Dear Hannah,

Happy Birthday!!! Well what can I say, you and I have

known each other for a long time, but these last

five years, we have grown closer and our friendship

has become something quite special to me!

You are such a wonderful young women.

And I am thankful that God brought us together.

We have had some rough times in the past...

but with our hearts maturing, we
or at least I have realized how well you and

I "fit" together. Because of our different personality types.

Remember when we would always say that you
were more like Anne of green gables and I was more like

Diane,we just needed to switch hair!! :) I think that is

still true, my bosom friend!!

I think of what our lives will become,

but what I can not see is not having
you around to call when I need someone to talk to.
I pray that God will keep our friendship in both of our lives!!
I hope you have a blessed birthday!!
With love,
Rebecca

Celtic Hair-Do

I don't really like to "dress up" for holidays, but with St. Patricks

Day I did the most I could, for I had to go to work that night.

So with my red hair and the Irish look that I already have

it wasn't to hard. When I was thinking of what to do these are

I came up with... Celtic hair.. Flowers, twists and braids.

So with that I came up with this hair-do..

I really like this one! it looks cool through the mirror

From the side

Back view

Front view

The back again
It was fun doing something out of the ordinary.
As I was thinking of this holiday, I was reminded again
of how so many have lost the meaning of what we celebrate.
With that in mind, I was think allot of the life of St. Patrick
and howhe was a courageous man with a zeal for Gods word
and will for his life. And how he transformed the
hearts of the Celtic men but didn't change there way of life.
What an amazing example to us all.

"The Need of the Hour" Poem

Found this poem and I thought I would share it.

The Need of the Hour

By: Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What does our country need? Not armies standing

With sabers gleaming ready for the fight;

Not increased navies, skillful and commanding,

To bound the waters with iron might;

Not haughty men with glutted purses tyring

To purchase souls, and keep the power of place;

Not jeweled dolls with one another vying

For palms of beauty, elegance and grace.

But we want women, strong of soul, yet lowly

With that rare meekness, born of gentlenes;

Women whose lives are pure and clean and holy,

The women whom little children bless;

Brave ernest women, helpful to each other,

With finest scorn for all things low and mean;

Women who hold the names of wife and mother

Far nobler than the title of a queen.

Oh! These are they who mould the men of story,

These mothers, ofttime shorn of grace and youth,

Who, worn and weary, ask no greater glory

Than making some young soul the home of truth;

Who sow in hearts all fallow for the sowing

The seeds of virtue and of scorn for sin,

And, patient, watch the beauteous harvest growing

And weed out tares which crafty hands cast in.

Women who do not hold the gift of beauty

As some rare treasure to be bought and sold,

But guard it as a precious aid to duty-

The outer framing of the inner gold;

Women who, low above their cradles bending,

Let flattery's voice go by, and give no heed,

While their pure prayers like incense are ascending

These are our country's pride, our country's need