My mom Natalie

* My mom was an eloquent writer–an artist with words.

* My mom was a gardener–waiting and working expectantly for spring and the roses that abound in her yard right now.

*My mom was photographer–enjoying the colors and sights that God put into this world.

*My mom was a quilter–making each quilt a special treasure for the one she was making it for.

*My mom loved me fiercely–I’m proud to call her my mom.

**Most importantly, my mom knew Jesus Christ as her Savior and Lord–God forgave her for her sins because she called on Jesus in faith!

My mom met Jesus face-to-face on Monday the 8th. We will all miss her terribly but are glad we get to see her in Heaven one day!

Thank you to all mom’s blog friends. I know she loved you. Here are pics of her garden blooming right now!

65 thoughts on “My mom Natalie

  1. Bonjour Amies Ami

    J’ai un cœur, tout tendre qui bat
    Un petit cœur qui pourtant est grand comme ça
    Il y a toujours une place pour une personne

    Mon petit cœur est peux-t être fragile
    Il m’a dis un jour
    Que tu as réussi à trouver le mot de passe pour venir sur mon blog

    Que ce code n’était pas très compliqué
    Il est fait d’amour et d’amitié , de tendresse et de douceur
    Ce n’est pas parce que on ne se voit pas ,que cela n’existe pas

    Mon petit cœur te souhaite une bonne journée
    Un bon week-end
    Prends soin de toi, Bisous Bernard

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  2. Though you are gone – we love you forever Natalie and we know where you have gone is far, far more beautiful than even your garden and that all who love you will see you again. Please know on earth you are remembered and loved and we hold your memory to our hearts always.


  3. Oh, I missed this post! I hadn’t seen any posts in a while and was wondering how Natalie was getting on. I’m so very sorry for your loss. What a beautiful, precious soul Natalie was, I will miss her here. ❤


  4. Bonjour ou bonsoir mon Ami ,Amie

    Notre amitié elle est importante pour moi
    Tes petits messages déposés sur mon blog
    C’est comme une flamme d’un feu de bois
    Qui dans mon cœur me met de la joie
    Cette amitié je la regarde comme le soleil ou une étoile qui brille dans le ciel
    Elle reste éternelle
    En attendant je te dis bonne journée ou belle soirée
    Bisous amicales


  5. I am so sorry to hear about your sweet Mama. I have been wandering around my blog today and realized that I hadn’t heard from her. She was ALWAYS one of my biggest supporters and I feel so horrible that I am just now returning here. It makes me realize my short comings. She commented such sweet things on my blog and I truly loved her sweet presence in my life. She was an encourager. I’ve always wondered what would happen to my blog and if my sweet daughter or husband would pop on to tell my friends, I am sure your mama would have been so pleased that you did for her.

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  6. On this day of January 12, 2022, I am just now seeing this. My heart is saddened to read this. What a gracious woman and oh the gifts she had to share with the world. My deepest condolences to you and yours. I was blessed to have connected with her and be inspired…


  7. I was going through my defunct WordPress blog and here’s a guest post that Natalie Scarberry sent my way in 2013:

    ‘May you arise each day with a
    voice of blessing whispering in your heart
    May you find harmony between
    your soul and your life
    May the mansion of your soul
    never become a haunted place
    May you know the eternal
    longing that lies at the heart of time
    May there be kindness in your
    gate when you look within’
    ~ Edited compilation of Blessings by John O’ Donohue.

    Our days are unique gifts, new creations of God’s ageless story, and in them is the perennial promise of resurrection. Of the 24 hours in each day, a garden in the early morning is one of the most magical places. While birds call to one another, and bees busily work, ‘fairies’ bless the flowers and sprinkle them with dew. As a result, plants glisten in the first dappled rays of light, while sweet aromas rise from the soil not yet blistered by the sun.

    A new day is a blank slate that waits for the mark of each and every one of us. Upon the slate, we have the opportunity to record acts of kindness, deeds of grace, words of truth, utterances of beauty, and thoughts of joy. In order to make the slate worthy of the gift and the Giver, we must keep our eyes wide open so we don’t miss the beauty, the joy and the wonder in our Father’s world. We must be fully awake and aware of the world and the people around us. They are there for a reason. We must remember it is a privilege to perform daily prayers and an honor to do what should be done in accomplishing God’s will. Finally, we must ”sing, sing, sing and make music with the Heavens” for it is right to come into His courts with singing and words of praise on our lips.

    Listen, O Heavens, and I will speak; hear, O Earth, the words of my mouth. Let my teachings fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants. I will proclaim the name of the LORD. Oh, praise the greatness of our God!


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