Friday, January 23, 2015

Waiting the thing out!

Funny how things work out isn't it?  I tried to get my thoughts around Sunday but they just weren't there.  The next thing I knew, it was Thursday and I had no Fashion desire either.  And I won't even blame it on the weather.  Because this week has been off the charts.  Way to go sunshine & wonderful temps.  But on the other hand maybe it is the weather's fault.  I was either loving it or preparing myself for the next round of winter.  Either way my mind hasn't been on posting.  Until yesterday afternoon.   Every afternoon around four o'clock Silas will make his way to the front door.  He will sit there and watch the traffic but he is primarily there to wait for D & the boys to come in.  His posture caught my attention Wednesday afternoon so I snapped a photo of him.  I then shared in on instagram and facebook.  He got several likes on both. 


There is nothing unusual about this.  It is normal.  I promise.

That was Wednesday.  Thursday afternoon came and he was back in his spot.  I promise.  I'm creative, but I'm not that creative and he isn't that cooperative.


After I took this one, I went on about my business only to hear the verse from Isaiah "Those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength."  Now I know he isn't waiting on the Lord.  I promise.  But at this point there are lots of thoughts running through my mind.

One was expectancy.  Silas is expecting those three to pull in the drive way at any moment.  And when one of them finally does, he runs to the other door to meet them. It's a show I promise.


I then found him doing this.  Y'all the dog is so talented.

I'm not much on waiting. On anything. I never have been.  I don't move slow.  Never have.
As I pondered all that was going on in my head I remembered what I read in my devotional.  "Start at the present moment-accepting things exactly as they are-and search for My way in the midst of those circumstances."  It is highlighted in that book and I couldn't figure out why.  Then it dawned on me that it was this time last year that I started feeling the nudge to leave my job.  The scripture that is referenced in that devotion was Proverbs 3:5-6 "Trust God from the bottom of your heart; don't try to figure out everything on your own.  Listen for God's voice in everything you do, everywhere you go: He's the one who will keep you on track."  (The Message)
When we trust Him from the bottom of our hearts and we don't try to figure everything out on our own, it's called waiting.

I was also reminded that it's been 22 years since God called my daddy home.  During those months of treatment and the days before he died the verse we clung to was Isaiah 40:31 "but they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles: they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint."

There's a lot to be said for the waiting.  Waiting is hard.  But it is something we all have to do at some point in time.

And now here I am.  It's Friday afternoon.  I finished all of the above last night.  But something wasn't right.  So I sat on it.  Until now.  I have just gotten a text from a dear friend.  This friend has got some trials going on in their life.  And they aren't just little speed bumps.  This friend is hanging on to their faith.  But mainly to our God.  They were just letting me know that they had something else added to their plate today, which they wanted me to add to the list of things I was praying for.  But this is the message that made me stop what I was doing and finish this up:  "But you know what...I am looking for God to do something BIG!  His blessings are always bigger than our trials right?"  My reply was: "YES! We just sometimes have to wait those trials out."  This friend had no idea I had this post typed. 

The conversation goes on & this reply comes back:  "Heck I don't care if it is big.  I just know when you get to the top of that mountain....you get the best view."  My reply was: "Yes!!! And it's a beautiful sight."  The reply was:  "Getting my binoculars!"  I said:  "You won't need them."  They say:  "ok but I am taking a tent, chair & firewood... I would like to camp out there for a bit." 

You see, the trials are often hard.  But the other side of them is beautiful.  It's in those trials we gain our strength.  Strength we didn't know we had or could have.  It's in those times we are drawn closer & stronger.  We have to wait them out.  And once we are on the other side, we can be like Silas and run!!!!


Thursday, January 15, 2015

Thursday's Thoughts on Fashion

What a morning!  Really, what a week.  I not sure how we got to Thursday so fast.  As I was brushing my teeth this morning I thought, "It's Thursday! I haven't even done a post!"  I had two of the three males out of the house when I sat down to get a post together.  When what do my ears hear?  The voice of the third male say, "MOOOMMM!"  I got up to investigate his tone only to find water in his bathroom closet.  So...dealing with a water leak wasn't on my to do list today.  I've gotten the rainbow out & sucked water.  The preacher has been home to investigate and now gone on a shopping spree for a water heater. 

With all that out of the way let's talk hats! I have fallen in love with the look of these hats.  I haven't found one yet that I could even try on.  So I really have no idea if I could wear one.  And even if I could, I don't know who would want to be seen with me wearing it.   Anyway...here's my picks.

 I just think they are so adorable and I would love to try to wear one. 

 Of course it would have to be in the right setting with the right outfit.

I don't know, there's just something about a hat that adds some interest.  But you know,  you don't see many women wearing hats around here.  Well, with the exception of a baseball cap, and then there's the sun visor.  Which right now, you don't really have a need for that.  I do pull out a big floppy hat in the summer for the pool and lake.  Other than that I just haven't found the nerve to buy one or wear one out in public.  But I do love the idea and look.




 I realize this one isn't a "hat" so to speak.  I just loved the look.  I'm not real sure of the correct name of these, I just refer to them as "beanies."  And I do wear them in the winter.  I am not ashamed at all.  I remember my grandmother crocheting toboggans when I was growing up and I hated to wear them.  Funny how things change.

Happy Thursday. 




Wednesday, January 14, 2015

I'm on the lookout for that word!

Remember way back on December 31 I had the post about the one word for 2015?  Remember what my word was?  HAPPY.  I talked about how a blogger had commented on how God has used her one word.  It wasn't something she was deliberate about.  But He was.  Well we are approaching the halfway mark of January and I can't tell you how many times I've seen this word.  And every time I see it, I'm reminded to be just that.  Some time during that first week of January we were in Lowe's and the song Happy was playing.  You know the one by Pharell Williams?  I had it on my mind to change my ring tone to that, but just hadn't gotten around to it.  But I kept hearing that song so I finally did.  And there have been several more instances where the word has come up.  But today...Mom had a doc appointment.  As she said we take the lemons and make lemonade.   As we were walking out of the store I spotted this.

It caught my attention to say the least.  I debated a while.  Wondered what I could wear with it.  I even told mom I could hear the comments now.  Something along the lines of a jailbreak.  It was the letters across the top that attracted me.  A reminder.  I talked myself into getting it.  Without trying it on.  Sad to say it will have to go back to the store. I can't do horizontal stripes well and this made me look & feel like the assumed comments. (ha!)  So I'm wondering, did you choose a word?  If so, how often are you seeing it?  Feeling it?  Doing it?  Again though, it isn't so much as what you do, as it is what He does.  That word will come up more than you think it will.  Maybe you haven't seen much or felt much of you word yet.  Let me ask this, how committed were you when you chose your word?  Be on the lookout!!!

Monday, January 12, 2015

Sunday Reflections

Here it is Monday night and I still haven't got this post posted!  The computer, Internet, & my brain weren't communicating very well last night.  And it has taken me all day today to process the last three days.  So with out further ado.....

It has taken every bit of fifteen minutes just to get this first sentence typed.  That tells me that Satan doesn't want me to reflect on this day.  I just really have no words to describe our service this morning.  It started with our lesson as always.  Those ladies in that class have no idea how much they mean to me.  I explained to them that Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde was with them which wasn't far from the truth.  I love the fact that I can get behind that door and still be me.  I don't have to pretend.  We can share secrets, heartaches, concerns or just frustrations and it all stays right there.  We laughed til we cried this morning, and once we got started in the service we cried some more.  But not from laughing.  Mainly because of the sweet presence that swept through that room. 

When D got in the pulpit he explained that what was about to happen was rare and not anything that he had experienced or done in our time there.  For the first time God hadn't given him a message.  But he had given him a vision if you will.  When two or three are gathered, He is in the midst.  We had more than three and He was surely in the midst. 

Once church was over I had the privilege of attending a bridal show with the future daughter in law,  her mom & sister.  We laughed and got some good ideas.  I ordered supper for my bucnch, had some conversations over the Mexican food & laughed really hard.  As I was emptying the dishwasher & winding down from the day (headache & all) I could hear laughter from both upstairs & down.  I could hear girls giggling & boys laughing.  I couldn't help but thank my Father for all the blessings.  Not just of today, but yesterday & tomorrow.  He is so good & so worthy.  

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Thursday's Thoughts on Fashion

As always on January 1 or maybe before, there is usually a segment on some morning news show about the upcoming fashion for the new year.  This year was no different.  One morning last week there was such a segment.  Most often they are geared more toward the "red carpet" (which doesn't apply to me).  But this year the fashion guru said something that caught my attention.  Denim on denim.  They then proceeded to show a picture from 2001 of Brittney Spears & Justin Timberlake when they were dressed from head to toe in denim...

The guru goes on to say that denim on denim will be just fine as long as it doesn't "match".  In other words combine them  dark with light.  You get the idea...

So here's some of my picks.


 All of these are doable with things you probably have in your closet. 


 Add a blazer to "dress" it up a bit.






So there ya have it!  Happy 2015. 

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

To my future daughter in law

 I've thought about these words for a while. Who they would be for and when to let you see them.   I think it may be time.  

To my future daughter in law,  you will never understand this feeling until you, yourself become a mother.  I understand that it is different when you have a daughter.  I don't.  I have two boys, and you will one day marry one of them.  I had never known love like this until the reality of actually having another living, breathing creature living inside my body set in.   I had never felt the need to care for something so much.  I had never felt the excitement that I felt in those nine months.  Even in loving their father, loving the little boy, your future husband, was different.

I remember just about every detail of the pregnancy. I remember every detail of the day he was born.  I remember how I felt when they handed him to me for the first time & I saw his little face.  He was perfect.  He was mine. I remember how he felt wrapped up in the hospital blanket.  I remember how nervous I was when we loaded up in the car to bring him home.  I missed him being a part of me for a while after he was born.  I knew he was safe there inside of me.  I knew I could take care of him there.  You see, I wanted to be there for every moment, every first experience he had. I was the one who got up with him at night.  When he cried I wanted to be there.  When he hurt himself and needed band aides, I wanted to be there.  I busied myself  taking countless pictures of him as he grew.  Both with a camera and in my mind. I didn't want to miss a moment.

You know, I was the first woman he ever loved.  I was the first woman he ever kissed.  I was the first woman that he ever said "I love you" to.  I was the first woman that he saw when he went to sleep and the first when he woke up.  I was the first woman that ever cooked for him or washed his clothes.  I was the first woman who ever loved him for who he was.  I was also the first woman to ever hurt him.  I was  the first woman that he told his secrets to.  I was the first woman to hear his heart beat.  I was the first woman to ever see him cry.

I'm not saying all of this to be mean or to hurt your feelings, in fact, it's right the opposite. I'm saying all of this so maybe you will understand what a gift you are getting.  And, also maybe help myself  let him go. 

I taught a Sunday School lesson a few of weeks ago about learning to yield.  I feel I am knee deep in that now.  I am learning to yield my mothering. This little boy is a  young man now.  He don't need me as much.  It is you he will need.  He will leave me and cleave to you.  It's the way it was intended.  He won't call me when the air goes out in his home.  He won't call me when something happens to the car.  He won't call me when the babies come along and are sick.  All of this, I know, is the way God intended for it to be.  But it doesn't change the fact that He gave him to me to prepare for you.  I hope I have done alright.  I have spoiled him as best I could.  And truth be told, it is his father who has taught him how to love the woman he will marry.  He is the one who has really taught him how to treat you well.  And I will say he's done an outstanding job. 

Future daughter in law of mine, I want you to also know that you have been prayed for all his life.  When I was rocking him, I was praying for you.  I knew the day would come and he wouldn't need me.  So I prayed that God would send him a good Christian girl that would love him as much as I did.  A girl that would want to cook for him.  To wash his clothes.  A girl he could tell his secrets to.  A girl that would listen to his heart beat when she hugged him or put her head on his chest. 
I know there's not a wedding date in sight for now.  But there will come a day when you are the only woman in his life.  And by now, you may already be.  Just know this,  my sweet future daughter in law, if you see me just staring at him a little longer than I should, I am remembering back to a time long gone.  I may be in the delivery room, or in his nursery watching him sleep.  I may be on a ball field, a ball court, or even sitting in the sand watching him play in the gulf.  Because in my mind, he's still my little baby boy.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Sunday Reflections

Well Merle, we made it through December!! 
Now the hard part is getting back in to the routine.  Yuck!  I've thought about Elvis' song, "Why can't everyday be like Christmas?", but then again, Christmas day actually wears me out.  Today one will go back to school, which will allow Silas & myself to find our routine again.  

While the future daughter in law & I were shopping, I came across this little journal.  (my theory in Christmas shopping is this...One for me, one for you.  It works quite well.)  Days have gone by.  I've carried this little book all over the house when doing my devotionals or reading.  I had thought I would jot some thoughts down but I would open the pages and there was nothing.  I just kept thinking that the pages are just too cute/pretty to mess up.
 As the end to 2014 drew nearer and my thoughts got a little more centered (it's ok if you want to laugh), it all began to become clear.  My word for 2015 and what I needed this journal for.  Honestly, I can't really put into words how I am going to use this journal other than I'm going to let God guide and write.  I've always had a journal of sorts.  Mainly to just help me focus on my prayer time.  To keep me from getting so distracted.  I'm not good at sitting still.   Anyway, as I scrolled through instagram Saturday a friend of mine had a quote on there. "Why try so hard to fit in when you were called to be set apart."  Now let me back you up to December 31, there was a line in the "Jesus Calling" devotional that said we were set apart for sacred use.   Yesterday D's message was centered around letting our light shine in this new year.  Now look at the quote on this journal....

Get the idea??? I do.  I may be in my own little corner, doing my own little thing. I've been set apart for sacred use. I wasn't made to fit in. Neither were you.  I do have a little light & so do you.   Even if God is the only one to see my little light, I'm gonna do my best to let it shine for Him.  And I have a feeling that in doing that, I will be "Happy".
Happy Monday y'all!