Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Good bye 2014...Hello 2015 What will your word be?

Well there's been a lot of activity to take place since my last post.  We celebrated big.  We ate all manner of good food and coconut cake.  We've opened gifts.  We gave gifts.  And I turned, uh um...another year older.

And here we are at the end of 2014 waiting on 2015  to begin. With that in mind, I wonder if you have a word for 2015.  We have all heard of New Year's resolutions right?  Have you ever thought of giving the new year a word?  I hadn't either until a few years ago.  In fact I think the first year I had a word was 2011.  My word was" Praise".  There was another year that the word was "Joy". 

Honestly, up until yesterday,  I hadn't given too much thought to it.  I came across a blog and she was talking about her word.  Let me say that the years that I have chosen a word, I thought it was a decision that I made and a decision/choice I had to make through out the year.  I would choose to praise.  I would choose joy over anything else.  But in the post I read yesterday she pointed out her theory.  That it isn't so much about your commitment as much as it is God's.  She also said that she had looked back over her words and the years that she chose them and she could see how God had used those words in her year. 

It's just an idea that I thought I would throw out there to you.  I have my word.  It is "Happy".  Now let me just explain.  I am not unhappy.  In fact I am in love with life. Everyone is happy & healthy.  We have a roof over our head & a place to sleep.  As I said I turned another year older.  And if you are like me there are just certain things about yourself that you don't really like.  We have a hard time seeing ourselves as "fearfully & wonderfully made".  Well, if you are like me you see the fearfully as "what in the world???"....where God sees the wonderfully.  I have found myself asking at what point do we as women accept the way we look?  At what point do we accept the aging process and all the changes that go with it?  I'm sure men may have "some" of these thoughts too but we just won't go there. 

For a few weeks now a prayer that has been on my lips is this: "Let my happiness be found in you".  We place so much emphasis on things making us happy.  A new purse.  Shoes.  Food.  Prettying up the house.  If I just had... If I just looked.... but how often to we just want what God has to offer?  To accept things just the way they are.  The old saying is contentment is wanting what you have, not having what you want.  I'm not saying I want more.  I'm not saying I am unhappy or that I want to be happy.  I just want all my happiness to be found in Him & to be happy in all circumstances. 

I know of two changes that 2015 will hold for this bunch.  I'm happy for those who will be involved in the changes.  And, honestly, I'm happy to see what those changes will hold for us.  I also know that 2015 will bring some unexpected challenges & changes.  Whatever they are I want to be happy in them and about them. 

With all that said, what will your word be? 
I also want to wish you and yours a very "happy" new year.  I pray that God will show his favor and blessings on all that 2015 may hold for you. 

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Christmas calls for coconut cake! An ode to Jim and Mary Bell

I had no intentions of visiting here until well after Christmas day.  But I couldn't help it....
I'm busy in the kitchen last night when my phone tells me I have a message.  I stopped what I was doing and the above picture is what I have. It took me a second to figure out what it was.  It is from my brother.  His message was "Mary Bell & Jim would be proud."  Mary Bell & Jim were our maternal grandparents.  She was famous for her cooking, the big family dinners & coconut cake.  What my brother didn't know was I was finishing up icing my coconut cake for Christmas Eve dinner.
Now fast forward to this morning.  The icing is set.  My coconut is thawed.  (I didn't bust a real coconut.)  I have since found out that he didn't make a coconut cake.  He was just busting the "real" coconut for his mother in law.  She's gonna make a cake.

So here's a portion of my cake.  (It's complete now but I didn't take a pic.)
A couple of years ago my mother in law had surgery to remove a portion of her lung.  She wasn't up to the big Christmas Eve meal so we all pitched in and pulled it off.  It was the first year I tried my hand at the cake.  I haven't made it since.  Until last night.  We are helping her out again this year.  Try to take a load off of her so she can enjoy it.  I said let me try to perfect my skill.. She was gracious and said ok.  (That took guts because she knows my skills are limited.)
Anyway, as I am putting the coconut on my cake, there's Christmas music playing & my mind raced back to a simple time. 
D made the comment to the boys last night that he use to have to go to my house for our family Christmas meal.  He said "And it was in the car port!  With a LOT OF PEOPLE there.  People I didn't know!!"  Well... I can't help it.  We have a big family and my grandmother always felt the need to invite any and everyone that ever held a spot on the family tree.  (or so it seemed) And in doing so, we outgrew her house.
I couldn't help but think how thankful I am that my family is set so steep in traditions. 
I, like, my brother, think that they would be so proud.  She especially.  I don't know if she really liked to cook that much.  I just know when she did it was always a table full of food and there was always a lot of people.  I can see her drop her head and smile when someone complimented her. 
She was a Godly woman.  He was a simple man.  I loved seeing him in his overalls.  That's how I remember him. 
I may not cook a meal big enough to feed "Cox's army" and I may not do a lot of other things,  but the things we have done all my life still remain.  And those things have been passed on to my boys. 
We hold the meaning of Christmas near.  We know it isn't all about Santa.  We know it is all out the baby in the manger.  The gift He gave us. We know it's all about the family.   That is the main thing that was passed on from Jim and Mary Bell.  Their house was small.  But their hearts were huge. 
I don't plan on being back for a while.  So again, until then, enjoy the time with your family.  Sit still a little longer.  Soak it all in. 
Merry Christmas Y'all!

Monday, December 22, 2014

Sunday Reflections

I honesty can't get my mind wrapped around all the thoughts enough to get them typed out.
It's a big week.  Excitement is in the air.  Non stop Christmas music and movies.  This week is the only reason I can handle winter.  After Thursday, well....

And since it is the biggest week of the year I will be busy.  I will be busy trying to savor every moment.
I want to wish you, my faithful reader, a very Merry Christmas.  My prayer for you is that you too, can savor the moments.  The memories.  And in the midst of it all, you will remember the baby in the manger.  The baby that was born to die for you. 

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Thursday's Thoughts on Fashion

I'm going to talk about some fashion today there just aren't any pictures.

Tuesday morning I was getting ready for a day of shopping with the future daughter in law.  The closet ended up being a small disaster because I couldn't decide on what to wear.  I just really wanted to wear some yoga pants, a big sloppy tee shirt that advertised a favorite restaurant on a beach somewhere & my tennis shoes.  I, however, didn't want to embarrass the future D-I-L so I opted for something a little more presentable. (I should add here that I ended up wearing (I think) a cute raglan tee shirt with the silhouette of a deer on the front with a long cardigan sweater, jeans & boots)  (Said future D-I-L showed up with black leggins, a tee shirt with the silhouette of a deer on the front (only her deer has cute little glasses),  & a cardigan)  (We didn't ask what the other was wearing)  (We even talked about how what we really wanted to wear was yoga pants) Ok back to the point at hand... As I put the sweater on I thought back to how old it was.  My mind is so messed up.  I can't recall a lot of things but when it comes to clothes I can.  How sad!!!

It was at this point in the process that I felt His nudge.  You see, as long as I can remember clothing has been important to me.  Not just as a necessity to cover my body, but as a statement for who I was.  (So to speak.)  I've obviously cared (or maybe not) what people thought because it has always mattered (to me) how I look.  I've always wanted to dress trendy yet not blend in with the crowd and look like everyone else.

And this is when it hit me... Standing in the middle of my bedroom, putting on a sweater that is approximately 13 years old, I've been focused on the wrong wardrobe.  If, 13 years ago, my focus was on growing my relationship with Christ then I wouldn't remember the sweater.  Where I got it and what was going on in my life at the time.  If my focus was on growing my relationship with Christ then that would be all that mattered.  Does that make sense?  I'm not saying that the relationship wasn't important, just that the focus has been a bit wrong all this time.  I should first be concerned with "dressing" myself in Him. In His love.  Not that I'm not or haven't been, but if it is where it should be, then you would see His love & light in me first not my clothing. Right?

How many times have we all been guilty of judging a book by it's cover?  If  had I chosen to wear the yoga pants & sloppy tee and you saw me what would you think? Whether you know me or not, you would have judged by what I had on.  Right?  She's having a bad day... That's about the tackiest thing I've seen all day... I can't believe she's wearing THAT!...   Pajama bottoms have become a big hit in these neck of the woods.  I can go to the grocery store on any given day and I'm almost positive that I will see an adult, in public mind you, wearing pajama bottoms.  It's a small pet peeve of mine.  Would you say I'm quick to judge?  For all I know that mama has been up with a crying baby all night and has no energy to dress.  For all I know her house may have burned last night and that is all she's got today.

Where is our focus?  Don't get me wrong, I'm all about some cute/pretty clothes.  Love them.  I was so distracted several times Tuesday on our shopping trip by cute/pretty clothes.  So much so that I had to say to D-I-L that I needed to FOCUS on the task at hand...  

I guess I say all of that to say this..  We need to cloth ourselves with Christ before we worry about what is on our back and how we look.  So what if we look pretty on the outside.  Remember what the Lord told Samuel in 1 Samuel 16:7 "The Lord doesn't see things the way you see them.  People judge by outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart."  If our heart isn't clothed right, what difference does it make how we look?  But when the heart is right, the face will glow and so will the rest of you.  Making everything else just as pretty whether it is yoga pants & sloppy tee shirts or cute leggins, tunics & boots.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Sunday Reflections

We made it through the Sunday School hour just fine yesterday.  We were in the sanctuary and just about ready to start our service and the lights went out.  They came back on.  They blink.  They went out and stay out.  We had one song, the offering, and then the preacher got up and began to preach in the dark.  In this modern world that we live in now, the choir sang & I played the piano by the light on a cell phone.  The doors to the sanctuary were opened and enough light came through.

I couldn't help but think as we sat there in the semi darkness that it would have been really easy to just call off the service.  And that is exactly what satan would have had us do.  But even in the semi darkness, God was there.

As I pondered this throughout the afternoon I thought about Christmas.  I don't know if Christ was really born on December 25.  And really, it doesn't make me any difference.  The fact is, He was born.  And regardless of the date,  the circumstances that He was born in remain the same.  It was a dark world.

For a long time I wanted my Christmas' to be  like a Norman Rockwell painting or the movies you would watch on TV. You know the one's where everyone was gathered and always got the exact thing that they wanted.  They sang all the carols and everyone was happy.  And honestly I never had a bad Christmas.  But I'm willing to bet there is someone reading this that can't say that.  Or there is someone reading this that knows someone that can't say that.

We all want our Christmas to be tied up in pretty packages.  We want what is in the package to be the perfect gift.  We stress ourselves to the point that we can't even enjoy it.  And with the stress and all the "wants" we may have, we put ourselves into a dark place. When truth of the matter is this...Christ didn't enter this world in a pretty package.  There was no heat in the room.  In fact there wasn't a room.  Just a "barn".  In a dark world.  But God was there in the dark.  Mary and Joseph made the best of a dark situation.  Talk about stressed.  I would have been panicked.  But they knew their Jesus was coming to bring light to the darkness.  And that's exactly what He did.  He brought light.

So if you are in the midst of some darkness right now whether it be because of Christmas stress, health, fiances, relationship issues, know this, Christ is in the darkness.  He always has been.  He's there to bring you light.  We just have to put forth the effort to see it.

Friday, December 12, 2014

A Friday rambling

If you are not a dog lover then this post will stress you out.
This mess sleeps in the room with us every night.  Some nights he sleeps at the foot of the bed, other nights he sleeps in the floor.  He usually never comes to the head of the unless he wants down. 
There are times when he does venture up but I send him back down or to the floor.  I can't stand for him to be on my pillow.  But this morning before the alarm went off, he crept up to my pillow.  And I let him stay.  I knew it was time to get up.  But just for a few minutes I let my mind wander.  (I've been in a blog fog this week.)  I just couldn't help but think how our Father must feel when we do this.  You know we just linger near by but never really close enough.   Yes we say we sit at His feet and maybe we do.  But what about when we get right up there so close to His heart.  Right up there under His wing.  When Silas crept up and collapsed next to my back, it was kind of comforting.  For him & me.  We both dosed back off.  But before I did I had that thought.  How does it make my Father feel when I do this.  When I climb back in His lap, under His wing, close to His heart.  I have to believe He is as delighted as I was comforted this morning.  Made me think that maybe I shouldn't just linger or hang out so much.  Maybe I should get a bit more comfortable. After all, there is rest there. 

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Thursday's Thoughts on Fashion

We made it through Thanksgiving.  We made it through Thanksgiving and black Friday with colds and sinus junk.  But the trees are up.  The outside lights are up.  Christmas season is now underway.  I will say the cold junk almost got the best of me.  I felt like my head was in a barrel Sunday and the world was just swimming around me.  Not a happy place.  Monday there was zero energy.  Well, I did have energy to find some of these scarves on Pinterest.  I even found myself one during the "black Friday" shopping trip with D.  Yay me!!

 I love this look!

And this one too.

I realize that mixing the plaid scarf and the stripes may be too much for some.  And that's ok.  I don't know if I, myself, would be brave enough to try it.

 I have discovered there are may ways to wear the scarf.

 I can handle this mix of plaid and stripe better than the other. 

Love this too.

Happy Weekend to you all!

Monday, November 24, 2014

Sunday Reflection's

The title of D's message was again, Attitude of Gratitude.  The title of our Sunday School lesson was "Wisdom above, Wisdom below".  The best way for me to sum up my thoughts from yesterday is this...If you have wisdom from above, you will have (should have) an attitude of gratitude.  And, the first thing you will be thankful for is this....That Jesus took the beating & the ridicule.  He died.  He rose.  All for you.  All for me.  And then the list will go on from there. 

Here's another thought.  D encouraged the congregation last week  not shop on Thanksgiving.  When we do, that means someone has missed being with their family.   I've seen/heard commercials advertising that certain stores will be open Thursday at 6:00 pm. or what ever time.  When I've heard them I've thought to myself the things we do for "things" that are important to us.  We make the time to do them.  We make the time to save that dollar.  But when it comes to your relationship with God, your prayer time, your giving back because He has given so much, what do you do?  I know I'm guilty of putting it off.  I will get to it later.  You get the idea.

I may not be back this week.  It is Thanksgiving week.  There's stuff to be done.  Food to cook.  Family to see.  So from this family to yours, have a wonderful Thanksgiving week.  Enjoy your family.  Enjoy your food.  Enjoy your shopping.  But before you enjoy any of it   Thank God for it!

Friday, November 21, 2014

Friday ramblings: love & the likes there of

I am having trouble finding the words to begin this post.   So let's see.....

It's been over fifteen years.  That's when this story began.  That's when we moved into this house.  The boys were five and two.  After being here a couple of days the neighbor came with a plate of chocolate chip cookies.  We were fast friends.  They were an older couple.  They fast became next door grandparents for the boys. He almost became....well I just don't know how to put it.  He became the next thing I had to an earthly father since mine was gone.  Not long after we moved here, D's dad passed away. He then became the only grandfather figure these boys had.  They enjoyed sitting on their porch and watching the boys play. There was a lot of coffee drank on that porch.  They enjoyed having the boys run in and out of their house just to visit.  As the boys grew, the couple grew older.  Things happened and communication was lost.  And then they moved.

Life has a funny way of changing things for us doesn't it?  Things happen that we don't plan for.  Things we don't like but we have to do.  Back last summer the man stopped to see D.  He traded vehicles.  Communication was found again.  Hind sight is now 20/20.  Isn't that the way life does us?  If we had known then what we know now....

Life has taken it's toll on her.  He has her at home.  He is taking care of her.  I have wondered how and why.  I found out yesterday.  It's called love.  He needed someone to drive him to the hospital for a procedure.  He hated to ask us.  I didn't mind.

On the way there we talked about life.  The boys.  He advised me "for us to live and enjoy life.  NOW.    Because, well, you just never know."   I agreed.  

As I sat and listened to him talk to the nurses, his main concern was to hurry and get done.  He had to get back home to her.  He wasn't worried about the procedure itself.  He was worried about her.  Love.
They have a history.  One in which I don't know all the details.  Just enough.  Just enough to know they adore each other in their own way.  I've seen it.

I left him with a family member.  They were to bring him home.
Once I left though, I couldn't help but ponder the morning conversations.  And then my thoughts shifted to Christ and His love for us.

Paul writes to the husband in Ephesians 5:25 "Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her."
I couldn't help but think about how he was in a hurry to get back home to her and I thought about this verse.  I couldn't help but wonder then, being that Christ loved us so much to give Himself up for us, then He must be in a hurry to be reunited with us.  He's gotta be.  Right?

 He called around 6:30 to let me know he was home.  I could tell by the sound of his voice he was happy to be there.  Reunited and he felt good.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Thursday's thoughts on Fashion

Once upon a December birthday, the first to be exact, a little girl got a pair of boots.  That was forty plus years ago.  Her birthday is a few days after Christmas.  Her mama waited until after Christmas to buy the little girl anything for her first birthday.  All the mama could find was a pair of boots.  She never waited until after Christmas again.

Forty plus years later, the girl isn't so little.  But she still has the boots.  Truth be told, it's where it all began. 

Can you tell the little girl wore the boots out?

Now jump to some forty years later.  It isn't December yet, but the mama is still shopping for boots.

 After mom left I was looking at the new boots and thinking about the possibilities and the possible challenges when the thought occurred to me.... These look very similar to my first pair... Did you see the resemblance?

I did the only thing I knew to do.  I immediately started running through the closet of my mind and then to Pinterest.  These are a few options I came up with.

 This would be cute.  But not when it's 17 degrees in the morning with a high of 20 something.

Swap the loafer for the ankle/mid calf boot.  Add some leggings.  Good to go.  (Maybe)

 No doubt a pair of skinny jeans would work tucked into the boot..

This would be perfect too.

Oh the choices.

One thing's for sure, that mama had no idea what she was starting forty plus years ago.  But the little girl is so glad she did.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Sunday Reflections

D's message yesterday was entitled Attitude of gratitude.  Once he gave his text, which was Psalm 145, I couldn't help but think about this song.  I came across it last Thanksgiving season.  In fact, I listened to it as I cooked for the Thanksgiving meals while Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade was on .  The song pretty much sums up my reflections for this week.  I hope you enjoy it. 


Friday, November 14, 2014

Happily Ever After

As you know from yesterday's post Christmas decorating is under way here.  I'm a bit tired though.  I've been busy since Tuesday.  It helps that the Hallmark channel is playing non stop Christmas movies and SiriusXM started playing non stop Christmas music.  But this morning my thoughts have been wandering. 

Have you ever noticed that in all the Christmas movies there's a happy ending?  The characters face problems & situations all around Christmas but in the end it all works out?  Have you ever noticed that most of the Christmas music makes you feel good.  Ok, well except for those that make you feel sad...

I also got to thinking as I scrolled through facebook  & twitter that some people have a way with words. 
Some have a way of just letting their words fall like a small whisper full of grace and others (like myself) are just like bulls in a china shop.  No shortage on volume & no tact.  It got me to thinking.

I wish I could be more like those folks who are like a whisper yet they are heard.  But obviously that's not the way God wanted me to be.  And for the most part, I"m ok with it. 
And I bet, you, like me, wish your life could be like a Hallmark Christmas movie.  A life where yea there may be some issues around Christmas but there is always a happy ending.  That's my point here.  Have you ever stopped to think that you do have a happy ending?  I always get so caught up in all the stuff.  My focus is on the stuff.  The issues.  The things I can't change because I have no control over them.  Yet I know because of my faith in Christ Jesus I have a happy ending.  Always!!!

So there's my rambling thoughts for today with a cup of hot chocolate. 

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Thursday's Thoughts on Fashion (sort of)

I've had few words or thoughts for this week.  (Rare I know, but no need to call a medic) I haven't been short on either, it's just the public probably didn't care to see, read, or hear them. 

Monday started off just really, really weird.  It was almost like a helter/skelter Monday.  But by mid morning things had settled down.  I spent the day with my mother.  Shopping!!  I think it was a much needed day for us.  We were able to do it and it not involve a doctor's appointment.  The weather was beautiful.  The last day of bliss so to speak.  I'm not sure who enjoyed it more, me or her.  I know I was tired when I got home.

Since then, my mind has been a whirl wind.  So has the house.  Let's just say Operation Christmas decorating has begun. 
There are stacks and piles like this through out the house.  I can't stand it.

This mantle is complete.   I've never gone to the trouble of doing this much on the mantle.  But I found the piece hanging on the wall Monday & knew instantly I would be working on this mantle.  Needless to say, I'm in love.

For some reason I got the urge to hunt down some vintage ornaments.  I just so happened to see a picture on facebook so my sister in law checked it out for me.  I'm so glad she did.  I made a bee line as quick as I could to get them.

And I'm so in love with my little vintage table.   (yes that's my yard sale radio!)  I know!  Adorable right??? Yes, those are old, old, old, salt & pepper shakers too.  There's a story behind those.  That's a post in itself.

Anyway as you can see I've been a bit busy.  I haven't given much thought to fashion at all.  Just how to dress the house for Christmas.  I guess that's a good thing being that there's been this polar vortex and all.  I promise I'm going to try my best to keep my attitude in check.  (at least til Christmas & then??)

Silas & I may just have to do a lot of napping until Spring.  Speaking of Silas, he was groomed yesterday.  The first grooming since we got in trouble.  I'm happy to report that Ms. Cheryl was happy with us.  We've been brushing just about daily since that day.

I will add my two cents about decorating before Thanksgiving.  Obviously I'm not against it.  I celebrate Thanksgiving like everyone else.  I cook & eat & cook & eat.  In my defense though, Christmas is the only Holiday I decorate for.  There hasn't been a pumpkin one in the house and I don't even own a turkey. Real or fake.  You know, Christmas is the best Holiday to celebrate.  It is after all the time we set aside to celebrate the birth of our King.  Our Redeemer.  I will also tell you that unless Christmas day changes like a lot has in my world, all of this stuff will be coming down Christmas afternoon.  If not then, for sure the 26th. 

Sorry there wasn't any fashion.  But honestly it's just been yoga pants & sweats all week.  I may even have to break out some of D's long john's.  I'm just not made for this!!!!
Until next time, enjoy the "polar vortex" whatever! 

Friday, November 7, 2014


Oh the joys of fall.  In case you didn't notice, the time changed at 2:00 a.m. Sunday morning.  It has just about killed me.  For many reasons.  I've been on the edge of just digging a hole & crawling in it until Spring.  But then I think "no, I can't do that.  There's life to live.  Clothes to wash.  Food to cook.  Thanksgiving & Christmas."  So I've decided I will wait until January 2 to dig my hole.

Anyway besides that, I've cooked.  Seems like a lot!  Especially if you don't really like to cook.  Well, it's not that I don't like to cook.  It's just a lot of trouble.  But since I'm here quite a bit now I don't mind it as much.

 I've been married for nearly twenty five years and I didn't have a dutch oven.  Well, I do now and I've used that sucker a lot in two weeks. I'm not to the point to ask it "where've you been my whole life?"  But we are getting close.  On this day, there was potato soup cooking in it.   I mean what else are you suppose to cook when the time changes?  That signifies soup to me.

I mixed this stuff up for the preacher.  It's the Pioneer Woman's recipe for Pico Del Gallo.  Don't ask me if it's good.  I don't know.  I won't eat it, but the preacher does so I made two batches this week. 

One of the dumbest things I've done was this.  I put this bad boy in the microwave for eight seconds.  Took a bite and was instantly carried back to my mother's kitchen not long after they got the first microwave.  (mid 80's)  She would buy the frozen doughnuts that were in a package.  You would put them in the microwave for just a few seconds and then you were instantly in doughnut heaven (or so I thought)  When you place a Krispy Kreme doughnut in the microwave for eight seconds, yea.  Back to a 1980 something kitchen. 

Now don't you go to judging me on these next pictures.....
I've been listening to a little Christmas music as I cut up onions, cilantro & jalapenos and all the other cooking I've been doing.    I know that SiriusXM will start playing non stop music this Tuesday and Hallmark has been playing movies all week so why not??

Well, there's this too.  It was on the rack in the cooler at the store.  And I obviously think if it's there then I must buy.  Right?  I will also say that I have wrapped a few gifts.  Not because I'm putting them under the tree yet.  Not at all.  The tree(s) are still in the attic.  I just needed to get them out of my way. 

I'm not rushing the month of November at all.  Really in all seriousness I'm not.  I love the Thanksgiving day festivities as much as anyone.  I will be in the kitchen cooking and the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade will be on all the while D & the boys will be working on the Christmas lights outside.  But I will say I am looking forward to December 1 because of this book.  I got it last year and it changed my whole attitude toward Christmas.  So I'm excited to start again on December 1 just to see what the Lord will reveal to me this year.  It will now be as much of a tradition as putting up the trees, buying the boiled custard, listening to the Christmas music and all the shopping that goes on.
So there's another reason why I won't be digging a hole just yet. 
Hope you all have a happy weekend.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Thursday's Thoughts on Fashion

 This post is for some of my ladies at church, my mother in law & those of you who have sent me messages.  Some of you have said that you can't wear certain things because of your age.  I disagree.  I posted this first image on my "my style" pinterest board just because of the mix of patterns.  The length of the dress is perfect.  And see, she has on leggings.  So don't say you can't wear them.  Yes you can.  I have no idea how old this lady is, but I found a website that has several of the images that I am sharing today.  I have no idea what they were talking about on this web site because it is in a foreign language.  I just know I like the style of this "young" lady.

 This next image is on the same order.  I think any woman of any age could wear any of these outfits.  The tops/dresses are long enough, yet very stylish.

 I just love this one.  There's simplicity & ruffles with white jeans/capri's.

I pinned this next image too.  Just because it's classic.  If you aren't comfortable with the heels, flats would work. 

This one is a favorite too.  Notice the mix of patterns?  Now honestly, I could live with out the pin.  But if you like it, go for it!  It is a statement piece for sure. 

 I just thought this was a fun picture.  It reminded me of so many of the women I know.  They love life and are happy living it.  If you aren't comfortable wearing the white (after labor day) you could pair this with brown or black. Or you could pair it with jeans.  Notice the cute shoes!!!

The length on this is perfect also.  Notice the leggings.  I think when some women hear the word leggings, they immediately think they can't wear them.   I encourage you to try.

Honestly, it's all about how comfortable you are.  If you are comfortable & feel pretty, it shows.  I think all of the images I've shared today would work for all ages.  But like I said, I've had some comments from the wisest of ladies to post something for them.  I hope you've enjoyed it.  I know I sure enjoyed searching for you. 

So, for you younger generation that is reading this, why not compliment our mentors?  They have encouraged us on more than one occasion, why not return the favor? 

Monday, November 3, 2014

Sunday Reflections

As I was trying to shut my tired brain and body down last night I thought, "I really have no reflections".  I thought wrong.  Nicole C. Mullen has a song entitled  "Press".  Some may refer to it as "One Touch".  Either way, if you have never heard it I encourage you to pull YouTube and listen to it.  The best friend sang it yesterday.  But before she did she made the comment that every one has a need that they need touched.  This particular song is about the woman who had the issue of blood.  She had enough faith in Jesus to know that if she could just touch the hem of His garment she would be made whole.

Again as I was trying to shut my body down I thought of this woman.  Her effort.  Her need.  I also thought of the woman who anointed Jesus' feet with her tears.  She broke her alabaster box and anointed Him.  But before she could anoint Him, she had to go through some "stuff".  Some people.  And once she got to Him, she was criticized for her actions. 

If you are like me, you sometimes (always) want the easy way out.  We don't really want to go to a lot of trouble or go through some "stuff" to get what we need.  We want what we want, when we want it.
Both of these ladies had a need.  They both knew they needed Jesus and it didn't make them any difference what they had to do or who they had to go through to get to Him.  They just needed to get to Him.

What about you?  What are you willing to do to get to Jesus? 

Thursday, October 30, 2014

To the parents of a Senior

Facebook was full of last "home game" day pictures.  Comments of "last home" game field show.  College acceptance letters.  My heart goes out to you.  If this is your first baby's moment, it's a hard one.  But by the time the 2nd comes along you will be a pro.  However, you realize with the second or last one, you won't walk this way again.  My words to you are this..... It will be ok.  God gave you that child.  He entrusted that child to you.  He entrusted that baby to you years ago to raise them up in the way they should go.  His word also says that they are to leave & cleave.  Not stay & rot.  We have to, (as my mother always said) cut the apron strings.

I know all to well how you feel.  I've been where you are.  I'm there now.  These Seniors hold a special place for me.  As did the class of 2013.  These seniors were in 1st grade when I started to work in the school system.  But before that, they were in Mom's Day Out with my senior.  We had field trips together.  We've been on the ball field together.  The basketball court.  They are good kids.

The thought that got me through the 1st one was this.  Be thankful for the moment.  They are proud to be here.  It is bittersweet for everyone.  But it is their moment.  Remember when you were a Senior?  We knew it all didn't we?  They do too. 

I remember when this Senior started Kindergarten.  He was often asked what I was going to do when he went to school.  His reply was "throw a party".  That Senior just left to go to the "last home" game.

I've said when May rolls around no one will be cheering or shouting Hallelujah louder than me.  I will be honest though, when the band starts to play  I may get a little choked up.  But I will remember this is their moment.  And I will be thankful that God is faithful & He saw us through.

So cry if you must.  It is a big stepping stone.  One they will always remember and so will you.  But it will be ok.  So will they.  And so will you.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Thursday's Thoughts on Fashion

I hope y'all enjoy this post because let me tell ya, it has been an ordeal to publish.  Computer problems on just about every computer.  Mainly with my pinterest account.  Don't ya just love technology?
Alright Sunday afternoon we had a packing party at church to pack the shoe boxes for Operation Christmas Child.  Things were laid out and separated for boy/girl.  As I examined my stack of goodies I got a little excited about the girl things.  The best friend was standing next to me & looked at D and said if you ever have a granddaughter, you're in trouble.  She's right.  We will be in trouble & broke.  Now if my future daughter in law ever reads this, she will think "If I ever have a little girl there's no way in the world I will ever let her dress her!"  Go with me here people.
If the good Lord had blessed us with a girl (thankful that He didn't) I would have loved to dress her like this. 

My mother has said she dressed me in all the lace she could before I could talk.  Once I could speak my mind, well, I still don't like lace.

Is that little skirt not just the cutest thing you have seen??? I would learn to sew just so a granddaughter could wear it! 

I just love this little outfit. 

Now I realize there's some lace on this.  But it is so adorable.  Hat & all!

Notice the little converse looking shoes.  Cuteness all over.

And I just had to share this.  One of my dear friends from church sent this one to me on pinterest.  Again so adorable.
The best friend & I laughed about a daughter or granddaughter and how I would dress her.  Friend said, "she'd be barefoot at all times."  At which point I added" unless I had her in some converse."  Friend said "her mouth and face will be dirty". At which point I said "probably so." "With the dirt ring necklace."  But I also added "but come Sunday, she'll be so stinkin' cute no one will be able stand it!"

Now not only would I have tried to dress my little girl something like what's in these images I would have also taught her how to dress herself with dignity and honor. 
However, God has a bigger plan and knew I didn't need a little girl.  He gave us the best two boys.  And I am so thankful.  Now if he wants me to have a granddaughter when the time is right that's ok.  But I will be over the top with boys too. 

All the image's were taken from