Alarm

Sickness is an indicator. A signal to do something different.

-Yonnie

InHisCare

Tags #Creative Writing, #InHisCare, #Life, #Motivational, #Quote

By inhiscare753

I reside on the East Coast of the United States with my two Beautiful Daughters.
We have overcome much adversity, God has seen us through.
Having to raise these now wonderful Young Ladies as a Single Mom was not my plan.

Designing and Writing Cards began at age Five.
Since my Mother was a Teacher it a tool to teach me to read and write was Card Making, Journaling as well as creating Poems.
I naturally had a passion for making up Silly Songs and imaginative stories.

As a Teacher Assistant Trainee at twelve years old in a Mentoring Program for The Texas Day Association.
My passion for making up Silly Songs and Jingles became Transitional Songs used to help children remember in a joyful way.
My Studies include Education, coupled with Business, Religion, along with several other certifications.

Yonnie💜
InHisCare🙏

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13 replies on “Alarm”

A great truth. Love the pic! Hope your day is a good one Yonnie! Keep smiling!

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Renee, thanks for such an encouraging comment. My day is going wonderfully. Thanks for asking. Hope you are having a fantastic day. Smile 😃

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Great post😀

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Thanks so much, so glad you enjoyed it. Appreciate your wonderful comment! 😊🙏

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A great reminder that our bodies are the last signal that lets us know we are out of alignment.. Our hearts should be the first we listen to..
Sending love and well wishes Yonnie… Have a beautiful week.. And as if on cue, the light from your blog has rippled across the ocean and the Sun just broke through the clouds here.. Wonderful to see it..
And Thank you for all you share… Much love your way .. ❤

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Sue your comment is priceless.
It is beautiful and inspiring. Conveying a meaningful and heartfelt message. Thanks for sharing. Have a wonderful week, as always thanks for your kindness.

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