Still Kicking!

As we've said before, there is no guilt in blogland...
I will say it's been almost 6 weeks since I last blogged and I really don't know where the time has gone!

Sweet daughter is home and we are enjoying her for this Christmas break from Abilene.

The Christmas Musical was last night, and absolutely beautiful! I was so very proud of every person involved.
We had children singing with all their hearts, soloists moving people to tears, narrators with the perfect speaking voices, and a tech crew that I would hold up to any other tech crew in the country! The building was full and that is always a wonderful feeling. There was energy and excitement, and God was present! It was perfect...

There is a very warm and satisfied feeling in my soul.
All is calm...

Blessings as you finish preparing for this week of Christmas!

JOY! JOY! JOY!
Join us for a beautiful evening of song and celebration
as the College Church presents:
JOY! JOY! JOY!
Dress in your Christmas best and come enjoy the music.
We can't wait to see you!
Admission is FREE
1284 E. Bullard, Fresno
(between First and Millbrook)
www.collegecofc.com

This is the text that is printed on about 700 postcards that will be handed out very soon inviting people to the musical...

They are on cute "Christmas-y" postcards and look beautiful.

Can you tell me, though, what is wrong with this post card? The thing that after 3 people proofread (aside from a grammatical slide, Wendy) should have been caught?

I'll let you simmer on that for a moment...

Blessings!

It seems like I'm forgetting...

I was heading out the door for work feeling like I'd forgotten something.

Have you had those times? You can't put your finger on it, but there was a strange feeling that I hadn't done something I was supposed to do.

Walked back through the house...checked the dog, the front door was locked, all appliances were off and unplugged. Looked in the mirror...all jewelry and lip gloss intact, clothes were on, buttoned, zipped.

Looked here and there making sure there was nothing else I hadn't done.

Such a strange feeling. Just this nagging, won't let go thought that there's a problem. Texted my daughter, she was fine. Prayed that whatever it was, God would shower grace on me and help me either remember, or take it away.

Driving to work, about half way there (which is about a quarter mile), I finally saw what I'd forgotten.

I turned around and went back to the house to slip some shoes on!

Blessings.

A Historical Moment

I had the privilege of voting today for propositions, local government officials, and of course, who will hold one of the most powerful and important offices in the world...President and Vice President of the United States of America.

I had voted "absentee" but still needed to go to the polling place and turn in my ballot. I like to do that because they give me the little "I voted" sticker. I like the sticker.

As nice as that all was, my favorite part of the morning was walking in there with my grown up son who was able this year, for the first time, to cast his vote. It seems like yesterday we were playing Lego's in the floor...

Blessings..........and don't forget to Vote!

TV Land

On Sunday morning, I wake up very early. I love to get a jump on the day. It is, after all, my very favorite day of the week.
I like the way we all seem to be headed the same direction in the day. We know what the day is going to hold, and we enjoy walking through it together each week.

Because I wake so early, there's not much except for an "Info-mercial" or two on the T.V.

I'm aware that I could sit and put my make up on in silence, but the silence plays tricks on my brain and I need something to occupy it so I won't worry, make up things that might go wrong, fret about what I'm not ready for...etc.

This morning, two of my favorites were on. Andy Griffith, followed by Little House on the Prairie. At one point, during Little House, when Charles Ingalls was making one of the big "lessons" from the show, I had to stop putting on the make up and dab the little tear forming as to not smudge the work already done on my face. I thought Lex was still asleep, but next to me in the bed, I hear the sound of someone losing their stomach...in a joking manner. He ruined it. The moment...the Little House moment.

That's o.k..there's always next week and as long as the line up includes I Love Lucy, Andy Griffith, Leave it to Beaver, or Little House, all will be right with the world.

Blessings~

If you were with me in the summer, you will remember me posting about the "garden" the young children of the church planted. This is the garden nearing the end of October. It's beautiful! It went from being an ignored part of our church plant to a beautiful focal point when people drive by.

God's creation continues to amaze me. Over and over, no matter how old I get, I am amazed at the earth and her function and formation. Many of these flowers will need to go to seed soon. It will be getting cold and the garden will take on a "winter" look. But, how exciting to think of what it will be again, in the Spring!

Blessings!

Random Thoughts

This is random...
BUT, it's my blog so I'm allowed to be random, right?

When I went to Texas to pick up my girl from school, she told me during an "outing" that we had to "make a stop". No problem...

I waited in the truck as instructed and out she came with this plate. It was mother's day weekend, and during Finals Prep, and Finals Week, she had found time to go paint this plate for me.

If you're a Mom, you know the sweetness of this gift. I couldn't let just anything go on this plate, so, I waited until I had made what I thought were beautiful cookies to go on the beautiful plate. The best thing about it is that when the cookies are gone, instead of being sad, it's a joy to see that sweet "LOVE" painted in the corner.

The cookies were good, but there's nothing sweeter than that plate.

Blessings.

Relationships

One of the things I'm most grateful for in this life are relationships.

Relationships that have developed over time, some beautiful, some difficult, many eternal, all a blessing.

I've already posted about my sweet daughter being so far from home and very ill...but I haven't told you "THE THING" that pulled me personally through that time.

I was in Nashville working the ZOE Conference and as always, found it to be wonderful, as well as exhausting. Imagine being thrown in a situation that requires your total attention from early morning until late at night. Non-stop...and at the same time, listening to your baby girl on the phone sound like someone you've never met before because she is so sick.

I slept very little because once I finally got to the hotel, I just laid there thinking about my sick girl. Wondering what in the world I should do. Should I change my flight and go to her?

If I were a millionaire, there would have been no question. But I'm not...so every dollar counts...

The pharmacy wouldn't give her the meds she needed because she had lost her insurance card when her purse was stolen. They wouldn't let me give her my "numbers" over the phone to pay for the meds because they have to swipe the card personally.

I finally asked to please speak to the pharmacist...

"Look", I said. "I don't know if you have children, but my baby is standing in front of you and is very sick. She desperately needs this medicine. I am a very long way from her and would like to pay for this medicine if you will please take this card number over the phone."

She put me on hold and as I sat quietly on the other end praying, I realized how much is out of my control...again.

She came back and agreed to break "policy" and allow me to pay the almost $500 bill with a card over the phone. Thank you!

That night, Lex and I talked about me changing my flight home so I could head to Abilene when we stopped in Dallas, instead of Fresno. I had one last idea. I believe I had help thinking of this because quite frankly, I wasn't thinking clearly at all.

I called a lady I've met maybe twice. "Ms Sharpie" is the name the girls from the Ko-Jo-Kai club call her. She is a precious older lady...a past Kojie herself. She attends the church with Ashley, and one of her main tasks is to take care of those girls.

I found her number and through a shaky voice told her about my girl and how sick she was...and did she think she might be able to go look in on her and let me know if I needed to come.

She reprimanded me for not calling sooner, told me how much she thought of my girl, and said she'd get right on it. And she did. She checked...and then she called me back... Here's what she said:

"Now Mama!?" (imagine in a beautiful seasoned Texan tone), "I've checked on our girl. She's sick alright...but she's gonna be fine. I don't want you to come. I don't want you to worry. I'm on it and I will continue to take care of her until she's well. I will take her to my house if I need to! I will call you often and let you know how she is. But don't come. I've got her now."

As I listened to this precious lady tell me what's what...I thought of how stupid I was for not calling sooner. Didn't even think about it. Just tried to handle it myself. Through tears I thanked her and she again assured me everything was going to be fine.

Isn't it amazing? This community we have throughout the world...all because of Jesus Christ.

I am so grateful...

Restless

There are times when I struggle for a full night of sleep.

I'm not one who has trouble going to sleep initially, but STAYING asleep is another story.

I wake up about every 1.5 to 2 hours. Every night. Stay awake for a while and then finally drift off again until I wake again a couple hours later. I rarely go a night without seeing midnight, 2:30-ish, 4:40 ish...

I'm a person who struggles with worry. My brain won't shut off. My heart won't stop pounding over things I can't control but worry about any way.

Some may say my faith isn't strong enough. Some may think I'm not trusting God. I don't know...maybe "they" are right...

I have decided, though, that if I'm going to be awake, I might as well relax and enjoy it. So, I've basically started having conversations with God that last all night long. They start when I first go to sleep, and just continue throughout the night in 2 hour intervals.

I never run out of things to say. Just to praise Him for all He has done would take a lifetime.

I still worry, I wonder, I question, I fret over things I can't control or change. But, God is there...every time I wake in a panic. He's there. I'm so grateful.

Psalm 5:11-12
But let all who take refuge in you rejoice; let them sing joyful praises forever.
Protect them, so all who love your name may be filled with joy.
For you bless the godly, O Lord, surrounding them with your shield of love.

Sick

When I was a young mother, with young children, I thought there was nothing worse than to see those babies sick. I remember feeling helpless when they had a flu or terrible bug of some sort. You do what you can to make them feel better, but ultimately, it's just a difficult time to watch and feel helpless.

I have decided that there is a feeling that is just as bad, if not worse.

Being an OLD mother with grown children who are very ill.

Last week, while at the ZOE Conference in Nashville, I realized my girl was very sick. I have never felt quite so helpless, and even a little angry because I couldn't get to her. I've been listening to her for a couple weeks deteriorate in health because she wouldn't/couldn't stop and rest and get well. (she gets that from her father!)

Finally, her body took over and she went to the Dr. to find she had ear, nose, throat infections, along with bronchitis and OH!, is that a touch of wheezing/fluid in your lung?

After hours of struggling with the pharmacist to provide the medication, (they weren't wanting to give her the medicine because when her purse was stolen, so was her insurance card!) and a shot of antibiotic as well as a steroid shot, she finally had what she needed to begin recovery.

Yes, so my deduction is that when they are babies, at least you get to be with them and hold them while they are sick. This grown up thing stinks. But, I guess I don't have a choice but to get used to it!

Blessings!

A Good Cure for a Bad Day

Today was one of those "3 steps forward, 2 steps back" kind of days.

I did everything the same, for the most part, but the day was frustrating. And it's far from being over.

As I was driving BACK to the place I had just left because I realized I had left my cell phone there, I drove by a Baskin Robbins. I don't know if Baskin Robbins is nationwide so let me explain...

Ice Cream. Very good Ice Cream.

I never, well, very rarely, go into a Baskin Robbins. Usually, it's to get an Ice Cream Cake. But, I believe this was the first time I had gone into one all by myself with no other reason but to ease my pain of a day.

O.K. Dr Phil, go ahead and analyze me. Yes, I use food to soothe myself. So shoot me.

"Yes, can I have a large mint chip milkshake, please." (and "fast" was what I wanted to tag on the end of my request!)

The girl looked at me and said, "a large?"

"Yes...please" (I can't not say please...[sorry Wendy])

"O.K." she said in a tone that meant I didn't know what I was talking about.

Her back was to me for a few minutes and then she produced the most beautiful, largest bunch of mint chip in a glass I'd ever seen. I heard angels sing. LOUD! AND ON PITCH!!

I'm back at work. I've re-binded 20 books of music that had been bound wrong, retrieved my cell phone, and have sipped lovingly at my beautiful milkshake.

Things are looking up!

How to Help

Have you ever griped and griped about something, particularly to a family member, and been discouraged and obsessively focused on an issue that really isn't something you can change, no matter how much you nag about it?

And then, as if some big light came shooting out of the sky and slapped you upside the head you realize you are part of the problem?

I'm grateful for big lights slapping me upside the head...and I'm taking a new approach to all things frustrating. Encourage instead of Criticize. Be Thankful instead of Complain. Support instead of Tear Down.

I'll let you know how it works. My guess is, I'll be happier, and so will the people who come in contact with me.

Ephesians 3:16-19
I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord's people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge -- that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

Blessings!

The "80's"

My sweet girl and her precious roommate are both in a club that had an "80's Rush" this weekend...

This summer, while home, my girl solicited the talents of her Grandma to make her a special outfit that would have been worn in the 80's. We actually found a pattern that had been used to make me a "concert outfit" about that time...so, Grandma and Ashley headed to the fabric store, purchased the material, and after many "fittings", produced this amazing 80's replica.

I believe there's a picture of me from the 80's that is a striking resemblance to this picture of my daughter...the only difference is I was embracing the times and she's making fun of the times! OUCH!!

Good Job, Grandma. And, Ashley, you're beautiful even in poor fashion choices with big shoulder pads...(and so is that lovely roommate of yours!)

Blessings

The Hitch

Saturday afternoon, my son was in the driveway/garage working on the trailer hitch on his truck. Something wasn't the way he wanted it to be. It was crooked, or something...so, he crawled under that truck and worked for a few hours on the problem. I checked on him a couple of times as I was doing laundry. (My machines are in the garage.) There seemed to be a bit of frustration because I guess it was not only the hitch that was crooked, but the frame of the truck, or something like that. I felt poorly that I couldn't fix it for him...whatever it was that was broken.

I listened to him talk about the situation, not understanding much of what he said, but wished desperately that I could figure out an answer for him that would allow him to come in from the hot cement and relax for a bit. It's tough, as our kids get older we are not able to "fix" things for them like when they were little...

After many hot hours of working, pounding, straining, long minutes of just laying there and looking, he came in to me and said with grease covering his smiling face and arms, "Wanna come see?"

I followed him out to the garage as he said to his Dad, "Hand me that white towel." I had some old towels that were no longer good for indoor use, so I washed them and gave them to him for rags. He spread out that white towel on the ground under the back of the truck and patted the ground/towel saying, "Here, Mom, get down here."

Those of you who know me...can you see me on the hot cement under a truck? I didn't think so.

But, do you think there was anywhere I'd rather be at that moment? Absolutely not. My son wanted to show me his work. He was proud of his accomplishment and wanted me to see it and explain it to me in detail.

So, my favorite part of my weekend was kneeling on a white towel with my son, looking up under the bed of his truck listening to things I don't understand.

Hope your weekend was good...
Blessings.

Precious!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AR4PQ30VkBk



Enjoy this...really, take a minute, actually, I think it's about 1 1/2 minutes. It's precious...



Blessings!

Finding Your Own Path

It's a bit overdue, but this is the First Day of School picture for my sweet son.

I'm so proud of him. It's difficult to figure out exactly what you want and how you want to get it when you're 19.(Oh, let's not kid each other...sometimes at 40 something I'm not positive I know what I'm doing!)

You don't always know what it is you are looking for, but you sure know when you're in a situation that rubs against your personal grain.

He went against the tide, left ACU, came home, thought, prayed, figured some things out, and a few weeks ago started back taking classes relevant to his life. He's doing beautifully. Learning a lot. Working a lot. And finding his own path.

He's a wonderful young man and I'm very proud of him.

Blessings.

Shake Things Up!

Last night, rather late, son and I were watching some silly mindless t.v. while I was actually trying to go to sleep. He has a wonderful tradition/habit of waiting until I'm almost out and then jumping on the bed to chat.

Those of you who have children know, particularly when they get to the teenage years, it doesn't matter what time it is. If they are ready to talk, even if it's casual and mindless...you listen.

So, he has learned to talk to me while my eyes are closed. I'm not asleep. I'm just very close.

We made a deal, with my eyes closed, that he will accompany me to something I have to do Saturday morning, if I will accompany him to something he is doing later in the day. We talked about school, work, his sister, all with my eyes closed.

Then he said, "I think we need to shake things up around here!"

O.K. My eyes are now open. "What do you mean? What, exactly, do we need to shake up?"

He proceeded to tell me about all the things that he thinks we should do to get our house, our yard, our schedules, our dog, even our bodies in better shape! The list was endless...my mind was spinning. I just wanted to go to sleep, but this young person was challenging me to better things. How dare he?!

I have said this numerous times, but my children make me a better me. They have been such a tremendous blessing in my life and I can't imagine who I would have been without them.

So, in our home, we are going to "Shake Things Up" a little bit. I don't know exactly what that means, but I'm looking forward to it!

I just hope one of those new "shake-ups" means I can get to sleep a little earlier at night!

Blessings.

Out of Character

Me, and 10,000 other people from the Central Valley stood in line for about 6 hours to audition for the game show "Deal or No Deal"!

To some of you, that is no big "DEAL"!

However, for those of you who know my personality, you know it was a step out of my "comfort zone".

First, to stand in a very long line (6 hours...did I mention I stood for 6 hours?) with 10,000 people crammed in a "bingo room" of a casino is very unlike me. About 4 hours into it, I finally told Lex, "can you imagine the germs in this room?"

Then, when you finally reach the front of the line, you and 10 other people go to a table with one interviewer and have 30 seconds to "WOW" them with your over-the-top-bubbly personality.

O.k..that's a problem...I don't want to look stupid, however, they assured us that unless you bring your silliest goofiest bubbliest self to the table, they won't remember you. So, I will say I more bubbly than I'm comfortable with.

Then, after your time is up, they say, "o.k., thank you very much. We have your contact info." And you leave.

I probably won't get chosen. I know some people had "call backs" the next day, to which I would have had to say..."sorry, I'll be leading worship. Can you make it in the afternoon?"

They did tell us that they keep the papers and call people as long as a year later.

You never know.

The best part was getting 6 hours with my husband...just the two of us...oh, and 9,998 other people.

Blessings!

Out of Character

I am officially declaring this weekend to be "do something out of character" weekend!

Saturday morning , I'm doing something TOTALLY out of character. It's so very out of character I can't bring myself to tell you what it is....YET! However, because I am a bit silly with excitement and anticipation, I had to at least tell you this much!

I promise to tell you all what I attempted sometime next week. I think. Maybe. (and you will all probably say "so what was the big deal about that?!")

However, until then, imagine good things for me, please.

And...do something different! Out of character!

C'mon! It'll be fun!

Faith...

My conclusion regarding the subject of faith is that each day is an opportunity to watch it grow or shrink, depending on how we act or react to various situations.

I'm sure you have all had days, or weeks, or maybe even years when you felt your faith was being tested. You wondered if God was paying any attention at all to you...had he forgotten you?

But for the most part, our days are average regular days that have tiny, hidden opportunity in them.

I want to encourage you to look at the small stuff. Examine the way you speak to your spouse, your child, your co-worker. Do something out of the ordinary...just because you want to show your love. Live in a positive bubble instead of leaning toward the "doubting Thomas" that lurks in each of us.

Read this and know it's power...
"For I know the plans I have for you, " declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28

I don't know if you needed to hear that today...but I did.
Blessings!

The Purse

Daughter called last week to tell me she couldn't find her purse.

Of course, the first assumption is that it was left somewhere in all the excitement and just hasn't been retrieved. I think, though, she already knew the sad sort of affair this was, but didn't want to break it to me quite yet.

So, as I asked questions, where did you leave it?, what exactly was in your purse?, are you sure it wasn't just misplaced?, and so on...she patiently (for the most part) answered all my questions.

This purse was new, the wallet was a treasure she had saved her money for, the sunglasses were a "designer-too-expensive" purchase. Her phone, her license, her Walmart card (you don't leave home in Texas without it!), her ATM/Debit card, her truck keys, her house keys, and all her cash. Oh...and, her original birth certificate and social security card! Are you kidding me? Really? Yup. It's all gone.

So, after feeling my heart pound wildly, her brother and I went on a site that "locks" your identity just in case the little twit that stole the purse is smart enough to figure out how to steal her life, too. We suspended her phone so they can't make any calls to their friends across the ocean, and we've cancelled the ATM card and ordered her a new one.

The license was a challenge...you see, you have to be present to get a new license. Present in the state that you originally were issued that license. And, of course, you can't drive without one, but you live off campus and your school and work are on campus. What do you do?

Well, you are issued a "paper" license that you can only use out of state. As soon as we cross the California border with her, she can't drive until she gets her new one issued. Carrying a copy of the police report might bring you some grace, but let's not chance it.

There is something very "icky" about having your things taken. It feels like someone got in your personal space. She's had a tough week. Trying to be a sweet representative of the school for "Welcome Week", all the while wondering who was ugly enough to steal from you. (Another girl lost her purse at the same time)

I would ask you all simply pray for a sustaining measure of grace and peace for her as she deals with this little inconvenience, and gets on with the real task at hand...her Junior year.

After all, it was just "stuff"!

Blessings!

Home

I tried posting while in Texas, but the ACU wireless wouldn't allow it.

So, all my words will remain unposted.

I flew home yesterday and arrived safely and without any difficulty at all.

I don't know how many times it will take before I won't mind leaving my girl behind. I will say this time was better than the last, and the last was better than the first. So, maybe, eventually, it won't be as sad for me.

She is fine. Actually, she is wonderful. People were glad to see her. It was nice to be the mom off to the side while folks from her church welcomed her back with such love and enthusiasm on Sunday. It's beautiful to see your child forming relationships that have nothing to do with you or her dad.

So, aside from a little crack in my heart, everything is good and back to normal.

Blessings.

AMAZING!

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I'm not sure how to explain the amazing storm I just witnessed...

Driving on I-40 Ashley and I noticed how different the sky looked off to the side and in front of us.  What we also noticed, was that the highway was curving right into it.  The rainbow was actually in front of the storm this time.

It started raining hard, suddenly.  I'm still feeling fairly confident.  Then, I notice the truck drivers are all pulling off and putting on hazard lights.  Hmmm...

I realize I literally cannot see the front of my truck because of the massive amounts of water coming from the sky...so I, taking my cue from the truck drivers, pull off onto the shoulder.  

We proceed to shake with the massive wind, and jiggle every time the thunder explodes.  Our eyes are blinded with the brightest and biggest lightening bolts I've ever seen, and then the hail starts pounding our truck.

I called my husband just so he could hear it.  Then, calling another friend their advice to us was "stay in the truck".    REALLY??!!  Cause I was thinking of getting out and taking a stroll!  

It was absolutely the most powerful rain I've ever been through.  

As we finally creeped our way back onto the highway, we saw that the black clouds were continuing ahead of us, so we decided that the city 30 miles away was the place we would stay the night.  Tucked in safe and sound, we will finish our journey tomorrow.

Blessings!

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Did you know that you can be in Kingman, Arizona where the temp is about 100 degrees and the sun is shining bright enough to burn your pale little body in an instant?  And within 10 miles, be right smack dab in the middle of a super powerful electrical storm with rain and wind pushing your truck around and drops as big as golf balls and clouds every shade of gray/black?

But, if you hang in there long enough, and drive very carefully, you will come through it and see a most beautiful double rainbow!

Kind of like life, sometimes, isn't it?

On my way to Texas with my girl for another school year.  

Blessings!

The Beach, The Shack

Went to the beach for a few days.

Read "The Shack".

I must say I'm not a typical "joiner". If everybody else is doing it, I feel like the train has left the station and I don't want to hop on. (go ahead and analyze that if you must, but I'm just being honest with you).

But something, actually, someone I respect and love deeply told me about her experience with the book. I purchased it the night before we left for the sand and spent most of my time reading it while there.

My family was a little baffled and worried at my gasps, and "hhmmm's" and tears. Lots of tears.

Ashley finally asked, "Mom, are you enjoying reading that book?"

All I could say very quietly was "Oh, yes, honey. It's beautiful. Just beautiful."

So, I hope if there are other "non-joiners" like me out there who haven't found a copy of the book for themselves yet, you'll get one soon.

It's beautiful. Just beautiful.

My Big Brother

This may be a record.

I don't think I've ever blogged twice in one day!

I want to tell you about one of my favorite people.

He is handsome.
He is quiet.
He never speaks poorly of others.
He loves rock and roll.
He is very intelligent.
He loves to read.
He enjoys a good baseball game.
He's fun to play card games with. (although I don't win very often)
He's kind.
He dislikes conflict with a passion.
He likes my cooking.
He loves my children.
He can tell a good joke.
He's a precious soul.
He's my big brother.

Today he's a year older.
Happy Birthday, sweet Richard!
I love you.



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One of my favorite things happened last night...

Dad, Mom, Son, Daughter, sat around the dining table and enjoyed some home cooked dinner.

We've been so busy. All running in different directions. The summer is winding down and we are getting ready to send sweet Ashley back to ACU.

We have a trip to the beach we just must squeeze in this weekend, which we are all absolutely giddy about!

But last night, for a few quiet and calm moments, we sat together and talked and laughed together. We listened to each other talk about silly work stories. We passed garlic bread and Parmesan cheese from person to person. We enjoyed some wonderful spaghetti with meat sauce.

I don't know how they felt, but I was calmly satisfied, not just in my tummy, but deep in my soul.

It's been a while since I've had that feeling...I was grateful for it last night.

Blessings
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A Very Good Week

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Conversation at lunch Tuesday...

"Mom, we have about an hour between when the boys get off work and when Daddy has to be at the Youth Group Devo., and if it's o.k., I was thinking I could be baptized."

"uuummmmm....yes!"

So, the four of us were together, which is our favorite way to be, and watched Lex baptize our girl.

It was beautiful. Quiet. However, I did hear angels singing. I'm just sure I did!

Blessings!~

The Dentist

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I went to the dentist to have a regular cleaning this morning. I really dread going...doesn't every one?

I showed up on time, they took me right in. The hygenist chatted, took X-rays, was very patient through my continual spitting out of the X-ray gadget I was supposed to be biting down on.

She cleaned and polished me.

Told me I had beautiful teeth. Straight, very little plaque, no cavities...ever.

"Thank you", I replied.

And then she said something horrible...

"Your teeth are very white......(wait for it, you know it's coming...) for your age!"

No she did not just say that! So, although I loved the beautiful feeling on my shiny clean teeth, I don't know that I'll ever go back!

Not for at least 6 months!

Blessings.

2 Thessalonians 2:16

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May our Lord Jesus Christ and God our Father, who loved us and in his special favor gave us everlasting comfort and good hope, comfort your hearts and give you strength in every good thing you do and say!

I've been looking, listening, praying over Christmas music. I know, it's July.
But if you remember, I have to order and begin rehearsing by the end of September.

I tell you that to say this:

I found a line in the one I've chosen that, while listening for about the 10th time, I finally really heard.
It made me breathe deep and say "aaahhhh..."

"Joyful, Joyful rings the anthem
Now we see the birth of grace..."

The birth of grace. I love that. I know that in my head.
But isn't it beautiful when the story you've known all your life comes alive, again, within your heart?
I just love that.

Blessings

It's not that I have been lazy...

It's that I've been crazy busy.

I remember that Randy told me being part of Blogland means never having to say your sorry...so I won't apologize for my long times in between postings. But I do feel guilty about it.

Somehow, my lack of blogging makes me feel like I'm giving the impression that nothing is going on. Oh my, how that assumption would be wrong!

The children of our church are learning all about the valley and the amazing crops grown here. They are learning how to plant and tend a flower garden. They planted worms one week, learning that the worms will help the earth and the flowers they will plant the following week. They are learning about the way God plants, and tends, and prunes our hearts constantly. I'm amazed at their spirits. I love their happy hearts. I learn so much from them.

They are also trying to raise $5000 to send an "ark" of animals around the world to help families in need. This is an amazing cause, and if you've not heard of it, go to www.heifer.org and read up on their mission. The children are saving their own money, as well as heading up a recycling effort in our church to help the cause. It's precious to see them so excited about helping the environment, as well as helping people around the world. Time with them is so short...

Enjoy some pics from the program...
Blessings!

Seems like Yesterday!

Lex and I went to dinner Friday night...just the two of us.

That's unusual. If either of the kids are home, we are together. Our family has spent a better part of 20 years together. Together at home, together on vacations, together at dinner, together at the grocery store, or Target, or any other shopping excursion. It is one of the main reasons it was so difficult to let them go away to college. The "together" felt empty without the one missing.

So, when I mentioned to Lex that I would just cook at home Friday night, and we could all be "together", he did something he doesn't often do. He said no.

He told me that the kids would be fine and he and I were going to dinner...just the two of us. Hmmm...sounds fun.

And it was. It was peaceful, and quiet, and yes, we talked about the kids most of the time.

Friday was our anniversary. 21 years. Some very good years, some very difficult years, lots of joy, some tears. But through it all, if given the choice to choose differently, no chance.

It's fun to look back and see the path God has taken you on. As we talked about the road we've travelled together, and the many things God has brought us through and blessed us with, I think the sweetest thing my husband said to me that night was...

"Just seems like yesterday."

Me too.

Nineteen Times

There are things we do as parents that we know our kids appreciate, even if they roll their eyes and say "Mom, please" under their breath.

They are the things that someday, many years from now, they will say to each other with fondness..."Remember when Mom used to ______________?" Fill in the blank with any number of things.

I have a personal tradition that was started many years ago. I sing "Happy Birthday" to the "birthday girl or boy" as many times as they are old.

So, today, I am singing "Happy Birthday" 19 times. I know what you all are thinking...

"She doesn't look old enough to have a 19 year old!" ;)

19 years ago today God gave me a beautiful, quiet, strong baby boy who has grown into one of the most amazing young men I've ever met.


So, I'm currently on #12...7 more "Happy Birthday" songs to be sung to this sweet young man. I always save the last one for just before bed. It used to be before their bed time, but now, it's before I go to bed. (not as young as I used to be!)

Happy Birthday, Avery.
You are a treasure and a joy to me.

20 years

Daughter and I worked for about 12 hours yesterday. She is leading a Wednesday Night Children's (Pre-School - 5th Grade) program for the church and I am doing my own work, as well as assisting and encouraging her with hers.

We limped our tired bodies in the house last night exhausted and very hungry. Went back to the bedroom to change when my son said, "Mom, when you're done, come in my room." He didn't tell me any more, but I don't miss a chance to spend time with my children, so, although I was a bit irritable and wanted to be "done", I headed back to his room.

"Sit down," he instructed me as he pointed to the bed. His sister was already on laying down on the bed so I joined her. Along came my husband, with a box of kleenex.

Avery popped an old looking cassette tape into his player and pressed play. Then, he just looked at me, watching my reaction as the taped court proceedings of my adoption played. It was old, distorted, but clear as a bell, I heard my Dad's voice answering the judges questions with "I do", "I will", "I am". Over and over I heard him speak small snippits and eventually, back at the house they lived in at the time, he gave a full commentary on the proceedings.

The words he said were sweet. But it wasn't the words that took me back. It was just his voice. It was the memory of a father who spoke Calm, Gentle, Encouraging words to me. Never harsh, rarely angry (and it was hard to tell even when he was angry.)

I realized how much I still miss him. I saw, for the first time, what a real country boy he was. My daughter asked where he was from. His speech wasn't California. It was Missouri. I really hadn't paid attention to that while he was here.

My son said, "This is the first time I've heard his voice." That made me sad.

However, it made me think about my speech. My words.

I hope, when I'm gone, people remember my speech to be sweet, gentle, and encouraging.

Even though Dad's been gone 20 years (in August), he is still teaching me.

Precious.

Gas Prices

I know everyone has the same problem...and I'm not telling you anything you don't already know...

But!...

Just 3 weeks ago, when I was driving to Texas and back to get my daughter, gas was about $3.85 a gallon. Give or take a few pennies depending on what state we were in.

Today, had to drive about 25 minutes to sing at a funeral and needed a "little splash of gas", as my husband says.

$4.41 for the cheap stuff!

My goodness. There really will come a time when it's actually too much. We are going to have to consider some changes...

Anybody else feeling the crunch yet?

Blessings.

christmas?!?

Started listening to Christmas music/musicals today for December...

Wow...It's not even June!

My prayer, as it is every year, is that someone will come and hear something that touches them and brings them closer in relationship with Jesus Christ.

Maybe someone will hear for the first time. What an exciting thought!

I'm always thinking about who the music might touch...I wonder if folks are renewed and encouraged through the message of song. But, maybe, just maybe, God will be talking to me! That would be cool. I'll be listening.

Blessings!

Mother's Day...

Coming home from a yummy lunch after church on Sunday, my daughter said,
"We can't go in the house yet."

"Why not?"

"Because the boys aren't home yet." (Husband and son had taken a different truck to church)

"So, why can't we go in?"

"Just be patient. You don't need to know everything." sweet daughter replied.

So, we sat there, waiting until finally the boys arrived.

I went in the house to find some lumps on the dining room table covered with a sheet. It wasn't like that when I left for church at 6:30 this morning. We were all at church and lunch together...when did someone do this?

After we all got in they reminded me that we were traveling on Mother's Day and hadn't celebrated. I lifted the sheet to find lots of sweet gifts from my family. Very fun!

So, the bottom line is it doesn't have to be printed on the calendar to celebrate, right? You love someone? Celebrate them. Honor them. Just because...

Blessings!

Was It Enough?

Such a disturbing conversation with my husband last night.

Kids had retreated to their rooms for the night. We were all tired. Maybe even a little grumpy?

I was talking about the things I want and how I want them and who I want to do what. I know. Probably doesn't make any sense to you, but to me, it was perfectly clear!

My sweet husband is the one who, when faced with conflict, will usually decide that fighting, or yelling, or disagreeing is unnecessary. He will let you say whatever you want, then will walk away. Sweetly. I hate that! I want to duke it out. "C'mon...give me your best shot" is what I think in my head because I'm a fixer of all situations. Not tomorrow, not next week, not even an hour from now. Right now!

So, when I was saying how things needed to go with these adult children in our home and how I wanted everybody to do exactly what I wanted them to do and act exactly like I thought they should act, he said this:

"We're done, honey. We've done it all for them. We've raised them and loved them and given them the tools to be who they are going to be. But, they are adults. Now, we step back and watch them and love them from a distance. We can't nag them or tell them what to do. If they don't know by now, we failed."

"WHAT!?!" "Obviously your medication is making you a crazy man", is what I wanted to say to him.

But in the early morning light, as I wrestled with his words all night long, I realize he is right. What a hard moment for a Mom. Such intense love and planning and wisdom and work has gone towards these two beautiful children for 20 years...and now, I'm done? Did I forget anything? What else do I need to tell them? Was it enough?

I know any mother would tell you you're never really "done", but it's time to let go. Boy that's hard. I really want to make sure they don't make a bad decision. I want to protect them from what I know will come if they take a certain road. I want to shield them from pain and hurt. I want to make them do what I think they should do. Isn't that silly?

I will always see them as my sweet babies. I will never really "get it" that they are grown adults.

But, I will try...

Blessings

To Texas and Back Again!

So, it went like this:

Day One: Leave Fresno at 7:30 a.m. driving with a sectional couch in the bed of the pick-up.
Drive to Gallup, New Mexico. Can't...go...another...mile! Sleep in hotel.
Day Two: Drive the rest of the way to Abilene to see daughter! Happy moments! Unload sectional
couch to find it fits beautifully in new house! Very tired.
Day Three: Check daughter out of dorm and move her into house she will be renting, most likely, for
the next two years. Enjoy famous Cajun Cone! (the best snow cones EVER!)

~ By the way, it's not only hot...it's that beautiful humid icky stuff. ~

Day Four: Pick up bedroom furniture handed down from graduating Senior to daughter...for free!
Assemble, straighten, and view the beautiful new little bedroom for daughter. Take off for home!
(but not before stopping for one last Cajun Cone for the road!)
Drive to Santa Ana, New Mexico. sleep.
Day Five: Drive, and drive, and drive some more. We had intended to stop again and rest, but once you
are in California, you can't stop. Even 6 more hours looks good when you've already come 18!
We kept driving until we hit home.

It's good to be home. My favorite part? Waking up and finding both children in their beds sleeping...

Blessings!

Car Show 2008

This was one of the most successful events this church has ever sponsored!

The 10th annual Sunday Spring Classic...Car Show. We had over 170 entries of cars, motorcycles, 4x4's, Jeeps, P.T. Cruiser club, and motorcycles.

There was a whip cream eating contest. Chili and Rib cooking contests. There were bounce houses and a huge rock climbing tower. There was shaved ice and bottled water. There was sun and shade and heat and then a cool breeze. There were awards and "pats on the back". We had the colors presented and then a flag folding ceremony and, of course, the National Anthem by the Anthem queen herself, Clora Ann Crum. It was amazing! There was a fire truck with the tallest ladder I've ever seen! There were kids and old people and everything in between.

One of the most exciting things about this event is that you can look in any direction and see folks who aren't members of the church. Visitors, neighbors, who over the last 10 years have become friends.

There's no preaching, no cornering to shove Jesus down your throat. Just goodness, love, and lots of fun. Folks feel safe here. They don't know why we do it. They don't understand the "everything is free" policy. But after some suspicion, they relax and enjoy.

I'm so proud of this body of people I get to associate with. Oh sure, we've got our flaws. There are things I worry about. Not everything is perfect. But when push comes to shove, this group sets aside their differences and shows Jesus in genuine and practical form to the neighborhood.

It was a beautiful day!