MaryMackey
Profile
I was born and raised in California. I have been married 27 years this year and have 3 beautiful children and 2 beautiful grandchildren. I love photography, writing, and creating. God has blessed me with so much in my life, that I want to give as much back as possible. So, if I can snap a photo or create a drawing that touches somebody’s life as much as some of the photos and artwork I have seen on RB have touched mine, then I believe that I have accomplished part of God’s plan for my life.
Groups
MaryMackey is a member of 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture , Airbrush Art, Art and Stories Made For Children, Baby Love, Biker Art, California Sound , Cartoon Paddock, Childhood, Core [C.O.R.E], Dragonflies, Fantasy Art, Fine Art approaches to Figure and Face, Inspiring Blend (Words IN Your Image), Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Mother Nature's Finest, Photography Critique and Advice, Pop Art, Smoky Mountain Masterpieces, The Healing Journey, Writing Workshop and You're Accepted.
Journal Entries
Prayers for those in Australia
Posted 9 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Finally hit 1000 views!
Posted 9 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Happy Thanksgiving All
Posted 11 months ago.
A Love Letter from God
Posted about 1 year ago.
Happy Birthday Israel
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Prayers for Everyone in China
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Thank You Everyone
Posted about 1 year ago.
Art
Writing
"Life Through My Father's Eyes"
“Feed my sheep”, my father says. “What do you mean? I have no sheep”. Again he says, “Feed my sheep”, and once more I say, “Father, I have no sheep”. Alas he says, “Come, take a walk…
"My Choice"
I want the chance to grow big and strong! / I want the chance to play!
Remember This
“GOD is the only one that can hug you from the inside out”
"Life Through My Children's Eyes"
If I could see life through my children’s eyes, / I wonder what I would see. / Would I see a loving hand,
"Don't Cry Mommy"
As I wipe the tears from your cheeks, your little hand so small, gently reaches up to brush a tear from mine, and you say, “Don’t cry mommy, it doesn’t hurt anymore, I love you”.
"A Child"
A child is lonely and his heart is broken, / when all he hears is a harsh word spoken.
