for you if you do. My friend Michelle is also praying for you, Christena, despite the grief that you added to her life. God *Praise Him* bless you, Christena.

Becca asked about the origins of my *Praise Him* technique. Thank you, Becca, for reading and I am also praying for you. My relationship with God *Praise Him* is filled with wonder and awe and I spend a lot of time just contemplating the vastness of Him *Praise Him* and the incredible sacrifice to send His *Praise Him* Son *Praise Him* to us to die for our sins. In my head, when I think about God *Praise Him* I take a moment to do a mental genuflect, basically thanking Him *Praise Him* for everything He *Praise Him* has given me and the world. While writing I like to do the same and it seems like using *Praise Him* is a good reminder to stop and thank God *Praise Him* for all that He *Praise Him* has done for us.

Dear God *Praise Him* I am so thankful for this beautiful day! Help me to understand the greatness of Your *Praise Him* glory and appreciate all the blessings You *Praise Him* have given the world. I love You *Praise Him* Jesus *Praise Him*!

I trust in my God *Praise Him* with all my heart, but I watch the news about my country with a heavy heavy heart. The president who uses the lives of our unborn children as a bargaining chip to pass his morally reprehensible health care disaster. I live in Chicago, Illinois under the authority of Liberal Dictator Richard Daley, His Highness (note that I say that laughingly because in no way is he worthy of respect) so I am used to feeling outraged but lately the news is too much for me to bear. My Husband has decided that we are getting rid of our TV, as I get very worked up over news programs and morally bankrupt TV shows like Dora the Explorer and The Family Guy. I agree with him because I do not want my children to grow up poised on the cusp of sin by the media. My children will miss Bugtime Adventures on CTV and I will miss Catholic Saints and Laypeople, but I know that my Husband is making a good decision for our family. Thank You, Jesus *Praise Him* for giving me such a wonderful leader of my home!

My Best Friend

Sometimes during the day I imagine looking up and seeing Jesus *Praise Him* walk up to my front door. How happily I'd let Him *Praise Him* in and welcome Him *Praise Him* as a guest in my home. How I'd love to sit Him *Praise Him* down at my table and serve Him *Praise Him* a lovely lunch! I'd love to talk with Him *Praise Him* like an old friend, telling Him *Praise Him* about my day and introducing Him *Praise Him* to my children, who obviously He *Praise Him* knows already! I have considered Him *Praise Him* my best friend for so many years and I talk to Him *Praise Him* daily, so just sitting next to Him *Praise Him* and looking in His *Praise Him* eyes, so full of kindness and love, would just be the most wonderful day of my life.

I can't wait to see Him *Praise Him* in Heaven!

Table of God *Praise Him*

I do not try to hide my faith or keep my love of God *Praise Him* quiet. I want to teach my children to do the same. In the entryway of our home, there is a small end table that holds a five pound boulder. It is not pushed to the side like an after thought. No, it is right in front of the front door and you have to actually turn your body to get past it. Why? Because this is our Table of God *Praise Him* and I want my children and all visitors of any faith to know that God *Praise Him* is always with us. Just like we have to always encounter the table, that is the same way we always are with our Lord *Praise Him*. Sometimes you may knock your knee on the table but it is still with us. Sometimes you may be able to use the table to store a newspaper or a pair of warm mittens. In good times and in bad, our table is always there, just like our God *Praise Him*. I think this works as a great reminder for myself, my Husband and our children.

Hallelujah!

Michelle, my best blogging friend, has said she will return to writing her blog that I so enjoy! She lives in Scotland on a faraway island with her three darling little children and she is so strong in her Faith. I am so happy that she will be back as she is a very big inspiration to me and to my children.

It is Spring in my little neck of the woods. This week I took the children out and we looked at the blooming flowers and the newly green grass and just praised the Glory of God *Praise Him* for the beauty of Spring after a long and hard Winter. I told the children that before Jesus *Praise Him*, the world was like Winter, cold and bleak and without color. Once He *Praise Him* died for us, the world became like Spring, colorful and beautiful and glorious. What a gift our Savior *Praise Him* is for all of us! How can I not share how lucky I am to know Christ *Praise Him*!

Every waking moment is a celebration of the love of God *Praise Him*! I feel fortunate every day that I know the joy of this love and that I can share it with people around me. I am not a great and wonderful blogger like so many and I do not have the way with words that some people have, but I hope if you get anything out of my blogging it is that walking with God *Praise Him* can bring you GREAT joy and that it truly is a privilege to be a humble servant of God *Praise Him*!