"Mich"

Kayla's Garden...it makes me smile...

2012-02-20T17:45:00.006-06:00

I have said before on numerous occasions that I have a black thumb. My Granny had a garden full of beautiful roses when I was younger. I can still smell the garden if I close my eyes and think of her. My Grandpa and her also had a BIG garden full of the yummiest fresh veggies. My Nanny loved green plants and had them all over her house and back patio. My mom always has a yard full of seasonal flowers and a house full of thriving beautiful green plants. My in-laws also always have a big garden and flower beds lining the house. And then there is me.

I can't grow a thing. I am the black thumb of the family.

I either water too much...or not enough. I can't ever seem to get it right. My hubby and I tried the garden thing one time. I ended up with a few tomatoes, but not enough to say we were successful at gardening. Through the years I have gained house plants, for many different reasons...gifts, hospital stays, family funerals...I have killed all but one.

My only success story, if you can call it that, is what I call "My Granny Plant." I got it in January of 1994, when my Granny passed away. How it has survived all these years through babies, pets, moves and ME, I will never know. She is frail, but she doesn't die. She is a fighter.

Enter my daughter and her latest passion.

PLANTS.

SHE LOVES THEM!!!

She names them, talks to them, buys special little glass bulbs so they will get just enough water, sets them in the sunlight and lovingly takes care of them all. For Valentines, I bought her a mini rose potted plant and another little plant and you would have thought I had handed her the moon. She talks about when the weather warms up and makes up it's mind what it wants to do, that she wants to transform my front porch and yard into her garden showcase.

ME?

I am just sitting back and letting her do all the work, while all of a sudden I am surrounded by greenery. She even gave "Granny Plant" a new pot and soil and is loving the old lady.

It all makes me smile...

"Granny Plant"

A polka dot plant that we call "Dot."

Kayla and her Grandma picked her out. Kay loves her pink leaves.

"Zehavi" is Hebrew for light. Kayla said the real name of the plant means light as well.

And the other plant is "Rain drop" for the design on the leaves.

"Arabella" or "Bella" for short. It is Dutch for beautiful. These little red roses were her Valentine's day gift.

Of course she is already saving for more...

When I think of Kayla's little potted garden, and all the love she gives each plant, it reminds me of how loving my Heavenly Father is. He too, calls me by name, provides daily what I need to grow and watches me with hopeful eyes to see if I bloom where He has planted me.

And that makes me smile...

Cheating...REALLY?!!!

2012-02-07T22:09:00.003-06:00

My hubby got a phone call from Jordan's teacher today. She was having serious questions over whether he cheated on an assignment. He didn't. Not just because I know in my mommy heart that he didn't, but rather we actually saw him do the assignment.

It was like this. He had to read a newspaper article, then write a summary and answer questions about it. We didn't have a paper, so he called his grandma and I went and picked up a stack of papers from her. He chose an article out of the sports section, imagine that. He asked his dad questions about the article. He proceeded to write. Only he forgot one thing... the article. He forgot to take the article to class.

No big deal, right? WRONG!

You see, another boy chose the exact, same article. Since Jordan didn't turn in an article, she thought it was suspicious that Jordan had the exact same article as the other boy. It created doubt in her mind, I get that, BUT here are the FACTS in my son's favor...

1. My husband could tell her the exact article that he read and summarized on the phone and that we saw him do his homework.

2. His summary and the other boy's were NOTHING alike. She at least believes he didn't copy word for word.

3. The other boy was questioned and had NO idea what the teacher was talking about.

4. Jordan was questioned, was calm because he was telling the truth and also told her that he had no idea what article his friend had written about.

5. Another friend heard the conversation between Jordan and the teacher and went and told the teacher that Jordan wouldn't cheat. Also he saw Jordan take it out of his binder, because Jordan asked him to turn it in for him, since he was walking up to turn his own in.

6. It would not be unheard of for two 13 year old boys who LOVE football to both read and write on an article concerning Manning and the Superbowl, now would it?

7. My son has a 100% in her class right now. Why would he have to cheat?

8. I'm not saying kids don't copy off each other from time to time, but why would he start today, when we went to all the trouble of getting articles for him.

9. She said that she believes now that he didn't copy, but that he just used the other boy's article. Hmmm...even if that was true, which it isn't because we have the article cutout to prove it, would it be so bad if he did his own work? Could just count off points for not having article, right?

10. He has no prior record of cheating or misbehavior at school.

Unfortunately, all those reasons were not good enough for her. OK, so he is no longer being called "cheating," he still has to redo the assignment. Instead of just taking off points for not having the article or letting my hubby take the article to her, Jordan had to find a new article and summarize it. Only he still gets 10 points counted off for not having the article today in class.

Fair? Hardly.

BUT, there is a positive here. My son learned a valuable lesson in what could happen if he really were to cheat and get caught. He learned that his parents are there for him to help and he learned that he has some pretty good friends who stood up for him when needed.

And we are just thankful he doesn't have a "0," even if 10 points will be deducted off his paper.

Life sometimes isn't fair. Sometimes the bad guy gets away and sometimes the innocent are accused. And sometimes life is just plain chaotic.

And sometimes the mommy heart just hurts because the we can't stand it when our babies are under attack. Sometimes it is so hard to be a mom...

"My strength comes from the Lord..."

A picture and a "THANK YOU!!!"...

2012-02-01T11:09:00.002-06:00

Saturday was Kayla's All Region concert. Two days of practice and a lot of running around for mom on Saturday, but so worth it. I am in awe of how talented kids are today. She was in the first band and was fourth chair on flutes. She was overwhelmed that people stood for them at the end. They did a really good job and we were really proud of our girl.

Way to go Kayla!!!

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For those who prayed for the test my mother-in-law had done Monday, THANK YOU! They came back clear. God is good.

Please Pray...

2012-01-30T06:33:00.002-06:00

My hubby and his mom are in the BIG city of Little Rock today. They went up last night. This morning my mom-in-law is having another biopsy done. She found another lump in her breast the other day. If the results come back positive for cancer, this will be her THIRD round of this. It is hard not to ask God "WHY?" in these situations, but I continue to have hope and I know He holds her tightly in His hands.

Please pray for her.

Please pray for my father-in-law who has cancer and is fighting off the crud this week.

Please pray for my hubby as he takes care of his mom this morning... and for strength to take care of both his parents in the days ahead.

Please pray for our family that we will continue to keep the faith and depend on God's strength at all times. He is GOOD all the time. I have to believe that with all my heart no matter what the tests results show or what sicknesses pop up in the future.

Thanks...

Have you ever...?

2012-01-26T16:16:00.002-06:00

Have you ever had a time in your life when you feel like crud (allergies gone haywire) and you want to just sit down and have a good cry because Satan KNOWS what your Achilles heel is and how to make you feel even worse about yourself on top of feeling bad and all of a sudden you feel over worked, under appreciated, ugly, fat, out of shape, tired, rundown, selfish, left out, unloved, frustrated at life, acting like a crazy women, throwing all you really know, believe in and hope to be true out the window?!!!

Yep! I have had one of those kind of weeks. When I get sick and tired, I get tired and sick in the head and Satan knows what punches to throw and when...and the sad part it I will just take it until I feel beaten.

But then something will happen. A glimpse of something beautiful. A hug from the Lord himself and all of a sudden my heart feels blessed. All of a sudden it doesn't matter that I am not a size 6, with a flat tummy anymore. It doesn't matter that I am underpaid (well it does, but for the sake of this post, go with me there...). It doesn't matter that I suffered a few kicks this week, because all of a sudden I will look up while on the computer and find this:

Without a word from me, last week my daughter put this where she knew I would find it. I was thankful then, but TODAY when I saw it still taped to my computer, I knew God had whispered in her ear, because He KNEW I would need that message this week. It was His way of saying, your family loves you and I love you even more than that.

Yes, I still feel like crud physically, but mentally and spiritually there is a bounce in my heart's step and a peace that comes with knowing and believing in the grace given to me by the Father God himself. And if that wasn't enough, here is my devotional verse of the week;

"Don't panic. I'm with you. There is no need to fear, for I'm your God. I'll give you strength. I'll help you. I'll hold you steady, keeping a firm grip on you." Isaiah 41:10 (The Message)

How can anyone not believe there is a God?

A gift for Poohpa...

2012-01-17T16:52:00.000-06:00

My dad is a very creative and artistic man. My kids are pretty talented themselves. They are always looking for ways to show off what they can do, and get their Poohpa's approval. Last summer, while I was at youth camp, my son stayed the week with my parents. To help keep Jordan entertained, my dad did some art projects with him. One of those projects was wood burning.

Fast forward to Christmas. Jor wanted to make something for his grandfather. On his own he grabbed a piece of scrap wood and then went to work. The final project was AWESOME.

And my dad was so proud.

"As the deer is thirsty for water, I am thirsty for you Lord."

The Fairy Tale...is it really about the dress?

2012-01-14T13:51:00.005-06:00

My daughter is like most girls...she has a dream, a big dream. She longs to find that "perfect" guy one day, her Prince Charming. The reality check is that the dream is fading faster and faster these days as divorce, premarital sex and adultery are becoming more and more common in every one's world. Even what the world considers the "perfect" family will sometimes be torn apart. My daughter has not been naive to this fact, while watching friends and families dealing with broken relationships all around her. My kiddos wouldn't be normal if they didn't even wonder once in a while if everything is OK with my hubby and I. In other words "trust" in people these days has fallen by the wayside. Even our favorite and closest friends and family have a way of letting us down. Nothing is without a risk. Nothing is sure proof or forever. Nothing...

EXCEPT Jesus Christ, himself, the true Bridegroom.

So, my job as a mom, is not just relishing the dream with my baby girl, of finding that "special guy," but rather finding the guy God has planned for her. Can I promise her a "happily ever after?" No. But I can attempt to show her daily, by example how to love Christ. I can try my hardest every day to put the Ultimate Bridegroom in my life first and then second show her how to be a devoted and a loving wife, to my earthly husband, her daddy. There will be days I fail miserably, but in that there is a lesson to be taught too, on how to give and receive forgiveness. I can teach her that no matter what ups and downs come her way in this world, that there is a "happily ever after" in following her Savior.

Why did I bring this up now? Why today?

Because it has been on my heart and mind a lot lately. Friends and family struggling to keep their families together, while I try my hardest to not let the busyness of my world disrupt my own family life. Struggling to find the "joy" in the mundane work of a "working mom;" keeping the bills paid, laundry washed and the kitchen stocked, while putting in a full days work and keeping up with kid and church activities. It can get CRAZY!!! I have to remind myself daily how BLESSED I am. I do have kids that I adore and a husband who adores me. Even greater, is that I have a Heavenly Father who loves me warts and all.

BUT,

that is not the only reason this has been on my mind...

The other day, my daughter and I were watching that CRAZY show "Yes to the Dress." I am glued while saddened that these ladies think that their wedding is ruined if they don't have a perfect dress. A dress that cost as much as a car, thank you very much!!! I want to say, "Ladies, it won't matter. You will hardly remember anything about your wedding. It is the years afterward that really count."

When I got married, my parents didn't have much money to pull off a wedding. I didn't have much money either. My wedding was small. I like to call it "handmade," because EVERYTHING was made by family except the invitations and the cake. My dress was made by my future mother-in-law and didn't cost 500.00, much less thousands.

So, the other day, while watching the show, my daughter asked me if I still had the dress. "Yes." She immediately went in search of it and had to try it on. I wasn't sure if it would fit, for I was a little smaller than her when I got married. (She also has a bigger chest than I had before I started having babies. :) ) But we managed to get it zipped up.

I WANTED TO CRY!

It is still hard for me to believe my baby girl is 15. It is hard to believe that one day her "Prince" will come. I don't want to think about her getting her heart broken as she searches for her special guy. I don't want to think about her leaving me. But I know that one day it will happen.

So, I took a picture. I took a picture so that I would remember to not only pray for what her day holds today, but rather what her dreams hold for tomorrow. I am praying for that Prince whoever he may be, that he will be deserving of my little gal, not that any one guy could. :) I am praying that they both are trying their hardest to know God and grow, now. I pray for my heart that when the day comes, I will be able to let go and let my baby girl let her dreams come true. I pray that she always knows who her TRUE Prince Charming really is.

Kayla wrote a poem for a project last year. The project was a scrapbook of where she sees herself in 10 years. Among the education, job, nice house, she had a wedding page and on it was this poem she wrote...

An Everlasting Relationship

There's almost nothing more happier than a wedding occasion,

Where everyone comes for this marvelous celebration.

The bride is primed and prepared in her beautiful white dress,

while bridesmaids apply makeup to look their best.

The bridesmaids hold their flowers and steadily walk down the aisle

Then the bride with her head held high, walks down with a slow steady style.

Everyone stands admiring her beauty and charm

Then she turns and see her father crying, while on her arm.

As they reach the alter she sees her fiance with a smile on his face

She turns and meets her father with a warm embrace.

The couple holds hands and exchanges the rings,

As he looks at her, her heart flutters and sings.

They both proudly say "I do,"

For their love is beautiful and true.

As their lips meet, they become one in one

And everlasting bond that cannot be undone.

This is my wish, oh how I long to be..

In an everlasting relationship with someone that 's close to me.

Kayla

Yeah, you can't tell me after reading that, that my gal doesn't believe in "happily ever after."

But then, I do too.

Thank you, Lord for being my Prince.

Thank you for sending my hubby, my way to take care of me here on earth.

I am blessed.

My Family...

2012-01-12T16:01:00.015-06:00

I got to go "home" for Christmas this year. Yeah, I know I have been married to my hubby for almost 19 years now, but there is just something still so special about going to my parent's house. Rolling my eyes at my dad's jokes, eating my mom's cookin', laughing with my sister, hugging on my nephews while they wipe my slobber off...I LOVE IT. We are all so close, yet live apart and have such busy lives, that when we do get together it is special. It is like I never left. My kiddos and hubby also love getting away to Grammy's house.

Christmas day, after morning service, we took a few family photos. I LOVE these people!!!

My son and my other child...Baby Girl.

My hubby and his baby girl.

My precious family...so THANKFUL.

My beautiful "baby doll."

My beautiful sister and her three little monsters who I ADORE.

(Please keep these precious people in your prayers. They have had a tough year. Although I am not at liberty to explain, the big sis in me feels helpless sometimes, but I can ask for prayer.

God answers them and has already in so many little ways. God is good. I know He has my family in His hands at all times.)

My Aunt Jo and cousin Rich.

Taking their picture and getting them to smile is as hard as taking the kid's pictures.

Love these crazy two.

The Grandchildren.

The two kids out of the bunch who will let you take their picture...aren't they cute?!

My parents. LOVE them. Blessed to have them.

Grammy and Poohpa with their bunch.

My family.

God is good.

The Big Shindig...

2012-01-10T11:34:00.012-06:00

My father-in-law turned 80 on December the 16th. After a roller coaster year of cancer treatments, we wanted to celebrate this year. We decided to have a "SURPRISE" party. I don't know how, but we managed to pull it off, without him having a clue.

Between 30-40 of his favorite people, friends and family gathered to visit, love on him and eat cake. Here are a few snapshots taken at the party...

My father-in-law loves God, his family and the great outdoors...in other words I married into a hunting family. I decorated the table with deer horns, camo and family photos.

The cake also had a hunting scene on it. I didn't make him blow out any candles. :)

It was a surprise party, but in the end he surprised us too. He came in the wrong door and snuck in behind us. It was too funny.

Family photo.

"Papa" with his grand kids.

With Jordan and Kayla.

Kayla and her cousin Claire.

My mother and father-in-law. Aren't they cute?

When I married my hubby, God blessed me with another dad. I love this man more than words can express. The things he has done for me...I could never thank him enough. I am blessed. I am so thankful that he is feeling good these days. Prayer does work. God is so very good.

Take the time to celebrate someone you love today. You in return will receive the bigger blessing.

Where have I been?!!! Let me just tell you...

2012-01-06T16:26:00.013-06:00

We had a SURPRISE party for my father-in-law who turned 80 on December 16th.

Opened presents early, the weekend before Christmas, with my hubby's side of the family, since we wouldn't be together the next weekend.

(Kayla and her cousin Claire with their stockings...)

Went to see my beautiful family in north Arkansas, Christmas weekend.

(My mom, dad, sister, 3 nephews are pictured here with me and the kids.)

I bought my dad a puzzle for us all to work while we were there.

(He Likes John Wayne, so I thought this puzzle would be fun...IT WAS HARD!!! As you can see, we were up for the challenge, though.)

We DESTROYED some pretty packages on Christmas Eve. :)

(But I LOVED everything I received in those pretty packages!!! Thanks everyone!!!)

ATE A LOT of food the whole month of December. The week of Christmas was horrible for the scales, but oh so yummy for the tummy!!! :)

(Since Christmas was on Sunday this year, we went to Christmas service, came home for a lunch of sandwiches and finger foods and had our BIG Christmas meal that night.)

Monday after Christmas, the kiddos, my dad and hubby all decorated gingerbread houses.

(You can tell Jordan was really excited.)

We spent a lot of time in PJ's...that is ALWAYS fun!

(Here all us girls modeled our new Christmas pajamas.)

We watched Anne Shirley from her orphaned childhood till she settled down with her Gilbert in all three of the Anne mini series.

(They are a family favorite. I LOVE some Anne!!!)

On Tuesday we went to the Sight and Sound theater in Branson and watched "The Christmas Miracle," which is the story of the Nativity. IT was AWESOME!!!

(If you ever have a chance to go to a Sight and Sound theater, you will not be disappointed. We saw "Noah" two years ago and it was great too.)

And then we came home.

I was excited to hop on my little computer and share all my pictures and holiday stories with everyone and then I discover that my phone line is DEAD.

That means in my house, no computer, no netflix and no facebook or blogging for me unless I want to on the tiny screen of my blackberry. I was NOT a happy camper!!! :(

But maybe it was good. Instead of being on the computer, I finished my holiday from work, by cleaning out closets and catching up on laundry. And then today, the phone line was fixed. Gotta love that AT&T repair man whoever he is.

So there is a summary of what I have been up to the last few weeks. I will probably show a few more Christmas pics through the next week, but thought I would try to put it all neatly in one post, so not to bore you to death. :)

Hope you all had a beautiful Christmas. I really did. It was full of family, fun, lots of hugs and laughter and blessings from the Lord.

I pray that the New Year holds so much promise for us all!

Happy New Year, friends!!!

(Even if I am a few days late. :) )

Holiday at the Park?!!!

2011-12-21T22:24:00.008-06:00

My hubby and a good friend from church, who happens to be a music teacher who is currently being a stay at home mom, put together a youth choir. It is something that was needed, something that had been missing from our church for a while. We have been running about 30 plus kids.

To reward the kiddos for their hard work this semester, Kevin signed them up to sing at Holiday at the Park, at Six Flags. Since not all the boys could go, due to ball games, Kevin and our music minister sang with the group. They went on a one night trip to Texas, where they sang and then got to play at the park for four hours. They had a great time.

Could you pick out my three? Wish I could have gone, but I had to work. I am so thankful they had a great time and for the moms who took pictures for me.

Hope you are having a beautiful week preparing for the big BIRTHDAY!!!

Blessings...

It is Starting to Look a Little Like Christmas...

2011-12-12T17:46:00.011-06:00

I have all but a couple of gifts bought, wrapped and under the tree. It is easier to do that when your children are older and you don't have to worry about "Santa." It is more about storage, which I have hardly none, so things get wrapped fast around here. It is a good feeling to know I am a hair away from being done.

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I put my tree up Thanksgiving weekend. It took me another week to get all the storage boxes put away...good grief.

My main tree is full of angels, nativities, seasonal words and symbols of Christ. I LOVE it. Sometimes I just sit and watch the lights shimmer. It is simple, but that is how I felt this year. Simplicity was the key for me this year during a very busy and crazy time. I never even found something for the top of the tree. I thought about different things, but nothing seemed right, and I didn't want to spend the money. However, the more I look at it, the bare top has grown on me.

Sometimes I wish I could keep it up year around...so peaceful. But then it wouldn't be as special, would it?

My "Santa tree" is in my dining room. It holds all the santas, snowmen, Hallmark ornaments and handmade ornaments that the kiddos have collected through the years.

My snowman collection. It wouldn't bee holiday decorating without them. I love each one, and the special people that gave them to me.

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I was LATE getting my picture for my Christmas card this year. Too busy, rainy days and kids not working with me, that I was "stressing" about a picture. Finally, the night of the band Christmas concert, I got them both to agree to pose for their CRAZY mom and her camera. Simple, right? It was worse than taking pictures of toddlers. One would smile, the other wouldn't, or they would get goofy, and mom was serious. That is NEVER a fun moment. In the end, I didn't get the DREAM shot, that I can frame for the grandmas, but a few worthy enough for a Christmas card, I guess. I took plenty trying, though.

Some with Santa hats...

There were some with hugs...

There were some with the dog...

After umpteen BILLION shots, this is the one I finally ended up putting on a card, only I did it in black and white. Or it might have been one similar. Who knows, I took so many. :)

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Move over Betty Crocker, I got my baking on. Last night I made Christmas cookies to give to my coworkers for the holidays. I made four different kinds of Oreo balls, easy but very yummy. I made peppermint bark. I made fudge. I also made these cute little guys...

I put a sampling of all I made in little gift boxes and gave them out today. Yummy for the tummy! They were received with smiles.

Christmas is just around the corner. It is so hard to believe it is almost here.

Praying you all have a safe and happy couple of weeks preparing for the holiday.

May you have peace...

After all, it will be the Prince of Peace's birthday real soon.

If you want stress...sign your child up for BAND!!!

2011-12-05T11:38:00.004-06:00

My daughter decided to play the flute in 6Th grade. She is pretty good. She has managed to stay in the top three chairs in junior high and now is 6Th chair out of the high school band. Not too shabby.

Yeah, we are pretty proud of her. Her dad was a band geek and she is on her way to following in his footsteps. (only he played the trumpet.)

However, sometimes it is hard and stressful to be good at your craft. There are tears over missed notes, frustration over marching band, pressure from your peers and the band directors and stress over competitions.

All-Region.

If you were in band then you have a good idea what I am talking about. If you were not, well it is a competition between schools and the kids are ranked. Those that qualify get to play in a big concert later in the school year. It is the best of the best. It is a BIG deal!

Last year, my daughter "spazzed" out, as she would say and didn't do well at all. So, this year the nerves were running crazy. Tears, frustration, moments of "I HATE THE FLUTE!!!" and a roller coaster attitude that went from a calmness to full blown panic attack. She felt the pressure.

What is a mom to do?

We went over scripture. We hashed out the situation. We had many a pep talk. We prayed.

I put her on the bus Saturday morning, ready for the ordeal to be over. I prayed some more. I even cried a little over worry for her. And then I got the text that afternoon...

"I got first band 4 flute :) :) :) :) oh my gosh i am so happy but yet nervous at da same time. it was so good :) to kno he (God) was wit me."

Excuse the grammar...kids and their texts!!! She really does have an "A" in English. But I had to share.

Basically what that means, is out of 120 flutes, my baby came in 4Th. We are so proud!

And she is learning a valuable lesson early...God is with us in EVERYTHING.

God is good.

My Blessings...

2011-11-24T21:24:00.010-06:00

Hope you had a beautiful Thanksgiving.

I did.

Trying hard to be thankful...

2011-11-23T11:10:00.002-06:00

First of all, I am thankful. I came from a beautiful, close family who raised me to know the Lord on a personal level. I married into a beautiful family who loves me. I now have my own beautiful family that humbles me everyday, with their love. I am blessed. And I know it.

BUT...

that doesn't mean bad things don't happen to blessed people. We live in a CRAZY, Ugly world FULL of SIN. Bad things will happen. Sometimes my prayers are not always answered the way I want them to be answered either. God ALWAYS answers prayers. God DOES NOT create bad things to happen to me, but sometimes HE allows them. His ways are so much greater than mine, that my little brain sometimes can not begin to comprehend the "Whys" of this world.

I can, however, look back and take a walk down memory lane and realize after the fact, the BIGGER picture, the blessings that sometimes came from pain. I can see how I grew, what contributed in making me the person I am now, or how I grew closer to my Jesus through it all. I may never understand why my baby brother died when I was five. I may not get why I had to be the one to have scoliosis as a child and wear a back brace. It seems unfair that I had to lose three grandparents in one year. I will always ask what if I hadn't miscarried that one little soul before I even got use to the fact that I would be a mom again. I will sit in angry confusion as a friend, a fellow minister's wife dies too young, leaving behind a sweet young family. I will feel helpless as cancer is allowed to attack the bodies of both my husband's parents at the same time. I will still cry as my sister's heart hurts right now and needs love and prayers. I will still weep as as my husband loses a dear aunt, one week before Thanksgiving.

Someone told me at work one time, that I had the "perfect" life. She said I had "no problems." No one has a perfect life. Everyone has problems. It is how you deal with those problems that separates you from the world. It is about having HOPE.

It is about laying your troubles at the feet of the Lord, daily, no matter how little or big. It is about covering the people you love and care about daily in prayer. It is about knowing that trouble will come your way, sometimes it seems too often, but that you plead for strength from the Lord on an hourly basis. It is about knowing that God loves you.

So...

when the storms come, the tears flow and you feel like you have no more energy to face whatever lies ahead, be THANKFUL. Even when the bills stack up, the car breaks down, children get sick or work is hard, there is ALWAYS something to be thankful for. ALWAYS.

It has been a hard few months for my heart. There is a family issue (in my extended family) that has left me broken and sometimes angry. There has been death in my hubby's family. There has been busyness. There has been situations at work and church that hurt my feelings. Material things have broken down and caused stress. There has been sickness. The ugly of this world has been looming. Yet, I chose to put my faith in the God of peace. He gives me Hope, daily.

When I am trying hard to be thankful, HE IS THERE. And that, in its self is enough to rejoice over.

Happy Thanksgiving friends! I pray you have the blessing of hope today.

One Last Picture...

2011-11-19T17:07:00.004-06:00

The first part of October, Kevin and I went to a small family reunion at the park. It was his dad's side of the family. Every year they get together for an afternoon of visiting and food. I took my camera. My father-in-law had requested that I take pictures, so I was ready to face the small crowd of "I hate my picture taken" family rebels.

First click was Kev's Aunt Marsha. Now, I have to tell a little history here... Aunt Marsha is QUEEN of not wanting her picture taken. She will turn her head, stick out her tongue, put her hands in front of her face until you get tired of trying and move on. But that day was different. The first click was a smile. She looked straight at the camera and smiled. I even got a second picture of her with a cousin. Again she looked straight at the camera and smiled. I remember thinking "WOW!", but went on to hound all the other poor victims who had to put up with crazy camera lady that day.

Fast forward to this past Wednesday night. It was bonfire night for the youth group at church. We do it every year, the Wednesday before the week of Thanksgiving. I again was taking pictures. Of course the kiddos like to pose a little more than Kev's relatives. :) That night I was looking at the pictures I was taking and went forward too far. The first picture on the memory card was Aunt Marsha. I stopped for a moment and smiled. I then went back to the bonfire and teenagers, not giving that picture another thought...

UNTIL...

My phone rang Wednesday night late. It was my brother-in-law needing to speak to Kevin. His Aunt Marsha had passed away from a stroke. She was gone. He went on to the hospital to see his uncle and I laid in bed thinking about all that had happened. And then I remembered the picture. It would turn out to be the last picture taken of her, that I know of. She smiled for one last picture.

She couldn't have known at that moment, yet I have to think that maybe, just maybe the thought crossed her mind..."I think I will smile this time." Thank you, Lord for what I believe must have been a sweet whisper in her ear. Her family needed that one last picture.

Aunt Marsha, you will be missed.

Please pray for my hubby's family. Our day was spent graveside.

I Just Thought...

2011-11-13T20:36:00.006-06:00

That once I said goodbye to October that things would settle down.

I WAS WRONG.

Let me see...

In the month of October I had three nights of football games a week, one to two days of soccer every week, church every Wednesday and Sunday of course, plus the extra church activities. Two band competitions, one which I went to, the other just was a late night picking up. There were THREE birthdays, two of those came with parties, the other one just made me feel old. And of course there was work and school and...don't know if I had much time for anything else.

IT WAS CRAZY!!!

I did enjoy it. A mom always enjoys watching her kids go and do the things they love. I am kind of living through my kids too, for I was NOT athletic or very musical and truth be told, NOT an honor student. I had to work for every grade I got, and some of those grades weren't very good. But even though you enjoy the activities, the same ones over and over can wear you out at times. So, I thought when October passed and the sports and marching band came to an end that things would slow down.

NO. November has it's own crazy schedule.

Full of All Region Band tryout practice, hand bells at church, piano lessons, hunting schedules, final soccer games, and holiday plans.

LOVE Thanksgiving!!!

Talking about Thanksgiving...I may sound like I am whining over my schedule, but I am really not. Truth be told, I am tired and I just want a little sympathy from the other moms who are in the same boat, but who like me, WOULD NOT CHANGE A THING.

For although I am tired and ready for a little Thanksgiving break, I am so thankful that my family is happy and healthy and can go and do and spend time together.

I AM BLESSED.

As for the holidays... I AM READY!!!

LOVE THANKSGIVING AND CHRISTMAS!

In fact, I already have half my Christmas shopping done.

Doing a little happy dance right now!!!

May even put my tree up early, so I can enjoy the lights a little longer.

I may just close this post before I ramble any more. I will close with this picture...

My baby at her last football game of the season. Sadly we lost Friday night in the playoffs, but she was happy marching band was over for the year.

Now we just have concert band...

Hope you have a blessed week as you go about your own busy schedules.

Let the hunting begin...

2011-11-05T21:12:00.005-05:00

My family hunts. I don't hunt. I couldn't pull the trigger on Bambi or his family if I tried. I am the gal who cried when she ran over a squirrel one day. I am the gal who can't kill the mouse even though it had invaded my space.

I eat meat. Just don't want to know what happened to it before it reached the frying pan. Some things are better left alone. I don't like deer meat either. I don't even like the smell of it cooking.

BUT my family sure loves it. And daddy knows how to cook it.

Did I tell you my family hunts? Did you know we are smack dab in the middle of hunting season? It is good cause I get some "Mama time," bad because everything has to be planned around the hunting.

I may not be a hunter but I have trained my hubby right. He took pictures for me today with his phone, just so his picture obsessed wife could see how cute the kiddos look hunting. (Sadly nothing was shot today.) I may not be all about the hunting, but I have to admit my babies look cute in their orange. :)

Hope you have a great week!

Sleeping with the radio on...

2011-11-04T09:12:00.002-05:00

My family LOVES music. You will hear music flowing through our house any given time of the day. My hubby has taught his kids a love for music...all kinds (as long as it is clean and appropriate.) Being the Christian Student Minister that he is, he has told kids that for every style of music they love to listen to on the radio, he can find them a good, clean Christian version of the same style. And he can. Rap, country, pop, heavy metal, etc... he is up to the challenge.

I love that my kids have the ability to test their musical ears with various sounds and don't have to worry about the negative influence of the lyrics. After all, just because I can't stand "rap" doesn't mean my child doesn't like the beat. Thankful I have a hubby who has bridged that gap, so that now my daughter can listen to different styles while still harming mom's ears, doesn't harm her soul.

Yes, my hubs loves ALL styles of music. And his daughter takes after him. Mom here, well as hard rock as I got in high school was BonJovi and Journey if that tells you anything. (They are still my guilty pleasures if I am honest.) I am more just an easy listening pop kind of gal, like a little country and LOVE Christian praise.

My son? He is 13. You would think he would be jammin' to the latest hit, music blaring and in love with songs shouting profanity every 5 seconds. You would think...

BUT when it comes to music, he is an old soul, like his mom. He and I share a love for Chris Tomlin, David Barnes, and David Crowder. When dad has the car radio on a country station, he wants to switch it back to "klove."

His latest thing is sleeping with his ipod on all night. When we were kids we slept with the radio, but now he will hook his ipod up to his speakers and let the music flow. Every morning as I walk down the hall I am greeted with sweet melodies of praise. There is something so peaceful about that. There is something about it that calms my soul and prepares me for the day. Maybe my son is on to something...

I know his tastes might change as he gets older. I know that one day he might fall in love with the crazy music other teenagers his age listen to and we may even fight a time or two over it. But for now, I am thankful that he chooses to fill his head with sweet words lifting up the sweet name of Jesus. He ends his day with thoughts of praise and he wakes up the same way. That does a mommy's heart good.

Wrapping up October...

2011-10-30T19:18:00.012-05:00

October was CRAZY!!!

Jordan played football for the first time. Kayla turned 15. There were soccer games and piano lessons. Jordan played the trumpet with the 8th graders on Thursday nights, since he is in advanced 7th grade band. Kayla continued to march every Friday night with the high school band and had two band competitions this month. I turned 41. My son turned 13 today and we celebrated by volunteering at our church fall carnival tonight. It has been a month full of memories for sure.

We have been busy. Yes, I am tired, BUT I have enjoyed every minute of being there for my kiddos. I could have done without the turning 41 business a few days ago, but God and I have come a long way through the years, so if I was truly honest, I wouldn't change that either. God is good... and I am blessed.

I am in love with #32. (Even when the sun is in my eyes on the visitor side of the field.)

We celebrated Jordan's birthday Saturday night. Eight of his friends came to play. Nothing like a room full of 12 and 13 year old boys to test your patience level...just saying.

Friday night the band director let the band dress up in costumes. Kayla had several costumes, but most of them she couldn't march in, so we went with the old poodle skirt. It was cold that night, so she wore leggings. I wonder did they have leggings in the 50's? :)

Isn't she cute?! My mother-in-law made this skirt for her when she was in the 2nd or third grade and it still fits.

My trumpet boy.

Can you believe this young man turned 13 today? UGH!!!

I can't believe I turned 41 four days ago. Double UGH!!!

My two men. Love them.

Kayla and I ran the popcorn machine at the fall fest tonight.

Hope everyone has a safe and fun holiday tomorrow.

Shine bright for Jesus in this dark world.

Pumpkins...

2011-10-28T06:37:00.002-05:00

We finally had time to carve the pumpkins that have been sitting on my dining room table for the past two weeks.

Kayla's is the Minnie Mouse.

Jordan's is Spiderman.

Kevin's is the crazy eye.

It is a bit chilly today. Let Fall truly begin.

Have a Great weekend!

Birthday Cake...

2011-10-25T21:44:00.004-05:00

Tonight my hubby told me to go to my in-laws house after the band competition. I got there and was surprised with some great birthday gifts.

(It is kind a secret, but I turn the 41 tomorrow. YIKES!!!)

I got new bath towels (Thanks Jordan!), some computer software I am anxious to try (Thanks Kev!) and a new BIG crockpot which I can't wait to use (Thanks Grandma and Papa!). And then there was the cake, made by my favorite gal in the world!

Oh how I love this girl. She makes me smile! :)

We thought it was funny that her red ICEE mouth matched the cake. :)

Happy Birthday to me!

I am blessed.

Football Festival Week...

2011-10-20T22:41:00.013-05:00

Jordan is the one wearing the blue beanie on the back row. This picture was taken at their face painting party on blue and white day. It was 7:00a.m. in the morning. YIKES!!!

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It was football festival week at the middle school this week. Basically, it is their version of Homecoming week, without the Homecoming court. They just have a blast dressing up in costumes all week, painting signs, jeans and whatever else they can turn blue and play some football.

Jordan got in the spirit of things, all but one day. He dressed up like Spiderman on super hero day. Angry smurf on cartoon/movie character day. He painted jeans for blue & white day. And then he went and played some football and a little trumpet.

My blue eyed super hero.

La, la,la la la, la....

Kevin drew the football and helmet for the girls to paint at the sign party. He was super dad of the day. :)

My dinner every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday in the month of October. Yummy!!!

My favorite number this year. :)

My trumpet boy. He is actually getting pretty good at his instrument. He is taking after his dad in that area.

It has been a crazy, long week. Yet, I am trying hard to enjoy memories such as these, for I know the moments are going to fly by and one day, too soon, I will be missing them.

Oh My Aching Back!!!

2011-10-17T10:16:00.002-05:00

Saturday was just another day full of laundry and grocery shopping. My weeknights are so busy these days that it seems like I have to play catch up on Saturday. Yuck!

Only this Saturday, my body had a mind of it's own. About half way through the day, my back gave out. Plum gave out. Couldn't move without sharp pain. Couldn't move with out making funny noises to which my son thought was hilarious until he realized mom wasn't kidding around. (BOYS!!!) Not sure if it is a pinched nerve, muscle spasm or what. The tricky part is I have to be careful about what I take for it, since I am allergic to aspirin and all sister related drugs. FUN!

I didn't make it to church yesterday and I stayed home from work today to rest. I am better, Praise the Lord! I can move now which is a plus. I just wear out real easy and certain movements still cause pain, but I will probably get to go back to work tomorrow.

But this weekend has been full of blessings despite my painful state. I think sometimes God allows our bodies to shut down for a little while so we will "BE STILL" and know who God is. Somehow the everyday problems don't seem half as stressful, after rest and quiet time or BIG TIME pain. :)

I had time to talk to my parents on the phone. I got to nap and sleep in, things I usually never have time to do anymore. I received TLC from the hubby and kids. I was blessed beyond words (I will share later) and I was shown over and over that when you trust, God is faithful.

So, although my back was a achin', God was a blessin'. That makes it a pretty good weekend.

Have a great week!

It is a PARTY!!!

2011-10-08T13:54:00.023-05:00

We celebrated Kayla's 15Th birthday with a "Cake Boss" theme. My mother-in-law graciously baked a small cake for each guest. I provided icing, fondant, M&M's and lots of decorating tools to help Kayla and her pals display their creative "sweet" side. They had a BLAST!!!

Kayla made her sign that hung on the wall. We had the party in our youth room at church. I bought cheap plastic tablecloths to cut down on the mess. Kayla's FAVORITE colors are purple and green.

I made everyone wear these goofy baker's hats for fun picture moments... including her "oh so cool" brother. :)

Here are a few samples of the cakes made by her friends...

This one was CUTE. Her friend Zach made cars our of fondant.

Chloe made an M&M cake.

They voted on the cakes and this "star" cake was the winner.

Cute little ocean scene made by friend Courtney.

Jordan was allowed to invite a friend who is the brother of one of Kayla's friends. His creation kind of scared me just a little...

Another pal created this pink and green starred cake.

Kayla's cake was suppose to be our dog's head on top, I think, but I think she gave it horns instead of ears. :)

Jordan's cake looked like something our of a Dr. Seuss book.

Daddy joined the fun too.

There were a few other masterpieces that didn't manage to get a photo op. :( However, every kid had a GREAT time.

Grandma and Papa came to see what all the fun was about.

Of course mom and dad got birthday hugs.

And "YES!" my kids really do love each other.

I promise!

Overall it was a fun day celebrating this beautiful girl, inside and out, that we love so much.

I am so blessed.

My # 32...

2011-10-05T21:47:00.008-05:00

It is time for 7Th grade football and I LOVE # 32 in blue.

Jordan is still learning the game, finding his place among 80 plus, 7Th grade boys in his football class. Right now they have him learning how to play wide receiver and safety. Only time will tell if he stays with football, but for now I will have my camera ready to shoot my little man in uniform. :)

Homecoming week...

2011-10-03T16:29:00.013-05:00

This past week was Homecoming week. It was our first year to really be involved in all the fun of the week, since Kayla is now a freshman. It was fun. Memories were made. It wore this mom plum out. Of course I had to take a few pictures of each day. Here are just a few of the hundred plus pictures taken during the week.

MONDAY:

It was dress up as a cartoon character day. We didn't put much money or planning into this one. She put on an old princess dress she had from a previous year, got a black wig to be different and decided to either be "Mother Gothel from Tangled" or a black haired princess of some sorts. After wearing the black wig for the day, I finally convinced her that she would not look good with black hair. (You know how you always wish, as a teenager, for what you don't have...) I personally like her blonde curls.

TUESDAY:

Duct tape/trash bag day. We made a shirt late Monday night. I thought it turned out cute for a couple of hours work. You should have seen all the creative outfits at school...WOW!

WEDNESDAY:

Battle of the classes day. Kayla's freshman shirt. CUTE!

THURSDAY:

Blue and white day (school colors). She painted a shirt, an old pair of jeans and a friend even painted her hair at school.

She played at the bonfire. (A friend took this picture for me.)

FRIDAY:

Dress up day. Wear your church clothes.

FRIDAY NIGHT:

Game time. My girl marched and played her heart out. Isn't she cute in her hat?

The last picture of the night. My babies. Oh how I love them to pieces. I am blessed.

What did you do last week?

My Baby is 15!!!

2011-10-01T10:04:00.002-05:00

My little girl is fifteen today. Wow!!! Oh, how the time flies by. I am so blessed with this special gift of raising this special young lady. I know God has GREAT plans for her and I am humbled that He chose me to be her mom.

I pray that she continues on her path of learning and loving the Lord. I pray that she continues to make choices dependent on what she knows is pleasing in the Lord's eyes. And I hope and pray she knows that no matter what lies ahead that she and God can handle anything...and mommy will be there for her too.

I love this girl!

Happy Birthday, Kayla!

Mommy and Daddy love you so much and we are so proud to call you our daughter.

Band, Band and more BAND!!!

2011-09-25T13:54:00.006-05:00

You might get tired of the band pictures, but that is where I am in life right now...smack dab in the middle of band season. Kayla is in high school band this year. It is exciting, fun, hard and stressful. The roller coaster of emotions that band is causing my baby girl this year, is certainly keeping this mom on her toes. Her brother, who is in seventh grade, is in advanced band, which means he plays trumpet at the junior high games with the 8th grade. I have had to work concession stand the two games he played, but I will have to get pictures of him soon. Any given night, you can hear the music of "Bon Jovi" (high school band music) coming from the living room and "Thriller" (junior high music) coming from the kitchen. CRAZY!!! From working concession stand, to watching football, to listening to the halftime shows, we are wrapped up in the football/band season. Hating and loving every minute of it at the same time!!! :)

Here are some pictures of my sweet girl playing at the game Friday night...

Till next week...

It's a Parade!!!

2011-09-24T09:51:00.009-05:00

My little girl marched in her first parade as a member of the high school band. She was so nervous. However, she did a great job. The Fair was in town, so of course in the south, you have to have a parade. The family all showed up to watch our blonde headed flute player.

Dad is all smiles.

Her brother looks really happy to be there, doesn't he? :)

Way to go, Kay!!! Mom and Dad are proud of you!

The Other Football...

2011-09-10T20:24:00.011-05:00

I went to high school in Asia at an International School. We did not have American football. Soccer was our football. I guess because I grew up watching it, I love watching my kids enjoy the sport. They have both been playing since they were very little. Although Kayla will tell you she is getting slower the older she gets and they both have had their good and bad years at playing the sport, they both LOVE it.

They are both on the same team this year.

Today was their first game and they won...

Happy Weekend!

Need Assistance on checkout lane #5...

2011-09-06T19:51:00.003-05:00

I was unloading my cart at Wally World, ready for the cashier to scan my two boxes of light bulbs, case of waters, six pack of toilet paper and my jug of milk, not thinking of anything in particular... it was just another day. Only, when I went to pay, the machine refused my debit card. I didn't panic, for I had had trouble at this store before with this card swiping and I knew beyond a shadow of doubt there was money in the bank...

I swiped the card again.

Refused.

I said "try it as a credit card."

Refused.

I asked the lady if she would wait just a minute for me to go to the ATM around the corner.

The ATM refused my card.

"SAY WHAT???!!!"

I paid with a credit card, totally embarrassed and left quickly. I was on my lunch break, so I didn't have much time. I hurried home, pulled up my account online and discovered I HAD THE MONEY!!! Makes me want to go back to Wally World and yell at the top of my voice; "I HAD THE MONEY, People! IT IS NOT MY FAULT!" Don't you hate the looks people give when something goes wrong at checkout?

I called the bank.

Someone stole my debit card number.

Someone tried to charge 20.00 to my debit card, but the bank caught it (how I don't know!!!) and put a hold on the card. (Thanks for letting me know, friends at the bank.)

So, I am debit card free for a while. I didn't realize until today how much I depend on one little card. Scary. (There is probably a lesson in all of this, isn't there, Lord?)

I am thankful the bank caught it before they withdrew my thousands... (HA! HA!) Actually, when the frustration over not having a debit card subsided and my anger at the big mean person who did this to me (Why me?) wilted away, I did have to thank the Lord for looking out for me. It could have been much worse.

The bank says it has been a problem lately, not just with my bank or my little town. So dear friends, the next time your card doesn't go through and the old man in line grumbles behind you, you might want to check with your bank. The "BIG MEANY" might have struck the card in your wallet. I am told it can really happen to anyone, these days, no matter how cautious you are.

Alright, You Big Meany, whoever you are, I am going to say a pray for you tonight... Wouldn't want you to lose any sleep over all of this. But really, I would have handed you the twenty if you had just asked.

Closet Cleanup...

2011-09-05T21:28:00.008-05:00

OK, before you turn my name into the show "Hoarders Buried Alive," I have a reason for my mess. Or do I? I have been busy. My family uses my space too. The thought of buying new clothes sounded so much more appealing than cleaning... :)

Actually, I have no excuse. It simply got out of hand and as you know, one small pile ends up growing on it's own until you have one HUGE mess.

I finally couldn't handle the mess anymore. So while Kayla was spending the day with a friend and the guys were out at the camp, I labored on Labor Day.

I worked all afternoon on my dressing room and closet. Although still not perfect, I think it looks 100% better than it did. Of course the room needs a paint job, the old wallpaper is dated and I hate the doors on the closet, but at least now I can find my favorite pair of shoes and my jacket when cooler weather ever decides to show up.

Most of all, it is just a space full of all the things I love. To some it might still look a little cluttered, but I love having all my pictures and keepsakes close by, mixed in with the hairspray and makeup.

This is BEFORE...

(Remember, don't judge!)

AND AFTER...

(Just celebrate with me!)

(Scripture on the mirror starts the day with me. if you look closely you can see me taking the picture.)

(Pictures remind me to pray for loved ones or treasure happy memories.)

(I found this while cleaning... a note from Kayla, written in the fifth grade. This one is a keeper. Might have to find a frame.)

OK, one room organized. Now I just have several more to go, plus a few closets. Can we have Labor Day every weekend? :)

Hope you had a beautiful day!

Grandma's dress...

2011-09-04T13:56:00.006-05:00

My daughter has ALWAYS "beat to her own drum" when it comes to fashion. She does NOT like wearing the same Aeropostale shirt that everyone else has. And although she does wear the occasional pair of American Eagle jeans or a cute t-shirt from Old Navy, she LOVES going to thrift stores, shopping on ebay and anywhere else she can find something a little different, maybe a little retro or vintage.

This summer, her and my niece decided my Mother-in-law's closet was the place to shop. Number one, it was free. Number two, her closet was crammed full of old outfits and styles that have made it back around once more.

One of Kayla's favorites is what I call "The Little House on the Prairie" dress because of the print. Grandma made that dress and Kayla LOVES it. Who would have thought it? Kayla adds her boots, a belt and some jewelry and off she goes. Grandma beams with pride every time she sees her wearing one of her old garments.

(Please excuse my messy carport, it was raining so it wasn't the best picture taking day.)

My heart smiles because when I look at the pictures, I see more than my cute blue eyed daughter smiling for the camera. I see family history being passed down and all the love that goes with it. One day she will have her own stories to tell about Grandma's dress...

"She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come..." Proverbs 31:25

Friday night Football...

2011-09-03T19:45:00.010-05:00

Friday night was hot. It was colorful with all the blue and white (and the band in their black shirts.) It was spirited. It was exciting.

It was FOOTBALL.

Whether we showed up to play in the band...

(Kayla is the blond with the ponytail, playing the flute.)

Filmed and cheered as Team Chaplain...

Be the cutest water boy ever...

OR...

was just a blue/white wearing, camera toting, bleacher sitting MOM,

WE ALL SUPPORTED OUR TEAM.

And they won. :)

Happy Weekend Everyone!!!

When Life Happens...

2011-09-01T18:19:00.002-05:00

We would like everything in this world to be all "hunky dory." (Good 'ol southern gal term for ya.)

We would like our house to always be clean.

We would like our spouse to know exactly what we need, when we need it, without telling them or giving a hint.

We would like our children to be loving and respectful at all times, eager to please their mom, whatever the cost.

We would like our boss to understand our point of view at all times and feel our daily frustrations.

We would like all the people we work with to have a servant's attitude, always thinking of the other person, never giving in to bad mouthing or gossipping.

We would like to always have more money than we could ever think of spending.

We would like to have the perfect pair of jeans fit even on a bloated day.

We would like to never have another zit, have to worry about extra pounds, PMS or headaches.

We would like the dog to never have another accident in the house.

We would like to have "alone time" when taking a shower or using the little girl's room.

We would like...

We would like a lot of things. Wishing for these things are not wrong, but what if we change the "we would like" to "God wants?"

I remember being frustrated one time. I was young and in college, living with my Nanny one summer. I can't even remember what bothered me that day, but I remember her words like it was yesterday...

"Michele, you can plan your life the way you want. You can organize, dream and schedule, but just remember, at the end of the day LIFE HAPPENS."

I am not a fly by the seat of my pants kind of person. I like a plan. I don't like surprises. I want to know what is going on and I want in on the planning session. I want everyone and everything to follow my plan too. Taking life one day at a time is hard for me. I feel the need to worry. I need to always have a plan and a backup plan. But, I know in my heart that my Nanny was right. Too much planning can lead to much frustration, for around every corner in life there will be a surprise or two, something unplanned. The good, bad and ugly in life will happen, whether I am ready of not. My house might be messy, someone at work might frustrate me, I may stay busy to the point that even going to the bathroom is considered "me time."

As I look at my calendar for the next two to three months, WE ARE BUSY. I can look at the calendar, worry over plans, get caught up in being tired before it even happens OR I can look forward to every turn, finding blessings in all we are able to go and do. My family is busy, but I am blessed with healthy kids who are active, enjoy people, sports and music. I am blessed to be a part of a church ministry that keeps us busy doing the Lord's work. I am blessed to be able to just...

let life happen.

I am blessed with the knowledge of my Lord's saving grace, that provides daily strength to work my way through that calendar, one day at a time, with peace.

***sorry I have been out of touch, but life has been happening, full speed ahead. Football, band, soccer and church activities have us running these days. What is keeping you busy? Love to hear from ya! Blessings.***

Dear Child, (When life doesn't go the way you think it should.)

2011-08-15T18:23:00.003-05:00

- Always remember "tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes." (An Anne of Green Gables FAVORITE quote.)

- A tough first day at school, may seem like the end of the world, but BELIEVE Mom when she says there "will be tougher days ahead." (Oops! That one might not cheer you up, huh?)

- How about "What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger." (Any better?)

- When I was your age... (No help at all, am I?)

- The teacher isn't mean, just because you went to school unprepared. (I AM ON YOUR SIDE!!!) Yes, we had summer homework.

- You looked cute today. :)

- Mommy LOVES you! (That ALWAYS helped when you were little. Now come give me a kiss...)

OK, face it Baby Doll, Mommy doesn't always have the answers to make everything better. Today was a little overwhelming. It is all new. This "High School thing" can be scary, but please believe me when I say "YOU WILL SURVIVE!!!" You might even like it once you get use to the yucky schedule, the Health teacher with the booming voice and figure out that one bad grade in one class hasn't ruined your whole High School career. It was, after all, just the first day of ninth grade.

But, if this little pep talk didn't work it's magic, then maybe a little scripture will. I was reading this morning and came across this little treasure...

"Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you, I lift my soul." Psalms 143:8

Tomorrow is a new day, my sweet girl. There isn't a thing you and your friend Jesus can't handle together.

Prayers for day full of "words" of His unfailing love and guidance.

High School?!!!

2011-08-05T18:47:00.008-05:00

See this young lady? She and time are breaking my heart. In a few months, she will be fifteen. In a few days, it will be official... I will be the mom of a high school student. I am excited. I am scared to death. I am happy. I am sad. I am in need of some serious prayer. When I think that in just four short years... well, let's not even go there just yet, what do you say?

I was reading my Bible this morning, reading also out of a devotional magazine, when this prayer popped off the page at me:

"Heavenly Father, when we are raising and enjoying our children it is easy to forget that we received them on loan. Help us let go and let them embrace adulthood."

Now, this isn't quite my prayer, yet. Well the second part of it isn't, anyway. However, I do forget that being a mom is an "honor" sometimes and I do take for granted many moments in motherhood. So, as I approach the beginning of a new school year, with a 9Th and 7Th grader, I pray that I do find joy in all their busyness. I am so BLESSED the Lord saw fit for me to have the honor of being called "mom," by two of His children. May I never take my moments with them for granted.

"He who started a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus... And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Christ..."

Philippians 1:6, 9-10

When things get HOT...

2011-08-02T20:14:00.003-05:00

It is so very HOT around these here parts. The thought of leaving the comfort of my air conditioned home fills me with dread. Sorry Grandma, the ladies around here do not just "glisten," WE SWEAT, BIG TIME.

The heat wears me out. Just going to the grocery store seems ten times more unbearable than before. Just getting in the car is a risk. I mean the metal on the seat belt alone is liable to cause 3rd degree burns. I saw today, where a friend of mine said we had better not say "We wish it was summer, come winter, or she just might have to slap someone." I tend to agree. IT IS HOT PEOPLE!!!

But then I realise I am fussing and whining just a little and I try to remind myself of how blessed

I am to have an air conditioner in my car, even though it only has one setting... HIGH or not at all. I try to remind myself that I should be thankful for my car that still gets me where I am going, that I still have a cart full of groceries and that I now should have stock in Wally World because I am the proud mom of growing kids, no matter how hot it gets outside. And when I am wiping down the "glisten" off my face and finish wringing out my shirt, I hop in my car, in which I get a free sauna treatment and head off to the next mommy adventure, full steam ahead.

Actually, I decide since I am being such a good sport about even attempting to shop in 105 plus degrees of heat, that my efforts need to be rewarded. I head to the "BELL" where they may even know my name and order by memory...

"One LARGE mango-strawberry frutista, PLEASE."

Even mom deserves a treat every once in a while, don't you think.

Hope you are having a HAPPY summer.

Stay cool, friends!!!

My Computer is BACK!!!

2011-07-31T16:06:00.002-05:00

The hubby finally healed my poor computer of it's terrible bug. YEAH!!! I am BACK!

Well, sorta anyway. You see, this summer has been so BUSY, finding the time to chat has been scarce. Hopefully, when school starts back up and we have a routine going again, I will be able to stay caught up with all my bloggy pals. I miss all the encouragement I receive from all of you.

Anyhow... this is what is up.

My baby girl starts school unofficially tomorrow. She is going to be in high school (YIKES!!!) and will be a part of the marching band this year. They have band practice EVERYDAY this week, from 8:00 a.m. - 3:00p.m.. Can you say "YUCK!?" Talk about getting hot and tired before the school year even starts. Of course I guess they have it better than the football players these days...

We had to get Kayla a new flute, thanks to a little help from the grandparents. She is really good according to her band instructors and her old one was "holding her back." She is going to borrow one from the school until hers comes in. She is EXCITED!

Jordan went today for FOOTBALL orientation. This will be his first year to play. I am one of those over protective moms who wouldn't let him play the sport until he was old enough to play at school. He will be 7th grade this year and I am anxious and nervous at the same time. Excited for him and anxious to see what position he ends up playing, yet scared to death of finding him on the bottom of the dog pile.

Jordan will also be in advanced band, which means he will play with the 8th graders on football night. Then he agreed to be water boy again this year for the high school team Add the fact that my hubby is the high school football chaplain and we have a BUSY schedule full of football/band this fall. I need a nap just thinking about it...

It is Sunday afternoon. A nap does sound good. Hmmm...

Have a BLESSED week, friends!

Camp...

2011-07-24T13:31:00.002-05:00

I just got back last night from a week free of computer and all that goes with it. I would have been free of a phone too, but I had to have at least a "texting" connection with my baby boy who wasn't with me...

I was at youth camp.

Every year I get the HONOR of going with a bunch of fun, crazy, God lovin' kids to camp. I get the HONOR of hearing young voices sing praises, see them make new friends, and make learning God's word their focus. It is my FAVORITE week of the summer each year. I always have a wonderful time.

This year we went to Centrifuge Camp, held at Mississippi College. We took 68 people. We went, we ate (the food was good), we played, we sang, we cried, we shared, we prayed, we listened...we came back changed.

Thank you, Lord for and AWESOME week. I pray for each young person that went. I pray that their lives were changed and that they now have the strength to change their world.

When your world is turned upside down...

2011-07-14T16:35:00.002-05:00

Without giving out details of who, what and when, I am asking prayer for a special person in my life. I wouldn't write anything at all, but I am a believer in the power of prayer and I know my prayer warrior bloggy buddies can pray even when they don't have a name or face to go with the prayer. So I am simply asking you from my heart to lift my special person up today.

My special person's world has been ROCKED. My special person's whole self worth has been deflated. My special person's heart has been crushed. She is standing at the crossroads humbly before the Lord, asking for guidance in which step to take next. She is asking for strength to go where the Lord leads, for both paths will lead to heartache in the beginning.

Yet I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, my Lord will "lift her out of the depths and turn her wailing into dancing...," my God is AWESOME like that. Keeping the faith and believing that He will, when your world is turning, is the hard part.

Thanks for praying...

Our 4th of July

2011-07-11T17:52:00.012-05:00

Sorry about being gone. Computer still sick. Still using the hubby's laptop. Finding time on it when no one else is using it can be tricky. But here I am and with pictures. :)

For the 4Th, we didn't have fireworks. Burn ban in our neck of the woods, but there was plenty of good food and fun going on.

The morning of the 4Th, Kevin and his brother (who was visiting with his family for the weekend) took the kiddos fishing. Kayla took her camera, so I was able to see their catch.

Our church had a fellowship at the park that Sunday night. There were burgers on the grill and

fun at the pool.

It was a Great weekend, full of family and fun.

Miss Me?!!!

2011-07-01T20:10:00.002-05:00

This is where you just answer "YES!" even if it doesn't matter in your little part of the world, if I have been MIA for several days.

This is where I say "I HAVE MISSED YOU!!!" Is my computer healed? No, not yet. I am on my hubby's laptop today.

This has been something that has taught me a lot about myself. I can live without my computer. It is tough. I don't like it. BUT LIFE DOES GO ON.

I have my phone "Ruby." However, she is not an easy phone to use the Internet on. She is an old Blackberry. I am beginning to think with my upgrade I might need to give in to the iPhone mania. I might.

I lost pictures. I cried. Kev is trying to save them, in fact that is why it is taking so long to rid the computer of her "bug." I am thankful for all the pictures saved to post after post and fb albums. I am also thankful that I am bad about just buying a new memory card instead of clearing them of all treasured photos. A bad habit that has had a good twist. Can't fuss at me now, Kev!!!

But the real deal is that I became aware of how much time I was spending on the computer. Time I could be watching a movie with the hubby. Time I could be talking to my kiddos. Time I could be scrapbooking because I finally had the time to CLEAN my scrapbook/office/workout room.

Have I become anti computer? NO WAY!!! But I think I will scale back a little. The only part I really miss the most is the fellowship and encouragement I receive daily from bloggy friends. I don't want to give that up. God has blessed me with some pretty special buddies.

So don't give up on me. I will be back!!! I have more pictures and a whole bunch of memories to share when the ol' computer is up and running again. But let me suggest to you my friends... take an extra minute or two that you usually spend on the computer and spend it with your family this summer. I have learned the hard way, that what seemed horrible in the beginning, just might have been a blessing in my summer of memories.

Hope you are having a WONDERFUL summer!

My Computer...

2011-06-26T08:16:00.002-05:00

DIED.

Actually it is just very sick with a virus. The hubby is going to operate on her soon, but for now I am computer less. :(

Miss everyone. Hope to be back soon. So much has happened. So much to share...

Hope you are having a great summer!

The World Will Never Be the Same...

2011-06-17T17:43:00.014-05:00

Last weekend, my hubby took a group of 14 kids and 4 adults on a mission trip called World Changers. They went to Missouri for five days. Kayla was among the group. She had a blast! It makes my heart glad when my kids get excited about helping others. Here are just a few pictures to document her trip. I told her she MUST take pictures since I wasn't going. She made me proud and came back with a memory card full. Here are a few favorites...

She is ready to go...

A goodbye hug for mom. I LOVE this girl!!!

The world was changed a little this trip. A young girl was changed this trip. Oh, the memories she made. :)

Our CRAZY group.

PRICELESS. Getting ready to work.

Hard at work.

YIKES!!! What they found at the house they worked at.

One of their projects... Before
After

Goofing off with Dad at a late night Sonic break.

My baby doll. She has a big heart and it showed this week. We are so proud of her.

A "ME" Day...

2011-06-09T19:04:00.009-05:00

I didn't go to work today. I took the day off. I needed some "ME" time. I would like to say I was laying by the pool, reading a good book, but who am I trying to kid? Pale skin princess that I am, doesn't sit out in the heat willingly...gals like me don't do "lobster red." Truthfully, I would like to say I was sitting in my big comfy chair, in the air conditioning, reading a GREAT book...but that didn't happen either.

It was a "ME" day. I did take off work. However, I ended up here...

No, it wasn't the relaxing massage a girl dreams about, although I was pushed and smashed on. No, it was my yearly visit with the mammogram machine. FUN. The only highlight of the hour was that the technician is another mom of one of Jordan's classmates and I was distracted by "son" talk. Other than that... UGH!!!

I will probably be called back too, for an ultrasound. Cysts. Yep, that is me, the cyst princess. I inherited my cyst kingdom from my mom the cyst queen. No fun at all...

Of course there is always the fear that it is something more. So many family and friends have all heard the dreaded "C" word lately, so any dream world I was living in, has had a BIG reality check in the last few years. It is hard not to worry and think of the "what ifs?" God knew I needed a little word from Him, so He sent me this in my reading this morning:

"He will have no fear of bad news; his heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord. His heart is secure, he will have no fear..." Psalm 112:7-8

It doesn't mean bad things will not come my way, I just don't need to worry, for HE will see me through. Isn't God AWESOME like that?!

This afternoon I continued my "ME" day and got the hair done with the baby girl. Three and a half hours later, we come out looking a little brighter and less shaggy. Here are the before and after pictures, which are not the best, but it is what I have, so you will just have to take my word for it. "No makeup" faces may have looked a little on the tired side, getting beautiful is hard work, but at least our hair has a new look. (Sorry, but I wasn't going to put on makeup just for this picture.)

Before...

after.

Before...

Now, I am thinking to end my day, that I will grab a book and read a little, be lazy and go to bed early.

A total "ME" day...

Jordan's World...

2011-06-07T16:26:00.007-05:00

My hubby was looking at his pictures on his phone the other night. I realized he had some really good ones of my favorite young man (I started to say "little boy," but that is funny since he is taller than me...). I told him to send me a few. So I am playing "Jordan catch up" right now.

Jordan was inducted into Beta Club this year. We are proud of him. He ended up having a great school year. He even received an award in science. I wasn't able to go to the induction, so his dad and grandma went.

The "Big One" that didn't get away. (20lbs)

This boy takes after his dad and LOVES to fish.

This was taken last winter, but I thought it was cute. My hunter.

A friend took this at the school dance the other night.

That kid is my social butterfly. He loves to go and do.

I got the "football" letter in the mail for 7Th grade football, today. I can't believe he is finally old enough to play school ball. Bless my mama heart. I don't know if I am ready for all of this.

My baby boy is growing up and I am not sure I like it one bit! Yesterday, he knew I had a rough day. When I came home from a meeting at work, he had cleaned my kitchen and picked up the living room. Makes my heart smile... of course the fact that he is trying to earn money for the latest electronic gadget is beside the point, right? :) Gotta love him.

His dad and sister are getting ready for a mission trip soon. It will be me and him for a week. Hmm...

The Hills Are Alive...

2011-06-05T08:37:00.000-05:00

Kayla and I went Friday night to see a local production of "The Sound of Music." It was put on by the local Methodist Church and we both had friends in it. Dad was out of town, Jordan went to the Middle School dance with friends, so Kay and I had a "girl's night."

IT WAS WONDERFUL!

Everyone did a fantastic job. The food was great and it was fun watching and singing (in my head, of course) all the songs. We had a very nice evening.

Of course I had to show you the YUMMY food we ate.

Maria

The kids and Maria

"going on sixteen..."

Mother/daughter night...FUN!

They really did do a wonderful job.

****

For those of you who read my last post and are praying for my hubby... THANKS!!!

He is doing a little better, but his head is still spinning like crazy. This may be God's way of letting him rest, but it is frustrating him because he has so much work to catch up on. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Thanks again for the continued prayers.

Hubby's Home!!!

2011-06-04T21:33:00.011-05:00

Kevin has been gone all week "Cruisin'" the high seas. He and another adult chaperoned seven graduating seniors from our church on a cruise. They left from New Orleans and stopped at Cozumel and Progresso, Mexico. They had a really good time. Here are a few snapshots of their trip...

Beautiful...

They went to the Mayan ruins and had fun climbing around.

The kids dared Kev to sing during karaoke night. He got up and sang "You Raise Me Up," in front of about 400 people. He said probably half of them were drunk, but he did get a standing ovation when he finished.

They had fun on the beach. They went snorkeling, but I will have to get his film developed before showing any pictures of that part of the trip.

They ate well...

I am thankful he had a good time with his kids before they start a new chapter in their lives. It is always sad to see them go, but yet exciting to see what great plans God has for each one of them.

He brought back souvenirs, which is always a big treat. But mostly we are just glad he is back home.

On a side note, please pray for Kev. He had an excellent time, no problems. He felt good the whole trip. However, since he has been home he has had vertigo. I told him maybe he was suppose to live on a boat. :) His week is going to be busy planning for an upcoming mission trip. please pray for healing and strength.

Have a beautiful weekend!

She makes my heart smile...

2011-05-29T22:25:00.005-05:00

I have a ceramic message plate sitting in my kitchen. It was a Christmas gift from my sister a few years ago. At first I didn't think much about it, just thinking it was a pretty version of a whiteboard. However, I started writing verses on there, little reminders for me to hold on to while going about my day. Then the hubby would write me a little love "note" every once in a while that would make my day special. Then the kids started getting involved...

The latest word on the plate is a scripture written out by my daughter, the princess of my heart. She wrote one of her favorite verses and it makes my heart smile every time I look at it. I love how she signed it "Your Heavenly Father," as if He wrote it there himself, just for her. I love the idea that she too, has come to find scripture as tokens of love from the Heavenly Father, encouraging words to help her through her day.

As a 14 year old this is where she is right now. Looks mean everything in junior high. Girls are caddy and careless with their words even to their best friends. School has become a war zone of the heart of a young teenager finding their place in this world. I may never know what made my baby doll write that verse that day, but I am thankful she has already found wisdom and peace in the Word. I pray everyday that she continues to hold God's word close to her heart.

As for today, I write with a thankful heart. For you see, I was having a "feeling frumpy and fat, nothing fits or looks good, bad hair day," kind of day and as I was racing out the door my eyes made contact with a certain message written by a young girl with a big beautiful heart. Thank you, Lord. Maybe she didn't write the message for just herself after all. :)

Out of the mouths of babes...

Please say a little prayer for Kayla. She has had a rash caused by an allergic reaction to "we have no idea what." She is on medication, but it is taking it's sweet time to go away. If she is not better by the end of the week, we will have to go back to the doctor.

Have a beautiful week, friends!

"Barn Party"

2011-05-28T08:55:00.009-05:00

Every year for Kevin's birthday, I throw a big birthday bash for our teenagers. It is kind of a celebration not only for his birthday, but the end of the school year and welcoming the new 7Th graders to the group. It is always a theme party. Two years ago I did the 80's, last years was a luau and this year we went western. We had a GREAT time. 70 plus kids showed up. We had brisket, cheese dip and cake. We had a little karaoke. We had a costume contest and we had a few small door prizes too. We even had a little weather watching as the storms blew through that night. Overall it was a GREAT night. Here are a few pictures...

Welcome sign.

The decorated corner of the room.

The cake. It was sooo... YUMMY!!!

Kevin in his overalls and "Bubba Gump" cap and one of our youth leaders in his crazy costume. It was too funny!

Jordan. Isn't he just the cutest?! He is growing up so very fast. He found Kevin's old boots for the night. He also had a bandanna, sheriff's badge and some toy guns and took home second place in the costume contest.

My sweet girl. Oh how I love her and her big heart. She enjoyed the karaoke.

A hug and smile for mom. Gotta take them as I can get them. They are so busy and growing so fast...oops! I already said that didn't I? Well, I just don't like it, can you tell?

Hope you have a great holiday weekend!

Out at the ballpark with Chicken Little...

2011-05-24T22:57:00.008-05:00

Last Saturday we went and spent the day with my sister and her family. My youngest nephew Tate was playing in a baseball tournament. It was a fun day.

Batter up!

Cousin time and slush puppies.

Kev and Kayla

Sisters...

Kayla waiting for the next game.

Tate aka "Chicken Little" played great!!!

Craftiness or Yumminess?!!!

2011-05-21T20:25:00.010-05:00

Yes, I know "yumminess" is probably not a word, but it should be. Friday was the hubby's birthday, so his mom wanted to cook him a birthday feast. She knows the way to her son's heart...cook his FAVORITE meal.

Crafty Crescent Lasagna.

The recipe is long, so I will not type it out tonight, but if you have not tried it and are interested, just Google "Crafty Crescent Lasagna." His mom has been making it for him since he was a kid. It is yummy. We substitute Turkey sausage for pork, since Kevin can't eat pork and it is still really good. This is what it looks like coming out of the oven...

And this is what the birthday boy looked like enjoying it...

We also had...

And MY FAVORITE...

Of course there is a hug for the cook...

And Papa...

It was a nice end to a good birthday for the hubby.

"41?!!!"

2011-05-19T18:40:00.004-05:00

Tomorrow is my hubby's birthday. He will be 41. I would like to take a minute to wish this terrific guy God has blessed me with, a very happy day. He deserves it.

Happy Birthday, Kev!

Thanks for being a loving husband, great dad and wonderful friend!

Love you muchly! :)

Mich

p.s. Don't worry, I can only tease you about being OLD for five months. :)

Smiling Because it Happened...

2011-05-14T09:52:00.006-05:00

"Don't cry because it is over...

Smile because it happened."

-Dr Seuss

Last night was high school graduation. My hubby and I watched our seniors accept their diplomas. It is always a bittersweet time. You hate letting go, yet can't wait to see what these incredible kids do with their lives. We hate that our youth group leaders will be gone, yet accept the challenge to build up new leaders in our youth group this next year. We had a great little group of seniors this year and they will be greatly missed. We are so very proud of them. To reward them for their dedication to their church and for standing strong in their faith throughout their high school experience, Kevin and their parents are giving them a cruise for their senior trip. Kevin and another leader from our church will be chaperoning the trip in a few weeks. Sometimes youth ministry can be so tough. Pray for Kevin as he has to tough this trip out. :)

Another bittersweet moment was the fact that my baby girl played her flute with the high school band. The 8Th grade band played with the high school, since senior band members would of course be missing during the night. It was a little hint of next year. Is my baby really going to be in high school next year? They grow so very fast. Pray for my mommy heart...

Change is never easy. I am thankful for the strength of the Lord, that comes when things do change and we have to let go and move forward.

Let's go ride a bike...

2011-05-10T18:49:00.010-05:00

I know all of you rushed over here when you saw the title. Who wouldn't want to be the first to see Mich on a bike? That would be a sight to behold. (I haven't been on anything but an exercise bike in like decades. Of course I really can't claim the exercise bike either, although one takes up room in my house, waiting for the moment I decide that it is worthy of my time. :) )

Sorry to disappoint. Just me being a mom here, taking pictures of my kiddos again. They roll their eyes before smiling. They huff and puff before stopping for a snap of the camera. They think I am CRAZY taking pictures all the time of the CRAZIEST things, but I know one day they will look back and say "Thanks, Mom!" Who doesn't like to see crazy pictures of themselves when they were young and carefree and can finally have a good laugh themselves? So, since they know I will not leave them alone until they stop and smile, they tolerate me.

So here they are... my kiddos riding their bikes. If you are bored out of your gourd, have nothing else to do, you might stick around. The smiles on my kid's faces might just wear off on you. We are just happy to have a rain free, storm free, ride your bikes kind of day. (I am just enjoying the fact that my kids are "playing together." They do love each other, they really do!!! :) )

Hope you are having a BEAUTIFUL week, full of ordinary moments that make a camera crazy mom very happy.

Blessings...

Mother's Day...

2011-05-08T17:48:00.009-05:00

My BLESSINGS!!!

I am SO thankful they call me "MOM."

They are my pride and joy. They make me a better me.

My little boy is growing up. He had his sport's physical yesterday and they measured him at five foot three. They same as me!!! I think he has grown a foot since Christmas.

He is a cutie. He spent the night with a friend, but came home before church. He brought me three roses. I LOVE my little man. He can be ALL boy at times, but then I love it that he still talks to me and we have our cuddle moments.

Kayla is and always will be my baby doll. We have such a special relationship. It has and still is a hard journey raising a young teenage girl and all the mood swings and frustrations of junior high that go with it. Every day brings new challenges and even some heartbreak. However, I am so proud of the strength I see in her. She is one talented, smart compassionate girl who sees the world in a special way. I know God has GREAT plans for her. I am honor that He saw fit to give her to me to raise.

She was the first one to call me "mama."

My hubby. My anchor in a crazy world. I thank God everyday for him. He is a GREAT father, hubby and man of God. Working everyday in the real world, I realize just how blessed I am. He is the best friend a gal could have.

I received roses, a card and I picked out a new pair of shoes for Mother's Day. We went to church, out to eat with my in-laws for lunch, I took a much needed THREE hour nap and I went to see a movie with my family.

It was a BEAUTIFUL day!

Wishing the Mothers in my life lots of love...

2011-05-06T20:36:00.004-05:00

I am BLESSED.

I HAVE THE BEST MOM IN THE WORLD!!!

And I thank God for her everyday.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!!!

Hope you have a beautiful weekend!

Love you bunches!!!

*****

When I married my hubby, I became doubly blessed, for I have a wonderful mom-in-law too.

Happy Mother's Day, Grandma!

Love you!

Hope everyone has a BEAUTIFUL Mother's Day weekend!

Full Speed Ahead...

2011-05-04T11:55:00.002-05:00

Did you think I dropped off the planet after Easter? I probably could have, for I had a FABULOUS Easter weekend, but after it rolled by LIFE HAPPENED.

It has rained off and on in Arkansas since BEFORE Easter. Flooding has been an issue in some parts. Thankfully, I personally haven't had a problem, but it is tough hearing about friends and family watching the waters rise.

The storms last week were CRAZY!!! Three days of constant weather watching, little sleep at night and worry. I HATE STORMS!!! I can go to sleep with a little thunder and lightening, but when the twisters start coming out to play I WORRY. AND PRAY A LOT. We had some close calls, but thankfully me and mine in all corners of the state are fine. The sad thing is, Arkansas was bad, but we only endured the warm up sessions. Who could ever imagine that the storms would do all the damage they did to our neighboring states. My heart and prayers go out to those in Alabama, Mississippi and Tennessee and other states, who suffered such loss.

Anyhoo, because of the lightening and warnings the computer was OFF for a few days.

THEN...

I guess the storms blew in who knows what, because allergy QUEEN here, has been feeling YUCKY since last Wednesday. I feel like I could cough up a lung at any moment. I finally went to the doctor yesterday. Waited TWO hours before seeing the doctor, visited with him for only FIVE minutes and was rewarded with a SHOT. What an afternoon. I was a big girl, Mom, I did not make them chase me around the room. :) Hoping to feel better in a few days.

So, I haven't really felt like getting on the computer, pretty much went to work and then "CHILLED" on the couch until bedtime. FUN week!

Everything is about SENIORS this week. WE ARE BUSY! Being a student minister's wife, well May starts the beginning of the BUSIEST season for us. Truthfully, it doesn't really end until football season is over, but that is another story. Right now we are gearing up for the end of the school year stuff, and all the summer fun we try to pack in as youth ministers. Did I say it was CRAZY?!!! But it is a lot of fun.

Anyway, I hate that I have been out of pocket. Hopefully I can catch up soon. Just wanted you all to know that I am still alive and kicking.

Hope everyone is having a BEAUTIFUL week. I for one, am THANKFUL for the sunshine today.

Easter Weekend...the BEST!!!

2011-04-24T16:40:00.022-05:00

We left Thursday afternoon to go to my parent's house. My dad's little country church was doing a dramatic production of the "Living Lord's Supper," Thursday night. They did a FANTASTIC job. And NO, this is NOT a painting.

My nephews were there the whole time we were, so we had a lot of family fun. We decorated cookies, had a hunt or too, watched the latest Narnia movie, played cards and laughed A LOT. We stayed until Saturday, for we had to get back to our own church for Easter.

Kayla's masterpiece.

Keaton's chick, with "chicken pox"

Kev's chick that turned into what Keaton said looked like a "Christmas tree."

Sawyer then said, "there is no reason Easter and Christmas can't get along."

Some enjoyed eating more than decorating.

Got milk?!!!

Some boys are too "cool" to decorate a cookie for their mom.

(JORDAN!!!)

My parents. Aren't they cute?!
The Easter hunt...

They were out of plastic eggs at the Dollar Tree, and I WAS NOT in the mood to go to Walmart, so I found these. We ended up having an Easter ball hunt. The boys LOVED it!
Tate's favorite pose.

My redheaded cutie pie.

My nephew who thinks he CAN'T smile. I said, "yes you can, you have a beautiful smile, you just refuse to."

Crazy boys!!!

Tatey. He still likes to snuggle and give hugs. I think I will cry when he stops.

Easter morning before church, my two blessings. They grow up so fast. (I hate it that I ended up with a light circle on Jordan's face.)

Church, Easter morning was AWESOME!!!

We then went to my in-laws for burgers after church. A nice end to a GREAT weekend.

I am thankful. God has blessed me with so much; a beautiful family, a wonderful church family and His GRACE.

Thank you, Lord for saving me. Thank you for dying for me, even though I could never begin to deserve it. Thank you for showering my with blessings on a daily basis. And thank you for all the little reminders everyday, that YOU ARE THERE.

Hope everyone had a blessed Easter!

The Great "Beth" Adventure!!!

2011-04-23T22:08:00.008-05:00

Sorry it has taken me a week to post about my exciting weekend with my friend Beth, but it has been a little CRAZY around here lately. I just got home tonight from a short visit at my parent's house. A much needed little mini break I might add. So here I am, my love tank filled up, ready to celebrate Easter tomorrow with my hubby, kiddos and the church family I love.

But, I thought I would take a minute to tell you about THE GREAT "BETH" ADVENTURE...

As I said in the previous post, I had been sick...tummy bug kind of sick. However, even though I wasn't feeling all that great, I was determined that I was NOT going to miss the Beth Moore conference. I WAS GOING!!!

I took some Imodium and off I went. Of course then I had to SMELL the wonderful aroma in my car all the way to church to meet the church van (previous post). If I wasn't already sick, I probably was on my way after that short trip. I will say, I cried to the Lord and He heard my prayers, for even though I felt weak and very tired the whole trip, I had no tummy problems. God is good.

So we were off...

The wind was blowing like no body's business. Sorry Beth, the "high hair" was not going to happen. Tangled hair is what I had. See...

We then got to Little rock and went to check in to our hotel, ONLY our hotel was in a part of town that was affected by storms the previous night. NO ELECTRICITY PEOPLE!!! It was after the conference, at 12:00a.m., that we finally found another room. That was an adventure in itself. By that time, I really didn't care where I stayed, just wanted a bed and a light to see the potty. We did finally end up in a nice place and I managed to have maybe 4 and a half hours of sleep. Not complaining, just stating facts. :)

We finally made it to the conference and it was AMAZING!!! We worshipped. We prayed. We heard. I walked away feeling like I needed a quiet place to just muddle through all I had heard. I am still working it all out with the Lord. The Lord has blessed Beth with a special gift. She can pull things out of a passage of scripture that I have never seen before. She is a teacher of the WORD and I LOVE THAT.

I NEED THAT.

I walked away from the conference BLESSED, ENCOURAGED AND CONVICTED.

The whole Bible study was on finding my ministry and community. It was about relationships. It was about discovering what my purpose is. It was about letting others in. It was about letting God guide me on this ministry journey I am called to...

Here she is in the crowd, checking "homework." Sorry, I didn't take any good pictures, I didn't have my big camera with me, just Kayla's little pocket camera and I hated taking pictures the whole time. Just trust me, she was dressed CUTE, her hair was "HIGH" and she had our total attention.

I also got to see a few old friends, got to know a few of the ladies from my church a little better and I even got to see one my favorite people in the world...my sister.

It was a GREAT weekend!

My car has a new name...

2011-04-17T20:26:00.003-05:00

We name our cars around these here parts...mine is ol' Betsy. She has seen me through a lot. Unfortunately, I have a lot of making up to do to my old car friend. We did her wrong this past week. Jordan came home from school and I came home from work, Wednesday, sick. We both had the tummy bug and it was not fun. Needless to say, the car was not driven for a few days. Fast forward to Friday at 12:45. I am to meet my church gals at 1:00, at the church. We were going to see my friend Beth Moore. So excited. And then I got in my car. I quickly jumped out of my car. Ol' Betsy didn't smell too good...in fact she smelled BAD. I looked everywhere for a McDonald's bag gone bad or a juice explosion of some kind. Nothing. And then I decided to look in the trunk. This is what I found:

It was no longer a jug of milk, but rather a jug of cottage cheese. YUCK!!!

Evidently, my son (I am choosing to blame him, poor guy), when unloading the trunk of groceries forgot a very important one.

My hubby now calls poor Ol' Betsy, the "Milk Jug."

This was just the first few minutes of my "Beth Adventure." I have stories to tell coming soon.

Hope you have a beautiful week!

I AM SO EXCITED!!!

2011-04-12T13:08:00.000-05:00

I have this friend. We have been through a lot together, through the years. We have done Bible study after Bible study together. Been to a few conferences. She has shared her poetry with me. She has encouraged me to learn my scripture. She has used her story to guide me on my own journey. She is always uplifting. Her faith is incredible. Her words ALWAYS bless me in a special way. She has prayed for me in a mighty way when I really needed it. And I am going to get to see her this weekend! (Doing the happy dance!!!) You may have seen her around before... She is kinda famous. :) Truthfully, I have never met her, but would LOVE to one day. We have been on about 7 Bible study journeys together, and two conferences. And every time our paths cross, I feel God has given her a special "word" just for me. I can't help but think of her as a Bestie, a soul sister. This weekend, she will be in Little Rock and so will I. I am looking forward to a weekend off from all the daily responsibilities as "mom and wife" and have some time to just "soak in" God's word. Did I say I was doing the happy dance already? :)

Happy birthday, Jim-Dad!!!

2011-04-11T17:09:00.003-05:00

Happy Birthday, Daddy! Love you BUNCHES!!! Mich

"That is why I had You!"

2011-04-09T19:13:00.008-05:00

That is what I tell my baby boy all the time. When he carries in my groceries. When he carries out the trash. When he mows the yard. Of course I am only teasing, for I love this crazy little man to death and would still, even if he couldn't lift a finger to help.

However, I am thankful daily for his strength, work ethic and all he does to help us and his grandparents out. May he continue to grow strong and be all the Lord wants him to be.

Oh my, he is growing up so fast.

Of course there is always time for a break.

Boys will be boys!

Thank you, Lord, for Jordan!

My life is so much fuller because of him.

Like Poohpa, Like Granddaughter?

2011-04-06T17:04:00.004-05:00

Ever since I was a little girl, I can remember my Dad painting, or drawing or writing. He is very creative and it has been said that us kiddos have taken after our 'ol man in this area. I have to admit, I had fantasies of Art school once upon a time, even started out majoring in the area in college, but quickly got discouraged and switched over to something else. And yes, my sister and I both enjoy writing and journaling, so I guess we do take after my Dad a little bit.

HOWEVER, as I watch my daughter come and go, I have realized that it is SHE who may have inherited my father's talents. That girl has notebook after notebook of stories and poems, is constantly doodling and drawing and is coming home with a painting or two since she is in art class this year. I am proud of her and her creativity. And I know it tickles my dad, aka Poohpa, that he has a creative grandchild. (Actually, he has more than one creative grandchild, my son and nephews are also very creative, but this post is about Kayla. :) )

I know I have showed her artwork in the past, and I am sure there will be loads more showing off to come, but here is her latest. I kinda like it a lot. It is called "Sea Beauty" and it is done with acrylics on canvas.

You may remember that my dad painted me a picture for Christmas. I finally hung it the other day in my bedroom, but since I haven't painted my bedroom walls yet, I will save that picture for another day. However, to remind you of what the picture looked like, here I am at Christmas holding my gift;

Even though my daughter is only 14 and has years of painting and learning her hobby to catch up to her grandpa, I kind of see a similar style in their paintings. What do you think?

I think I see my walls lined with artistic beauty for years to come.

All Tangled up...

2011-04-04T16:39:00.005-05:00

Happy Monday, everyone!

It has looked like this

all day today. The kind of weather, where you are suppose to stay in bed and read a good book all day long! Can I get an "Amen?" But no, it was a Monday, back to work and school we all must go. The weekend, unfortuately ALWAYS goes by so very fast.

What did I do this weekend?

Well let me just tell you...

I cleaned on my office/scrapbook room/ workout room, aka the "junk room." No pictures yet, for I want to wait until I can show off the finished product with the before shots. Somebody, like my sister, might turn me into this

if I don't show that I have managed to get it all under control. :) Pictures soon, I promise.

I also enjoyed "movie night" with the fam, Saturday night. We watched this;

which I think is an ADORABLE movie. I think it is my new favorite cartoon flick. Kayla was all excited since it was a "blond princess." Haven't had one in recent years. Without giving too much away, at the very end she turns into a brunette, much to Kay's frustration. However, I think she has forgiven the writers, because she was rewatching it after school today. :)

We also had pizza with the movie. Hmm...dangerous territory for the new eating plan. But that is the point, I am tired of "changing" how we live for me to lose a few pounds. I have to be able to survive any situation, or it will never work. I ended up eating a salad FIRST and then instead of GORGING myself, I ate two smaller slices of cheese pizza. I even felt satisfied. So, a little pat on the back for moi. I had also eaten real well that whole day, so the two slices didn't even hurt me.

I have lost about 8 pounds now. My muffin top is slowly shrinking. Emphasis on "SLOW." But I hope. :)

Well, I hate to say "bye" so soon, but I have a kitchen to clean, a "healthy" dinner to prepare and a child that has piano lessons. A mom's work is never ending...

Have a GREAT week.

God bless!

5 pounds is still 5 pounds!!!

2011-03-31T11:24:00.002-05:00

As I said in my previous post I am learning a new way of eating. Crave food less, crave Jesus more. In the week and a half I have been on it, I've done alright. I haven't restricted myself totally, I am just eating less and making healthier choices. I have been down the path of strict dieting and it totally doesn't work for the long haul. Life happens. Sometimes you go out to eat. Sometimes you are on church trips. We all like vacation time. And when the holidays roll by there are always parties and family dinners.

No. I have pretty much learned that life is too short to worry about food all of the time. In fact that is the same problem just going in the opposite direction. Diets end up consuming me and that is what I am trying to get away from. I want to live where I just don't think and worry about FOOD all the time. I am going to eat. God has always provided up till now, more than I needed, why do I worry so very much about it. When you are already thinking about what you are having for lunch, while eating breakfast...I think there is a problem. And I have suffered with that problem way too long.

When not on a eating plan, I tend to eat too much, throughout the day. When on a diet I worry about all the calories, where I am going to eat and when...cause I think I am starving. These days I am trying simply not to worry about it at all. If I make wise choices, eat only when really hungry and cut out all the junk, then I think that is something I could probably do for the rest of my life. Add a few minutes of activity everyday and maybe just maybe I can get back on track where God wants me to be. Too many other things need my focus other than FOOD.

Which brings me to my little tidbit of good news. I have lost 5 pounds!!!

Now, I know I had the tummy bug on Sunday.

I know there is that whole "water weight" thing.

I know they are gone in ways that may not be noticeable yet.

I know...

But at the end of the day, 5 pounds is still 5 pounds!

God is good.

Craving the RIGHT PORTION...

2011-03-28T13:05:00.006-05:00

" My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my PORTION forever." Psalm 73:26

I don't know about you, but spring sometimes has a way of getting the best of me. I have just spent the winter months, wearing bulky sweaters and jackets, hiding what I didn't want to acknowledge was there...a few extra pounds. A "muffin top." Now I was doing real good after my surgery, lost almost 20 pounds through the whole ordeal last summer and early fall, but then comes fall...

It is like my body tells me to prepare for hibernation (food wise anyway). All of a sudden my willpower goes out the window with every holiday and party that goes by. And under my sweater is neatly hidden the evidence, until... That first hint of spring weather. I start pulling out cute tops in bright colors and dig out the flip flops and capris. I LOVE ME SOME FLIP FLOPS!!! And then I look in the mirror and my "sunshiny" mood quickly runs away and the tears fall. I LOOK LIKE THAT?!!! REALLY?!!!

Of course if you are also like me, then you feel like you automatically have to do something about it. I go find all my old "diet" books, buy another one to add to the pile and then start my journey to a "new and improved me." Only that usually ends up in frustration and tears as well. As I told my hubby the other night "too much info is not good, it is confusing and just plain leaves me defeated." Plus the fact that none of the books even agree and I am sorry, BUT I don't have time to spend at the gym all hours of the day, like they do on the "Biggest Loser."

And then I realized that maybe dieting isn't for me. I still have some health issues and allergies that keep me from following any diet the way the author wants you to. Maybe that is my problem, I'm going about this all wrong. You see, I do enjoy a veggie or two, love fruit, drink mostly water anyway and lean meat is my favorite, so it sounds like I eat right anyway, right? WRONG. My problem is portion control. Not on the good happy days, for I could go without eating and not even realize it for hours and hours if I'm busy and happy. No, my problem comes when stress comes knocking at my door. Then all of a sudden I want BREAD, CAKE, PIE, CHIPS AND DIP...AND LOTS OF IT. I will eat something salty, then feel like I need to eat something sweet, just to need a little saltiness again. And truthfully, I am not even hungry when I eat them. Sound familiar?

So, I started digging a little deeper. I started wanting to know "WHY?" am I like this. What is it about a slice of bread that makes me so very happy, even if it lasts for only a second? Why is food my crutch? Somewhere along the line, I believe mine started in college, I made "junk food" my answer to feeling better. Although I can look back and know that the stress and insecurities in my life started at a much younger age, in college I was on my own for the first time. For the first time, no one else was dictating what I ate and when. After growing up in Asia, I was back in the States where the junk food was readily available. My own vending machine was down the hall from my dorm room. Growing up "American junk food" was expensive. I remember as a teenager walking down the street to get a soda from the hotel, for we didn't keep them in large quantities in the house. Cheetos were a treat for movie night and going out to eat was saved for Sundays after church. So although the insecurities were there, the food was not available to me. Thankfully.

But then all of a sudden my parents weren't there either, still on the mission field. All of a sudden between late night studying, broken hearts and partying with friends, I would find myself alone. No spiritual guidance. For the first time, I didn't even have to go to church if I didn't want to. I had to do some major evaluating of my own faith and where I stood on my own without my family. I finally rededicated my life to the Lord during college, married the love of my life and we have been in ministry ever since.

YET...

By that time, food was my friend. I loved Jesus, but OH how I loved pie too. Fast forward to now. Why it has taken me this long, to want to come to terms with this, I have no idea. Hey, I am "40" now and it took God's people 40 years of wandering...just saying.

No, I have decided to not go on a "diet" this year. I will however be trying to cut back, use portion control and just eat till satisfied. May even put a little exercise in there too. Most importantly I am going to do some more soul searching on this heart of mine and why I have this "void" that feels the need to be to filled constantly. I know in my heart that I need to "fill up" on Jesus and His word. That He is my "portion." Yet, just saying it, doesn't mean we do it. Please pray for me.

Pray for me as I start this new journey in my life. Ministry life seems at times centered around FOOD. We all know how tempting "potluck" night can be! The task before me, will probably be the hardest undertaking, yet I know beyond a shadow of doubt the most rewarding. I may write from time to time what I am learning or even ask for prayer because I am struggling. If you would like to go on this journey with me, that would be awesome too. Let me know, for I would love to pray for you too.

The idea is to get back on track and live life the way God meant for me to, totally craving HIM.

If you are considering going on this journey with me, I found a GREAT resource. God has certainly used this book to open my eyes. It is like this lady read my journal and mixed in my feelings with hers.

Going NUTS!!!

2011-03-24T08:53:00.003-05:00

When I was little I would often break out in hives. My mom would take me to the doctor and he would write it off as my nerves. I was sorta shy and my parents were moving me all over the place, that he just thought...

I don't think my mom ever really thought that was the answer, but it was the late 70's, medicine has come a long way since then, so at the time I guess her hands were tied. We then moved overseas to Asia, and the breakouts were few and far between. Hmm... I just kind of forgot about them.

Until I was sixteen.

That year we were back in the States for a year, living in North Arkansas. I woke up one morning, with hives EVERYWHERE. I was swollen from head to toe. My eyes were swollen, my hands were HUGE, my feet, well it hurt to walk. I was miserable. Missed a bunch of school because of it. The scary part came when my throat wanted to swell shut. This time around the doctor said ALLERGIES.

When the shots finally took over and the swelling went down, I had the tests done. I found out that me and Arkansas beauty don't really mix. I am allergic to so many of the trees found here, grass, hay, and the list goes on. I also found out that I was allergic to chocolate and aspirin.

OUCH!!!

Chocolate!!! SERIOUSLY?!!!

There were a few other food items that I had a mild reaction to, but I kept eating those. However, when I was sixteen, I learned how to say "No" to chocolate. The hives stayed away for a long while, but then I was back in Asia until I graduated and took a allergy medicine at the first sign of an itch. I was doing OK.

Fast forward a few years. I was married, had two very young kiddos, living in east Texas and then North Arkansas. The hives were back. I was miserable. Nature was blooming and my body hated it every spring. The medicine was taken around the clock. I hated the thought of shots. I survived that period. I finally started a different allergy medicine that seemed to help me better. In the last few years a prescription nose spray has been added to my medicine box too. I still have an attack during spring and fall, but it is more drainage now that hives. I have still skirted the shot issue. (for now.)

However, right after I had Kayla, I started having really bad heartburn feelings. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason as to WHY. They were worse when I was pregnant with Jordan. Sometimes I would be laid out on the floor miserable and in pain. For a little over 12 years I lived with it, taking different meds. In that span of time, I finally narrowed it down to happening a lot when I had any kind of nut or something cooked in peanut oil. I asked the doctor about it. At that time, my insurance wouldn't pay for an allergy test for nuts, but because of my allergy record, doctor thought I might have acquired an allergy to them. Just one more good thing I had to stay away from.

Do you realize how many yummy things are made with some kind of nut?

But I did it. Between the chocolate and the peanuts, candy bars have been pretty much off limits to me for a long time.

Fast forward again to last summer. I became one sick gal. Tests showed that it was my gallbladder. However, unlike most, I wasn't in any pain, just sick. My gallbladder was bad sick and had been for a long time, from the way it was filled to the brim with stones and wasn't working anymore. Doctors wer confused over the "no pain" issue. I was fortunate that I hadn't had any pain along the way.

Or did I?

When I started reading, I discovered that real fatty foods can bring on an attack. One of those foods could be nuts. When I described what I felt after eating them or when I would have small attacks, even when nuts weren't involved, the doctor said they sounded like gallbladder attacks. If that was the case, I had been having them since Kayla was born! She is fourteen and a half now...

Gallbladder was removed. Yet, I still haven't been able to make myself try a nut. The memories of pain are still to vivid. I mean what if I really am allergic to them and it just set off my attacks and...

Until last night. I was at the store the other day and came across the nut aisle. I found myself staring at the cans, longing for the healthy snack everyone else enjoys. I finally put the can in my cart, knowing the hubby would eat them if I didn't.

Finally last night, I got up enough courage to try a peanut or two. (three, four and then a handful or more) They tasted so good, but it was a bittersweet reunion. Dread of what could happen was always lingering in the back of my head.

But the attacks NEVER happened.

I am longing to do the happy dance right now. However, I am going to take it easy, and keep trying a little at a time just to make sure. But let me just say, last night I felt like this little guy was my new best friend.

Yummy!!!

Update on "Urgent Prayer Request"

2011-03-23T21:13:00.002-05:00

Charlie is out of surgery. Everything went well and looks good right now. Didn't have to do reconstructive surgery like they first thought, so the surgery went about 8 hours.

Very hopeful.

Thanks so much for the prayers.

Please keep this precious family in your prayers.

God is good.

Urgent Prayer Request...

2011-03-22T11:14:00.002-05:00

There is a little boy named Charlie that goes to our church.

Four years old.

His mom sits behind me every Sunday, tears are often seen sliding down her cheek.

Charlie has a tumor attached to his face, which is therefor attached to his brain, ear and jaw. And it keeps getting bigger.

Tomorrow he goes in for a 15-20 hour surgery, with 4 surgeons and a handful of nurses, to have it removed.

Please pray for this precious little one and his family, mom, dad and two younger brothers.

Walking with Purpose...

2011-03-18T17:03:00.008-05:00

This year, some of the 6Th graders at my son's school chose to help raise money for World Vision. Jordan was one of the 100 kids that participated. I took off half a day of work today, to go and take pictures. It was a rewarding and fun afternoon for the boys and girls. (And for me too!)

Look how much money they raised! So proud of them! And they are still taking donations.

They tie dyed shirts after school last week to wear for the big walk...12 laps around the track.

Jordan ran a few. If you notice this is the first "hot?" day we have had this year. Therefore, everyone was still sporting their "winter tans." Of course, since we were not use to the warmer weather, we all thought we were going to melt at 82 degrees. We will be wanting some 82 sun when summer hits and we break the 100's!!!

This of course was the drink of choice. Nothing better than a cold bottle of water...

Thankful for all the money donated so children across the world can have clean drinking water too. It was a good day!

the sign says it all...

2011-03-17T17:00:00.003-05:00

When the earthquake happened in Japan, I was shocked. I hadn't watched the news, so until I was in my car, on my way to work and heard about it on the radio, did I have any clue as to what was happening outside my little world. Isn't it CRAZY how that happens? I mean, we go through life, thinking each little twist and turn, each little roadblock, should be dramatized and THEN something REALLY BIG AND HORRIBLE HAPPENS, and for a short while everything is put back into perspective.

Today, a friend of mine, posted the following picture on his Facebook wall. (He took it with his phone on his way to work in a nearby town.) I think it about sums it up, don't you?

I Lost My Keys...

2011-03-11T21:26:00.005-06:00

Ever since we went to the Winter Jam concert last weekend, my hubby says he can hear Francesca Battistelli singing in his ear...

"This is the stuff that drives me crazy..."

I think it is funny because I LOVE her and her songs. I have said it before, it is like she read MY diary and then decided to sing about it. Friday this became all too real.

The alarm went off at 5:30 a.m.. I hit the snooze half a zillion times before getting up at 6:15! That means I was already running behind schedule, thank you very much. I then get ready, have 15 minutes of quiet time, wake up the kids and start to head out the door for work at 6:50. Only one problem...

"I lost my keys in, the great unknown..."

I can't find my keys!!!

I look everywhere. Kayla helps me look everywhere. I start to panic. Minutes have gone by, it is a no brainer, I am going to be late for work. Still can't find my keys.

"And call me please, 'cuz I can't find my phone."

I go ask Jordan who is in the shower.

"Jordan, did you use my keys last night for anything?"

"Ummm..."

"Jordan, I am LATE! Just tell me what you know and NOW!" (Can you read the panic in my voice?)

"I don't know."

I go to look for my keys some more. I am past panic. Helplessness sets in. You see, my hubby was out of town and...

"this is the stuff that drives me crazy

this is the stuff that's getting to me lately

in the middle of my little mess,

I forget how BIG I'm blessed..."

I guess Jordan had a minute to think, because all of a sudden, I see a dripping wet 12 year old running past me in a towel. He heads for the back door, opens it and then looks back at me. His look turns from relief to BIG TIME dread. I go and look. He has found my keys! HOWEVER, he left them on the trunk of my car ALL NIGHT LONG! There was my bright polka dot key chain shining for the world to see. I am blessed to still have a car. I am blessed to still have a house. I am blessed to still be me!!!

Jordan is blessed to still be smiling!!!

"This is the stuff that gets under my skin

but I gotta trust you know exactly what you're doing

it might not be what I would choose

but this is the stuff you use."

I look at him. (Jordan)

"I am not going to be mad. I don't have time to be mad. We will talk later. Get ready, your Grandma will be here in twenty minutes to take you to school."

"So break me of my impatience, conquer my frustrations, I've got a new appreciation, it's not the end of the world."

I make it to work at exactly 7:10. So thankful I only live a few blocks away. (Why did twenty minutes just seem like HOURS?!)

When I finally got to work and my heart finally settled to a normal heartbeat, I started to think about the whole situation. In the end the humor won out. The thought of my wet son dripping through the house, going 90 to nothing... well I needed a good laugh. Yes, all kinds of "what ifs" could have happened, but why dwell on it. God took care of us and we are blessed because of it.

Yes, God...

"This is the stuff YOU USE."

Thanks for the reminder...I am BLESSED.

Oh by the way, God does have a sense of humor. Guess what was playing on the radio on my way to work? Francesca, can I have my diary back now?

When the mom is the student...

2011-03-10T18:57:00.006-06:00

A few years ago, we moved back to my husband's hometown. After being gone since he was 19, and left for college in another town, God brought him back home to the town where he was born and raised. His parents still live in the same house. My hubby now ministers at the church he grew up in. We are often blessed with stories of "when I was younger..." or "back in the day..." Stories of friends, school, bike rides through the neighborhood...

Unfortunately, like all towns, the part of town that once was considered family friendly and safe, changes when the new neighborhoods are built. The older part of town loses it's family friendly reputation, as buildings become abused through the years, run down and abandoned. The neighborhood we live in now, was once a nice neighborhood and although it is not completely run down now, still filled with beautiful older historic houses, there are a few old houses on the street that have seen better days. Sometimes I, as a mom, have to question the people that move into them. It is sad, but a parent can't be too careful these days.

When we first moved in, the two story house across the street was abandoned. It stood lonely, even kind of creepy at night. It reminded me of a ghost house, haunting in a way. And then, a little while back the owner decided to fix her up a little. A few new boards, a couple of windows, a new paint job, and she at least looked decent. However, nothing could hide her age. Between you and me, I think she is still a little unstable.

Yet, soon after a family moved in. A big family. Adults and kids of different ages are always coming and going. SEVERAL cars are always parked outside. It is the kind of situation that leaves a mom suspicious. However, my husband soon realized that he had met the "dad" before, so my tension eased a little. They have been there over a year now and I have learned to have peace over the situation. They pretty much leave us alone and that is fine by me...

Except for "Dalton" (Not his real name.) and his little brother.

Dalton is in 7Th grade, stout, a little bit taller than Jordan. When he talks he has a speech problem. When he talks you can tell that although he is older than my son, his intelligence level is quite a bit lower. He is rough around the edges, gets frustrated easy and probably has never owned a "brand name" anything. His little brother always looks like he hasn't had a bath in a week.

Dalton likes my son. He comes to the door and asks if his "friend" can come out and shoot hoops.

Jordan can't even go outside and shoot hoops anymore without Dalton and his brother running over to play with him. There are days that Jordan gets frustrated, not in the mood to deal with them. There are moments when he comes and whispers, "Come get me in a minute, mom, PLEASE!"

BUT, he NEVER hurts them. He is never mean. He patiently plays with them, teaching them how to play the different sports he loves. My kid, who for whatever reason is popular and well liked at school, can be found playing any day of the week, with a neighborhood kid, who by worldly standards would be considered undesirable. Would Jordan consider Dalton a "good friend?" Probably not. He would probably just simply say "He is my neighbor and we play ball together sometimes." Yet, to Dalton, Jordan is considered "friend." My son has showed extreme kindness, in a situation that many boys his age would avoid. He goes out of his way NOT to embarrass Dalton or hurt his feelings.

Moments like this one, do my mommy heart good. You pray daily, as a Christian parent, that your children will be lights in a dark world and then when they do something like this, you are humbled beyond belief. Children can be so cruel sometimes. My own children are far from perfect themselves, so when they do something so out of the ordinary, it makes this mom stop and take a closer look.

As I look out the kitchen window, my spirit is scolded. I have got caught up in the world's view of what makes a people lovable and acceptable. As I watch the kids shoot baskets, I realize that my son has been acting more like Jesus than his mom these days. How quick am I to judge? Where is my compassion? Maybe I am looking at this all wrong. Instead of being concerned with who my neighbors are, maybe I should be more concerned with what kind of neighbor I am.

Truthfully, these two boys will probably never be best friends. And yes, I still worry a little (they always play at our house.) But at the end of the day, I learned by watching my son the last few months, that a little kindness and compassion can go a long way. It might not always mean that much to us, we tend to take some things for granted at times, but to the person on the receiving end, it could mean a whole lot. To someone else, a little friendship, could mean a little light in someone's dark world.

And sometimes God has a sense of humor and allows a child's action to teach a mom's heart.

We Be Jammin'...

2011-03-06T13:28:00.016-06:00

Last night in Little Rock, Arkansas there was some jammin' going on. Kev and I went with about twenty others from our youth group (although others from our group went on their own) to this:

We had to wait out in line, and it was COLD and we looked like this:

Then we went in and our view was this:

and this (WOW!):

We then saw and heard (I got some pictures from a friend with closer seats):

American Idol fans...Jason Castro

David Crowder Band

Francesca Battistelli (Kayla of course LOVED her style!)

Kutless (Jordan's favorite)

Red (Not my favorite, but my rocker daughter likes them.)

Newsboys (they had an AWESOME show, but since they were last, I was wearing down.)

Others we heard were:

Newsong

KJ52

Chris August

Sidewalk Prophets

Tony Nolan (speaker)

The whole center was full of young people and their youth leaders or parents. It gave me chills just to think of all the Christian teenagers hanging out on a Saturday night singing and dancing for the Lord. My personal favorite part was probably the David Crowder Band. That guy knows some praise and worship tunes. Francesca was also a favorite, just 'cause her songs could have come out of my own diary. And then when Kutless sung "What Faith Can Do," we all got excited. (that is Jordan's favorite song. He even had to go buy the t-shirt.)

Kayla and Jordan sportin' the lighted glasses.

We were in nosebleed seats, sometimes it was hard to hear the talking, and it got kind of late for this old woman (we didn't get back home till around twelve at night) BUT, we had a blast. Kayla even says her throat hurts from singing so much last night. Another night full of memories.

I thank the Lord for every moment I am able to spend with my kiddos making memories.

LATE night, LOUD music, LOADS of kids...surely I earned some mommy brownie points with this memory maker!!! :)

Struggling Where I Am At...

2011-03-03T20:09:00.003-06:00

I am just going to be honest...I am not enjoying where I am at right now.

I'm struggling.

I pour over scripture, pray with every fiber of my being, ask "why?" a million and one times, and I still get the same answer;

"Start blooming where I have planted you!"

But I don't want to.

I want to moan and groan and plant myself in what I consider a great BIG pit of nothing but YUCK! That is how I feel.

"Your joy should come from ME, not your circumstances."

UGH! I know. I am going to try my hardest to have some stinkin' JOY in my life, but I DON'T have to like it, Lord!!!

I like wallowing in self pity. I like hearing the little violins play. I like collecting my quarters to look up someone who cares. I like thinking that the world centers around ME.

"But my child, the your world should actually center around ME, your Lord and Savior."

But...

"You are starting to sound like my other kids, back in the day, when I sent Moses to lead them away from Egypt into my promised land. They complained too, couldn't keep their eyes on ME and forgot the PRIZE. Child, this is only temporary. Don't forget the prize."

It is so hard, Lord. I don't like drama. I don't like hurt feelings. I don't like frustrations. I don't like the struggle. I don't like confrontation. I don't like...

"I never said it would be easy."

But Lord, why does it have to be so hard. I want to be a light daily. I want to have joy despite my circumstances. I want to be all I can be where you have planted me today, but I don't know if I am strong enough.

"You can do all things through me, I will give you strength."

I just feel like I fail you daily. I feel the shame.

"My grace is sufficient for you."

But what if I don't like it? The tasks before me wear me out. I often am left feeling defeated.

"Follow me. In me you will find rest. My peace passes all understanding."

But...

"My child you are beautiful and you are mine. Take one day at a time and we will get where you are headed together. Just keep the communication flowing."

But...

"I am here."

Do you always have to have the last word?!

"Always. Just call me Omega."

***********

I wrote this, struggling with a certain situation in my life. I am blessed and I know it, but all it takes sometimes, is one part of your life to seem out of whack, for one to want to shut down and pout.. One little situation can rob you of your peace, help you lose track of who you are and what you stand for. One little corner of your life... This was the conversation the Lord and I had the other day concerning my latest little situation. I'm better now. The Lord is faithful, I just needed a little reminding of who is in control.

Ever have one of those days?

A Little About Nothin'...

2011-03-03T11:42:00.002-06:00

We have been CRAZY busy around here. I keep wondering if we have a free weekend in sight...always something going on. My house shows it too. I am knee deep in laundry and up to my elbows in dirty dishes. I so need a housekeeper, but Kev says I would just wear myself out trying to clean for the housekeeper. He is probably right. She might turn me in on one of those TV shows if I didn't. :)

My sister called me while I was checking out at Wally World last night. The bright spot of my hour and a half visit to a place I am beginning to loathe. NEVER thought I would say it, but I really HATE going to the store these days. ESPECIALLY, when I hand over the debit card for an insane amount. My kiddos are eating me out of house and home. Not to mention bobby pins cost almost four dollars these days. WHAT?!!! Shampoo is almost SIX!!! Bread is three... Sad thing is I have to go back 'cause I forgot soap for the dishwasher. UGH!

I had to have bobby pins, cause the hair is getting long and I have put it in a ponytail a time or two. Bobby pins help it not look like "crazy lady " hair. I need a cut, but no time. So bobby pins it is... Maybe it makes me look half my age. I can dream.

Back to the phone call... I finish checking out and then stop at Subway to pick up dinner for the fam. Yes, I am on the phone. BUT, it was with my sis, who I hadn't talked to in a while. Indian man did not care, no patience what so ever as he banged on the glass. Oops! Had to tell Amber I would call her back. My sandwich was good, however they had no bacon left for Jordan's sandwich. Dinner was served at 9:00 p.m.

Did I say we were busy these days...

So Arkansas had a earthquake the other day, scary. I didn't feel it but my family who lives in two different parts of the state did. It was a crazy night, 'cause I was "storm watching" on TV, when they break in around 11:00p.m. to interrupt the storm watch, to tell us there was an earthquake. Too much worry for one night. People you better be getting your hearts in order...I can hear the trumpets a sounding.

My hubby and father-in-law made it home Tuesday. So far Papa is feeling good. Thanks so much for the prayers.

I paid bills last night. I need prayer...

Hey! Can you believe It is MARCH?

I guess I had better wrap this rambling up...

Hope you are having a GREAT week.

AWESOME weekend!!!

2011-02-27T19:41:00.004-06:00

Am I tired!!!

What a weekend!

It was an AWESOME, FUN, TIRING, CRAZY, EYE-OPENING, CHALLENGING, SOMETIMES OVERWHELMING, BUT INCREDIBLE WEEKEND.

We had our Disciple Now.

One of those crazy weekends filled with fun, friends and God.

So although I am plum wore out, it is the good kind of tired. My feet ache and I feel like I could nap forever, yet I loved seeing kids praying, singing , learning. I loved seeing new friendships being made, bonds being formed and our youth group grow closer together. It was music to my ears to hear young voices sing praises, with hands held high. It made me laugh to see them dance and have fun together, even getting my hubby to do a jig or two. It made me weep to be able to pray for my daughter at the alter this morning and then get up and see countless other parents praying over their own kiddos.

God showed His face this weekend. He spoke LOUD and CLEAR.

We have been challenged. We have been chastised. We have been blessed.

God is faithful.

Me and my baby girl. I LOVE helping hubby with events like this, not just to be there for other kids, but to be there for my own.

LOVE praise and worship time.

Having Hope...(Please Pray!)

2011-02-26T08:08:00.004-06:00

Picture taken last August at my in-law's 50th anniversary.

My father-in-law is battling cancer.

He is 79 years old and there is no cure except for a miracle. He is going through chemo to fight the spread of the cancer and to prolong his life.

This weekend he is in Dallas undergoing a new treatment. It is not a cure, but hopefully it will prolong and increase the quality of the life he has. We are hopeful.

However, just as there are many side affects to chemo and other drugs, this treatment comes with its own list.

Please pray...

... that the side affects will be minimal if any.

... for his strength during this time, with all the traveling and treatments. He will be going to Dallas every 2 to 3 weeks. Not an easy journey from our town for me, much less him.

...for my hubby and his brother, as they are having to travel back and forth, his brother from Houston and Kevin from southeast Arkansas, with him and staying with him during treatments. It is a burden they are gladly willing to bear out of love for the man they call "Dad."

...for my mother-in-law as she has to just "wait" and see how her companion of 50 years fairs through all of this.

...Kevin's uncles have also helped get their brother to different treatments and to meeting points to help us out. We are blessed with a family that truly loves and cares about each other.

...traveling safety for everyone involved.

...a miracle or at the very least that this treatment will help Papa feel stronger and have more energy.

...for our family, that we will never lose hope, that we will keep the faith in the Great Healer and have peace.

"Papa" is a treasure. He is a man that loves the Lord, his family and serving others. We have hope that these treatments will help him feel good and be able to go and do like he longs to. My hubby and son are just like him, they are "going and doing" kind of folks.

Thank you for your prayers.

Opposites Attract...

2011-02-24T18:18:00.008-06:00

Today, my lovely state of Arkansas was warned that there would be trouble brewing in the skies. Watches and warnings everywhere.

HOWEVER,

while I was watching this;

and this (I HATE STORMS!!!);

my hubby and son went to do some of this;

Picture taken last summer.

Even after almost 18 years of marriage, it still goes in my "I don't get it" file! They are CRAZY!!! (Yet insists that moments before a storm is the best time to fish.) Heaven help my heart!!!

Gotta love them!

They didn't catch a thing. The storm came up on them too quick. I am sure there will probably be a next time, if Kevin has anything to do with it.

Scrapbook Therapy...

2011-02-22T21:09:00.003-06:00

Tonight was my "Girl's Night Out." Once a month I get to go and hang out with a great group of fun ladies and participate in a hobby I love.

Scrapbooking.

Not only is it good to have a night away from the worries of motherhood for a few hours, but I find that being creative, is therapeutic. I love cutting, gluing and putting a whole jumble of different textures together and then at the end have a personal masterpiece.

The last few years, I haven't had as much time, but I am trying to get back into it at home as well as club. After I moved a few years ago, I got behind on my kiddos albums. With the new year, I am determined to stay on top of things a little better. Instead of stressing out and going way back when, I am working on the last two years, randomly.

At "Club" our hostess comes up with a cute layout for us to do each month. Even though we are learning new techniques and skills together and have the same supplies, the pages all turn out slightly different, with our own creative stamp on them. It is a lot of fun. Even more relaxing is I don't have to be super creative, I can just follow her layout.

Tonight, the theme at scrapbook club, was "Love." I chose a picture from last year's Valentine's day, to go in Jordan's album. As I was scrapbooking around the pictures, I realized how much my little man has changed in the last year. WOW! Time really does fly by...

Here is the finished project of the night.

Isn't it cute?

I had a good time making it. I love taking pictures and I love to scrapbook, both go together nicely.

Do you have a hobby?

Reliving fear...

2011-02-20T18:38:00.003-06:00

I was in 9th grade.

We had just learned a song on a mission trip I had gone on. Three girls were chosen to sing the praise song for our church when we returned home. I was one of the three.

I remember being nervous. I didn't really want to do it, but the leaders insisted. I had done a few skits, readings, sang in the choir before and although it was never my favorite thing to do, I tolerated it. When your dad is the minister, there is often a little more pressure put on you. And then came that moment.

I sang my part alright. I was on key and I remembered the words, so everything should have been fine, right?

WRONG!

Leave it to that one boy, that one boy who I always, for some reason wanted to impress at the time. Leave it to him to open his BIG FAT MOUTH.

"Mich, you sounded like a little girl."

I know it could have been a lot worse, but for some reason that one sentence literally "shut me up." I can't tell you why, just that it affected me. But afterall, I was 15. Does anything a 15 year old do, make sense?

Oh I still sang in choir, because that is what good church girls did when I was growing up, but I was always "worried" about how I sounded. I refused to sing a solo anymore.

Until the summer before my senior year of high school.

My best friend talked me into singing a duet with her at our yearly mission meeting (my parents were missionaries at the time). I remember being sick with nerves. I was scared to death.

I totally psyched myself out. I got off key somewhere and never could find my way back. And I never did sing a solo again. This time there were tears that followed my song. The only highlight of the day, was that one of the missionaries came up to me and said my voice reminded him of Olivia Newton- John (who I loved!!!). At least I graduated from sounding like a little girl to a young off key version of Olivia.

I never really liked the stage. It was way out of my comfort zone to begin with. I never really had a soloist voice either. So, these two moments, mixed with a few others through the years, kept me as far from a stage and microphone as I can get. It gave me an excuse to hang up a hat, I truly never enjoyed wearing in the first place.

My comfort zone has become more of a behind the scenes kind of gal. Through the years I have been blessed in other areas that God has chosen me to serve Him in. Every once in a while He will take me out of that comfort zone, but for the most part He continues to show me the road that will take me to being the best me I can be for Him. We are all a work in progress...

I guess you have been wondering where I am going with all of this...?

My baby girl.

She sang her first solo in the kindergarten Christmas program. She became involved in church programs with AWANA. She sang solos, read scripture, played parts in dramas...until 3rd grade.

She had a part in a musical, a speaking role. The two boys with her, messed up, therefore she messed up. She was really hard on herself (it wasn't that bad) and after that gave up any speaking or singing parts in church or school programs. Sound familiar? I was scared. I was afraid that she was going down the same road as her mom and I felt helpless. She was using me as an excuse, a reason to quit.

Yet, what made it worse, is that there has always been this spark in her. Deep inside she really wanted to sing. Something I never felt. I loved music, but I never desired to sing in front of others. I just love to worship, something I am happy doing from my pew or while washing dishes. Kayla sings everywhere, all the time, just like her dad.

My hubby is known for his singing voice. When he was younger I would tease him about being the "wedding singer." He has sung at more weddings and funerals than I can count. God graced him with a Beautiful gift. He is also a big ham on stage...fearless.

My daughter's personality falls in the middle. Torn. As a baby, she was all daddy, wanting to be the star of the show, then she changed, becoming more shy and reserved like her mom.

Until this week.

Wednesday night after youth group, our music minister comes and asks her to sing with five other teenagers, Sunday morning in church. She would be part of a praise team, on stage, holding her own microphone. To my surprise she said "YES."

When I asked her about it, she said, "Mom, deep down, something is pulling me to sing, but the other part of me just wants to go throw up."

I can understand that. I wanted to throw up. I kept replaying my own memories. Here my baby girl is only a year younger than I was when my fears grabbed hold. I started to worry. I became afraid that someone, somewhere would say the wrong thing or that Kay would mess up or...

And then God got a hold of me and said "My child, Kayla is not YOU. I have great plans for her, her own plans. Let me worry about her journey getting there."

I was reliving my fears through her and God wasn't going to allow it. I let it go and gave the whole situation to Him. It made me think, how many times do we put our fears out there, reliving them through our kids? How many times have I said "no" to little things that might not cause them harm, but I was just afraid they might get hurt, because I did once upon a time?

I can't do that. My job is to protect my kiddos, yes. But when my fears keep them from following God's plan for them, then I need to back off and let God. I just might be surprised at the outcome.

You know what? She did GREAT. She stood up there smiling, singing her heart out and I was so very proud.

I told her later, that there are some gifts and talents she can take after me, but I truly hope in this area she takes after her dad. I want to see her sparkle on that stage some more.

Thank you, Lord for teaching my heart another lesson. Thank you for walking this parenting journey with me, for I know I couldn't do it without you.

Jorboy, #21

2011-02-18T22:02:00.008-06:00

Last night ended our basketball season.

It is bittersweet.

Our church sponsors the Upward Basketball program. It is a faith based program that mixes ball with sharing the Gospel. My hubby has been the minister in charge, the last few years. He and the director of the program, at our church, have spent three nights a week for the past few months up at the church gym. A lot of planning, organizing and time has been spent. And it has been well worth the efforts put forth. It was an exciting season and we grew in numbers from last year. Not to mention that kids and parents heard about the love of Christ during every practice and game. Can't go wrong there.

Yet, we are tired.

It is bittersweet for me, because although I am ready for the season to be over, this was my baby's last season to play with Upward. (It is for kindergarten through 6Th grade) One more reminder that my boy is growing up. Last night I took my camera one more time, for some last game shots. You will have to forgive my photography. I still can't figure out how to get great action shots in our gym, with my camera...

Jordan had hurt his knee the night before at AWANA at church, during rec time. He insisted on playing the last game anyway. I don't think anyone else could tell it hurt him at times, except mom and dad. Then he jammed his finger. It was a tough game for him, but he was determined and ended up having a lot of fun anyway. He is one tough kid!

The games start with prayer and they ended with prayer last night. I could not pass up this photo memory. My favorite picture of the night, seeing young hearts praying before a game.

Jordan had a great season. They practiced hard and played hard. His team was undefeated.

Way to go #21! Mom and Dad are very proud of how you played this year.

A Lesson Learned Over a Candy Bar...

2011-02-15T11:48:00.003-06:00

I got my feelings hurt today.

One of the mom's brought in a whole sack filled with treat bags, for kids and teachers, today at work. When the candy was all passed out, it was clear that I had been forgotten. It really doesn't matter that I can't eat chocolate (allergic), it doesn't really matter that deep in my heart I know the mom would be upset if she knew. What mattered to me all stinkin' morning was the fact that I had been left out. I felt like I was in grade school again.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake that feeling we have all felt at one time or another. The feeling of being picked last. The feeling of being the only one not asked to the dance. The feeling of not being asked to a certain party or fellowship. Feelings that muddle our brains and pour down the insecurity. Even when deep inside, we know better, some days it is just so hard to shake those yucky feelings. For whatever reason, this morning it hit me hard. Probably because the mom responsible, would be the last one I would expect, to forget me.

When you hit age 40, do you start feeling like you are 13 again?

I tried all morning not to let it bother me. I mean, I didn't make a big deal about it, in fact nobody at work knew I was upset. I just couldn't let that train of thought go. It haunted me all morning. I would reason over and over in my head, but it just plain HURT. I know deep down, that she would be upset if she realized her mistake, but my human heart wanted to cry out "It is not about the candy bar!!! It is about the thought. I want to be thought of. I want to be affirmed. I want to be thanked too!"

During my lunch break, I got in my car and VENTED. I said "Lord, it just plain HURTS to be left out, no matter how little or big the circumstances are. Just want a little acknowledgement here, for a job well done."

And He replied as clear as day;

"I understand."

OUCH!

It hit me hard. He really does know doesn't HE?

How many times have I forgot to say "thank you" to the Blessing Maker of the World? How many times have I been too tired or busy to have a little one on one time with the Savior? How many times have I paid bills, selfishly bought something I wanted and then had NOTHING left for the offering plate? How many times have I just forgotten..?

Too many to count.

After my little cry fest over a little candy bar, I found myself wondering if I should write a thank you card to the mom. Her oversight, actually ended up giving me the gift I really needed today...time with my Savior.

Happily Ever After...

2011-02-13T14:59:00.005-06:00

"Belle" from "Beauty and the Beast" drawn by Kayla.

I have always LOVED the Disney cartoons, the fairy tales of "happily ever afters." Even as an adult, I can find myself caught up in the story lines of "true love," "good versus evil" and "good always winning in the end." We all want a "prince" to save the day.

Some of us in this world have been blessed to find that special man, we like to call our "prince charming," however, you can have the best relationship, and still not have the "dream." The reality is that the fairy tales don't exist. They are just fun little stories that send us off into dreamland, an escape to the cruelty that this world often dishes out. There will always be sickness, bills and hurt feelings...

There will always be sin in this world...

Until of course the one true PRINCE of PEACE decides to return, one day. I may not believe in fairy tales, but I do believe in a very happy ending one day. There are some days I may want to question, days I doubt, days I am even angry at God, yet at the end of the day I have a choice. To believe or not believe.

I choose to believe.

I have to, for FAITH is the only thing that sees me through on the rough days. It is the only thing that helps me celebrate on the good ones.

I may type little posts that make it sound like I have the perfect life. I have a blessed life, but it is far from perfect. My kids are considered good kids, yet they still have moments when they fight, talk back and totally embarrass me to death. The hubby, is known to be a man of God, with a great big heart, yet he can be forgetful, lazy and even selfish at times. As for me? I am about as imperfect as you can get. I can worry more than anyone I know, be selfish with my time and hold a grudge for like forever. There is a stack of bills sitting on my table as I type. I have a job that can be stressful. I have allergies like you would not believe. The laundry is piled high, there are dishes in the sink and I can't remember the last time doggie had a bath. By the smell of her, it has been too long. Oh, and there was that little white lie I told the other day...

We are an imperfect family, living in an imperfect world, moving along one day at a time. We just have something that many people, sadly, don't have...

The knowledge of how to get a fairytale ending after all.

We choose to have HOPE.

I choose to believe that my prince charming is none other than Jesus Christ himself. And He might not save me from today's grief, but He did save my heart. And that, my friends, is the true love story. A true Valentine message.

"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall have eternal life."

John 3:16

So, I would like to wish all of you a very Happy Valentine's Day! May it be filled with blessings of LOVE and HOPE of a very "happily ever after."

Blessings!

Oh, and if you want to know more about my TRUE PRINCE, let me know. I would love to tell you about Him.

Ephesians 1:18-19

2011-02-12T23:00:00.003-06:00

"I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened

in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you,

the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints,

and his incomparably great power for us who believe."

At the end of the day...

2011-02-11T20:07:00.003-06:00

Today, I held a baby at work, who melted my heart with his precious smiles.

Today, my son cleaned his room, which always makes my mommy heart smile, but his "I love you" meant more than a zillion clean rooms.

Today, the hubby ran some errands for me and called to check on me, showing me again and again how much he cares. I love how he always says "I love you" before he hangs up the phone.

Today, Kayla and I had girl's night. We ate carryout from the local Mexican restaurant, had a frosty from Wendy's (it was a calorie free night!!!) and watched an old movie called "Anna and the King" with Jodie Foster. It was a fun night and did my mommy heart some good. I love that she still loves to hang out with her momma!!!

I had a good day. I was blessed and constantly reminded how loved I am. But at the end of the day, it matters not how much I am loved, but rather how much I love and who...

"The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love."

Galatians 5:6

I am still plugging along through the Bible. I read and fell in love with this little treasure of a verse. I am humbled everyday, to know that I am graced with the Heavenly Father's love. I am challenged everyday to show my faith in Him, by sharing my love of Him with others. WE ARE CALLED TO LOVE.

Blessings!

Daddy/Daughter Time...

2011-02-10T08:08:00.000-06:00

Isn't she cute decked out in daddy's camo?

I love both my kiddos dearly. For whatever reason, I was blessed with both a girl and a boy, in that order. When she was little, Kay was a daddy's girl. He was always the one of us doing something, and she always wanted to be going. Then along came Jordan, my baby boy.

Although he has stages of being a mama's boy, he loves to go and do, just like his dad. They love the great outdoors. In fact Jordan can't sit still, he always has to be doing something. And if there is something to be done outside, then all the better. Mix his active spirit, with Kayla growing up into a young woman and wanting her "space," and pretty soon, Jordan is the one hogging all of daddy's time.

Until yesterday.

Jordan got an invite to a friend's house for the day( and night), which left Kev and Kayla finding things to do together. They went riding around in the snow on the four-wheeler and watched movies together. I had gone to take a nap (bad headache crushing my snow day spirit) and I could hear them laughing and talking together in the next room. A sweet snow day memory for this mom.

So although I miss my little man something crazy (did I just admit that?!), I am thankful that Kay and her dad had some daddy/daughter time yesterday.

Happy Snow Day!
Blessings!

Toto, We are not in Arkansas anymore...

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The booted feet belong to Kayla and me. She thought it looked like there was a heart on the ground in between our feet.

Somewhere in the past month, I guess I moved up north and didn't realize it. It is snowing AGAIN. In case you are wondering what the big deal is, let me explain...AGAIN.

We here in south ARKANSAS don't get snow. Maybe ONE snow day every three years (and that is usually for ice, rather than snow), BUT NOTHING LIKE THIS. We don't even have snow days planned in the school calendar. At this rate my kiddos will be going to school all summer long.

Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE THE SNOW.

I love the beauty of it.

I love wearing cute sweaters, jackets and boots.

I love a hot drink when it is cold outside.

I love a big comfy blanket to snuggle under.

I love all the fun my kids have playing outside.

I love all the picture opportunities.

Nothing is better than a bowl of yummy soup on a cold day.

YET,

I don't like standing in line at the grocery store because you need that gallon of milk and loaf of bread, just like 5 zillion other people.

I don't like driving on slippery roads and feeling trapped 'cause I can't just get up and go.

I don't like my son going stir crazy. (Thanking the Lord, today, for the friend that asked him over today!)

I don't like it that my hubby has control of the flicker 24/7.

I don't like it that I will spend most of the snow day/holiday CLEANING, because I haven't had time to all week.

I don't like the water all over the kitchen floor from wet boots...

So, if you watched the news/weather, than you know that my little 'ol state is pretty much COVERED in a white blanket today. Tomorrow the temps are not to even begin getting high enough to melt it all off, so they say. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Maybe if I work a little today, I can spend the day playing tomorrow.

Snow days! Gotta love them. In the meantime I keep thinking I will wake up and realize that I was just dreaming and went to Montana...

Hope you are having a beautiful day!

Blessings!