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Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you is humming through my head. It’s a good thing I am not at work, the family is not around, and that the dogs don’t care–cuz I can’t carry a tune in a bucket as my Southern family would tell me.  But that song is placed on my heart this morning for a reason and I trust it for this blog. I...

Baseball, The Early Church and Jesus

We like sports in our home…we don’t just like them …I would probably say we love them. I am as non-athletic and coordinated as you can get but I am a consummate fan! My husband played collegiate basketball and after a career-ending injury became the first mascot for Harding. Before college, he had to make the decision to take the basketball scholarship from a Christian university or join the Mariners farm system out of high school as a pitcher. Four...

One Year Later

As I sit in an airport delayed by snow showers in Flagstaff, I started pondering this past year.  I was in an airport almost a year to the day in Washington, D.C.  when we got the Flatten the Curve request.   A year later, I am wearing a mask, sitting six feet from my neighbor, one dose of vaccine completed, and well-versed in using apps to order takeout and groceries. I am the queen of great memes.  I was asked how...

The Chair

The Chair… this is part of a post I shared on Facebook. I did not share the complete story on social media but I will on my blog with my sisters in Christ. On social media we see people in a way in which they want to be seen.  In a blog or in a small group,we can be transparent and hopefully share our walk with others. Hebrews 11 of course, is our hall of fame of warriors for Christ,...

For all the Sons

A couple of months ago, I wrote a blog to the daughters. It was widely shared and I have wanted to write one to all the sons in my life. The grandboys weren’t too keen on getting together for a ‘boy” picture, but when we dressed in Star Wars pajamas, WIN! To Ezra, Parker, Tucker and Jameson; to my one-and-only son Jarod, to my beloved sons-in-love Curtis and Clay, and all the amazing sons in my life that I have...

Be the thing you loved most about the people who are gone…

  • October 26, 2020
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“Be the thing you loved most about the people who are gone” by an anonymous wise person was one of the most popular shares I have ever done on Facebook. I just saw it, loved it, and shared it on my account. It resonated with so many of my friends too. So many commented. I searched the internet for the author. I wanted to give credit to the person that spoke such universal truth to my soul but my search...

For all the daughters

To my granddaughters: Ana, Sullivan, Andersyn, Spencer-Kate, and Hattie; to my strong daughters: Lindsey, Kate, Erin and Julia, and all the beautiful daughters in my life that I have taught and loved in my sixty years… Cardi B, Beyonce, and Cuties do not define you. It is not empowering to become an object for people to discard. Objects are discarded; people have eternal souls. For the last hundred years or so, women have sacrificed their souls on the altar of...

The Blessing Of COVID-19

  • July 13, 2020
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We have been bombarded since March with negative news, dire predictions, financial hardships, and an unsettling uncertainty for the future. Personally, I have struggled with anxious and racing thoughts. I am still mired in uncertainty and overwhelmed feelings planning for a new school year. But what does this look from Heaven’s point of view? What if our forced quarantine, time off, shutdown was a gift to our weary generation? We have oft thought that we were the busiest generation in...

God’s Beautiful Tapestry

  • June 15, 2020
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When I was a little girl, I wanted a BIG happy family! I remember praying for it and imagining what it would be like. I thought a big family would solve the woes of my world. You see, I was pretty much an only child raised by my beloved grandmother. My parents were good people actually but they could not beat their demons of substance abuse the first sixteen years of my life. As with most folks without God in...

From my heart about racism today

I with the rest of America was broken watching George Floyd beg for breath in his last moments. I heard the anger, the protests, the pain. I can’t write. I can’t think clearly. I unplugged from social media after a former student hurled racism at me for not posting sooner; I was stunned. I turned off the news when the “spin” became louder than the situation. I am a child of the integration years in Little Rock. Busing, segregation, and...