Blest Sunday!!!

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Meowllo to you all and hope yous enjoyed yous weekend. Me likes to do a blest Sunday posty evewy week to wemind me and evewyone els dat no matter what might be goin’ on wound you, yous awe blest. Cuz ifin yous readin’ meez blog yous still hav yous life and this moment to enjoy. As you all know we awe havin’ sum major purrawlems wight now. Our house, our lives, our whole universe is turned upside down and we can’t seem to get da peeps hoo awe posed to be lookin’ out fur us to do their jobs much less da pawtment management. And altho’ mommy be fed up and hers turned off “ms. nice gal” and turned on hers “get it done” purrsona, we awe still tugedder and hav luv. And weez still hav all of yous. So in honor of all of you mommy wrote a poem to yous all fur our Blest Sunday this week.

 

 

 

We luv yous all vewy much.
♥ We luv yous all vewy much. ♥

 

Yez weez lubz awl ow furiendz/framly.
♥ Yez weez lubz awl ow furiendz/framly. ♥

 

 

Roses in our Path 

 

We’ve had our share of sorrows,

We’ve had our share of pain.

We’ve wondered if there was hope for tomorrow,

or was there anything to gain.

But while going thru the motions

and living day to day,

We found a bed of of roses put there in our way.  

Each rose, the face of a friend,

and a voice comforting and clear.

Cheering us on thru the trials

and growing stronger with every tear.

That beautiful bed of roses

was each and everyone of you,

reminding us always,

we’re blest as each day renews.

Weez luv you all and awe so glad to hav met yous and weez awe twuly blest to hav you in ow lives. Open-mouthed smile  Meez suwe hopes yous join us tomowwo, weez got sumfin’ new and excitin’ to weveal. Open-mouthed smile 

Till da nex time………Be Blest!!!

 

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Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses ♥♥♥

Dezi and Lexi and mommy Audra

73 thoughts on “Blest Sunday!!!”

  1. What a bootiful poem. Sometimes life tests us and gives us so much to handle but remember you always have all of us whenever you need someone and whee feel blessed to have you as a friend

    Nacho, Noah, Buddy & Basil
    xxxxx

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  2. That is a very beautiful poem Mommy wrote. I just love it. I feel so Blessed to be considered your friend. The day I started talking to you all on facebook changed my life. I so glad I found you there.
    I pray every night that things will start looking up for you soon and that God keeps you safe in His loving arms.
    Luv you all so very much.
    Mary

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  3. The Book of James (in the Bible) tells us this:
    “Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.” (1 v 2 – 3). It also says a bit further down in the same chapter:
    “Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.” (1 v 12)
    I know it’s hard in the face of adversity and seemingly endless trials and frustration, to keep going with a smile on our faces, but we have to greet all challenges as if it were a personal test of endurance. You know like that Japanese Endurance Game – or years ago there was a game show on television called The Crystal Maze where contestants had to go through lots of different challenges.
    When you come out the other end of all this – and I’m praying that will be sooner rather than later – you will be able to look back at this time and laugh and pat each other on the back and say proudly: “We made it!”
    A friend of mine often writes and tells me that her life isn’t going to plan and she has a phrase that I love; she says the devil came and farted down her chimney again! So what does she do when that happens??? She farts right back up the chimney again to blow it back out!! MOL!!

    I’m loving your postys girls. They’re fantastic – as are you and your wonderful Mommy, Audra. with love Pauline and Casey xxx

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    1. Fank yous and fanks fur readin’ Miss Pauline. Weez face da twials and endure and weez do so wiff God’s help and dat of ow wunnewful furiends and framly.

      Luv ya’

      Dezi and Lexi

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  5. Aaawwww!!! What a sweet poem. I am amazed at how resilient u all r. It’s a wonder mommy hasn’t gone completely postal by now. I know I would have. I’m just a sittin here in my chair fuming every time I read abt what’s happening to u down there…it’s criminal!!

    Love u & mommy too!! ❤️❤️❤️

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    1. Fank yous awnty Theresa. Mommy’s a little past postal weez fink. Weez not uswe what da steam comin’ outta hers ears awe, but weez suwe it’s not good. MOL

      Luv and Hugs and Kitty kisses

      Dezi and Lexi

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  9. What a wonderful poem and I am so sorry you are having so many problems getting management to fix your apt problems.
    Sending good vibes it all gets straightened out soon and everything is comfortable again.

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  10. What a lovely and heartfelt poem with the most gorgeous graphics. Dezi, we know where you got your loving and caring ways. Mom Audra is amazing to be able to write such an uplifting poem with all that is going wrong. It is so true, if we have friends and love, we are truly blessed. We continue to purr and pray that you can get out of your apartment and it can be refurbished and made livable again. Sending all our love. XO, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

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    1. Aaaaaw Fank yous, and mommy blushed and sed fank yous too. Weez weally purreciate yous purrayers as of course weez need them. Weez purrayin’ and believin’ dat weez will get evewyfin’ fixed soon. 🙂

      Luv ya’

      Dezi

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