tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12207743346854673292024-03-13T11:15:06.495-04:00Beyond Blessed FarmO taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.
Psalm 34:8erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-25227064428983116462012-09-02T04:48:00.001-04:002012-09-02T04:48:14.866-04:00No Shoes, No Shirt, No (Church) Service?It is 3:30 am, Sunday, September 2. I cannot sleep! Ugh! What is up with that!?! I haven't been able to sleep the past two nights, very odd for me. Usually I have trouble waking up! There are only a few days during the week that I have to set my alarm and get up at a certain time, unless I just want to. Sunday is one of those days. Actually, Sunday is the main day! The rest of my week may change at any given time, but Sunday is the Lord's Day! Sunday is a time of worship and reverence, fellowship and study, laughter and tears. Sunday is my favorite day! Always has been. And, Sunday is the day that I get up the earliest. I like to be up at 5am on Sunday. That's only a little more than an hour from now. In reality, I could get ready in a lot less time, but I like to take my time and enjoy the morning. I like to not have to rush. I don't want to enter the Lord's house like a chicken with its head cut off, rushing around with more concern over silly little things that really don't matter than what I'm truly there for.<br />
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I have loved Sundays since I was a little girl. I was always more of a tomboy who liked to be outside, especially with my brother. I would rather have on old clothes that were allowed to get dirty, and not have to worry about getting in trouble. I would rather climb trees and get a little dirty than be a princess. Even now, during the week, I always wear "work clothes" that can bear the stains ranging from anything outdoor or farm related to those popular housewife stains such as food, bleach, etc. Nevertheless, come Sunday I am somewhat eager to be a little girly. Nowadays, especially, I love putting on a dress, taking my hair out of its usual pony tail, and choosing carefully and purposely from my wide selection of fashion jewelry. This is my favorite part of getting ready. My ears have been pierced a second time, so I have two pairs of earrings to pick from, I need a bracelet or two, necklace, maybe a flashy ring, ankle bracelet and definitely a toe ring or two. Haha! Sometimes I wonder if people think I'm a contradiction to the scriptures. I would argue that I am applying them.<br />
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<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></sup>In 1 Timothy 2:8-10, it says: I will therefore that men pray every where, lifting up holy hands, without wrath and doubting. <span class="text 1Tim-2-9" id="en-KJV-29726">In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with broided hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array; </span><span class="text 1Tim-2-10" id="en-KJV-29727">But (which becometh women professing godliness) with good works.</span><br />
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<span class="text 1Tim-2-10">I feel that these scriptures are related to being a true witness of Christ. We are to let our life-not our flesh-speak of who we are. John 13:35 says they will know that we are His disciples because of our love. The above verses can be taken out of context and used to enforce people to be plain and basically to blend in. I don't think that's what Timothy was saying. I think he was saying by all means stand out in a crowd because you are a follower of Jesus Christ. But, stand out in ways that give evidence of that, not in worldly ways.</span><br />
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<span class="text 1Tim-2-10">Now that brings me to my argument that <em>I am</em> applying the scriptures. </span><br />
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<span class="text 1Tim-2-10"><span class="text Col-3-23" id="en-KJV-29541">And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men; </span><span class="text Col-3-24" id="en-KJV-29542"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>Knowing that of the Lord ye shall receive the reward of the inheritance: for ye serve the Lord Christ. Colossians 3:23&24</span><br />
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<span class="text Col-3-24">I'm sure there are more verses that someone could give evidence that it is alright to adorn yourself with ornaments. In fact, Isaiah 61:10 says: I will greatly rejoice in the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels. And, this verse kind of substantiates the point I am making. I am going to the house of the Lord. I am going to intentionally meet with Almighty God and His people, so I want to dress nicely. In my life, there won't be any balls or fancy parties, and I'm glad of that. The reason I celebrate is because of my Lord.</span><br />
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<span class="text Col-3-24">It's really funny how when I was a younger Christian, the last thing I wanted was to be noticed. Even when I first got married, I only wore a wedding band. As I have grown in Christ, my image of myself has changed. I wouldn't say that I am totally confident in myself, but more accepting of myself. I know that I am His creation. I know that He makes all things beautiful. In fact, I don't care if I draw attention-not in an immodest way-to myself because then maybe someone will then notice that it is His love radiating from me not just my earrings sparkling in the light.</span><br />
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<span class="text Col-3-24">One day, all Christians will be called up. We will be the bride of Christ. The bride. Not the wife. We will be adorned in white linen. No matter if we feel we are not deserving of a pure white gown, He says that we are. He will treat us with the love and tenderness of a newly wed bride. He will have a gleam in His eye as He takes in our beauty and deems us worthy. </span><br />
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<span class="text Col-3-24">In the mean time, we come to Him just as we are. For me that would be with some stains of life on my garments. And, He will make us white as snow. In reality, it doesn't matter at all what we wear to church. Tradition has us wanting to wear our best. I personally think that there is nothing wrong with that tradition if it is for the right reasons in your heart. If you want to look your best because you love church and you want to celebrate for the Lord, I think that's great. If you hope to be noticed for your outward appearance, or too feel better than someone else, or to feel like you are doing God a favor, then that is not right at all. You may fool the person sitting next to you, but God knows your heart.</span><br />
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<span class="text Col-3-24">Sometimes I wonder just where all this comes from. I certainly had no intention of waking up at 2am. I also didn't really figure on making a blog post today, whether at 2am or 2pm. And, who in the world would've thought that the subject of church would've lead me to jewelry!? Oh well. Apparently, the Lord lead my fingers to type this for some reason, even if it was simply for my own benefit or just to make you laugh. </span><br />
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<span class="text Col-3-24"></span> </span>erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-64783140782634669492012-08-21T13:48:00.003-04:002012-08-21T13:48:46.020-04:00Coming Back AroundI'm not sure if this is the longest I've gone without posting, if not, it's certainly up there. It's not as if I have that many "followers" anyway, but I know my family enjoys the occasional look into my thoughts. Haha! Scary as that may be!<br />
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For awhile now, I have battled depression/anxiety/PMDD all those wonderful things that bring out a version of yourself that's you, but not quite. A version that you don't really like and that bumfuzzles everyone else. A version that you feel you should explain, maybe even defend, but at the same time you don't have the energy to do so, and don't really care if you do anyway.<br />
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So, for several months, I have been in a funk. When I get like that, I don't really care to talk, write, listen, connect in any way to anyone. I crave solitude as if it's my only link to sanity. I avoid the things that I typically love to do and even the people that I normally love to be around.<br />
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I withdrawal. I go somewhere inside myself where I am the only one who gets me, the only one who tolerates me, and the only one who wants to be around me. My thoughts at the time....although not true. My family will rack their brains, consult one another, and repeatedly ask me if I am alright or if they've done something to me. I care that they are confused by my behavior, and want so much to not hurt them, but I don't have the energy to show that I care. So, I withdrawal even more.<br />
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I don't like these times. I feel useless. I'm easily agitated and grouchy. My only glimmer of hope is that I will come out on the other side, and hopefully with a lesson learned. Hopefully those down times will leave me desperate for God and His true peace. I feel now, that I am beginning to resurface. I am coming up for air and hope to stay afloat for a very long time.<br />
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Only the Lord knows why these times are necessary for me and my faith walk, and I have to trust His will. Maybe in the end, my journey will help someone else. I hope what I've gone through at least brings Him glory.<br />
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Anyway....I hope it won't be long before my next post, and I want to apologize for the large gap. Thankfully, I am coming back around.erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-11380727141851272712012-04-05T07:53:00.000-04:002012-04-05T08:05:49.156-04:00Miscellaneous MusingsIt has been quite awhile since my last post. It seems like once this year started, I had to run to keep up-or to try to keep up. Ladies Bible Study started back up the first Monday in February, and my days have been full trying to prepare for each week's lesson. I am also staring in the face of a rather long to-do list. The projects I have planned seem to be endless. Thankfully, I have at least started some of them, and there may be one or two that I've actually finished. <br />
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There are so many other things going on inside me. The devil has been on my case this 2012. I seem to go from one spiritual battle to the next, with no down time. I am somewhat thankful for that. I must be considered a threat or else things would be smooth sailing. Lord, I pray that I make you proud! I am learning new things and that includes some bad things. I am learning how to face those bad things and hopefully heal. I want to be healed. My heart has some open wounds that seem to never want to scab over. If they do, it's not for long. <br />
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On a better note, UK is once again the NCAA Basketball Champs! WooHoo! I am happy about that! That was such a highlight to some otherwise, less cheerful days. In the midst of it all, there was an escape from my personal reality to the world of BIG BLUE NATION where fans unite for the BLUE & the WHITE. Where Anthony Davis is the "long arm" of the law and Terrence Jones gives his mean, tough, almost an "that's what I'm talkin bout Willis" face after he slams one home. Where senior Darius Miller takes the floor and and thus defines "Miller time." It's like watching a really great movie. Each player is a character, and then there is Coach Cal who adds the comedy as he yells, gestures, jumps and pretty much dances along the sidelines. As long as he does it all within the coach's box, it's all good.<br />
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Chase is now taller than his dad, and maturing more every day. Where has the time gone? When I look at that child I realize just how quickly this life flies by. Like James says, our life is but a vapor. <br />
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This Sunday is Easter. My favorite service/holiday/time-of-the-year. I feel so peaceful yet in such anticipation for Easter. I think that is a true reflection of my Savior. I am thrilled at the thoughts of my living Lord, saddened that He took on my shame and died for me, ecstatic that He died for me so that I might live with Him, giddy over a new dress and all the accessories, anxious to see what the Sunday service will hold, eager to celebrate what it all means-for the world and for myself as an individual. <br />
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Easter to me is not just one Sunday morning with a brand new, floral patterned dress and matching earrings. As I see the trees begin to bud and bloom and I smell the sweet fragrance in the air, it's all Easter. It is all symbolic of Easter. From the dead of Winter comes new life. The fragrance in the air can resemble that of the fragrances used on the body of Christ. Then, one morning, you wake up, and it seems as if all the earth is bursting with life again. The trees that were gradually greening back up are fully back to life. That reminds me of what it feels like when you finally accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior. Suddenly, you are alive, radiating with color, drinking in the Son. <br />
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Tomorrow I will go and help decorate for the Easter Egg Hunt. I never really got the relation to eggs and Easter? But, I will make one up. The egg could represent the tomb, and the candy the prize inside. Or, if they're real eggs, you think about that little chick breaking out to new life. I have a friend that raises chickens. He told me about how they need warmth to "come to life." That even if the hen leaves her nest and a chick that hasn't fully hatched, as long as you can keep that baby warm, it will usually survive. Once, when he was a kid, he found a chick that hadn't hatched all the way, and thought it was dead. He threw the egg over the hill. Once the sun came out, that little chick sprang to life with the warmth of the sun. See where I'm going? We just need the warmth of the Son to bring us to life.<br />
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Speaking of new life, we have seven new calves so far. I would like to share their names, and the reason behind them. First, we had a girl, West Liberty. She was born the night that the tornado hit a neighboring town, West Liberty, and basically destroyed it. So, she was named that to honor those effected. Second, we had a bull calf, George Edward. George Edward is my father-in-law's name. On the day that the calf-who we call Jed for short-was born, his momma ended up rolling him into the creek as she tried to lick him clean. Well, my husband and his dad attempted to get the calf out of the creek so that the lower temps of the night wouldn't kill it. Amidst their efforts to save the calf, they faced a good, momma cow who was fighting for the same cause. In her effort to protect her baby, she charged my father-in-law and knocked him flat into the creek. That was a whole fiasco of its own that I may write about at another time. So, needless to say, we named the calf after him. It was the least we could do, considering. <br />
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Third. I believe the third one was Lehigh. If you are a basketball fan and watched the tournament, you will know that Duke was beaten out by a little no-name team, Lehigh. Since 1992, UK fans all over the Bluegrass see the name Duke and their eyes squint with ferocity as flames of indignation heat their face. If we see the name written down anywhere, we can't help but do this: <strike>D</strike>UK<strike>E</strike>. So, Lehigh was named in honor of Duke's defeater. Haha!<br />
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Next, we have Brutus Patrick. By this time, I am finding the name-game somewhat challenging. So, the naming of this bull calf falls to my parents. Since he was born close to the Ides of March and St. Patty's Day, he is thus named: Brutus Patrick.<br />
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Another girl was born after that, and she was born...I believe it was the night UK beat Baylor, but I'm not certain. Since Big Blue was reigning, my Mamaw suggested we name our latest addition, Little Blue. So, Lil' Blue she is.<br />
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All of the calves up to this point are black, with the exception of Liberty, who is more of a deep brown. The next calf was a black motley-face. That means her face is white with black markings. The naming of that one fell to our precious niece, Dara Mae. Dara will be 7 in July, and her idea was to name it Carson if it was a boy, and Dara if it was a girl. So, it being a heifer calf, we went with Dara.<br />
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This past weekend, we had Easter dinner with George's family. In the midst of all that, number 7 was born. One of George's cousins was there with his little girl, and we asked her if she would like to name this one. She was so excited! After studying on it a little while, she chose "Hershey." Quite appropriate, don't ya think?<br />
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So, this random post in now going to end rather randomly. Because that's all I got and because I'm hungry. I think it was the mentioning of Hershey (the candy, not the cow) that made me realize I needed some breakfast. So, off I go.<br />
<br />erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-74490207147995000192011-12-31T22:31:00.000-05:002012-01-01T19:04:21.054-05:00Until We Meet AgainOn Christmas Day, Hazel Porter went to Heaven for the ultimate Christmas celebration! What a time to leave this earth! I'm sure she made it just as the festivites were getting started. She probably greeted everyone as an old friend, even if she hadn't met them here on earth.<br />
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Hazel was born September 27, 1922. She was the thirteenth child of David and Sally Floyd. She was the last one of those kiddos to leave this earth, and of all of them, she was here the longest. She had a wonderful life, and I think even if it hadn't been, she still would have thought it was, and she would've lived as if it was. But, it really was. She loved all her brothers and sisters, and they doted on her. Every year at the Floyd reunion, her neices and nephews, great nieces and nephews, in-laws and her immediate family gathered to her side to celebrate just being <em>family</em>. The stories told, memories shared, photos of the past and ones taken to record the present all celebrated the love between these people. Hazel was the tie that binds. She was the last of that generation. She was loved and respected and admired by all her family. <br />
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She had certainly gained success in this world. She was a teacher and principal. I think she lacked one credit of having her doctorate in education. In her obit, I know her achievments were listed. She had been on educational committes and boards that I cannot remember the names of. She was also instrumental in the DARE program that is now in schools. As it was said at her funeral, "she was ahead of her time. She advanced through the education program when it was a man's world." And that she did. She was widowed when her daughter was eight, so that would probably put her in her mid-thirties. She stepped up to provide for her daughter and be both parents.<br />
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Of all the things that Hazel accomplished here on this earth, the most important was that she let her light shine. If you knew Hazel, you knew she was a lover and follower of Jesus Christ. You knew that she was a<em> lady</em>. You could see the evidence in her daughter that she was a wonderful mother. Her son-in-law even says she was the perfect mother-in-law. I know she was a cherished aunt.<br />
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I didn't have the pleasure of knowing Hazel all that long, but I truly loved her. She was a spitfire. She had brass, but her kindness never made her seem harsh. She was a lovely person, and I am thankful that I had the pleasure of knowing her. I am thankful that when I refer to her, I can proudly say, "Aunt Hazel." She will be missed.erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-41268446983527313402011-12-23T11:22:00.002-05:002011-12-23T11:25:27.009-05:00All Wrapped UpI really should be cleaning, but I'm not! I got everything clean yesterday but the living room and Chase's bathroom. I did do all the dishes, but then we just had to eat again last night, so the sink got filled back up. I let them go last night and they are still sitting there as I type. But, oh well, they will get done. I also have quite a few things that need to be ironed, but I'm not too worried at the present.<br />
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This morning, I finished writing <em>James</em> in the King James Version, and got about half of the first chapter in the New International Version. In about a month, give or take, I will be leading my wonderful sisters at Garner in another Beth Moore Bible study. Obviously, <em>James</em>. This is a new study, Beth's latest, and I am so excited! Mom and I have been watching the videos together in preparation, and each time we sit down and I get ready to hit "play" I am already about to come out of my seat. <br />
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Beth Moore is just another human being, like the rest of us. She too is a sinner, saved only by the grace of our loving Lord. But, she really allows the Lord to use her, and she thrives on His word. Her love for the Lord and His Word is contagious. We have only watched three sessions so far, but I have already learned so much.<br />
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It is one option of the study to write the entire book of <em>James</em>. It's really not all that long, only five chapters. As a matter of fact, I wrote two chapters while having my oil changed the other day. I decided, for myself, to write it in both versions because I mostly use the KJ, but in the studies we mostly use NIV. Another option of the study is to memorize the entire book. She suggests doing it over a five month period, a chapter per month. I haven't decided whether or not I will attempt that one.<br />
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On another subject, today is Christmas Eve, Eve. Yesterday was the first day of winter, so we should start seeing the days getting a little longer each day, slowly but surely.....Tonight, we will be spending with family and tomorrow will be the same. I am really looking forward to that. I love being with everyone and catching up and getting hugs and eating! I love seeing my nieces and nephews and younger cousins open their gifts, and offering to hold the littlest ones so their mommas can eat or just take a break.<br />
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I guess everyone makes the same progression with their feelings of Christmas, but it seems to be ringing so true to me this year. As I reflect, I remember my brother and I trying to convince my parents and grandparents to open gifts before we ate. I know that as soon as my mom got the gifts wrapped and put under the tree, my brother and I thoroughly inspected all of them. We would lift them to weigh them, shake them, even smell them. The anticipation was almost too much. My mom would compromise a little and let us open our stocking as soon as we got up.<br />
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Then, as I got a little older, I started wanting to give out gifts of my own. Actually, I remember the first year I got gifts for others. I have no clue how old I was, but I'm pretty sure I was still riding in the cart. (Maybe not though.) I was shopping with my mom and granny, and it was somewhere like "Hearts" or "Hills." They had these round tables in the aisles with small prewrapped gifts sitting on them. I showed them to my Granny and asked her if I could get them. Of course, she was eager to encourage my generosity. I know that I got my dad and papaw these little screw drivers that had changeable heads. And, I think I got my Granny a paper weight with a red rose in it. That's all I really remember.<br />
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As I got older, and had a job, I couldn't wait to start buying......or giving. Everyone teased me because even before Thanksgiving, I was dying for them to open what I had got them. I would beg them to "just open this one, you'll still have another one to open on Christmas Day." <br />
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You know, I'm not so sure that God was anxious for His Son to die, but I think He was anxious to save us. I think He was ready for all to know His Son, and I know He is anxious for us all to receive His gift of salvation.<br />
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In the past years, mostly since I've become a parent myself, I am fine to wait till the right time to open gifts. I still get a little excited about giving others something I hope they'll like. For the most part, however, I tend to forget about the gifts. They're more of an after-thought, or a bonus to the festivities. When I think of Christmas, I think of the special services at church, and being with the ones I love. (and my aunt's million dollar fudge.) I think of Jesus. Why does it take so long to come around? Why is it a process? Why do we not have those feelings when we first give out hearts to Christ? <br />
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It's all a process really. We do not come to Christ fully accepting of all that entails. It takes growth. It takes a desire to seek Him daily. It takes steps. Can you imagine the progression from start to finish? Once we get to Heaven, it will be Christmas forever. We will celebrate Jesus for all eternity. Right now, we are just getting prepared for the ultimate CHRISTmas festivities! <br />
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Celebrate Jesus! Merry CHRISTmas!<br />
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erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-68783534219964632402011-12-09T09:16:00.001-05:002011-12-09T11:04:06.927-05:00Do You Hear What I Hear?<span style="color: #990000;">One of the things I like most about this season is also one of the things I most <em>dislike</em> about the season. I think Christmas is wonderful. As a Christian, this is such a wonderful time of celebration, love and remembrance. We celebrate our Savior, the King of kings, coming to this earth as a helpless babe for the "soul" purpose of saving us. Dying for us. We remember those days of old, the original Christmas. We remember those who have gone on but made Christmases past so memorable. We attempt to share and show the love of Christ to others mainly by gift giving and getting together over a scrumptious meal. In the midst of it all, usually somewhere in the background, we hear different renditions of "Sleigh Ride," "Jingle Bells," and "The Christmas Song."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">As a child, I couldn't wait till the first Sunday morning after Thanksgiving because I knew we'd be singing Christmas carols at church that morning. Those songs in the back of the hymnal, tucked away for this joyous time of year. It seemed as though those songs not only called for smiling faces and glistening eyes of praise, but it also filled your heart and soul with warmth that radiated throughout your whole body. "Joy to the world, the Lord <em>is</em> come...."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Then, I became an adult, and I got a job while going to college. The hustle and bustle of the holidays became my reality. As I folded shirts over and over and over (so much that I even dreamed about folding them) those same songs played in a continual loop through my eight hour shift. Those songs were stuck in my head for weeks after the season was over. Christmas in the retail world is almost forced upon you. When I began working retail, nearly fifteen years ago, at least they waited till after Halloween to start adorning the stores with Christmas decorations and merchandise. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">For the few years I spent working retail, my childlike wonder of the Christmas season was stifled. The joy of the season was beyond my ability. What was so happy about cranky people wanting something for nothing, complaining because we were out of boxes or that we didn't have more registers open. No, those holly, jolly souls zapped the Christmas spirit right out of me. As a matter of fact, I began to dread Christmas. Those songs that played over the PA system were like annoying jingles from your least favorite commercial, or that song on the radio that nearly causes you to wreck as you hurriedly try to change the station. The fact that they were stuck in my head was enough to drive me crazy, and I usually opted to sing them in an annoying voice to somewhat vent my frustration.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Thankfully, oh sooo thankfully, that time of my life is long since over! Praise the Lord! I have regained my love of Christmas, and the reason for the season-not Santa Clause, bargain prices or gift exchanges. I have even more reason to love Christmas because I experienced the retail world and because I am no longer a part of it!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">But, the love/hate relationship of the songs is a never ending drama in my mind. I still feel like we're trying to make our now itunes money count by beginning to play them well before Thanksgiving. At church, I still want a little worship music mixed into the service and not all Christmas songs. I like Bing's "White Christmas," and no other version suits me. Karen Carpenter's "Merry Christmas Darling," and Mariah Carey's "Joy to the World" are an absolute must. But when I hear some of those Muzak favorites, I still cringe a little. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">The songs about the real, true meaning of Christmas will never make me cringe, or will never grow old for me. They are what makes us stop and think about that glorious night so many years ago, when God Himself decided to grace this earth with His presence. He decided to leave all the splendor of Heaven to be born in a manger. He was born, so that He could die. For us. And so that we wouldn't have to die, but could live with Him for eternity. Now that's Christmas, and that's worth singing about.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;">Merry CHRISTmas!!!! Celebrate Jesus!!!!</span><br />
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<br />erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-11582660875625097992011-11-17T20:22:00.001-05:002011-11-17T22:39:07.223-05:00ThankfulI'm not sure at the moment if I have done a "Thanksgiving Post" every year or not, but I just can't help myself. I love stopping and taking the time to think about all of my blessings. I could never list them all, but I like trying to think of either as many as I can, or the most significant ones.<br />
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Usually this time of year, a lot of the people on facebook will daily list something they are thankful for. For example, Day 17 (since today's the 17th) I am thankful for paint brushes, or dental floss, or subtitles....whatever it may be. I think that's really cool, and I have been trying to do that this year, but I'm several days behind. I just committed to do my best.<br />
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Shew! I am truly thankful for so many things that it's hard to know where to start, or how much to expound on each thing. What is most on my mind at this moment is Ladies Bible Study. (A side note on that-I always wonder if that should be "Ladies" or "Lady's." In the church bulletin, it always says, "Ladies," so that is what I usually write or type.) I really enjoyed being the facilitator for this most recent Bible study. I loved all the prep work and getting little gifts for the girls, and doing additional research, and the organization, etc. I am also thankful that I have been asked to do the next one. I really feel this is what the Lord wants me to be doing. At the same time, however, I am also thankful for the break right now. We finished up Monday night, and I have a little over two months till the next one starts.<br />
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On the final night, all of the ladies brought me gifts! I was so honored and surprised and blessed! I couldn't believe that they all went in to get me something! I am still amazed when I think about it! It made me feel so loved and appreciated! I am truly blessed!<br />
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As far as a little break in between studies, I am thankful for that! I am thankful for the time to prepare for the next study, but I am mostly thankful for the time at home and the opportunity to catch up on housework and finish up on some projects and just tie up some loose ends. I like that I don't have any specific responsibility that I have to tend to. I can sleep in or get up early. I can plan to clean today or tomorrow. I can do laundry all day, reading a book in between loads, or go get groceries and stop at an antique store to browse on the way there. I love home. I love my home. I love my husband who makes this specific dwelling <em>home</em>. I love Kentucky, and this family farm specifically. I love being a homemaker and making a cozy little place for my family to rest after a weary day out in the world.<br />
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My family. That should go without saying. This is not limited to my husband and stepson. It also goes beyond my parents, brother and sister (in-law). I am thankful for my grandparents those who are 80 years old and still kickin' it, and the two saints who both left this world over a decade ago. My great-grandmother, who was the only great grand-parent I had the privilege of knowing. My father-in-law, brothers and sisters-in-law and their spouses and my nieces and nephews and great-nieces and great-nephews. My wonderful mother-in-law who's now livin it up with Jesus! My aunts and uncles and cousins and their spouses and children. Then there is my wonderful church family who I treasure. My husband's extended family who we see at the reunion every year, and some of them at church on Sunday. I am blessed beyond measure with family! They are all great! <br />
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I was blessed to talk to my brother on the phone twice today, and I am thankful for that. I am thankful for my sister-in-law, his wife, Rhonda. I am thankful that she just fits right into our family as if she was always there. My stepson, Chase, who just blesses my heart. I am so proud of that young man and his kind heart. He is so fun and loving. A great kid all around. My parents. Where would I be without them. Two Christian warriors who raised me to love Jesus and give my life to Him. They were strict and tough growing up, and now they express that same love through friendship and fellowship. My man. Thank God for creating a man that is my perfect match. My soul mate. My best friend. George makes life for me. We have so much fun together! What I am most thankful for, where George is concerned, is acceptance. He takes me just as I am. God bless him for that!<br />
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Hmmm.....I am thankful for those wise souls that lend counsel and encourage diligent pursuit of God and His ultimate wisdom and guidance. I am thankful for Bible studies, devotional books, Sunday school quarterlies, and the one and only good book, The Bible. I am thankful for Christian romance novels, sudoku puzzles, spider solitaire, and a good episode of Law & Order. I am thankful for a little extra spending money, a Coffee Frappuccino, and a full tank of gas.<br />
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I am thankful for my animals, Scotty and Scarlett, and my cow, Cicely and her calf, Tyson. I am thankful for the other cattle that graze out my window and the other animals in my life, Miss Marple (my parents' cat), Apollo & Gryffin (my brother & sister's cats), Janie (my father-in-law's cat) and Felix and Boone (my bother-in-law's cat & dog). Oh, and who could forget Elliot, Maggie Mae, Wallie and Bella. (other K9s in the fam) I love animals. I am thankful that God put these little & big friends on this earth with us.<br />
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I am thankful for texting, email and instant messaging. For someone who doesn't like to talk on the phone, these are all great inventions. But, if I do have to talk on the phone, I am thankful for bluetooth. <br />
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I'm thankful for the simple things in life, like toothbrushes, deodorant, etc. I am thankful for heat in the winter and air conditioning in the summer. I am most thankful to be able to open the windows on the in-between days. I am thankful for quilts, especially those made by the wonderful women in my family. My favorite being the throw that my momma made especially for me to match my living room and cover me head to toe. I am thankful for good food, mostly home cookin, country cookin. Soup beans, green beans, greens, cornbread, salmon patties, fried potatoes, chili, vegetable soup, corn casserole, french toast, biscuits and gravy, among many, many others.<br />
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I am thankful for my Creator, Sustainer, Savior, Redeemer, Healer, Friend, Everlasting Father, Comforter, Defender, Wonderful Counselor, Lover of my Soul, and Lord. I am thankful that the Most High sent His One and Only Son, Jesus Christ to die on the cross for my sins, and defeat death and the grave so I could spend eternity with Him. (John 3:16) I am thankful that He invites me to come before Him (Isaiah 6) and stand before His throne, and only because of the blood that covers me, I am worthy to stand before Him. He loves me and wants a personal relationship with me. I am thankful that He can give me peace like a river, and freedom to live with Him. <br />
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I am thankful for this blog, and the opportunity to share what I am thankful for. The list continues, but I'm afraid my computer would blow.<br />
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<span style="color: #993300;">At the beginning of the year, KLove-a Christian radio station, encouraged their listeners to select a word for the year. I didn't go to their website, or fb page to post mine, but the word "covenant" kept ringing in my ears. Since that time, I feel that the Lord has spoken to me in single words. He will impress a word upon my heart, and then the lesson begins. Some of the words have all different aspects, some of which I may never learn, but I pray I will. I think this became so interesting to me when I realized that the Bible has different Greek or Hebrew meanings for a single one of our English words. When you see the word rejoice, such as in "rejoice and be glad," it means to leap for joy. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300;">The word, love, I have learned can be two possible terms. There may be more, but these are the two that I am aware of: agape (ah-gah-pay) & phileo (fah-lay-o). Agape is Godly love. And since God is love, this is love in its truest and most sincere form. The purest, realist, most complete love. Unconditional love. Phileo love is brotherly love. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300;">Back to my word for 2011, covenant. When I think of covenant, I think of more than a promise. I think of a binding agreement. A document with the King's seal. Something that is ventured into with complete surrender and not even a fleeting thought of not following through or even a doubt of whether you'll be able to keep your word. You make a covenant promising as if it has already happened. You are more than determined to keep your word, it is as if you are saying, "Consider it done."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300;">Balance is another good one. I feel that balance is one of the main keys to a healthy, happy life of service to the Lord. I think many times we feel pushed to do things that we are not ready to do. Whether we are condemned by others, driven by our own guilt, or our self esteem or need for approval, we are not always driven to serve by a call. This is what I have learned and it may only hold true for me, but it is a guideline I live by:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300;">There are things that we are asked to do, and there are things we are called to do. Once we are called, by the Lord, or by a need in ministry, our first step should be to pray. When we pray, we are seeking the Lord's direction. If there is no time to pray, if the answer must be immediate, it should be no. Now, let me make this clear. If it is a commitment, it should be no. No life changing decision needs to be made on a whim. If you get to church and you are asked to be in the nursery for that particular service, I think we should probably say yes, unless we have made a previous commitment.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300;">If the call comes for anything that is going to require continual service and commitment, we should always consult the Lord before we decide. "A need does not constitute a call."-Beth Moore, <em>Breaking Free</em>. If you are asked to become Sunday School Superintendent, you need to seek God's will. Has God ever answered you in haste? I mean, when we pray about something, how often to we get a quick answer to our prayer? For myself, it seems as though all the answers I seek come just in the nick of time. We get to the eleventh hour, and when we are just about to give up hope, He says, "Oh, by the way, here's the answer to your question."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300;">So, my conclusion to that is that God encourages us to take our time in making decisions so we'll know if we're doing it to bring Him glory, or ease our minds, or make us look good, or make us feel good. Our goal should always be to bring Him glory, and sometimes we can knock out the person fit for the job in our haste to be a good servant. Or a "good Christian."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300;">Twice in the last month I have been asked to do two separate, completely different ministries at my church. Both times I have declined, and I have absolute peace about it. I honestly believe it was a test. Sometime before, I felt that I was called to women's ministry. When this came about, in my prayers, I felt the Holy Spirit specifying "Women's" Ministry. Not Children's Ministry. Not the Jail Ministry. Not Visitation. Women's Ministry.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300;">Shortly thereafter, I was asked to serve in a children's ministry that would be a pretty long commitment, and would be during the Sunday night service. I agreed to pray about it, and almost immediately, I felt the Spirit whisper, "Women's Ministry."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300;">We don't have to take on everything coming and going. We sometimes convince ourselves that "I can do<u> ALL things</u> through Christ which strengtheneth me." I really don't think that meant we had to do <u>ALL things</u> and that we'd still be able to make supper, get the dishes washed, the kids bathed and in bed, read an extra chapter or two in the Bible before bed, spend time with our husbands, and then have a perfectly restful night's sleep only to wake up at 5am to work out, put a casserole in the oven for a church member who recently had surgery, get showered and apply full make-up and style our hair, wake the kids up and lay out their clothes. After making sure the kids have had a full course breakfast, packed their lunches, checked their homework, we gas up before picking up the other three kids we drive, all the while we have praise music blasting in the mini van while we referee arguments and try to give a daily pep talk. Once the kids are dropped off to the elementary, middle and high schools, we stop by the neighbor's to walk their dog for them while they're on vacation then we notice that our husband forgot both his briefcase and lunch this morning, so we run by our husband's office to drop it off to him. We put in our "drive-time devotional" cd, to work God in there somewhere, and head to the church to make copies for AWANA that night, dropping of the casserole on the way. While at the church, we manage to volunteer for two other ministries, and end up cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen that the last group seemed to have missed. On the way home, we run in the store to get milk and bread and pick up some extras for tonight's supper. We make it home with an hour to spare before we have to pick the kids up and manage to throw a load of towels in the washer while we iron the kids clothes for church that night. But, don't we feel good! And won't our rewards be aplenty once we get to our final resting place! Ahhh, resting place. It has a nice ring to it. One day when all the stress of this life is over, we'll be at rest.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300;">Is that balance? You know in the Bible there are times (come unto me, and I will give you rest) when the Lord talks about rest in the sense of "Sabbath rest." We are meant to live abundant lives. Happy Lives. Peaceful Lives. It's not a contest to see how much we can do. It is putting our best effort into what we've been called for, not what we feel obligated to do, or guilted into doing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993300;"> Those are just a few of the words that have been going through my mind. Words that the Lord has used to impact my life. There are more, but I'll save those for another day.</span></div>
erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-6497444107356926402011-08-11T20:06:00.003-04:002011-08-11T20:31:59.785-04:00Late Summer and Bible Study<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">I have been intending to post for weeks now, but haven't really had the chance. In all honesty, it is usually more of a "spur of the moment" thing for me. There are the occasional times when a certain topic crosses my mind and I think, "I should blog about that."</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Anyway, on the 22ND, I will begin leading my first Ladies Bible Study. I am so excited! I have been preparing for this for many years, but the actual grind work has been going on for the last few months. I have watched the entire study on video, Beth Moore's "Breaking Free." Taken notes and typed them all up. I have purchased things for "my girls" that I thought would go along with the study and hopefully give them mementos and maybe even needed supplies for this event. Gathered addresses and sent out post cards. This week I have made copies, and copies and copies........Today I punched holes in all of those copies. Maybe on Monday or Tuesday I will get things into the folders. Our church secretary will be ordering the member books on Monday, and then we'll be set.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">Tomorrow, a friend from church and I will be heading to Columbus to see Beth Moore at Living Proof Live. I am very excited! I am praying that this will be the reassurance from the Holy Spirit before our Bible Study begins. </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">You know, about 10 years ago, I had moved home from Lexington where I had studied at UK. After I had been home awhile, I began to feel that the Lord was laying it on my heart to teach women. I began to have a desire to teach an all women's Sunday School class or something similar. Now, ten years later, here we are. God doesn't always do things as soon as they come to our minds. When we have the chance to think on them and begin to feel that it was our idea. He usually waits until we've begun to give up, or blow it off as just a dream, or doubt we ever really had the idea to begin with. Being a Christian amounts to a lot of waiting. I think it's really God waiting on us, not the other way around. We always accuse Him of making us wait, but He really waits for us to "man-up," or grow up or wise up. He kindly waits till we are ready. Such a Gentleman. It's so much like a parent who has a toddler that keeps saying, "I can do it." "Let me do it." "I can do it myself." And, once we try and fail and then put our pride aside, admit we need help, and then demand it, He kindly comes to our rescue, over and over again.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">I am not saying that I am ready to lead this study, but I am willing! And I am so thankful that He is allowing me to do it. I pray that He will be glorified!</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">This summer has been busy, but so much of it has been spent at our church! And that is so cool! VBS, Kids Kamp, and more recently, Youth Week where our youth had their very own revival. They also went to camp, where many of them made professions of faith, and several have been baptised. It has been an awesome summer. </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;">So, things are moving right along. The iron weed, golden rod and Joe pie are all out. The humidity has simmered down a little, and the greens have all gotten darker. The days are shorter, and I am anxious to buy pumpkins and see mums blooming. I am just thankful to be alive!</span>
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<br />erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-11022364253694971612011-06-12T16:51:00.007-04:002011-12-23T11:31:23.086-05:00Times They Are A Changin'Lately, everything has felt different. Nothing feels the same. Sure there are things that I still feel secure in, but even those things are growing. They may be changing for the better, but it's still a change.<br />
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My Dad, who has never been sick, had two life-threatening surgeries this year. In January, he had a VERY infected gall bladder removed. If he would have waited any longer.......Well, let's just say we're all glad he didn't. Then, last month he had a cancerous tumor removed from his kidney. Yeah, the "C" word. We have all experienced devastation somewhere in our lives that was related to that worse-than-a-four-letter word.<br />
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No offense Mom and Dad, but I see you getting older. I don't like it. I want it to all stay the same. I want you to stay the way you are. I want to always be the one in need of you, and not the other way around. That doesn't mean that I don't thoroughly enjoy doing things for you, but you are my stability.<br />
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Chase just finished his first year of middle school. He is only a few inches shorter than me-today anyway-by next week he'll probably tower over me. That seems to be the rate at which he is changing. I can still remember the summer before George and I were married and taking that little knot-head to his first VBS. He is now too old for VBS. Riding in the car to church, he hadn't yet become a glasses wearer. Now he uses contacts. His voice is not that sweet, little singing voice that would belt out "Take Me Out to the Ball Game." Now his deep voice yells from the dug out, teasing the opposing team. I once pushed him in a cart and he would turn his baseball hat inside out and put it back on his head. Now he dances to the music played over the sound system as we walk down the aisles.<br />
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No longer do we sing along with the Veggie Tales as we drive to and fro. He is usually playing his DS while I listen to my ipod. He carries a cell phone, tells me how to use mine, and can text unbelievably fast. This morning at church, he helped take chairs out of the Sunday School room and stack them in the hallway. This past week when we were at the pool, I reminisced about taking him into the kids area. Now he is going down the slide with ease, and standing flat footed in the "deep" end.<br />
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Earlier in the week, the oldest member of our church, Mrs. Blanche Moore, passed away. Friday night, I looked out my living room window and watched a cow give birth to a bull calf. Four years ago, I battled anxiety, panic attacks and agoraphobia. In two months, I will lead the women of my church in our Fall Bible study. My niece, who was 16 when George and I started dating, has been married a year already, and in November will give birth to what will probably be the cutest baby that ever drew a breath. (I say this because Brandy and her husband, Heath, are just the cutest people you've ever seen. And, they are both as tiny as you please!)<br />
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My nephew Charlie (Brandy's brother) and his wife Kayla just celebrated their 8th wedding anniversary. Kayla has been teaching for probably 5 years now. I remember going with her to set up her very first class room. A month or so ago, Charlie was ordained as a deacon. They have been trying for 6 years this month-same as me and George-to have a child.<br />
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My great-niece, Nikea, starts high school this fall, and will be turning 15 in September. In March, our nephew, Derrick, and his wife Shara gave birth to their 4th child, our 5th great-niece/nephew. In January 2010, their 2 month old son passed away, and the December a year prior ('08), Shara miscarried.<br />
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Last Sunday, our 18 year old nephew left for Parris Island. I'm sure I don't have to tell you what that means. Just 2, 2.5 weeks prior to that, he lost his grandfather. His mother, Victoria, spent years trying to have a relationship with her father, after he'd abandoned them when they were little. Now he is gone, and so is her baby. One to eternity, and one to the Marines. The irony.<br />
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One thing never changes. God. Thank God! Thank God that He doesn't change. I am thankful that we can grow in our relationships with God, but that He will stay right there, waiting for us to catch up. His laws do not change, although society's moral standards change daily. He will never leave us or forsake us. He is calm and still and in Him there is peace. He always works things together for the good.erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-45336506172850125642011-05-06T21:46:00.002-04:002011-05-06T22:53:15.247-04:00Her Price is Far Above Rubies<span style="color:#333300;">Really, I would only consider myself a part-time mom. Every other weekend I put the mom hat on, and I wear it ragged. The outfits I choose to wear that weekend purposely match the hat itself. I don't have to make the hat match the outfit. As fitting to my personality, I go all or nothing. This hat does not just cover my head, but it's rain proof and shields me from the sun all at the same time. I go full force. But Monday morning, I can barely get out of bed, and typically I don't schedule anything very serious or important for the Monday's following a "Chase-weekend." As far as actual work goes, there aren't too many additional chores with a third occupant in the home. Really, it is so much of a pleasure that any additional work doesn't seem to be of any significance. George says it's just that I push myself so hard mentally that's why I'm exhausted.</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Why? Why do I push myself so hard? Why do I rethink things? Why do I keep the prayer lines hot those 48 hours? Why do I question myself? Why do I obsess over oxi-clean, french toast and video games? And, why on earth do I get up at 5am both Saturday and Sunday?</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Sure, there is a part of me that doesn't want to give the ex anything to talk about. I want to cover all the bases and tie up any loose ends. There's also that glitch in my personality that pushes me to obsess over any task that is set before me. But then there's that desire. There's the desire to be a mom, and make the most of the opportunity set before me during those short 48 hours that God blesses me with a boy. As Beth Moore would say, "a man-child." I want to drink it up. I want to savor every opportunity to wash those little tighty-whities, buy bubble gum flavored toothpaste, and play "I Spy" while we drive to church. Those tighty-whities are not near as small as they were 8 years ago. They are no longer adorned with Scooby-Doo or Sponge Bob. They are now purchased in the same section of the store as Daddy's, along with shirts and jeans-albeit small, but still in the men's section.</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Above all, I want to cherish this blessing that God has so graciously given. I don't know if the Lord has children in store for my womb, but I have a precious boy who needs me if only on occasion. This is my purpose, and I have know that since meeting my husband. My reason for being here is wrapped up in a now 5' +, 100+lb, blond-haired, blue-eyed (now with contacts) good-humored, kind-hearted pre-teen. If I can be anywhere close to the mom that I am blessed to have, I will feel that I have done right by him.</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">I have a lot to live up to though. I have the greatest mom. I knew growing up that she was a wonderful mother, and I have always been thankful for her, but now I really get it. She is awesome! The 31st chapter of Proverbs describes the ideal woman. Every time I read that chapter, I feel as though I am reading a description of my mom. </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">My Dad had surgery yesterday. My mom, with grace and determination stayed right there the entire time. Honestly, it feels weird to make that statement, because I know her. I know there's no where else she would be. But, I realize some people do not have the grit and the heart of service, loyalty and love that God put in my momma. We were surprised to learn that my dad was going to have to be put in SICU following his surgery. Naturally-for my mom-she already knew she was staying. I think if my mom had to sleep standing against the wall in the hallway outside SICU, she'd just shrug her shoulders and say, "I'll be fine."</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">My mom can so easily put herself aside and be ready and willing to do whatever is needed of her by her loved one. She is a true servant of the Lord, and His love comes through her in her care of others. I have never known someone so selfless and loving. I appreciate her so much. I am thankful to have her as my friend. I am so honored to have her as a role model. She is a wonderful follower of Jesus Christ, a loving, submissive, protective wife, and a total rock star as a mom. And, to 3 cats, one dog and the aforementioned pre-teen, she is the epitome of a </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Gran-maw. </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">I love you Mom! I am so thankful for you and I hope you have a wonderful Mother's Day!</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#333300;">Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.....Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come. She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.</span></em><br /><span style="color:#333300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Proverbs 31: 10-12 & 25-30</span>erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-5090821939329034362011-03-12T13:31:00.002-05:002011-03-12T14:03:09.214-05:00Church, Basketball & Sunshine<span style="color:#000099;">Just a warning, this will probably be very random.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">As I type this, I am watching the UK game. Well, sort of watching. It makes me nervous to pay to much attention to it. If I hear the crowd get loud, one of the announcers actually say something worthwhile, or a buzzer sounds, then I will look up at the TV to see what's happening. Otherwise, I occasionally glance at the score to make sure we're still ahead. If we get behind, I may have to turn the TV off all together or just change the channel and then check the final score later on. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I don't think any other sports fans in any other state feel the pressure like Kentuckians. I think in some way, we think they need us in order to play. Notice I even said "to make sure <strong><em>We</em></strong>'re ahead." We think that's OUR team and we depend on them, but somewhere down inside, we believe the feeling is mutual. It is, what am I saying. Have you ever been to Rupp!?! The only feeling that tops being in Rupp Arena is the moving of the Holy Spirit. I don't care if your married or you've had babies, for most of us Kentuckians there is one game that was the happiest moment of our life, and one-involving another blue & white team-that was the worst moment of our life. We can relate most events in our life to how it fell in relation to basketball season, how far KY made it through the NCAA tourney that year, and a certain player or players that stole our hearts that season. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">An example would be: I relate my childhood to the Kenny "Sky" Walker years. Middle School was John, Sean, Richie and Deron. Then there were those depressing-what was that coach's name?-years. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Any Kentuckian, no matter their design style will proudly display a poster of the cats with that season's schedule in the same room as Monet or Van Gogh. We see royal blue, and know the correct name for that color is "Kentucky Blue." We all own something in that particular shade, whether it be a t-shirt, hoodie, garden flag or the collar on our dog. It's just sacred here. By the way......they're up by 14 right now. Shew! Nerves, nerves!</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Another highlight to this day, other than the game, is watching it with the windows open. As you know, most of basketball season is spent with the heater on, so the combination of Kentucky Blue on the TV, and Robin's Egg Blue in the sky are very pleasant. It makes for an anything-but-blue day. Thank God for the sunshine after the rain! The river's are still high after steady rains most of the last couple weeks, but today is a wonderful, much needed break.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">This morning, I had the privilege of going out to church to take part in training for a new ministry. If sunshine and basketball don't make you feel good, being around your brothers and sisters-in-Christ certainly will. I was pretty anxious when I went this morning. I was asked to participate in this ministry, and I have felt inadequate ever since. I know it is not one that will make use of any spiritual talents that I may have been blessed with, but one where I will rely solely on the Lord. I guess that's the only reason why I knew I should accept the invitation to do this. I am not capable or equipped, so hopefully I won't let my pride get in the way. Hopefully I won't go into this thinking "I can do this." But, will be assured that I most certainly cannot, and only HE can. I hope that He will use me.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">So, that is my Saturday. It's half time, and we're up! WooHoo! Gonna go try to catch my breath before the second half starts and I have to find something else to distract me while <em>my boys</em> play their hearts out.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span>erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-42931870476071546742011-02-28T21:52:00.009-05:002011-02-28T22:33:10.156-05:00Gotta Have It-Well, I used to.<span style="color:#990000;">Tomorrow will make 6 months since I've had a drink of pop. That may not sound like much, but trust me, it is. For me anyway. I have loved pop-or soda-since I can remember. We used to get Pepsi in a 4 or 6 pack of what I think were 16 oz bottles. Once we'd emptied all the bottles, we returned those to the store when we purchased our next pack.<br /><br />Then there was the fact that my Papaw worked for Pepsi. Of course we had to show our support by drinking the stuff. One time I remember going to see my grandparents when a new version of Pepsi came out, and trying it there for the first time.<br /><br />When I would spend the night with one of my friends growing up, we'd grab a two liter and some cups and ice and spend the night downing Pepsi, giggling and talking about everything under the sun.<br /><br />At one point, I quit drinking caffeine, so I mostly drank Sprite, but I would have the occasional Caffeine-Free Pepsi. Ahhhh! Tastes just as good as the caffeinated stuff. Of course, I didn't limit myself to Pepsi alone. I've had more of my fair share of Coke, and who doesn't love Dr. Pepper, Mt. Dew and Root Beer?<br /><br />Unfortunately, my love affair with these carbonated beverages has ended. Now, those little bubbles and that layer of foam are nothing but a memory. I will admit there are days when I enter a convenience store and stare longingly at the coolers lining the back wall. But, for the most part, it is just the memory of the taste that drives me to do so, not a craving.<br /><br />I am thankful that I've made it a whole six months without a drink-of the right stuff, baby-not the hard stuff. I don't touch that other stuff. Anyway, as always, God gets the glory, cause I'm tellin' ya, I was addicted. I drank Pepsi or Coca~Cola day in and day out. I never tired of the stuff and savored every sip. Why did I quit? It was an addiction, something that consumed my thoughts. And, it wasn't too good for my kidneys, my waist line or those pearly whites. So, all in all it was just better to try to go without.<br /><br />Just for yucks and giggles, here are a few videos of old Pepsi commercials............Enjoy!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/40DykbPa4Lc?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3D_srHpH6jg?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CmPq2uz1mnM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/po0jY4WvCIc?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-77387284089237998442011-02-16T09:56:00.003-05:002011-02-16T10:29:22.318-05:00Home is Where the Heart IsAt the end of January (Jan. 26Th), my dad had surgery to remove his gallbladder. He was in a lot of pain leading up to the surgery, and actually had to have it removed earlier than the set date of surgery. After 6 days in the hospital, he finally got to come home. Praise the Lord!<br /><br />Fortunately, or unfortunately, I have had my fair share of surgeries. I didn't want to be one of those aggravating people who thought they knew all the aspects of surgery and advise my dad to death, but I wanted to help. I tried offering suggestions, or at least preparing him for certain aspects, and he still wants me around, so hopefully I didn't act like a know-it-all.<br /><br />He seems to be recovering well, and is seeing an improvement daily. Again, thanks to the Lord.<br /><br />While all of this was going on, I wanted to be with my parents the entire time. Certain responsibilities and snowy weather prevented some of that, but I was able to at least visit him in the hospital every day he was there, even if only an hour or two, and I was with them when he was discharged. <br /><br />I love my parents, and I really enjoy being with them, but when there is something out of the norm going on, I absolutely hate to leave them. The rest of the world can wait. I literally have o force myself to go do what needs to be done and leave their company. Many of the evenings, I left so I would make it home before dark. I did that for them, not for me. I would've stayed. In fact, I considered spending the night with them, but I knew that would've probably been going overboard. If I let loose, I would have full-blown OCD, and I am not making fun of those that do. That is just the simple truth.<br /><br />I think it was the day after dad came home, I called to check on him. We were talking about how it is when someone you love is in the hospital or sick, etc. My dad said that in recent years, he had truly learned the meaning of the phrase, "home is where the heart is." He recalled one of my hospital stays, and how he and mom wanted to be with me. That was how I felt while he was in there. I know they're all grown up, and that I am their daughter, not visa versa, but I still would wonder, "What if they need me?" Thankfully, I have a greater-than-great husband who understands and had no complaints.<br /><br />It is true though. Wherever our heart is, that is where we long to be. Kind of like that longing that is in all of us. Sometimes, it comes out in an appetite for material things, a drive for success, many failed relationships, the 'need' to make more money. However it surfaces, it all stems from the same thing. We are all longing for home. We are all longing for Jesus. Even once we have Him in our hearts, the longing is only pacified. Our true heart's desire is embedded in us to be with our Creator. We will never be satisfied until we are <em>home</em>. Until that time comes, we need to spend every moment we can with our Father. We need to ask ourselves, "What if He needs me?" We need to be ready and willing to do what He asks of us. And, we need to do it because we love Him, and all else pales in comparison.erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-68172530692594137882011-01-21T13:38:00.005-05:002011-01-21T14:20:46.360-05:00Clean As a WhistleAhhh. I have that wonderful feeling that all is well in the world. I am sitting here basking in the glow of my freshly mopped floors, my gleaming countertops and glistening faucets. Perfect vacuum cleaner rows line my carpet just like a freshly cut lawn, as "Pacific Fresh" Lysol lingers in the air. Of course complete Utopia would be no stains on the carpet, windows so clean you had to touch them to make sure they were there, and a place for some of those things that just seem to hang around waiting for a permanent home.<br /><br />No earthly thing pleases me more than organization. I love it when there is no ironing that needs to be done, towels are all folded and put in the cabinet, there are no dirty dishes in the sink. Nothing stresses me more than a mess. Don't get me wrong, we live in our home. There are days when I wouldn't even want my parents or closet friend to stop by for fear of them calling the producers of "Hoarders." (Ok, that's an exaggeration, but I'd at least like for them to have a place to sit.)<br /><br />Strangely enough, no one else's mess seems to bother me that bad. Smells.....well, those do bother me. Sorry. But, if I were to come to your house and it was less than perfect, I would more likely feel right at home than offended. Trust me, I have a tween boy living here part time, and a husband. No adjectives needed for the latter. We live on a farm with cow poop, and dry feed, plain ole dirt and an occasional strand of hay here or there on the floor. We know all about grass stains and dogs that roll in dead stuff, kitty-cats with muddy paw prints, and did I say cow poop? Then there is lime dust from the steel mill, my clumsy spills of coffee on the carpet, sugar on the counter, cat food drips on the floor and crumbs in the couch cushions.<br /><br />Those few precious times when the things above are non-existent, those are the moments I drink in. Then, I get thirsty and there goes the "no dirty dishes in the sink." It's kind of like sin. Can you imagine how refreshing and clean we will one day be when we are sin-free and perfected in Him?! When we are in Heaven, we won't have to stomp our feet on the porch to knock all the snow off our boots, but more importantly, we will have no guilt, because we will be away from sin and temptation, and the tempter himself. We will be whiter than snow.<br /><br />Thankfully, if we've asked Jesus into our heart, He already sees us that way. Of course we continue to sin, because we are not perfect and we are human beings. But, if we have been forgiven, we are washed in the blood of the Lamb, and that is all He sees. Can you imagine looking at your home every day, and not seeing a random piece of lint on the floor, or a timy piece of a wrapper that didn't quite make it to the trash can? No dirt. No stains.<br /><br />I don't know about anyone else, but I am so thankful that my sins are washed away and in His eyes I am clean, and ready for Heaven.erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-86014773898562611742011-01-11T18:33:00.005-05:002011-01-11T19:45:27.914-05:00TESTimonyFirst off, today is my man's birthday. Happy 34Th, Babe! I am thankful for you and so honored to be your wife!<br /><br /><br />Ten days ago, January 1, 2011 (See, today is 01/11/11, then it was 01/01/11...anyway) I had the extreme privilege of sharing my testimony with the Seniors group at our church, known to us as, The Elderberries. For months, I have felt called to share what our merciful Lord did for me during a traumatic season of my life. Actually, I think I have felt lead to do this for over a year now. Within the last year, I have prayed about how to go about this. I have prayed that the Lord confirm to me that it was His will, lest I do it of my own accord and without His blessing.<br /><br />Throughout the entire year, He showed me time after time the importance of telling one's "story" to others. First, I wrote about it on this blog, entries I have since deleted, but may revise and repost in the future. Then, I typed it out. All 9 pages of it. I read it aloud one day while home alone, and it took 30 minutes! I then submitted the written testimony along with a letter of explanation to my pastor. It was in the middle of summer when our church is normally packed to overflowing with little ones participating in one ministry after another. I had even told him in the letter not to worry about getting back to me till things had died down.<br /><br />Finally, right before George and I went to Gatlinburg, (was that in October??) I wrote him another letter stating that I realized I had been disobedient-or putting off what God was wanting-by not scheduling an appointment with him sooner. The day after we were scheduled to get back from Tennessee, I went to the church to meet with him. We decided on a few ministries within the church where I could get my start.<br /><br />So, before long, the leader of Elderberries approached me to schedule a time for me to come. Between us meeting, and the actual event, I set to work on gathering my thoughts. I quickly threw out the 9 page <em>thesis</em> that I felt most of those gentle, elderly souls would fight to stay awake for, or maybe gladly use as a time to get a little snooze in, and I started fresh.<br /><br />My original plan was to tell much of my life leading up to this specific season I mentioned earlier. I had included my salvation at age five, my first day of kindergarten, leaving home after high school, quitting college and moving home, all the way up to my mother-in-law's passing the year prior to this specific life-altering, God-glorifying, blessed, faith challenging event. As I reviewed all that I had written, I felt like someone on one of those old movies or cartoons who begin at <strong><em>the</em></strong> <em><strong>very beginning</strong></em>......for example, "It all started on a warm day in October, 1978..." I could see heads nodding and eyes slamming shut at the mere thought of it. I needed to skip all that, and get right to the meat and potatoes.<br /><br />Throughout this time, God was revealing many things to me. I may find a scripture that spoke what I wanted to say, or a poem in one of my devotionals, or a similar personal experience detailed in a Christian living book. I was taking notes on just about everything. Occasionally, I would sit at the computer and type out my latest find and add it to the folder containing my collection. I would practice while I was in the shower. (If George was home, I would simply mouth my words, otherwise, I would speak out loud.) As I was talking, I would think, "No, I don't need to include that." Day after day, I would cut out even more, taking it down to as small a time period as I could.<br /><br />By the time the "big day" rolled around, I had scratched it all. I still had my typed quotes and scriptures, but I had axed any sort of plan for what I was actually going to say. My outline was appropriately tossed in the garbage, and my heart opened to prayer. Throughout the course of the nerve-wracking day, I made a continual, simple plea to the Lord. "Father, I just want You to use me." At one point, I even said, "Lord, I am taking these quotes and scriptures with me, but I have no intent of using any of them, unless I fell Your prodding."<br /><br />We arrived late. My nerve-o-meter shot to the top and belted out a panicked alarm in bright red. We had left the house an hour and fifteen minutes before the meeting was to take place. We had intentions of hitting Sears, but it was already closed due to it being New Years Day. So, we headed out for the church, putting us there at what we thought was 30 minutes early. As we turned into the parking lot, we saw a sea of cars. Huh? What is going on? My loving husband tried desperately to console his early-bird wife, but I got a little snappy, and almost to the point of tears.<br /><br />As we walked in, I felt undependable, unreliable, and a little aggravated that I wasn't actually those things, but had more than likely appeared to be to this group. "They probably thought I bailed!" I told George as we stood in the foyer shedding our coats. He kept saying, "You didn't know. It's not your fault." I kept debating, "But they don't know that!"<br /><br />We eased in, and already self-conscious, I was now a tad miffed. What a way to be when you are wanting to speak on the grace and mercy of your loving Lord! I pulled aside the leader's daughter to ask what was going on. She informed me that they'd moved the time to 4pm instead of 5pm for the winter months. She realized that I had not been informed of this, but lovingly reassured me that all was well, and the time had been filled with food and music, and there was still time for me to share my story.<br /><br />O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever. Psalm 118:29<br /><br />God, in His perfect love for me knew that I would not be best suited to sitting for an hour waiting my turn. Normally, a patient person, when my nerves are all wired, I am a person of action. My passive personality gets aggressively tossed to the side, as my assertive, determined and somewhat bossy characteristics take over, full-force. Being nervous ain't no place for sissies. When your that crazy on the inside, and you still have to maintain control the outside, let me just say, a little bossiness can be tolerated.<br /><br />So....we were there ten maybe fifteen minutes, before it was my turn. Honestly, that was a guess. I have no idea how long we were there, but it was long enough. (and that is no reflection on the gathering or those gathered-just my desire to get on with it) Fortunately, the Lord enabled me to use our tardiness as an icebreaker, and a humbling reminder that He is in control, and this is all on Him anyway.<br /><br />I don't remember what all I said, and I used a few of my typed scriptures, but I think only one of my quotes. I was shaky at first, and I got emotional at times, but I felt the Lord working through me. Somehow, he fit all of the pieces together to clearly get across what this servant of His was so desperately wanting to convey. He blessed my heart. Not only did He bring me through the trial of which I spoke on, but He then blessed me again by being able to share it with others.<br /><br />The LORD will give strength unto his people; the LORD will bless his people with peace.<br />Psalm 29:11erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-51670544365052650922010-12-31T22:11:00.004-05:002010-12-31T22:29:48.491-05:00End of 2010<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;">On this, the last day of 2010, I would like to share a verse from the last book of the Bible.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#666600;"><em>And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever</em>. Rev. 20:10</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;">(Did you notice the address...20:10?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;">I think this is a wonderful promise to remember as we leave one year behind and begin another. In case you have never read the book of Revelation, I don't want to spoil it for you, but I will tell you it is a "happy ending." We win in the end. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;">As we go into this new year, we can rest assured that there is nothing to fear. There is nothing that we need to worry about or dread. God is in all things, and He has gone before us. He has prepared the way. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;">Yes, we do have trials and troubles to face, sometimes on a daily basis. But, we are not alone, and we will emerge victorious. As you face this new year, try looking at each day with this question in your heart, "What is God going to teach me today?" Then, when you are presented with these life lessons, try letting them sink in and be treasures that you take with you. Let them add to your suit of armor and provide extra protection for the next battle.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;">We will certainly face battle, but He has not left us unequipped. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#666600;"><em>Show me thy ways, O LORD; teach me thy paths</em>. </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#666600;">Psalm 25:4</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"></span>erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-60175809695366770722010-12-25T19:15:00.003-05:002010-12-25T19:55:50.265-05:00Dream BigLast night, we went to my Father-in-law's to celebrate Christmas Eve with him and the rest of the in-laws. While we were there, my father-in-law commented on a story I'd written. He told me that I really should write more, or be a writer or something nice like that. <br /><br />Honestly, this is a dream that I have entertained on occasion. I have no idea if I will ever try to pursue that dream outside the confines of this blog, a letter to a friend, or the rare journal entry. Many times I have written a chapter or two in my mind. A chapter of <em>what</em> would be the question. Sometimes I think I would try my hand at fiction, but does my vocabulary contain enough adjectives to captivate anyone's attention? Then, there are times I think maybe I would tell <em>my story</em>, which would actually be <em>my testimony</em>. Then, I feel inadequate to think that I could convey what the Lord has done for me and put it neatly wrapped within the pages of a book. If I could dictate many of the humorous stories that have happened to my husband, or express with great accuracy the exhaustive practical jokes he and his co-workers have managed to pull of, I would have a best-seller for sure. The only problem is, no one would believe that it was non-fiction.<br /><br />Aside from writing, there are other dreams that I have that seem unattainable. Those dreams that we have decided to deem only that-dreams. The practical side says that we will never really reach those goals, but we can have fun dreaming. On the way to my Mamaw's yesterday, I saw a billboard with Susan Boyle on it, encouraging passers-by to dream big. What are somethings that you dream about? What would you want to be if you could be anything? Or what talent would you like to possess?<br /><br />When I think about this, there are a lot of things that come to mind. Writing would of course be one of those things. I would love to put the thoughts that flood my imagination onto paper and watch them come to life. I do not think that I am equipped to play a musical instrument. I really don't think that my mind works in a way that can manage that, but that would be a very cool talent! I love music and to be able to play it would be such a blessing. <br /><br />As far as professions go, if I had it to do over, I would've majored in something related to farming or animals. Then again, I may have just went straight to vocational school and tried to become a general contractor. So many things, so little time....... <br /><br />The ultimate job is one I hope that God has in His plan for me. I am extremely blessed to be the stepmom to the sweetest boy on earth, but my heart's desire to be a mother continues to be at the forefront of my mind. This <em>is</em> my dream job, and one I pray that God is preparing me for daily. Only He knows, and only time will tell.<br /><br />Back to the talent thing......I would love to be able to paint. I can paint a wall like nobody's business, but that's not what I mean. I would love to be able to see something and put it on paper. I love the outdoors, and I like taking pictures, but to let that image come from my soul and have the exact moment-which the delay of a digital camera lets slip right by while it focuses in-accurately portrayed with intense feeling, perfect hues and intricate details, that would be a true talent and one given only by God. <br /><br />What's your dream?erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-63728480327609207162010-12-03T19:55:00.020-05:002010-12-05T15:33:59.273-05:00Tis the Season<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvx_1uGQFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XpNzg0O0eFY/s1600/my%2Bcamera%2B2%2B005.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547293445091377234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvx_1uGQFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XpNzg0O0eFY/s320/my%2Bcamera%2B2%2B005.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /><br />It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.......<br /><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvvGd1yF_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/pyf9dvroX1o/s1600/Christmas%2BDecorating%2B%2526%2Bothers%2B022.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547290260405360626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvvGd1yF_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/pyf9dvroX1o/s320/Christmas%2BDecorating%2B%2526%2Bothers%2B022.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /><br />There is something so special about this time of year. I think I speak for a lot of Christians when I say that the world has turned this to a season of profit and squelched the true meaning. It disappoints me when I think about it. A few seasons spent working retail tainted my view a little as well. Christmas became a time to dread. I am so thankful that I got away from that line of work so that my thoughts could again cherish this time of wonder and humbleness.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvvX0TuOeI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ykIbyPC56ho/s1600/Christmas%2BDecorating%2B%2526%2Bothers%2B013.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547290558494292450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvvX0TuOeI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ykIbyPC56ho/s320/Christmas%2BDecorating%2B%2526%2Bothers%2B013.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /><br />I think mostly of Mary when I reflect on the original Christmas. I try to imagine how she must have felt to be told that she would bare the Christ child. I'm sure there were so many emotions that flooded that young girl. I have to believe that a part of her was terrified initially, but I think that didn't last long. I don't believe that God would've chosen her if her faith was weak. I think she was more honored and humbled that she was chosen than she was selfishly thinking of the reactions of others. I think she knew without a doubt that it would all work out. She had no time to be frightened at the aspect of being pregnant with no husband, or frightened of bearing a child, frightened of labor pains, frightened of her parents reaction, frightened for her life. I think her time was consumed with thoughts of praise and thankfulness and marveling at what possibilities God could have in store not only for her, but for His people, Israel.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvvlPhlQuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/MvyvXg5i6Vw/s1600/Christmas%2BDecorating%2B%2526%2Bothers%2B028.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547290789138481890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvvlPhlQuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/MvyvXg5i6Vw/s320/Christmas%2BDecorating%2B%2526%2Bothers%2B028.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /><br />Christmas to me is a time to think about the sacrifice God made when he became flesh and left His throne. He knew even before that moment that the prophecy must be fulfilled. He knew that only the Lamb could save us from our sins and conquer death so that we might live. The true gift was given.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvwA7OP-RI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bSJeuB0Fhxs/s1600/lil%2Bchase%2Bby%2Btree.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547291264725022994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvwA7OP-RI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bSJeuB0Fhxs/s320/lil%2Bchase%2Bby%2Btree.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvwRMM7U5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/H0GydpFh1gU/s1600/lil%2Bchase%2Bin%2Bbox.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547291544160785298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvwRMM7U5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/H0GydpFh1gU/s320/lil%2Bchase%2Bin%2Bbox.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /><br />When I shop for gifts, I try to get something specifically for that person. I could never give them what our Lord gave us. But, I want to show my love through my gifts, just as He showed His love through His gift. Of course, the material things that I pass out around the tree pale in comparison, but I hope the thought is a true representation of my love for that person. No amount of money can compare to the love that I try so hard to put into that package. Of course, I try to get them something that they want, which is usually something that will not last and will not bring true joy, but I could never fill that with a simple shopping list. Only the Lord, only our Savior could give the Ultimate Gift. I just hope that I can give in a way that is symbolic and in tradition and remembrance of HIM.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvsu5-0euI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4XIQphO8KgM/s1600/cousins%2Bchristmas.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547287656619342562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvsu5-0euI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4XIQphO8KgM/s320/cousins%2Bchristmas.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvsBIf4uDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PN9amIFySio/s1600/25_22.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547286870242146354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvsBIf4uDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PN9amIFySio/s320/25_22.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /><br />Growing up, my grandparents came over on Christmas morning. We'd have breakfast and then open gifts. My papaw would make a production out of opening his gifts. He would shake them, smell them, and after only removing a corner of paper pour out thank you after thank you. He was a clown.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvtHQcPbYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/25BTplLNEak/s1600/me%2Bn%2Bfront%2Btree.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547288074965183874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvtHQcPbYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/25BTplLNEak/s320/me%2Bn%2Bfront%2Btree.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /><br />My granny on the other hand, was an actress. She would buy her own gifts that were supposed to be from my papaw, wrap them and put them under the tree. When she opened them, you would almost be convinced that papaw spent countless hours dodging patrons to find the exact color and fit that would suit her. She raved and oohed and awed to her faithful companion, praising him for his wonderful gift. I think she nearly convinced herself that he'd been the one to buy it instead of her.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvteXsIKeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/K4G4UROJ0Xg/s1600/chase%2Bkeekee%2Bchristmas.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547288472047856098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvteXsIKeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/K4G4UROJ0Xg/s320/chase%2Bkeekee%2Bchristmas.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /><br />One of my favorite gifts of all time was a watch set that my Dad bought me. It was one face that popped into several different bands in a variety of pastels. That fit me to a tee. I was the kid whose play clothes even had to match, so the thought of a watch to go with each outfit was ingenious!<br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvwyZkvpYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Uq65uhBPyGg/s1600/christmas08.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547292114686027138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvwyZkvpYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Uq65uhBPyGg/s320/christmas08.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /><br />Another of my favorite gifts was my Granny's ring. My Granny passed away in March of '98. We found her engagement ring-which we didn't think was of any material value-with a cut through the band. She had horrible arthritis, and my Papaw had to cut her rings off of her because she couldn't get them over her swollen joints. Even with the sliced band, the ring fit my finger perfectly. It meant something to me that her ring fit my finger. That our ring fingers had been the same size. Well, that Christmas, my parents had the ring fixed and gave it to me. I will always cherish it as well as the memory.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvxsJTUjLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ohHZh0RQKcw/s1600/my%2Bcamera%2B2%2B040.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547293106750393522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvxsJTUjLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ohHZh0RQKcw/s320/my%2Bcamera%2B2%2B040.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /><br />My first Christmas as a wife and stepmother was so meaningful. I think it clicked in me that year. From that Christmas on, I haven't cared if I ever get another gift, but I've wanted to buy Chase everything I could. It is such fun to buy for a child and my own at that. I love to buy for him, and he is very entertaining when he opens his gifts too. He always seems thankful for everything he gets too, even if it's clothes.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvt1Ae7FPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/zBBZPwcBj1A/s1600/1st%2Bchristmas%2Bg%2B%2526%2Bc.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547288860955448562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvt1Ae7FPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/zBBZPwcBj1A/s320/1st%2Bchristmas%2Bg%2B%2526%2Bc.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvuC8l-1dI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Dx_jUu2aHag/s1600/1st%2Bchristmas%2Bme%2B%2526%2Bc.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547289100429481426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvuC8l-1dI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Dx_jUu2aHag/s320/1st%2Bchristmas%2Bme%2B%2526%2Bc.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvuO1rWInI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3qyGqON4Q-w/s1600/1st%2Bchristmas%2Bchase.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547289304731361906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvuO1rWInI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3qyGqON4Q-w/s320/1st%2Bchristmas%2Bchase.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><br /><br />Christmas seems to go by faster all the time. I know when we were kids, we couldn't imagine it going by faster than it did then. I hope that this Christmas, you have time to think about what is Christmas. To think about Jesus, and be with family and enjoy a church service or two that pays tribute to this momentous occasion. I hope you don't feel guilty for eating too much or spending too much, but that you can hear the laughter echoing in your ears, see little ones with bright, expectant eyes, and maybe let one tear of thankfulness escape to trail down your face.<br /><br /><br />Merry Christmas.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvuk8BBLkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jFGzkWNsB2c/s1600/santa%2Bhat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547289684389998146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TPvuk8BBLkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jFGzkWNsB2c/s320/santa%2Bhat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>~I actually wrote this post on Friday, but hadn't added the pictures yet. This morning, our pastor talked about Mary, and how she must have felt when approached by the angel. He also talked about her humbleness and faith. I thought that was so awesome! By Tuesday, you can probably hear his message at </em><a href="http://www.garnerbaptist.org/">http://www.garnerbaptist.org/</a> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span>erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-3511358076762980152010-11-23T11:44:00.004-05:002010-11-25T05:12:56.180-05:00Counting My Blessings<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank You, Lord, for everything</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>for the wonderful promise each new day brings.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank You, Lord, for my man so sweet</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>for our two hearts that as one now beat.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank You, Lord, for the simple life</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>for no public job to cause me strife.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank You, Lord, for my boy, Chase.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>When I look at him, I remember Your grace.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank You, Lord, for the cattle on the hill</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>for our personal supply of "happy meals."</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank You, Lord, for my Mom and my Dad</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>who have loved me through it all, the good and the bad.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank You, Lord, for the smell of fresh cut hay</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>for that John Deere tractor we'll pay off one day.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank you, Lord, for my Daddy-in-law</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>who'll help me with anything if I give 'em a call.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank You, Lord, for our beautiful farm</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>for keeping us safe from all harm.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank You, Lord, for my brother so tall,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>he stuck with me through the long haul.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank You, Lord, for our crazy pets</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>who are faithful to remind us when we've not fed them yet.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank You, Lord, for all my in-laws</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>when compared to me, they all look so small.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>Thank You, Lord, for all of Your love</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><em>and that one day I'll see You in heaven above.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">~Erin </span>erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-46764377134062679882010-11-18T16:12:00.011-05:002010-11-18T17:25:02.126-05:00Story TimeI truly love to read, but I do not read all the time. During the warmer weather, I am usually outside whether by choice or because my work demands it. I don't have as settled a mindset in the warmer, longer days. I actually love cooler weather, and would rather be outside then, but those are the times I find myself reading continually. I can read a novel in 2 or 3 days, which is bittersweet. I like getting through the book, but at the same time, I like to drag it out a little. I fall in love with those characters. They all have a place in my heart. I can see them and understand them, and I want to know all about them.<br /><br />Today, it is rainy and dreary, and what I would think of as perfect reading whether. I would love to curl up with my throw quilt my mom made me and nestle down in the cushions of the couch. Pour a cup of coffee and slip into another time and place. It seems that within the pages of a good book, any destination sounds delightful, any time period sounds perfect, any character sounds charming.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TOWi5Lsif-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Hi-VSkKioXM/s1600/pbear.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541014019825106914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TOWi5Lsif-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Hi-VSkKioXM/s320/pbear.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />My favorite books are Christian Romance Novels. I can read contemporary, but I prefer early America. My heart longs for stories set on the open prairies, usually at a ranch. I like to envision those resourceful women working their hearts out to make their house a home. I love thinking about how simple things were. I almost feel that maybe I should've been born into that time. Then, I think about my air conditioner and I know God makes no mistakes.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TOWlw8kBSXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/How2S6_Mo5Q/s1600/tumblr_l5fdweyUDY1qzjiplo1_r1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541017176858773874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TOWlw8kBSXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/How2S6_Mo5Q/s320/tumblr_l5fdweyUDY1qzjiplo1_r1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I also like stories that take place in Europe, preferably England. I think about Victorian ladies and boarding schools, cobble stone streets and English sea captains, tea time and Scotland Yard. I guess I have my mother, Sir Arthur Canon Doyle, Dame Agatha, and Ms. Jane Austen to thank for that. I have never been out of the country physically, but oh the travels made possible by many a good book. Some by the authors I've mentioned as well as C.S. Lewis and Narnia. When I was smaller, I liked to read of the bear found in Paddington station. Amelia Bedelia and her literal mind were very amusing to me.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TOWlf5elLrI/AAAAAAAAAOY/BbeUi9AXnbA/s1600/sherlock.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541016883972878002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TOWlf5elLrI/AAAAAAAAAOY/BbeUi9AXnbA/s320/sherlock.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Nowadays, I like most Christian authors. I have yet to read an Amish book, but I have heard so many wonderful things about them. My favorite authors are Janette Oke and Lori Wick. My Granny introduced me to the former and I have a sacred collection of her books tucked away. Occasionally, I will get them out and reread them, but I mostly hope to pass them on. Lori Wick, is undoubtedly my favorite. I seemingly crave her books. My fingers tingle as they turn the pages in anticipation, my eyes scan over the words drinking it all in adjective after adjective. Her's are the books that have kept me up many a night. More importantly, the Lord has blessed me with many spiritual lessons through her writings. Each book has reiterated a truth found in the Good Book.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TOWlGeGys7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mzm0ZzlSqOQ/s1600/ChroniclesOfNarnia_300x298.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541016447128613810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TOWlGeGys7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mzm0ZzlSqOQ/s320/ChroniclesOfNarnia_300x298.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Currently, I am also enamored with audio books. Oh my goodness! How thankful I am at this time in my life that I live out in the country and that it takes awhile to get where you're going. I have even found myself looking forward to doctor's appointments because of the driving time I will have to listen to my stories. Wow! I am telling you, if they still had radio programs I might get rid of my tv!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TOWkhrDktcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CHLy3FZ-SIA/s1600/herculepoirot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541015814949615042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TOWkhrDktcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CHLy3FZ-SIA/s320/herculepoirot.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Speaking of that, since it looks like my satellite will be out until tomorrow, I may just have to go pick out a book and start making some coffee. I may even turn down the heat in order to appreciate the warmth of my little quilt.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TOWkLGuiF4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/bkNezn82v68/s1600/MissMarple01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541015427240564610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TOWkLGuiF4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/bkNezn82v68/s320/MissMarple01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In case you're wondering, that's Ms. Marple, named for the infamous Agatha Christie character.erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-24039127471762740002010-11-09T23:28:00.004-05:002010-11-10T00:13:45.291-05:00Clear As Mud<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">Do you ever have those moments where something just clicks? You have pondered and deliberated, hashed and rehashed, analyzed and over analyzed. Then, there it is. Staring you right in the face. As my husband says, "If it'd been a snake it'd bit ya." </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">Clarity.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">Following clarity is usually giddiness that then sets the plan in motion. If you are <strong>anal</strong>ytical, rational, logical, methodical, prudent and intentional-like myself-relief washes over you to now see a possible resolve for what was such an entanglement of open-ended equations. I think we all feel a bit like Einstein must have felt when he worked out the equation of relativity, only ours likely pales in how it will impact the entire world. Chances are, these problems that we face only impact us. We are the only ones who care how they pan out. We are the only ones who have spent sleepless nights working this through at many different angles. We've even prayed. Possibly sought advice. Confided in another.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">Once we have that light bulb moment, hope follows. We have something to work toward. I think of Border Collies. Border Collies have to have something to do. They are workers. They will herd children or pineapples, sticks or shoes. If they are not put to work-as God designed them-to herd sheep or cattle, they will find something to do. They take pleasure in being needed and being useful. They love to aid in working through a situation. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">Sometimes, we know that those light bulb moments, whatever form they come in, are revelations from God. We do not actually have to have experiences like that of John in order to have a revelation. God uses the most obvious and the least expected ways to show us HIM. Tonight, I had a little of both.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">We are currently in revival at church. So, the Lord is showing me things that I have been anticipating. I do not mean they are things that I thought they'd be. I mean that at the times I am in the actual service, I am anticipating to hear from God. But, God isn't confined to a box. God isn't confined to the walls of a church. God is not confined to the pages of the Bible-although that is one remarkable, certain place to find Him.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">If we open ourselves. If we live in anticipation of meeting with God. He will surely make Himself known. Seek and ye shall find. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">After church, I talked with my best friend, Alicia. It is truly a treasure to have a "Best Friend." But for myself, and Alicia, we feel it is more precious than rubies. Both of us have been hurt, misunderstood, taken advantage of, expected to be someone we're not, accused while innocent. We came to our friendship broken, untrusting, skittish, awkward and scared. God has mended our hearts through the gift of these similarities as well as some of our more positive similarities. We have joined hearts. As Anne would say, we are kindred spirits.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">My friend always treads carefully when offering advice. She doesn't want to hurt me, but more importantly than that, she wants to guide me in a way that honors the Lord. She helped me tonight. She was used of the Lord to open my eyes to something that He wanted me to see.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">Clarity.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">Clarity=Peace</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">Peace=Thankfulness</span>erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-52664094194623401202010-10-31T13:45:00.010-04:002010-10-31T16:22:28.121-04:00There's No Place Like Home<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">So much seems to have happened since my last post. First of all, we went to Gatlinburg, but cut our trip really short-not that it was all that long to begin with. We were due to leave on a Sunday morning, then return on Thursday. We really love it there. We love the variety of things to see, but mostly, we love the scenery. I guess the other times that we've been there have not been the busy season. As you can imagine, going in October certainly is the busy season. George and I neither one are much on crowds, so this was an automatic turn off for us.<br /><br />The crowds that we've faced on previous trips paled in comparisson to this time. We couldn't even stroll side-by-side holding hands window shopping and smiling at the people passing. It was more like dodging here and there and bouncing back and forth from the right side of the sidewalk to the left and trying to keep an eye on whichever of us was in front. I know that I constantly reminded myself what color shirt George had on so I could pick him out if we got separated.<br /><br />Our hotel was the goddiest thing I'd ever seen! It was clean as a pen, but the decorations were definitely lacking style and flow. Our favorite part of the room was the wrap around balcony. I would sit out there of a morning and do my devotion with a cup of coffee in tow.<br /><br />The highlights were the trip up the mountain on the skylift. We enjoyed getting to look out over the town. We also enjoyed the food of course. We ate breakfast at Flapjacks, and it was just our style. The other highlight was driving through the Smokies. We didn't make it to Cades Cove this trip, but we drove up the mountain and stopped at several pull-offs to admire the foliage. The colors weren't as vibriant until we got to a higher elevation. We were constatnly saying to one another, "Oh, look!" It was definitely a revelation from God. Only beauty like that could be designed by His hand.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TM20xAKJT0I/AAAAAAAAANI/UhFD_b57nU4/s1600/Gburg%26G%27s+deer+018.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534278271057350466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TM20xAKJT0I/AAAAAAAAANI/UhFD_b57nU4/s320/Gburg%26G%27s+deer+018.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TM21Gaj1jcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/FL_JpjjbTxs/s1600/Gburg%26G%27s+deer+022.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534278638921682370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TM21Gaj1jcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/FL_JpjjbTxs/s320/Gburg%26G%27s+deer+022.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><br /><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TM21cag3v-I/AAAAAAAAANY/m0qAIJupRJk/s1600/Gburg%26G%27s+deer+027.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534279016866365410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TM21cag3v-I/AAAAAAAAANY/m0qAIJupRJk/s320/Gburg%26G%27s+deer+027.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><br /><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TM21siLl2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/HpGXfTrkMu8/s1600/Gburg%26G%27s+deer+041.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534279293802502242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TM21siLl2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/HpGXfTrkMu8/s320/Gburg%26G%27s+deer+041.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TM21_45DzeI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZWZKRiT9ZGw/s1600/Gburg%26G%27s+deer+046.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534279626316303842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TM21_45DzeI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZWZKRiT9ZGw/s320/Gburg%26G%27s+deer+046.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><br /><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TM22R2EhNUI/AAAAAAAAANw/7EkMWSde25w/s1600/Gburg%26G%27s+deer+050.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534279934796707138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TM22R2EhNUI/AAAAAAAAANw/7EkMWSde25w/s320/Gburg%26G%27s+deer+050.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><br /><br />It was Tuesday when we drove up there. We got back into town around 1pm. We decided to eat and look around some more. We walked forever and ever. By the time we got back to the hotel, we were worn out. We had pretty much decided that we were going to cut our trip short and leave in the morning. As I began to pack up what we wouldn't be needing to get ready with in the morning, George went out to sit on the balcony. While I placed each item in the suitcases, I kept thinking over and over how I wished we could just go ahead and leave. I went out to sit with George, and eventually shared how I felt. That wonderful man of mine replied with, "I'm fine to drive!" I literally jumped up and down. I am not kidding you, within 30 minutes we were in the truck heading out.<br /><br />When we got home, I believe at 10:30pm, our animals were thrilled to see us. It was of course dark, but we could see the white on their chests as they stood at the top of the steps to greet us. Plus we could hear our dog's tail swatting back and forth. Home never felt so good. You know how when you were a kid and you got sick at school, all you could think about is your mom coming to get you. Once you got home, you automatically felt some better, just to have your own bathroom, your couch and your pjs. We had only been homesick, but boy were we relieved to have our bathroom, our bed and our babies-Scotty and Scarlett.<br /><br />I have almost made it up in my mind to just stay home until the Lord calls me home to my permanent residence. I don't think I care if I ever leave again. Of course there are some places I'd like to see, but surely with technology being what it is, I could take a virtual vacation from the privacy of my own home? Or, maybe by the time George retires, they'll have made real transporters like the ones on Star Trek. If I taught my very intelligent, Border-Colley mix how to operate it, then I could genuinely say, "Beam me up, Scotty." Wouldn't that be nice?<br /><br />I have told George that we just need to stay home the next few years and save back the money that we would've spent on a vacation and eventually buy a camper or RV. I don't know how willing Scotty would be to travel with us, he's pretty partial to the head of this holler like his momma and daddy, but I'm sure Scarlett would be content to go with us-as long as she had a window seat and plenty of food. I guess we are her home, more than this actual place.<br /><br />Anyway, we've been back a few weeks now. I love it here. About an hour ago, I walked up the holler a little ways to check the cattle's hay, and I just felt like I was in the most beautiful spot on earth. There are no mountains or sandy beaches, but there are foothills and creeks, cows bawlin and dogs barkin. Scarlett brings us the occasional present in the form of a ground mole or chipmunk to reassure us she's earnin her keep. Scotty's tail sweeps across the porch when he sees us, I know he's tryin to help me out by cuttin my workload down. I have a good-hearted father-in-law not to far from my front door who would protect me if need be, or feed me if I was outta food, or provide warmth in the form of a wood stove if my electric was to go out in the winter.<br /><br />I'm tellin ya, when you are as blessed as all this, how could your heart long for anything other than home. The only home that could top this one is the one that is being prepared for me just inside the pearly gates. It is a home not made with hands, where there's always Sonshine.<br /><br />It's so good to be home.<br /><br /></span>erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-82098824382836496212010-10-08T14:36:00.003-04:002010-10-09T11:42:28.948-04:00Time Marches OnTomorrow will make one week since my 32nd birthday. Sometimes I think, "that couldn't be right. Surely I am still in my early twenties." Then there are times that I feel....I don't want to say <em>old</em> because that isn't what I mean. I guess I am an old soul, so there are times when I feel like I have already lived a very full life. I don't necessarily think that I am wise, although I pray for wisdom quite regularly. I do think that the Lord has shown me a great deal in a short amount of time. Oh I pray that I learn of Him daily! I want each moment of my life to be worth it. I want it all to count as gain for Christ. There are sometimes when I get so frustrated because I can't learn it any faster. I want to know all about my Savior and all that He is. I wish you could just absorb the Bible and have its contents and their undesputable meanings tatooed on your heart and mind. I know that one day, this will be a reality. When I am no longer counting birthdays and in the presence of Almighty God, I will finally "get it." Until then, I guess I just have to keep pursuing Him. Isn't He awesome! Thank You Father for another year of life and this beautiful season to celebrate it in!<br /><br />On my actual birthday, the 5 of us (Dad, Mom, George, Chase and I) spent the morning together. It was wonderful. We got up early (my choice-cause who wants to sleep in when you can make your birthday that much longer!) and went to Bob Evans for breakfast. That in and of itself was great, but then we went for a walk. We all love God's creation and love to admire and take it all in. So, usually in the Fall we will go for a long walk and just praise the Lord for beauty that we can hardly fathom. The leaves still haven't turned a lot yet, but I still wanted to go walking that day. It was pretty chilly when we started out. That was perfect for me. I love a chilly morning when you cherish a steaming cup of coffee and an old, ragged flannel shirt.<br /><br />We decided that instead of walking around here (Beyond Blessed Farm) we would head out to the farm that we are currently leasing (we nicknamed Beyond Blessed West). My parents hadn't had a chance to see it yet, so what better opportunity could we have!? We parked the truck and headed out. This is the first Fall Walk that Chase has been able to go on with us. It usually happens that we go on a weekend when he's with his mom. It was so fun having him there! He is a laugh a minute!<br /><br />I have no idea how far we walked, but if I was guessing, I would think 3 miles? That may be way off, but that's what it felt like. I got to see some parts of the farm that I hadn't see yet. One of my favorite places is an old house seat. I had only been into it one way before then. George was right when he said it feels like you are stepping back in time. The house is long gone, but there are remnants of a cellar or smoke house. There is also a natural spring, and up on the hill a barn that is still pretty well in tact. Anyway, when we went to leave, George took us out what would've been the road to the house. I was wondering how they got down in there from the way he'd previously taken me. It was a pretty good stretch of road. I love where I live and the close proximity to town-especially when you are craving a Hershey bar or DQ Blizzard-but I think it would be so neat to live down in that little hideaway. The thought brings all sorts of things to my imagination. I would love to be nestled away in some hidden spot where the only sounds you heard on a regular basis were the birds singing and the frogs croaking. I hear little more than that now, so I shouldn't complain.<br /><br />When we got home, we were all ready for a nap, but we decided to do the next best thing and have some lunch. George grilled hamburgers and we chowed down. We also watched a little of the KY football game. All in all, I couldn't have asked for a better birthday. There is only one birthday that tops it, and that is the one I had during my honeymoon seven years ago. George and I took a train ride through some old coal camps. That one is hard to top, in my book.<br /><br />In a few days, we will be heading to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. One of my favorite places on the earth, not that I've been a lot of places. George and I went there for the first time last year, and feel in love. (For George I think it was the fact that there is a Bass Pro Shops in nearby Sevierville.) We were in love with the down-home country atmosphere, the acknowledgement of God, and the beauty in the landscape. That place was meant for clean, family fun. All of the shows that we saw were nice, and some even directly honored the Lord. I felt at home there. Not in a want to make my permanent home there sorta way, but in a want to make my permanent vacation spot kinda way. We were so swept away by it, that we went back four months later for a couple more nights. I guess we decided that we would try our best to make it there once a year.<br /><br />During our December visit, we went to Cades Cove. Wonderful. It is so hard to describe my feelings regarding that little loop in the Great Smokey Mountains. There are old homesteads, churches, barns and a mill. I think there are three churches in total. Now, I think what matters is that you ask Jesus into your heart to forgive you of your sins and be your Lord and Savior. But, I do have a fascination with two of these little churches because of their denomination. One of them is a Primitive Baptist Church. My husband was raised in a Primitive Baptist Church, and that is part of his heritage. His mother passed away 4 years ago, and some of his fondest memories of her are when she would sing in church with his Uncle Davey.<br /><br />A second one of them is a Missionary Baptist Church. That is special to me because that is the denomination I have a membership with now. I wasn't raised in that church, but I know that is where I belong, currently. I have grown so much closer with the Lord since attending there, and a lot of that has to do with resources that we are provided. I have also met many special friends there. There are some kind-hearted, God-fearing saints that I get to worship with weekly, and for that I am thankful. That is why that little church is a treasure to me, because of what my own church family means.<br /><br />I am looking forward to going to Cades Cove again. For one thing it was the windiest day you could imagine when we were there last time. I'm talking umbrella turnin inside out kinda wind. I am a very determined person, so I didn't really let that spoil my good time, but I do think I would enjoy it a little better without the sound of trees poping all around me, and hearing that rangers were cutting trees out of the road in certain areas. Plus, a little Sonshine never hurt anybody.<br /><br />George has also promised me that we could go to the Outlet Mall this time. It isn't that he didn't want me to go before, I just never mentioned it. Afterall, it is his vacation too, and I didn't want to subject him to shopping, well at least at somewhere other than Bass Pro or Knife Works. I am planning on taking him some huntin and fishin magazines, or buying some prior to going to the mall so he'll have something to do. Otherwise, he'd follow right on my heels, and make the trip a little rushed. Do you think guys do that on purpose? Anyway, he knows how I feel, cause I've told him this before, so I'm not talkin behind his back. ~On a side note, this reminds me of a time when Chase was little and we went clothes shopping. They were following so close to me that at one point I stopped and Chase's face slammed against my butt.~<br /><br />Well, I am looking forward to vacation, but I am not necessarily wanting to <em>get away</em>. While sitting at a traffic light in town this morning (and we have less than 10 in this huge metropolis) I was talking to the Lord. If you ever pass me on the road and you see my mouth moving, but no one else in there with me, I have not lost my marbles, I am either singing or talkin with the Lord. It is the perfect time to do this, for various reasons. 1. You are alone. 2. The way people drive you want to stay in close contact with the Lord so you don't forget who you are and lose your witness in a moment of temptaion. 3. The way people drive, your life is literally in harms way at any given time you are on the road.<br /><br />I am going off on a lot of tangents in this post. This is no reflection of how I drive. Just sayin. Anyway, the Lord and I were talking and I told Him, "I love my life God. I am very happy. Is that good God? Should that scare me? Aren't trials what bring us closer to You? Why am I happy, while there are others facing many trials? Am I where I'm supposed to be?" I'm tellin you, I have never had such peace in my life like I have now. Does turning 32 have anything to do with that? I don't think so. I do think that turning 26 1/2 does, however. Maybe that's why I don't feel 32, cause my life only began when it began in Jesus. And, maybe that's why I feel <em>mature</em>. Regardless of what happens, I want to be content (paraphrase of Paul). I love my Lord, and He showers me with blessings every moment of my life. Thank You, God!erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220774334685467329.post-18587496708619218102010-09-28T12:22:00.008-04:002010-09-28T13:18:22.311-04:00My Love<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;">Yesterday was mine & George's wedding anniversary. I am so thankful for my wonderful husband. God has truly blessed me!<br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TKIgPGDNu3I/AAAAAAAAANA/3D9nkIE4FLA/s1600/020%5B1%5D.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522011536803871602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TKIgPGDNu3I/AAAAAAAAANA/3D9nkIE4FLA/s320/020%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#666600;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />George, I love countless things about you, so I will just try to hit on the main ones.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">Integrity.</span> I think that would be the word I would choose if I had to use only one to define you. Integrity is defined as "uprightness of character." I think anyone who knows you knows this about you. At the young age of 33, you have managed to gain the respect of many people, several of which are your elders. You are true to your word.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">Funny.</span> This would be the only other word that I would use to describe you if I could choose only one. You crack me up! We have so much fun together, and I love that you don't take yourself too seriously. Even more than that, I love that you have shown me how to not take myself so seriously. You are so clever and witty and always ready to prank someone. You definitely keep me on my toes, but the other half of the time I am doubled over in laughter.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">Hard-working.</span> Shew! You wear me out just watching you sometimes. And, sometimes this is one of the things about you that I wish I could press the 'pause' button on. In the last year especially, but mostly since your momma passed away, I have noticed that you still have a good work ethic, but you don't push so hard and wear yourself down constantly. But, you, like me love to work and love to feel the sense of accomplishment. I am thankful that you are willing to get out there and sweat to provide for us and just to simply get your blood pumping.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">Loving.</span> Oh my man! Of all the ways you make me feel good about myself, the number one thing would be that you make me feel loved. I know I occasionally-um, very rarely-get on your nerves, make you mad, frustrate you or even let you down, but you continue to love me and not let those things about me stand in the way of your love for me. There are many, many days in my life that I feel unlovable, but you never make me feel that way. The love of the Lord is exhibited in the way you love me.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">Intelligent.</span> You and I neither one were huge fans of school, but that doesn't reflect in your knowledge of whatever it is you do. I know your public job requires a lot of smarts. I can't even comprehend some of the things you try to explain to me about what goes into the running of a steel mill. I'm starting to get confused just trying to come up with an example. Then, there is the farm. Wow! You have such a head for business that if it weren't for the present economy, I know we could make it strictly as farmers. You know a good investment when you see one. Your knowledge of cattle, orchard grass, conservation, soil & hay testing, among other things makes me wonder how much information the human brain can actually hold, because on these subjects you have no limit. Then, I have to mention the hobbies. You know a great deal about fishing, hunting (turkey, deer, coon, ginseng, grouse, etc.) and any other thing you take an interest in.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">Personable.</span> This is the best word I could think of to describe why it is everyone you meet loves you instantly. You are honest and funny, but you just have a natural charisma that draws others to you. Men, are mostly drawn to you. You are a man's man, and you have more buddies than I can count. Guys not only enjoy talking to you about huntin' and fishin' but are comfortable talking to you on any topic. They also know they can confide in you if there is something troubling them. Secondly, I have never met a child that didn't take up with you. Kids absolutely love you! You are a wonderful father, uncle and friend to the children in your life. I pray that the Lord blesses us with many more children who will be blessed to have you for a daddy.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">Handsome.</span> I couldn't go on without mentioning this one. Although you know that I am someone who does not think much on outward appearances, and makes it a point to focus on the inward, I still think you're pretty cute! (Ok, I would elaborate, but you know my parents read this!) From your once dark hair to your now bald head, your gorgeous blue eyes that sometimes show evidence of tears when moved by love for others, your strong arms and broad chest that make me feel like a woman when encircled in your embrace, I am attracted to it all. You are one good-lookin man! (And, when I first saw you, you reminded me of pictures I've seen of my Papaw Corbett.)<br /><br />So, these are just a few things that make up all the many reasons I love you. For the most part, I love you because God created you specifically for me. We are soul mates. We were meant to be. Happy Anniversary!<br /></span><br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TKIf7dFeRaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wNyZyQjUn3M/s1600/063%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522011199389975970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRpCNZ-HOsw/TKIf7dFeRaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wNyZyQjUn3M/s320/063%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520853730043814495noreply@blogger.com2