"Pleasant words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul
and healing to the bones."

Proverbs 16:24


I want to share my thoughts and so much more with you here,
maybe a few miracles, some recipes, my musings, and a touch
of humor.

I hope you will think it is the "BEES NEES"!

Thursday, June 16, 2011


This word was given to me years ago while I was spending time with the Lord.  it was a letter for one of my sons - since God wants to bring many sons unto glory (daughters too), I thought with Father's Day coming up this weekend, it would be appropriate to post. You may want to share it with others who might need the comfort found in it. 

By the way, I have just  opened two blogs. Please stop by and get acquainted with my other one!  Blessings,   JoAnn





Dear Child,

No one born of his Father would choose to be illegitimate or give up his inheritance - not knowingly. Yet, my child, through discouragement and unbelief you have even questioned that you were my child - questioned my love for you. Have you forgotten how valuable you are to me? Have you forgotten I chose you before you knew me? Have your weaknesses and faults become so magnified in you that you no longer believe that I have forgiven you? I know you. I love you. I long to fellowship with you. Like a father who is tucked away in an "Old Folks' Home" with many children who don't visit him ­ that's how I feel when you stay away day after day.

I'm writing this letter to you because I long to see you face to face. Nothing could give me greater joy than to hear your voice call my name. I have things I want to share with you if you have time to listen. I might just have some wisdom that would help you with your difficulties.
The one seeking to keep us apart has lied to you and told you that I'm angry with you and that I don't want to see you anymore. Believe me, that is not true. Nothing can separate you from my love. Remember how I paid off all your debts so you could be released from prison? Don't let anyone fool you into thinking that you still owe him - trying to put you back behind bars.

Another lie you've been told is that I am ashamed of you - my own child. That too is a lie to separate us. I am not ashamed of you. My own life and blood flow through you. You were created in my image. You need never be ashamed that you are mine.

There is one more thing I want to say before I close. I will always, always love you. I will not turn my face away from you nor will I give your inheritance to another. I'm listening now for the sound of your voice - even a whisper in your heart for me, your Father. Come quickly to meet me. I will run to you my child.



Given by inspiration of the Holy Spirit to:

JoAnn Parrott January 22, 1998

Sunday, June 12, 2011



Written for Jerry by JoAnn Parrott

April 5, 2006 – Anniversary Day

When she was a little girl
Bumble bees were her thrill
She closed them in a jar so tight
They buzzed around
all through the night

As she grew with hair so sunny
Her bees supplied the best of honey
She poured it in jars,
marked with a “BEE”
Sharing with her friends
as they had their tea

Her wedding dress
was a dazzling gown
The Bees were all there
lining her crown
The groom kissed his bride,
then sported a smile
And the bees carried her veil
as she walked down the aisle

As the years passed
five babies were born
She placed them in “bee pots”
early in the morn
She placed honey on their toast
and bee hats on their heads
And at nap time she laid them
In their little “bee” beds

As anniversary’s turned
from silver to gold
She continued to love Bees
until she was old
“They are a miracle”
she said with twinkle in her eye
“Only because of God
can Bumble Bees fly.”

Jerry - Though I love bees
you are my "thrill!"
We are still together
and climbing the hill.

I thank God for your love -

I still choose you too!

Happy Anniversary &

Love forever, JoAnn


My precious grand-daughter Mellisa just came to live with us and I was trying to fit her suitcases into an already over-crowded closet.  I was determined as I bent down under the coats & sweaters to try and make her suitcases fit.  Somehow it felt like I was going deeper and deeper into the closet!  I yelled out "Mellisa, I'm in Narnia!!"  We both laughed so hard my knees hit the floor and I just fell over the suitcases.  Laughter is such a good medicine - this is my "honey from home" story today. 

                                        My Grandaughter Melissa