Christmas presents for friends & loved ones

If you are looking for a one-of-kind gift for any of the women in your life, my friend Tracey makes BEE-U-TI-FUL jewelry, purses, wallets and checkbook covers. I myself own two purses and a checkbook cover. Below are photos of her work. If you want to purchase any of the items you se please contact me via email at:

Clutch purse $12.00



Wallets $6.00

Checkbook covers $9.00

I'm Five "Oprah" shows rolled into one - First segment - HAIR LOSS

When I was a young girl I had long, thick, wavy brunette hair. It was so thick my mom used to ask hairdressers to "thin it out". Then at age 21 people began to point out a little thin spot in the center of my head near the front which grew progressively worse and worse. Of all the things I could have inheirited from my dad, male pattern baldness would not have been my first choice.

Ten years before Rogaine was ever approved by the FDA for the treatment of hair loss I was already well on my way to looking like a cancer survivor. Those who have a normal head of hair can not relate to the absolute low self-esteem, humilation and sense of personal ugliness a woman feels in losing her "crowning glory". For over 20 years I sought the help of doctors with very limited and short-lived results; spending money in a desperate attempt to save my hair or grow it back to a level that wouldn't be so embarassing. Nothing worked and this past year it had gotten to the point where I have actually felt ashamed to be seen in public. In the past 20 years I have stared longlingly at the hair of other women who didn't suffer with my problem; wishing with all my heart I could just have a "normal" head of hair. I've also noticed a lot more women walking around with my problem and I feel for their heartbreak.  Having no hair may not seem as "tragic" in the vast scene of things when compared to perhaps suffering with a long-term chronic illness (which I have done) but it definitely takes a long-term toll on your sense of self-esteem. It's a horrible feeling to hate looking at yourself in the mirror because you feel so ugly.

God has blessed me in many abundant ways; not least of which has been a good-looking husband who loved me despite my lack of hair; weight gain, and a disease which necessitated the re-routing of my internal plumbing.  To say that I felt like "damaged goods" would have been an understatement.

This past month God did something wonderful and He used two different, unrelated people to bring me the help I needed. The first was my family counselor who told me about a beautician in Newport Beach who had suffered the loss of all her hair from alopecia and created a hair system for women like me. I nodded my head then did nothing about it for weeks. Seeing that I wasn't getting the hint, He then used another friend who told me about this same woman a few weeks later and this time I paid attention.  Two different sources about the same woman...I figured it had to be a God thing.

So I called and made the appointment and I'm so glad I did. Nazy Curtis has made a new woman out of me. I no longer feel like the ugly duckling because of my "chemo patient" thinning hair. Best of all; my insurance even covers the expense! She gave me a head of hair that makes me feel attractive again and feminine.  Had my hair not ever gone thin in the first place; I would like to think this is what it would have looked like.

My husband is still having a hard time getting used to the new look. He feels like he's "cheating" on his wife but I'm sure as time goes by the hair will "grow" on him.

So below are my childhood pics, then some before and after; as you can see the difference in striking. Thank you, Lord, for telling me about Nazy Curtis! Thank you for giving me this much needed boost.

In the next week she will be using me as a "model" in a video where I will get my hair and make-up done up as a bride. It just so happens that my husband and I will be celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary this year so once I get a copy of the video, I'll post it on my blog and facebook.

If you would like to watch an interview about my experience that will appear on KCAL9 "America's Best", just click on the video below.


Age 13:

Age 19:

Age 23:

Age 51 (the day before I got my hair):

The new me with a GLORIOUS head of hair! What a difference!

If any of you llive in Southern California and have experienced the devastation of hair loss, please see Nazy! Her salon is in Newport Beach across from Fashion Island. Her website is:

You can "like" her on Facebook here:

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes - Miracles Do Come True!

This is the true story of how I met my husband, Michael. It was truly miraculous!

                It was 1978, I was 18 and had never gone out on a date nor had a boyfriend. I wasn’t weird looking but it seemed as though God had put a large “kiss off” sign on my forehead to keep members of the opposite sex away. I was commuting to Los Angeles daily on the public bus to attend the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising (“FIDM”) where the chances of meeting a normal, nice Christian male interested in the opposite sex were extremely dismal. I had just become a Christian the year before and was spending my hour long commute nagging the Lord daily about wanting to go out on a date. I was feeling quite desperate!
                On one particular day I think the good Lord had had enough of my “kvetching” and while ‘lucky dipping’ through my Bible, the following scripture jumped off the page at me. I could almost actually hear the Holy Spirit yelling the verse at me: “DELIGHT YOURSELF IN THE LORD AND HE WILL GIVE YOU THE DESIRES OF YOUR HEART!!!” At the same time, a still small voice in my head told me to write a story that would portray my wishes being fulfilled.
                I went home that day, uncovered my Smith Corona typewriter and began typing away. The title of the book was: “Jesus Wave-walker, Jesus Joy-giver”, a pretty lame title now that I look back on it but it turned out to be a pretty prophetic tale. I put myself in the story and described how the Lord called me up on the phone to take me out on a date and during that date He “introduced” me to the man He had chosen for me. At this point, I must digress and tell you that the name for my future husband, whoever he was, was always “Michael”. I prayed for Michael by name and even made a list of all the attributes I desired in my future mate: a good Christian, funny, handsome (to me anyway), had a large family, nice friends, a good work ethic, responsible, trustworthy, kind, handy, played guitar….and oh yes…had kept himself pure from women. Whenever I would tell my friends this last one they would shake their heads at me and whisper “Good luck!” under their breath. I finished my short story naming the character of the man he chosen for me as Michael. I then illustrated my book (drawing myself the way I wished I looked) as well as my “dream man”, Michael.
                Fast forward four years. I was at my 8th or 9th College and Career Church Retreat in the hopes of meeting a nice Christian boy. In the past 4 years I had left FIDM, gotten a job and moved to Orange County, met my first love, Barry, (who had died 4 months previous from a brain aneurism) and was still grieving even though my feelings for him had been unrequited. I was friends with a house full of Christian men but was still being treated like one of “the guys”. I was quickly becoming resigned to the fact that I was going to die an old maid when I looked across the crowded room of the retreat’s dining room and saw a face that caught my eye (just like that verse in the song “Some Enchanted Evening in South Pacific). He was pretty handsome and I remember thinking that he was probably stuck up because he was so handsome! The next thing I knew, he was sitting next to me.
                We exchanged smiles and introduced ourselves.
                “Hi,” I said. “My name is Marlayne.”
                “I’m Michael,” was his reply.
                My ears perked up but I said nothing about his name for fear of scaring him away. Interesting, I thought. We talked politely for a few minutes then said our goodbye’s when breakfast was done. From that moment on I was his shadow. We ended up talking for hours about cartoons, my first love then his first love; the fact that I was a Messianic Jew and on and on until the stars came out and it was time to go to our respective cabins. It had snowed that weekend (despite being April) and we threw snowballs at each other the next day. I didn’t even mind when he put his arm around me and kissed my forehead (which normally would have scared me off). The last day of the retreat I was starting to fret because Michael still had not asked for my phone number. After Sunday morning’s Bible study we would all be going our separate ways and if he didn’t ask for my phone number I would probably never see him again. With that in mind, I asked to see his Bible. He handed it over to me and I wrote my name and phone number inside the front cover and handed it back reasoning that I rather come off as forward than die a spinster.

                The following day, back at home I told my roommate about meeting Michael and how we had hit it off. As I left our apartment to visit Barry’s parents, I gave her some very specific instructions: “Now, Theresa, if a guy by the name of Michael calls… don’t say anything to him but call me at the Henriot’s house and let me know.” She agreed and to my delight while I was having dinner with Ruth and Al, she called and sang out: “Michael caaaalled!!”
                I was ready at that moment to call him right back (impatient person that I am) but I distinctly felt the Lord instructing me to wait an entire day. If you know me at all you would know what absolute torture this was but I obeyed and waited.
                The next day I called Michael back and in a very nonchalant voice said: “Hi! I heard you called yesterday.” (Little did he know that I was jumping up and down for glee at that moment.) Michael then asked me out on a date for the following weekend with his sister, her husband and another couple to go to Westwood to see the rerelease of Fantasia. I went right out and bought myself a whole new outfit for the occasion and when I opened the door of my apartment the following Saturday and saw Michael standing there I couldn’t help but think “Oh my… is he ever handsome!”
                After the movie we went to Hamburger Hamlet for dinner as a six-some. Little did I know until several years later that something very unusual took place during that date while I was in the ladies room. His sister’s friend, Tina, who had never laid eyes on me until that night, had turned to Michael’s sister, Debbie and asked her: “Well, what do you think of Marlayne?”
                “She seems nice,” had been Debbie’s polite response.
                “Well that’s Michael’s future wife.” Tina informed everyone. Michael was instantly incensed. He couldn’t stand this girl and how opinionated she was, so the fact that she had just said this to him instilled the exact opposite reaction. NO WAY NOW! Were his thoughts at the time but God had other plans.
                We dated for the next four years but 9 months into our relationship I finally got up the courage to show him my story with his name and face in it. It was a good thing I had waited until he was really “hooked” because if I had shown it to him early in our relationship he would have high tailed it for the hills! Almost five years after we met we were married. I put my prophetic story on display at our reception so everyone could see how God had brought us together – and haven’t seen it since. It simply disappeared.
                 My list? Oh yes, Michael fulfilled everything I had put on my list, including the last item!! That was almost 23 years ago and we are still happily married. Michael and I were recently discussing that story and my history of other men avoiding me like they had seen a giant “kiss off” sign plastered on my forehead when Michael said one of the sweetest things to me I have ever heard:
          “Well, honey, I didn’t see the words: ‘kiss off’ on your forehead…” he reassured me, planting a tender kiss on said spot. “I saw the words: KISS HERE.”


Marlayne Giron has been married to her husband, Michael since 1986 and is the author of the medieval fantasy/fiction romance, The Victor (A story of betrayal, love and sacrifice); Make a Wish (Stories Written for Real People Where They are the Star) and In Plain Sight.

The Gospel Hidden in The Old Testament - Amazing Stuff!

Every word, "jot and tittle" found in the Bible has been divinely placed there by God.  God has left both obvious and not-so-obvious messages in the Bible which confirms its' divine origin.  The information below can be found in "Cosmic Codes" by Dr. Chuck Missler (my favorite Bible-study teacher).  Here is just one of the little "jewel's" that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end the first time I ever read it! I just LOVE to share this with people.

A Hidden Message in the Genesis Geneaology
In Genesis Chapter 5 is the genealogy of Adam through Noah.  In our Bible, we read the Hebrew names but what do these names mean in English? The Bible gives the translation:

1) ADAM: Adam's name means man

2) SETH: Adam's son was named Seth, which means appointed. Eve said, "For God hath appointed me another seed instead of Abel, whom Cain slew."

3) ENOSH: Seth's son was called Enosh, which means mortal, frail, or miserable. It is from the root anash, to be incurable, used of a wound, grief, woe, sickness, or wickedness.
It was in the days of Enosh that men began to defile the name of the Living God.

4) KENAN: Enosh's son was named Kenan, which can mean sorrow, dirge, or elegy.

5) MAHALALEL: Kenan's son was Mahalalel, from Mahalal which means blessed or praise; and El, the name for God. Thus, Mahalalel means the Blessed God. Often Hebrew names include El, the name of God, as Dan-i-el, "God is my Judge", etc.

6) JARED: Mahalalel's son was named Jared, from the verb yaradh, meaning shall come down.

7) ENOCH: Jared's son was named Enoch, which means teaching, or commencement

8) METHUSELAH: Enoch was the father of Methuselah, who we have already mentioned. Enoch walked with God after he begat Methuselah. Apparently, Enoch received the prophecy of the Great Flood, and was told that as long as his son was alive, the judgment of the flood would be withheld. The year that Methuselah died, the flood came. The meaning of his name is His death shall bring

9) LAMECH: Methuselah's son was named Lamech, a root still evident today in our own English word, lament or lamentation. Lamech suggests despairing.

10) NOAH: Lamech, of course, is the father of Noah, which is derived from nacham, to bring relief or comfort, as Lamech himself explains in Genesis 5:29.

The Composite List - Now let's put it all together:
MahalalelThe Blessed God
JaredShall come down
MethuselahHis death shall bring
LamechThe Despairing
NoahRest, or comfort.

That's rather remarkable: "Man (is) appointed mortal sorrow; (but) the Blessed God shall come down teaching (that) His death shall bring (the) despairing rest."

I highly recommend buying his book "Cosmic Codes".  It is a short but absolutely fascinating read!


The Jewish High Holy Days and Bible Prophecy

Disclaimer:  I am not a Bible Prophecy expert or a Bible scholar in any sense of the word.

Growing up in a reformed (liberal) Jewish home, there was always one holiday in the fall that I came to dread as a child: Yom Kippur (The Day of Atonement).  To a child who wasn't particularly religious it was absolute torture. It meant sitting all day in temple with nothing to do while listening to the services in a mixture of English and Hebrew (which I did not understand).  It also meant not eating or drinking all day.  Add to this the uncertainty of not knowing whether I had racked up enough "brownie points" with God to be forgiven (my good deeds outweighing my bad deeds) and you've got one bored, starving and dehydrated paranoid girl!

In 1977 that all changed when my eyes were miraculously opened to discover that Jesus was the Jewish Messiah my people had been waiting for.  That I could know that I was forgiven and the biggest shocker of all...He was coming back...perhaps in my lifetime!!  I became an instant Bible Prophecy nut and devoured everything I could read on the subject.  Imagine my utter amazement when I discovered that the Jewish Feasts and High Holy Days represented significant events in Jesus' first and second comings! 

Everything Jesus did in His earthly ministry was timed perfectly down to the day and hour.  A wonderful example of this is the prophecy in the ninth chapter of Daniel given by the Angel about the number of days it would be until the Messiah arrived. Without going into all the detail here (see my resource links below), Daniel was basically told that it would be exactly 173,880 days from an event yet future until the Messiah arrived.  Exactly that many days later, Jesus rode into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday in which he allowed the crowds for the first time to hail him as their Messiah and King! The rabbis had no excuse for not recognizing him.

Jesus' first coming fulfilled the ordained Jewish feasts of Passover (his death), First Fruits (His resurrection) and Shavuot (Pentecost).  The Fall Feasts have yet to experience their fulfillment in His Second Coming so every year when September rolls around I found myself anticipating, expecting and hoping that this year will be the year of their fulfillment. 

Because of all that is currently going on in the world; and the judgments I see coming from God upon the world in the form of economic turmoil, mass bird, mammal and fish die-offs; hurricanes, tsunami's, major earthquakes, floods, pestilence, drought and current events in the Middle East I am especially excited about this fall.

Could this be the year that Jesus calls the church home and the 70th week of Daniel begins? Rosh Hashanah (The Feast of Trumpets) falls on September 29th this year (the date on which many Bible scholars believe that Jesus was actually born). There are some other fascinating things going on in the Universe at the same time (see link to the comet Elenin).

Now is the time to take stock of ourselves spiritually. Are we living for God or ourselves? Are we prepared to meet Him should this be the year? Are we walking in the light and sharing as best we can with a frightened world?  Even those who are not particularly religious seem to sense that world events are spinning out of control and coming to some dramatic conclusion.  The only thing we can truly put our trust in is The Lord and to be the salt and light He has called us to be.

If you don't know the Lord and would like to, feel free to email me personally and we can chat but I'm not here to convince you intellectually with persuasive arguments; it's a decision of the will and the heart. 

Absolutely Fascinating Resource links:
Daniel's prophecy:
Dr. Chuck Missler and The Feasts of Israel:
The Comet Elenin and it's timing:

Insomnia Anyone?

It seems the older my husband gets the more difficulty he has getting a good night's sleep. He either lays awake for hours staring at the ceiling or falls asleep immediately then something wakes him up and he can't get back to sleep for hours. He's been drinking small amounts of red wine or warm milk but it doesn't always help.

He can't take the over-the-counter sleep aids because they give him such a horrible hangover the next day so I went online today and looked up home remedies for insomnia and this is what I found (see below). 

If any of you have discovered anything else that works well, please let me know!

Insomnia Tea:
1 tsp. chamomile flowers.
1 tsp. hops.
1 tsp. valerian root.
1 cup of boiling water.

Steep for 45 minutes, strain and drink 1 hour before bedtime.