"God is doing a greater work in us, and that can only come as we learn to trust him no matter how dark the days and sleepless the nights. And it is only as we have been through the darkness with him that what we know with our heads slides down into our hearts, and our hearts no longer demand answers. The Why? becomes unimportant when we believe that God can and will redeem the pain for our good and his glory.... When I put the sovereignty of God beside his unfailing love, my heart can rest."
Verdell Davis
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Surgery Postponed
Since I'm at a loss for words I'm gonna direct you to Josh's blog, he pretty much sums up how I feel anyway.
http://www.passionatepastorsponderings.blogspot.com
http://www.passionatepastorsponderings.blogspot.com
Cardboard Testimonies
This is an amazing video. I hope you'll take the time to watch it. After you've had a chance to view the video take a few minutes to think about your own cardboard testimony.
Here’s mine………….
Tried marriage my way – failed twice
Tried marriage God’s way – will celebrate 10 years in February 09
Thank you Father
Here’s mine………….
Tried marriage my way – failed twice
Tried marriage God’s way – will celebrate 10 years in February 09
Thank you Father
Friday, June 20, 2008
New Surgery Date
For those of you who follow my blog and are interested, Christy’s surgery has been pushed back a few days. She has an open sore on her ankle so as a precaution the doctor has started her on antibiotics, oral and topical, and has rescheduled her surgery for June 30th. Please continue to pray for her. Pray for peace and patience. Thanks!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Cicadas - Away With You!
My dog is a pansy! He’s afraid of a bug. Now, if you’ve read my previous posts then you know he is willing to risk life and limb, both his and mine, by taking on a great dane but a little bug is out of the question. He went out to potty a couple of days ago and as he was running back to the house he was being followed by a screaming cicada. I’m sure he felt like he was being chased so now he won’t go out to potty. Crazy dog cowers down like its bath time if you open the back door and tell him to go potty. He will happily run out the front door since the trees are far enough from the house that he can potty without a cicada encounter but this could be hazardous to his life since the street is out that door.
And just so you know, both my kids are pansies too. Kyle and I went to Cynthiana last night to pick up Christy’s yard sale stuff, so as we’re out and about Christy starts making noise like some creature from Lost while screaming, “get it off of me, get it off of me. “ Then I hear this whimpering sound coming from Kyle, 21 years old, 6 foot tall and he won’t even swat a bug off of his sister who is about to have an embolism due to said bug! I swear! I told both of them they were the biggest pansies I know. If I didn’t know better I would think those kids belong to Lori! :)
But seriously, it’s time for the cicadas to GO AWAY already! I’m sick of them. We can’t even go for a nice relaxing walk without having to scream at each other just to be heard. Our poor little trees in the front yard are absolutely covered with these things. And let me just tell you, if you walk up to a tree and look one of these creatures in the eye - IT WILL zap your head. I speak from experience people!
When I left for work yesterday our neighborhood looked like a war zone. We had some pretty serious storms the night before so there were trash containers everywhere, tree limbs and partial trees down on every street and the dead soldiers (cicadas) strewn all over the place. I’ve never seen so many dead bugs at one time in all my life, and just so you know – Jack is just as afraid of them dead as he is when they're alive.
So my questions are this……..
Why did God make these irritating 17 year bugs and when the heck are they leaving?!!!!!!!!
In case you live on Mars and haven't seen a cicada look here.
And just so you know, both my kids are pansies too. Kyle and I went to Cynthiana last night to pick up Christy’s yard sale stuff, so as we’re out and about Christy starts making noise like some creature from Lost while screaming, “get it off of me, get it off of me. “ Then I hear this whimpering sound coming from Kyle, 21 years old, 6 foot tall and he won’t even swat a bug off of his sister who is about to have an embolism due to said bug! I swear! I told both of them they were the biggest pansies I know. If I didn’t know better I would think those kids belong to Lori! :)
But seriously, it’s time for the cicadas to GO AWAY already! I’m sick of them. We can’t even go for a nice relaxing walk without having to scream at each other just to be heard. Our poor little trees in the front yard are absolutely covered with these things. And let me just tell you, if you walk up to a tree and look one of these creatures in the eye - IT WILL zap your head. I speak from experience people!
When I left for work yesterday our neighborhood looked like a war zone. We had some pretty serious storms the night before so there were trash containers everywhere, tree limbs and partial trees down on every street and the dead soldiers (cicadas) strewn all over the place. I’ve never seen so many dead bugs at one time in all my life, and just so you know – Jack is just as afraid of them dead as he is when they're alive.
So my questions are this……..
Why did God make these irritating 17 year bugs and when the heck are they leaving?!!!!!!!!
In case you live on Mars and haven't seen a cicada look here.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Funk
It’s Monday and I’m in a funk. I just can’t seem to pull myself out of it either. Yesterday should have been a great day, but I just couldn't seem to get myself in the mood to enjoy anything. Church was absolutely wonderful but after that the day just went downhill and I can’t even say why. I hate it when I get like this. What is my problem anyway? I feel like I’m in a slow moving wagon headed down a steep hill, I see everybody as I’m traveling down and they're all laughing and having a good time but I just can’t get off and join in. I’d rather just stay in the wagon and wallow in my sorrows. Its midlife I suppose, one of those wonderful phenomenon’s you just can’t put your finger on. I thought I had bypassed all this crap by having a hysterectomy but I suppose instead I just jumped in head first. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to deal with it. Hopefully I can have a decent post sometime later this week.
To put the focus where it should be - Would you please pray for Jason, Tracy, Bekah and Sammi. They need all of us right now and since we can’t be in Michigan with them let’s join up with them in prayer. Thanks!
To put the focus where it should be - Would you please pray for Jason, Tracy, Bekah and Sammi. They need all of us right now and since we can’t be in Michigan with them let’s join up with them in prayer. Thanks!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Heroes
When Chris and I were going through our pre-marital counseling Joe and Deirdra asked us who our earthly heroes were and why. Thankfully Chris had to answer first so I had some time to think, not that I needed to think of who my hero was, it’s just that I have three so I was trying to decide which one to tell about. Turns out, I told about all three. I guess I’m a bad wife because I have no clue how Chris answered. However, my answers are the same today as they were back then.
My Granny – It’s really hard to give one reason as to why my Granny is one of my heroes because there are a whole host of reasons that I could easily choose. She had the most beautiful silver hair you’ve ever seen and she wore an apron every day, not just a short one that tied around the waist but the kind that also looped around her neck. And she always had a safety pin or two pinned to it just in case of emergencies. I love my Granny so much. She and my Granddad moved in with my family when I was around two. My mom worked outside the home so Granny was my live in baby-sitter. Now that I’m an adult I realize it couldn’t have been easy for my parents to have my grand-parents living in our house, but it was great for me. Granny would tell stories endlessly about her life growing up and the years they spent living on the Dale farm. I heard those stories over and over but I never got tired of them. If I were asked to sum up Granny in one word it would be LOVE, and yes, with all capital letters. She was like an old mother hen tucking her little chicks up under her, she would grab you and pull you in really close and hold you really tight. She loved with everything she had, and not just her own - she also loved everybody we loved. She gave her heart so freely and so beautifully, I have never met anyone else like her. Granny lost her husband and four of her children before the Lord called her home, I often wonder why she was called to endure such heartache for those she loved so very much. But I find comfort in knowing that more than she loved any of us, Granny loved her Jesus and she knew that one day she would be reunited with those who had gone ahead of her. One of her favorite hymns was The Old Rugged Cross and she lived every day of her life clinging to that Cross. On March 23, 1996 my Granny quietly and peacefully left this earth with me, Phillip & Dianne at her side. She was finally able to exchange her cross for a crown. And I know without question when she arrived at the throne she pulled Jesus really close and is still holding Him really tight waiting there for the rest of us to arrive.
My Mom - My mother was a strong independent woman. She worked outside the home, long before most women did, until she became too ill to work. I believe she actually loved her jobs. Oh, she grew weary like most of us do, but I think she really liked going to work every day. She worked so that my brothers and I could have some of the extras in life. Money was tight in our family but we never realized it until we got older. There was no guessing where you stood with momma, she always let you know just what she thought about everything, even if you really didn’t want to know. Looking back on her life I’ve come to realize my momma was a daddy’s girl. She loved her mother but her eyes always had a special glow with just the mention of my granddaddy. I love imagining her running around as a little girl following her daddy through the fields chattering nonstop, and my granddaddy was so very patient so I’m sure he would have just listened with his heart and encouraged her the whole time. My mom was a tough cookie but she had a soft side that not enough people got to know. We lost momma in August of 1984 when she lost a very courageous battle to breast cancer. She fought with everything she had to beat that dreaded disease, but in the end she just had nothing left to fight with. I watched her suffer and I saw her take her last breath. I was so afraid to be in the room with her when she passed away but so very glad now that I was. I can only hope that if I’m ever faced with such a tough task I too can display the same courage and raw determination that she did. I miss her terribly.
My daughter – It was snowing on April 15, 1980 when we were driving to the hospital. I was only 18 years old when I gave birth to Christy, just a child myself. Looking back now I have to thank the Lord for her two wonderful grandmothers, not sure how I would have survived those early years without them. When Christy was a wee four year old she was diagnosed with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. Some people probably wouldn’t have understood the weight of that diagnosis, but having watched my dear granddaddy battle the same horrible disease I knew all too well exactly what it would mean. Christy has lived a life filled with much pain but she has never once faltered. And in spite of her struggles she has grown into a beautiful, happy, fulfilled woman of God. She is so very strong! She faces every day head on and is so determined not to give up. She has more fight in that little body than a hundred soldiers at war. I am humbled by her strength and truly amazed at her tenacity. God has entrusted me with the greatest of gifts and I can’t express how blessed I am to have been chosen to be her mother.
The photo on the left is my Granny in 1988.
The right is my Dad, me and Momma taken in 1977.
My Granny – It’s really hard to give one reason as to why my Granny is one of my heroes because there are a whole host of reasons that I could easily choose. She had the most beautiful silver hair you’ve ever seen and she wore an apron every day, not just a short one that tied around the waist but the kind that also looped around her neck. And she always had a safety pin or two pinned to it just in case of emergencies. I love my Granny so much. She and my Granddad moved in with my family when I was around two. My mom worked outside the home so Granny was my live in baby-sitter. Now that I’m an adult I realize it couldn’t have been easy for my parents to have my grand-parents living in our house, but it was great for me. Granny would tell stories endlessly about her life growing up and the years they spent living on the Dale farm. I heard those stories over and over but I never got tired of them. If I were asked to sum up Granny in one word it would be LOVE, and yes, with all capital letters. She was like an old mother hen tucking her little chicks up under her, she would grab you and pull you in really close and hold you really tight. She loved with everything she had, and not just her own - she also loved everybody we loved. She gave her heart so freely and so beautifully, I have never met anyone else like her. Granny lost her husband and four of her children before the Lord called her home, I often wonder why she was called to endure such heartache for those she loved so very much. But I find comfort in knowing that more than she loved any of us, Granny loved her Jesus and she knew that one day she would be reunited with those who had gone ahead of her. One of her favorite hymns was The Old Rugged Cross and she lived every day of her life clinging to that Cross. On March 23, 1996 my Granny quietly and peacefully left this earth with me, Phillip & Dianne at her side. She was finally able to exchange her cross for a crown. And I know without question when she arrived at the throne she pulled Jesus really close and is still holding Him really tight waiting there for the rest of us to arrive.
My Mom - My mother was a strong independent woman. She worked outside the home, long before most women did, until she became too ill to work. I believe she actually loved her jobs. Oh, she grew weary like most of us do, but I think she really liked going to work every day. She worked so that my brothers and I could have some of the extras in life. Money was tight in our family but we never realized it until we got older. There was no guessing where you stood with momma, she always let you know just what she thought about everything, even if you really didn’t want to know. Looking back on her life I’ve come to realize my momma was a daddy’s girl. She loved her mother but her eyes always had a special glow with just the mention of my granddaddy. I love imagining her running around as a little girl following her daddy through the fields chattering nonstop, and my granddaddy was so very patient so I’m sure he would have just listened with his heart and encouraged her the whole time. My mom was a tough cookie but she had a soft side that not enough people got to know. We lost momma in August of 1984 when she lost a very courageous battle to breast cancer. She fought with everything she had to beat that dreaded disease, but in the end she just had nothing left to fight with. I watched her suffer and I saw her take her last breath. I was so afraid to be in the room with her when she passed away but so very glad now that I was. I can only hope that if I’m ever faced with such a tough task I too can display the same courage and raw determination that she did. I miss her terribly.
My daughter – It was snowing on April 15, 1980 when we were driving to the hospital. I was only 18 years old when I gave birth to Christy, just a child myself. Looking back now I have to thank the Lord for her two wonderful grandmothers, not sure how I would have survived those early years without them. When Christy was a wee four year old she was diagnosed with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. Some people probably wouldn’t have understood the weight of that diagnosis, but having watched my dear granddaddy battle the same horrible disease I knew all too well exactly what it would mean. Christy has lived a life filled with much pain but she has never once faltered. And in spite of her struggles she has grown into a beautiful, happy, fulfilled woman of God. She is so very strong! She faces every day head on and is so determined not to give up. She has more fight in that little body than a hundred soldiers at war. I am humbled by her strength and truly amazed at her tenacity. God has entrusted me with the greatest of gifts and I can’t express how blessed I am to have been chosen to be her mother.
The photo on the left is my Granny in 1988.The right is my Dad, me and Momma taken in 1977.
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