Tuesday, December 31, 2013

2013 Let's review

2013, you started off wrong. You started off mean. You started off hard. We said farewell to a couple of things.  First, basketball. 
Then Sampson.  You made me wonder if I was even going to like you.
By the end of the first month, we had said hello to this wild thing...
By the time the fourth month rolled around we had another driver.
The level of stress had increased just a bit.
By the time June rolled around we had a high school graduate.
So to celebrate, relax & enjoy, we did a little of this....
July 4th came like none we have ever had.  A ball field was spray painted.  Bottle rockets were fired.  We wore flannel shirts and coats to watch the fireworks that night. 

October brought in family, with a photo shoot involving a mud hole & farm equipment. 

And then November.  A trip and a ring

I have no idea what 2014 will bring.  But I do know with the Lord guiding and this man by my side, it will all be alright.

God always sends a reminder of His promises.  Look closely and you can see the cardinal.  Just a small family treasure.  One that came when I needed it. 
And now here we are. 2013, you may not have started well, but  here we are at the end of you.
You had your painful moments.  You had your mountain tops.
But you did not have one moment that our Lord wasn't a part of.  He worked all things together for His good.  And He saw us through to the threshold of 2014.
  And as Lucy tells Charlie Brown "It's gonna be great Chuck!"

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

My world is changing, It's rearranging

I type this with an over flowing heart tonight. 
I have seen my mother today. My brother.
My mother in law, sister in law & all those kids.
My kids & future daughter in law have been under this roof today.
I woke up this morning with D by my side.
We are all healthy. We are all here.
There are some who are actually sitting at the feet of that baby boy tonight. And for that, I am thankful.
As I listen to "It's a Wonderful Life"  in the background, my mind is racing.  Maybe because of all the coffee I have had today.  Maybe the anticipation of morning.  I can still get as excited as a small child.  In fact I was helping one of the nephew's try to track Santa tonight.  It didn't go well because of all the other kiddos doing the same thing. 
This Christmas is the first in a long time that I have actually enjoyed.  And I mean it.  We eliminated a large cause of my stress last year.  Maybe that has been one factor that.  But the biggest factor is the time I have spent with God.  You may or may not know that I have been reading "The Greatest Gift" by Ann  Voskamp.  It is a daily read for the 25 days of Advent.  All I can say is, it is a must.  I will read it again beginning Dec. 1, 2014.  Maybe even before. 
You see, I am blessed.  Not because of the things I have, but of Who I have & Who has me. 
Again, as George Bailey & Mr. Potter rattle in the background & I know Clarence is fast approaching, I can't help but think back to Bethlehem.  Mary. Joseph. And a little baby boy.  I can't help but think that tomorrow is coming.  And so will that baby boy.  We place ALOT of emphasis on Dec. 24.  But it all began that night. Christmas night. Christmas is the beginning. 
I just about lost control of myself during our service yesterday.  We had someone to sing "Where are you Christmas?"  And I have heard the song many times before, but the line "My world is changing, It's rearranging"  just about threw me overboard.  Because it is.  And I am ok with it. 
But Mary & Joseph didn't have a song with a line like that.  And their world changed.  It was rearranged.  Our world changed that night so long ago.  It rearranged everything for us.  Our Lord left heaven to come to this messed up world.  To change & rearrange it. 
No matter what is under the tree, a baby was born so that He could die on a tree. 
"While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son.  She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn." Luke 2:6&7
May you & your's have the best Merriest Christmas

Friday, September 20, 2013

Talk about perspective!

There are no cute pictures for this post.  Just two big slaps in the face.  So to speak.  I have had the thought that this weekend is the weekend that fall will officially arrive.  On the calender anyway.  And I have had the thought that I will enter it kicking and screaming. 

I was sharing with a co-worker earlier this week that I had been making notes and trying to find the good things that fall and winter bring.  She said with a big smile on her face "Jesus' Birthday!".  And I said yes. Good point.  I will add it to my list.

But then there was this little girl.  Less than thirty minutes ago.  As I was preparing to leave, I was walking down the hall.  (you co workers reading will know who I am talking about) We met.  And as usual she had a big smile on her face.  I asked if she had had a good day and her reply was yea!  Then, the adult with her said, "As Always."  I thought as I walked away,  And that is the way it should be.  But instead we (I) focus on the ba hum bug of it.  You see, this child is a "special" little girl.  But she wears a big, huge, smile.  Always.  Despite the day.  Despite the season.  I hardly ever see her with out her smile. 

So, talk about perspective.  This afternoon as the rain sets in and fall arrives Sunday, I won't enter it kicking and screaming.  I will embrace it.  It will be the beginning of a new season.  One in which I have no idea what it will hold, but I know who holds it.  It will bring a time of Thanksgiving.  But shouldn't today be a day of Thanksgiving too?  It will bring nice temps and beautiful colors.  It will bring the chance to wear leggings and boots and long sleeves and scarves.   And then we will get to celebrate the best of it all.  A Saviors birthday!

So now, I will go fix a pot of coffee.  I may even get the house cleaned.  I may just go all out and find me some kind of cinnamon spice something to burn in the house.  Because fall is coming and it is a good day!

Sunday, September 15, 2013

The problem with the mess

Let me first start by saying that this may or may not be the beginning...
As some of you may know, (as weird as it may sound)  God often used Sampson to speak to me.  NO, Sampson didn't open his mouth like the donkey, but, none the less...
This lil creature pictured above, well, I can't say anything about him other than he is a mess and already showing signs of being OCD & spoiled.
He likes things the way he likes things.  Very much like me.  Maybe even you.  We like things the way we like them.  Right?

This is just one room of the house.  On any given day, you can walk in to our home and find the likes of this.  From the door you walk in, all through the house. There are toys or old shoes usually everywhere. So, I thought why not get something done about it??? Clean it up.  Have a spot just for his stuff like we did Samps?  Made perfect sense.  Until I did this.....
I purchased a cute little basket.  A small dog doesn't need a big basket.  Now the house is picked up.  Toys are in order.  Everything is ok.  In my mind anyway.  Now, he sits at the basket and barks!!!!!
So as I have thought about this issue, I have heard God say, "Just like humans."  They make such a mess of their life.  He can and wants to clean it up. Sometimes they even let Him try for just a short while.  Seems they are happier to have stuff strewn everywhere.
Why is that?
Looks like we would get tired of the mess.  Or at least get tired of the barking and wanting things the way we want them. 
Have you ever noticed though, how much easier it is when we allow Him to clean up the mess? 
Do you have a mess today?  Why don't you let Him clean it up?  He can and will but only if you don't sit by and bark the whole time!

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Small reminders

As I looked east this morning before pulling out of the driveway, this was my view.  I had to stop.  No, there wasn't a car coming.  I had to capture it. It was the sky.  The cloud.  The light.  And in that moment so many thoughts came. The first was a collection of scripture that speaks of our Lord coming from the eastern sky.  On a cloud.  I mean, I can't imagine sitting in my jeep, looking for traffic, glancing at the sky, and seeing Jesus!  Coming for me!   Can you?  That would be one way to start a Wednesday!  Another was how awesome my God is.  To use something as small as this to speak volumes to me.  And the list goes on.  It wasn't long after that, that I hooked up the phone to let Whitney Houston sing "I love the Lord".  So needless to say, I drove to work with tears streaming as I worshiped.  So see, I don't just do that on my pew in church.  I had already been moved to tears before I ever left the house.  And He worked on me all day.   And I have felt Him all day!
I know if you were traveling this way this morning, you probably saw it too.  But I felt Him say, see, I do love you.  I haven't forgotten.  And you are the apple of my eye.  You are my favorite.  But the thing of it is, He feels the same about you. 
I am just thankful that He reminded me today. 

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Dear Summer 2013

Dear 2013 Summer,
I just wanted to take the time to thank you.... Thank you for letting God use you.  You were just almost next to perfect.  You weren't just too hot.  You did have some rain and cloudy days, but on those sunshiny days, you were just almost perfect.  You will forever hold memories.   I know you are not officially gone.  You still have about 21 more days with us.  But my internal clock says you are gone.  Oh, the young one here says so too.  As we were packing up to leave the lake house, he said that's it for this summer.  He was right.  You won't be back. 
You were the first summer with out Sampson, but the first summer with Silas.
You were the first summer with out a week at the beach, but the first summer at the lake house.
You were the first summer after graduation, and the summer of junior year.
Oh, and you were the only summer I can remember July 4 being chilly.  Like flannel shirt and jacket to watch fireworks, chilly.  But we endured and made those memories with you.
You were also the summer of nineteen and sixteen. See, more to remember you by.
As Silas and I came home from the lake this afternoon, I felt a bit sad.  You just went by too fast.  But life seems to be moving that way too.  The time has come now for us to wait for the leaves to change, for the temps to drop, for knee boots and jeans.  Football and bonfires.  And then old man winter.  2013 summer, I just want you to know I hate to see you leave.  I'd like to hang on to you for a while longer.  But I know I will visit.  I will look back at the memories we made with you and smile.  Because you, my friend, were wonderful!

Tuesday, July 30, 2013


I am still here. 
I am never really sure how or where to begin a post.  I guess I should start by saying that I have been in a "season".  It almost feels like a dry season.  And, at the same time a new season.  It has been 26 weeks which totals out to be 182 days since we lost Sampson.  It has been just a few days less than that that this face has been with us.
He is still finding his way here.  We are still tolerating each other.  But this is what I found this morning....
I was getting myself ready for the day and almost stepped on him.  I have not insisted that he be with me every step.  He is beginning to though.  As I sat to start this post, this is what happened....
He is finding his way and place.  He is full of personality and mischief.  More days than none he acts like a nut!  Fits right in doesn't he?
Since my last post we have done so much.  First we did this....
We reached a milestone.  Thirteen years in the making, we made it.  Hence, the new season.
We also took our usual trip south.  It was too quick though. 
We have also done some of this...

And then there is this....
Now this may not mean anything to you, but the week of the fourth, we were at the lake.  The little folks in the family, with the help of the one's here, decided they were just going to paint themselves a ball field.  So, they did.  It was one of the little one's who painted this first base line.  It isn't straight.  It isn't perfect.  But it worked. 
I couldn't help but look at it again this morning and think it is just like us.  We are not perfect.  And it is so hard to walk the straight and narrow road.  But we work and we try.  We may even veer off the road completely.  But He is always waiting for us to come back. 
As I type, the rain has begun.  Again.  (this has been the most unusual July)  I have one more day left of this summer break.  It has been like a vapor.  Gone way too fast. 
There is still so many "new" things here.  But of this I am sure.... I don't know what the future holds, but I know who holds the future.  He's already there.  He has walked this road.  This season.  And He has walked your road too.  He is already there.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Less than a month

I sat down to work on these tonight.

And as I did, this image flashed in my mind.

It left me wondering what happened to him.

How did he go from that in the above picture to what is below.  And when?

It happened before my very eyes.  I thought I was watching and paying attention.

It really doesn't seem like that long ago.

But here we are.  In less than a month now. 
We have gone from being one, to the first day of kindergarten, to this. 
Isaiah 43:18 says "Forget the former things: do not dwell on the past.  See I am doing a new thing."
Well, I don't think I will forget the former things.  But I must prepare for the new.  Even though I have no idea what to do with the new.  I don't really think he does either. 
I just know it has gone by way too fast.  And I also knew if I didn't do this now, I never would.  I think I will be ok with it all.  It is what he and we have been working for.  That moment.  It is almost here.  In fact as I was trying to get my brain wrapped around this he brings me the instructions for practice.  Time of event.  Instructions for said event. 
Yep.  Less than a month.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Someone stole my heart

We had no idea (way back when) what God had in store for us.  We were
just along for the ride, I guess.  And it has been a roller coaster. 
We were young and "in love."  At the time, we had no idea what love really was.
Now here we are 23 years later.  I have no idea where to even begin, so I won't.
Let's just say, this man stole my heart when I was a young girl.  He hasn't given it back. 
It is his.  Always has been.  Always will be.

Monday, February 25, 2013

On saying good bye & hello

The last time I posted all was "right" with the world.  Well, mine anyway.  Christmas came.  We celebrated.  We celebrated like we haven't in years.  Family traveled from far and near.  We ate.  It was over.  January blew in like a cold front in the south.  It was cold and bitter.  And it was bittersweet.  It brought loss.  Loss like we haven't known.  During that loss I found the two little boys I knew so many years ago.  These two big ol' boys became kids again, which was a welcome relief.  We had time on our hands and we weren't sure what to do with it.  But we made it.  Until the end of January.  It brought an even bigger loss.  If you have read any of my posts or know me at all, then you know all about our "pretty boy".  Our family pet of eight years.  He became suddenly ill and didn't make it.  It hurt like I have never known hurt. (And I have known hurt.)  We are all still dealing with it.  With that being said, there is a new pet here now.  It will take a while for him to make his way into this old heart of mine.  I have routines and get stuck in my box.  And one has to work real hard to get in.  I like to think I am not a difficult person.  I just have my ways of doing life.  Anyway...
As I have stated either on here or to the ladies in Sunday School, God used our Samps so much & in so many ways to get to me.  And knowing what I know now, I see that He still is.  The Thelma to my Louise and Ethel to my Lucy, suffered a loss just a couple of weeks after we lost Sampson.  In just listening to her heartbreak, I have listened to "Daddy".  I have had to tell her what I had to tell myself, it won't hurt as bad tomorrow.  Tomorrow will be better.  And it is.  I have had to listen to "Daddy" say "Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning."  It has made me realize that no matter how much I hurt, there is always, always someone else with more pain.  But I serve a God who can and will take care of that pain.  As I sit here and type, I am also watching this new creature try to chew the door facing off of the wall and I am reminded of the verse in Isaiah 43.  "See, I am doing a new thing!"  Sometimes we just don't do well with new.  We have to sit in the pain for a while.  As I type I see the sunshine,  this new little creature is here, and I can see buttercups.  And I can hear "Daddy" say, as I told my "Thelma", chin up buttercup. He will never leave us or forsake us.  He will not let us sit in the pit that long.  And I am reminded during all of this that HE is ALL I need.  Truth be told, HE is All you need too.

                                                                This was my sweet "Pretty Boy".

                                                        Now meet Silas "snots".  And the name fits him well!