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 10 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Finally hit 1000 views!
Posted 10 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Happy Thanksgiving All
Posted about 1 year 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.
