Oh What a Beautiful Morning...

It came and went like a flash of lightning against a moonless sky. Christmas, a time for reflection and for sweet celebration of the Christ Child's birth was gone before I knew it.

Fun and festivities always mark this special season for our family, but this year one of the most precious times for me was seeing my fifteen month old granddaughter delight in the bath of balls that her Pop and I gave her.

I imagine that when I am appropriately thrilled by the good gifts that God so generously lavishes upon me, He is equally delighted. I hope He sees how deeply, sincerely grateful I am for the undeserved gift of His Son's salvation, and that my gratitude is constant--and never reliant on special circumstances, occasions, or holidays.

If You're a Parent...

Read this: http://chapmanchannel.typepad.com/marybeth/2008/12/mary-beths-christmas-letter-.html

In the article Mary Beth Chapman talks about Mary, the mother of Jesus, along with some "what if's" related to the events of the past year in her own life.

If you don't have time to read all of it, take a minute to read the final paragraphs where she posts her thoughts about the things she'd have done differently if she'd known what was going to happen to Maria. It's a beautiful reminder about what really matters during this often hectic and hurried season.

I'll be picking more flowers this year. Thanks Mary Beth.

Family

I love Christmas. It's the only time of year that secular radio stations play Christian music, and the only time of year that I get to see almost everyone in George's family including my many adorable little great-nieces and nephews.

At the Broome Family Christmas gathering (which would make a great movie by the way) we play Dirty Santa. Each year someone undeserving of a "dirty" gift, seems to end up selecting exactly that. This year, one of the nicest people in the family chose a gift in an Anthropology bag when her turn came around. Inside that beautiful bag she discovered that she'd received a bath towel like the one pictured here:


I'm confident of two things. 1. This did not come from Anthropology; and, 2. Someone in the family will get a butt-face towel next year if it doesn't show up before then as a birthday gift.

I just love Christmas!


Ava Grace and her cousin Jaydon



Some of the energetic children with their tired parents

Traditions

Aside from the shopping and decorations, there are two things that signal the arrival of Christmas for me. One is attending a Christmas concert at church that focuses on the real meaning of this most wonderful holiday.

Andrew Peterson and friends brought special music that ushered in the season for me Wednesday night as our family enjoyed "Behold the Lamb of God" at Meck. Along with some of Caedmon's Call's musicians, Jill Phillips, Andy Gullahorn and Bebo Norman, these talented artists manage to convey the fascinating tale of God's Son's humble arrival as baby, yet Savior, in a way that captivates me. Somehow, Peterson has successfully captured the complex simplicity of God's redemptive plan with his unique musical style and lyrical genius.

It was our second year attending the concert, and my hope is that the tour will keep coming to Charlotte. If you haven't heard Peterson's music, you can check it out at: http://andrew-peterson.com/index.php?s=gl&nid=76657

The second signal that Christmas is really here for me is our family gathering with our friends, the Poteats. It used to be the Poteat/Broome Christmas dinner. Now, it's the Poteat/Broome/Bizzell/Gompers/Summerville Christmas dinner.

Melanie (Foushee) Poteat became my closest friend in 7th grade. We were innocently devious girls--scared to do anything too risky, but thrill-seeking nonetheless. When we ran out of legitimate pastimes, we spent lots of late evenings making prank telephone calls that were much more original than the old Sir Walter Raleigh in a can gags.

We called people we knew, changed our voices, and sold imaginary products, signed up one of our teachers with a free membership to Weight Watchers, established a phony phone friendship with a woman named Fanny Pansy after finding there was person with such an unfortunate name in the telephone book, and called a Taxi to a neighbor's house in the middle of the night--(that one may have crossed the line, but oh the fun of seeing the old gentleman across the street in his undies at 2 a.m. telling the cab to go away). We were bored and there was no Caller ID. What can I say?

Anyway, Melanie was in my wedding and I was in hers. Our husbands became friends (which was a prerequisite for our marriages to them). Not really, but it was helpful. A few years later, Melanie had her first child just four months after Leslie was born. Leslie and Ashley have been lifelong friends. Next, I had David and she had Amber who were pals throughout their childhoods.

Through the years we have celebrated, vacationed, laughed and cried together, but one of our most important traditions is our annual Christmas dinner (always on Christmas Eve before our children were adults).

This year, we were all able to gather at my house for laughs, hugs and love, and only one important thing changed--Jim, Melanie's very funny husband, didn't read "How Come Christmas?". It was the first time since our tradition was established that we missed Jim's dramatic interpretation of the delightful story. http://www.amazon.com/How-Come-Christmas-Roark-Bradford/dp/0877972087 I wish every person I know had the privilege of hearing him read the book--it is a priceless experience, but sadly, our party had to break up too soon and it just didn't happen.

It's disappointing when something that is familiar AND important changes, but we were still blessed by the opportunity to celebrate Christmas and these many years of enduring friendship last night.

To still have my junior high dearest friend in my life is a great blessing. I love her family--even the newer additions that include two great young men who are now her sons-in-law. The newest addition however, is my favorite! She's a brown-haired beauty weighing in at about 7 1/2 pounds, and she is the spittin' image of an angel (I'm convinced). I'm thrilled that Melanie and I can share the joys of Grammy and Nana-hood, and that during this busy season our children and their spouses wouldn't miss the chance to keep our Poteat/Broome Christmas tradition.

So...now...it's really Christmas.

Ava Grace opening her surprise at the party!

Common Sense vs. Rules

I've waited 24 hours before posting this blog in order to collect my thoughts. I still don't know exactly what I plan to do in response to the situation I'm about to chronicle, but in order to ensure in my mind that the urgency of detailing what happened doesn't diminish, I needed to at least put this in writing.

Yesterday, the most inspirational person I know (who also happens to be a cancer patient who is valiantly fighting an aggressive form of metastatic breast cancer) went to her local gym to work out. In her battle against the insidious disease that would seek to render her weak or feeble, she only eats things that are good for her body and she exercises every day. Usually, her work out might include a hike to the top of Crowder's Mountain or a brisk walk outdoors, but when it's really cold she sometimes opts for an indoor routine. Such was the case yesterday in the early morning hours.

As my precious, brave friend tells me, she cannot work out in her wig because it's impractical and uncomfortable. There's nothing pleasant about the yucky feeling of sweat beading up underneath an already itchy apparatus. Her ball cap won't stay on and doesn't work well for her when her workout is intense, so she opted to cover her beautiful head with a white bandanna.

I know her well enough to know that she doesn't seek to broadcast her plight everywhere she goes, but it wouldn't have been difficult to ascertain that her purpose for wearing the bandanna (again, a white bandanna--no gang symbols, no skull and crossbones--you get the drift) was to cover up the results of her chemotherapy.

Her troubles began yesterday when she broke the 'no bandanna's' rule at Planet Fitness. My friend, a Christian mom who teaches her own children the importance of obedience, didn't purposely ignore their rules. She wasn't intentionally rebelling when she tied the cloth covering around her head, so the commotion that ensued as a result was embarrassing, humiliating and demoralizing.

I wish I could report that even a smidgen of compassion or empathy would have prevailed and that this unintentional breaking of the 'no bandanna' policy would have been addressed differently. The sad facts are, however, that the female manager of the gym required a young, female employee (who was obviously embarrassed and horrified) to tell my friend that she either had to lose the bandanna or leave. So, she left.

This didn't just make me mad, it broke my heart. The "mother" in me wanted to march over to that gym and give that manager more than a piece of my mind. But really, that's all she needs-- a piece of someone's mind. Yours, mine, anybody's--specifically from the hemisphere that contains the common sense and empathy portion.

Why? Because there was clearly no blatant attempt to disregard or rebel. Is it too much to have a little innocent hope that there can still be reasonable exceptions made for people whose circumstances are extenuating?

I guess it is. So, Merry Christmas gym manager. I hope the main gift you get this year is some compassion mixed with common sense.

Friday This and That

First, today's "This"...

To my sister: Please consider "this" my formal and public apology for dissing the song you once loved in my previous blog. I am sincerely sorry I ruined it for you and for any other unintentional insinuations, ramifications or negative consequences. Goodness gracious I feel bad.

I have to share here that my sister's reaction to my blog was kinder than mine might have been if I were in her Christmas shoes. She called me yesterday afternoon to say that she'd just heard a Christmas song about a person who was dying on Christmas Eve and nobody gave a rat's behind (not her exact verbiage) and that I just had to hear it. Point taken and touche'.

Now, today's "That"...

"That" man I married almost thirty years ago is really something. He's one of the hardest working individuals I've ever known--all business, all the time. He usually burns the candle at both ends. Yesterday, however, he was caught monkeying around on the job. Here's the evidence...

I love Christmas music. But...

Two local secular radio stations and one Christian station are now exclusively playing Christmas music. For the most part, I really enjoy it, but there are a few exceptions. I guess there are about five or six songs that are played too often in the rotations that aren't particularly appealing to me, but there is one song that always prompts me to change stations upon hearing its first note.

Before I tell you what it is, I want to issue a warning. Some of you are going to think I'm heartless and hopeless because you love the song and cannot imagine anyone having such strong aversion to it. May I request that you stop reading now? Or, feel free to vent by sending your comments to attack my critique and blast my opinion.

Now then, you've been warned. So just like in reality TV, here's my big reveal. I despise the song, "Christmas Shoes". Hate it. Really.

I remember when it came out a couple of years ago, my sister called, and with great emotion told me that I had to hear this heart-wrenching song that she'd just listened to about a little boy buying his mother some shoes but not having enough money to pay for them--and to make matters more gut-gripping, his mother was dying. She was torn up.

When I heard the song, my reaction was totally opposite. Nice tune, sappy, contrived musical story. Ugh.

If you are still reading, I'll admit that I'm in a small minority. I don't think there are many of us "Christmas Shoe" haters out here, and I recognize that most of the rest of the world loves the idea, story, and concept--so much so that movies and books now fatten the pocketbooks of those who contrived, I mean created it.

I also realize that there are stories like the one in the song that play out in the real world each and every day--real stories about real people who are in similar situations that would almost make the devil himself cry...but I digress.

My point is, the song feels like a gimmick to me. It's intended to make me think (I think) but what it does instead is make me mad. Why? Because it takes the man way too long to give the kid the money he needs to buy the darn shoes in the first place (he counted pennies for what seemed like hours). And, somebody told the little guy that his mother would be wearing the shoes she died in when she got to heaven. Apparently, nobody bothered to tell him she'll have a gleaming new wardrobe and will look perfectly radiant when she meets Jesus.

So, there you have it. I like Christmas music, but I do not like "Christmas Shoes". When I'm contemplating "the most wonderful time of the year"-- I don't want to cry--or think about little boys losing their mothers or not having enough money to buy that last gift. I want to think of a time long ago when a baby was born bringing light and life to this sometimes very sad and tragic world, making it possible for all to have eternal hope-- and even to look beautiful (without new shoes) when we meet Him face to face.

Still so Thankful...

In 2006, I wrote the following thankfulness note. When I reread it today, I realized that while I'm still thankful for these same things, I have a few to add to my list. So, here's the original with my additions in italics.

I Am Thankful...

for a personal God who knows me and loves me anyway. ~1 Cor. 8:3 But if anyone loves God, this one is known by Him. NLT

for my security in Christ. ~Psalm 98:2 The Lord has made known His salvation; His righteousness He has revealed in the sight of the nations. ~ Phil. 4:6 Be anxious for nothing... NLT

for my husband. No, I don't understand my husband's theory of relativity, but I know my husband, and I know he can be trusted. ~ Elsa Einstein

for my daughter. Of all the haunting moments of motherhood, few rank with hearing your own words come out of your daughter's mouth. ~ Victoria Secunda

for my son-in-law. that video game playing, football watching, guitar hero of a singer who wooed my daughter and has given me (with her help) the most precious gifts imaginable--my grandchildren. "I'm just sayin'"~ STG

for Ava Grace. This infectiously contagious little bundle of energy who wins every heart that she bats her big blues at..."whoizit?" ~AGG

for Lilia Carolyn. The new kid on our block's giggles are unquestionably the harbingers of many future joy-filled delights.

for both of my grandgirls: "Grandchildren fill a space in your heart that you never knew was empty."~ anonymous

for my son, and in his honor:

King Arthur: I am your king.

Woman: Well I didn't vote for you.

King Arthur: You don't vote for kings.

Woman: Well how'd you become king then?

{Angelic music plays}

King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king.

Dennis: Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. ~Monthy Python and the Holy Grail.

for my daughter-in-law. Let me never forget that I, too, have been a daughter-in-law. ~ Sandy Broome

for my parents. A wise parent humors the desire for independent action, so as to become the friend and advisor when his absolute rule shall cease. ~ Elizabeth Gaskell

for my sisters. We may look old and wise to the outside world. But to each other, we are still in junior high school. ~ Charlotte Gray

for my family. Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one. ~ Jane Howard

for my true friends. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, all losses are restored and sorrows end. ~ William Shakespeare

for my work. I long to accomplish great and noble tasks, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble. The world is moved along, not only by the mighty shoves of its heroes, but also by the aggregate of the tiny pushes of each honest worker. ~Helen Keller

for life. Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death. ~Anais Nin

In general, I find myself just overwhelmingly, extremely grateful this Thanksgiving. (still)

No, things are not perfect in the sense that one would deem perfection, but were that the case, this world might seem too good or too much like home. My prayer is that I never fail to be thankful, that I stop taking these blessings for granted, and that I always live in the awareness that everything I have been given is on loan and I'm just a steward charged with loving and serving. I have such a long way to go on this journey.

God, thank you for your patience with me. Family, bless you for your tolerance of me. Friends, keep me in your prayers for I fail daily. But know this, I am grateful for each of you from the bottom of my heart--at Thanksgiving and every day.

When you thought...

a gentle reminder that I received from a friend today...
little eyes are watching...

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing, and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good, and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say, 'Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.'

Question to ponder...

I just listened to a thought provoking discussion about Christless Christianity at the White Horse Inn. Like some of you, I'm a teacher, but mostly, I'm still a student. For that reason, I very much appreciate the chance to hear lively debate among scholars who are passionate about the Christian faith and their service to Jesus Christ.

For anyone who reads this blog and is also a Bible teacher or Christian communicator, Bishop William H. Willimon, Wofford, Yale and Emory graduate, and former Dean of the Chapel and Professor of Christian Ministry at Duke University poses this question:
Before you put the finishing touches on your message, ask yourself: for this sermon (talk/lesson/message) to be true, was it necessary for Christ to have been crucified?

If you enjoy lively theological debate, you can hear the White Horse Inn discussions at the oneplace.org site.

Day is done...

I'm about to end my day by asking God (again) for wisdom. I've always understood that there's a huge difference between wisdom and knowledge. It just seems that with each passing day I know all the more how much I don't know.

Funny Friday...

The soothing sound of raindrops on the metal roof of my office seems to be playing a melodic lullaby--and I'm getting sleepy. Maybe I'll go out and buy today's Craigslist find and take a nap when I get home.

Check out this awesome Bargain of the Day that was just emailed to me...

round circlely bed in excellent - $300 (charlotte)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
this bed is a wonder accent peice to any room it is in excellent condition comes with the mattress boxspring and rails for more imformation contact xxx-xxx-xxxx.



Happy Perfect Weather for Napping Weekend!

Home shopping

I've never been lured into home shopping on television, but oh how I love Craigslist. I discovered the free shopping website about two and a half years ago when David was looking for a piano for Nichole as a wedding gift.

Since then, I've furnished a nursery in my house for my grandchildren with Craig's help, and I've sold my share of wares there, too.

Most days, I check in just to see if there is a "gotta have it" bargain to be found and it never ceases to amuse and amaze me as I read some of the posts.

Take yesterday for instance,here are a couple of the posts as written:

Opi Nail Polish for Sale!! $25 OBOI would like to sell everything together verses seperating them out. All bottles are in perfect condition, they have been sitting around my house for the past year and I never use them. They are all clean and at least half+ full.

Cash only. Please call (704) xxx-xxxx.

and this:

I am selling a size 12 wedding gown. It is beautiful, the bodice has sequines, beading, pearls and is set on satin. The dress has sleeves that can easily be removed to make it a short sleeve gown. The photos will tell you more, the photos of the dress on the hanger are from today and it has been in a bridal chest that was sealed from the cleaners from the next week of the dress, the other photos where the dress is on my is from the day it was worn. There are 8 teardrop beads that need to be replaced but that is the only things that need to be fixed. I have more photos that I will be glad to email. Make an offer.


As often as there are posts that make you wonder, there are also wonderful posts. I have friends and family who've made fabulous purchases via the site and I'm often tempted to buy something I have no need for just because the bargain is so unbelievable.

So, if you've never ventured into the world of Craigslist shopping, maybe today's the day. And for all of my teacher friends--you might want to spend some time with your students this week on spelling. Sellers of appliances and furniture often seem to think that "Refrigerator" is spelled refriDgerator, and I won't even list all of the misspellings I've seen for "Armoire" and "Chaise"! Happy Shopping...

Small talk...

We own a small business. Actually, we "inherited" a small business from my father when he retired several years ago. He started the electrical contracting company in the mid 1960's, offering commercial, industrial and some residential installations and repairs to our customers, and headaches, heartaches and hallelujahs to us.

There are great (and frustrating) consequences of small business ownership. It has been said that when you own a small business it owns you. I hope that because we are professing Christians that will never be spoken of us, but I have seen the toll that the stresses of attempting to meet payroll each week, treat our employees fairly, keep our customers happy, pay our vendors on time, generate leads and secure jobs AND make sure that Uncle Sam receives every cent he requires of us has taken on my 12-14 hour a day working husband.

Despite the associated difficulties, I am grateful to live in a land where anyone who is willing to make the necessary sacrifices can own a business. Statistics show that most new small businesses fail, but my dad was a bulldog who was undaunted by the fiery trials familiar to those whose entrepreneurial spirit compels them to take the leap toward ownership.

My post high school educational training did not involve business management or accounting. In fact, if anyone had told me that one day I would keep the books and manage an office for our company, I would have laughed at the "ridiculous" notion. Now, I'd have it no other way. I love working with my husband. We are a team. And this job allows me to blog while the payables are printing without fear of termination. ;)

So why am I blogging about a small business today? Because I am concerned by what I'm reading related to the future for businesses like ours in the U.S. Not in terms of our personal "prosperity" because we are not among those who make enough profit to have our "wealth redistributed," but in terms of the ever increasing governmental impingement that becomes a demotivator to those of us who work so hard to provide job security for our employees and quality service to our customers. If small business owners become too frustrated to endure the hassle, then many, many jobs are in danger of disappearing.

Town Hall posted an article by John Stossel today that provides a little more insight for those who share my concern. There are many issues related to the troubles we are currently facing economically and one would be naive to ignore that corporate greed has been a tremendous contributing factor, but small businesses are our economy's backbone and it would be equally egregious to discount the importance of ensuring the ability of these entities to function without extraneous, unncessary governmental intrusion.

http://townhall.com/columnists/JohnStossel/2008/11/12/the_road_to_serfdom

Answers to Prayer

A month ago I was given the challenge and privilege of heading up a prayer team to pray specifically for an outdoor picnic/fundraiser/praise time for my precious friend Tiffany. I've blogged about her before and shared that she is one of the most inspirational people I know.

This past spring she learned she would be fighting the battle of a lifetime against an aggressive metastatic type of breast cancer that had spread to her liver. After her initial diagnosis, several of us met to pray and ask our great God to intervene on her behalf-- and He has done so in amazing ways.

Yesterday, she was able to share her story with the people who attended the event and report that her latest scans showed NO cancer in her bones/body and the spots that were once prominent on her liver are almost completely gone!

When Tiffany asked me to pray about the event, her main emphasis to me was that she wanted it to be a time that glorifed God for all the ways He has blessed her through this trial. The organizers wanted that too, but they also wanted to raise some money to help Tiffany and her family. The costs associated with cancer treatment at Duke are only partially covered by insurance, so you can imagine that the weekly trips up there (especially as gas prices have escalated) have been enormous.

Excited to have the chance to organize the fundraiser's prayer effort, the team that was assembled communicated daily by email. We focused on a few main things, specifically asking each day that God would give us perfect weather for an outdoor event on November 8 in Gastonia. Wow!

Next, we prayed that the event would be one that would glorify God. Tiffany was able to share her story with many who had not heard about her journey and I'm confident that those in attendance were so inspired by her faith and the words she spoke that no person left unchallenged or unchanged. In addition, the praise through music was incredible.

Nichole was scheduled to sing but had been battling laryngitis for a couple of weeks--and even the night before when I heard her speak I didn't know if she'd be able to sing. Well...trust me when I say that not one person there would have known that she had no voice the day before...yet another answer to prayer!

The community came together for this event and I have to say that it looked a lot like I envision heaven. A men's group from an AME Zion church cooked fish and hotdogs that were sold at the event--FANTASTIC by the way--and there was delicious Kyle Fletcher's BBQ as well. Mt. Olive Pickles were everywhere (thanks Trish!) and Brewsters showed up with ice cream. There were lots of FUN items that were raffled, and sweet, sweet time for fellowship.

In summary, God answered every prayer that we prayed and I thank Him and praise Him for what He did and for allowing me to have a very small part of it!

The Joy of Worship, the blessing of church...

This quick post is just to thank the faithful people at Mecklenburg Community Church who pour their hearts and souls into every weekly service to make sure that God is glorified.

Tonight, the worship was sweet and the message was great. That's nothing unusual, it just occurs to me that I rarely say thank you to the people who make it happen--and in case any of you stumble across this blog, I wanted you to know that what you are doing matters. A lot.

Thank you Lord for your church--and thank you people who practice, plan, and pray. Soli Deo Gloria!

America...

Officially, Barack Obama has been elected President of the United States. I've haven't concealed the fact that he wasn't my choice, but my great hope now is that all people of Christian faith who did not vote for him will join me in fervently praying for him and for all of our elected leaders.

What a privilege to live in a country where every individual has the freedom to cast a vote and to have a voice in the process. Please, join me in thanking God for this blessing, asking that we never lose this precious privilege.

Also, remember these Biblical challenges and reminders:

Romans 13: 1Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. 2Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. 3For rulers hold no terror for those who do right...

and this: John 18: 36~ Jesus answered, “My Kingdom is not an earthly kingdom. If it were, my followers would fight to keep me from being handed over to the Jewish leaders. But my Kingdom is not of this world.”

There are many scriptures that remind us that God's ways are higher ways, that He is sovereign, and that we must pray for those who lead us. As believers, that is our responsibility and our duty.

So now, we ask God to give divine wisdom to those in power AND to us as we continue to seek His face and search for His truth, remembering always to pray that His will is done on earth as in heaven.

Finally, remember these words from Proverbs 3: 21 My child, don’t lose sight of common sense and discernment. Hang on to them, 22 for they will refresh your soul. They are like jewels on a necklace. 23 They keep you safe on your way, and your feet will not stumble. 24 You can go to bed without fear; you will lie down and sleep soundly. 25 You need not be afraid of sudden disaster or the destruction that comes upon the wicked, 26 for the Lord is your security...

We fall into the enemy's trap if we allow ourselves to be fearful about the future--for our hope is in God, not man, and as good as our country has ever been or ever will be, it is not the thing that saves us--only Jesus' blood and righteousness. Our hope is built on nothing less. And there is nothing more.

America Asks for a King

A compelling piece written by Laura Hollis, attorney and professor of law and entrepreneurship, compares today's America with the nation of Israel when the children of God asked for a king.

I've read this Old Testament account many times and it always amazes me that these people who had so much freedom and so much to celebrate wanted a king to rule over them--yet the place we find our country today is staggeringly similar. This article is a must read for anyone who wants to consider the parallels. I'm posting the link so that you can access the full text:

http://townhall.com/Columnists/LauraHollis/2008/10/26/america_asks_for_a_king?page=1

but here is an excerpt:

Americans are understandably fed up with corruption, greed, and perversion of justice in our leaders. But till now, we have asked for no king, because we could take care of ourselves, and because we have always been a godly people.

But look around now – our children languish in failing, crumbling, unsafe, and undisciplined schools, many of which are merely bastions of social experimentation. Our cities are riddled with crime. Our families are devastated by divorce, abuse, illegitimacy, absent fathers, and definitions of “marriage” that fluctuate with the sexual predilections du jour. Our culture – books, films, music – is saturated with violence and perversion that even the smallest child is exposed to.

And of course, one cannot forget – the high watermark of freedom and femininity, and the litmus test of liberty for the Left is the unfettered right to kill our own children in our wombs (or leave them to die outside of them).

This is what we, as a nation, have brought ourselves to. These are problems that no amount of social spending will cure, and any promise to do so is a lie, because no amount of money will change people’s hearts. And yet, instead of reaching deep within ourselves to find the solutions, we now whine and mewl for someone to save us...

Life...

Tonight, I'm writing a very, VERY personal account of something that I am more burdened about than my words will adequately convey.

I had the privilege of bathing and then rocking my one year old angel/granddaughter to sleep a few minutes ago. Her bathtub giggles followed by her snuggly nuzzling made my day. As I held this sleeping beauty, I was thinking about the fact that tomorrow's election results will affect her future, and that this is the most critical election of my now almost half-century of life.

One of the great blessings of being American is that we enjoy many freedoms, not the least of which is entitlement to our own opinions. A close friend of mine says opinions are like belly-buttons, we all have one and most of them are stinky! Tonight, I'm going to share my opinion that about half the country apparently deems stinky, all the while risking the alienation of a few of my friends and family. So here goes. I'm asking you to vote for life tomorrow if you haven't voted already.

Why? Because God is the creator of life. And, personally--because about two years ago, an unexpected child was conceived--one who could have easily been sent to heaven early because it would have been the convenient choice for her parents who suffered immeasurable professional and emotional repercussions as a result of her conception.

It would have been legal (barely) for them to abort her when she was "discovered" and while the details of her pre-birth story are extremely personal, I do have permission and blessing to write this blog.

The thing is, I cannot find ANY issue that overshadows the issue of protection of all life (especially the pre-born) for us as Christ followers. Anything less can and likely will lead us further down that slippery slope that we're already descending as a society where "value" and "quality" of any life is called into question.

My high school term paper was on abortion and it was a "hot off the press topic" having recently been legalized as a result of Roe v. Wade. I also know a lot (as a nurse) about the process and what it involves. I personally know people who had (and now deeply regret the fact that they had) a "choice" and made what they now know was the wrong one.

Is a child a choice? Seriously? No! Every life is precious, every living human is knit together in the image of God. So, when you pull the lever or hit the button or punch the chad, please, remember that there is one candidate who believes that all abortion is okay, all the time--even partial birth abortion. In fact, to quote him, knowing when life begins is above his pay grade.

http://blogs.reuters.com/trail08/2008/08/16/obama-says-pointed-abortion-query-above-his-pay-grade/

I beg you to pray about this if you disagree. God is not Republican or Democrat, but neither is He on both sides of this issue. Some of you may feel there are other pressing issues that would prompt you to vote for the pro-abortion candidate--but please, do what I have done and beg God to show you His truth. His promises are as real today as when scripture was penned. I believe this is serious enough to be in fervent prayer about--His Word tells us that we can KNOW the truth and the truth will set us free.

Tomorrow, I will vote. I will vote not for a party, but for my belief that all life is precious in the sight of God and that we have a responsibility to defend and care about every living human, born and unborn.

I pray that God has mercy on us if we fail to defend the innocent and helpless.

Sweet Baby...

I am blessed x 2 with beautiful granddaughters. This is my most recent photo of sweet Lilia Carolyn. Having little ones around reminds me of God's amazing creativity--these two little girls are so different in personality, but each is so uniquely special.

Isn't it incredible to imagine the love of a Creator who cares more for us than we are capable of caring for our loved ones? That just blows me away every time I think about it!

Don't Do It!

This is a friendly reminder for all you husbands out there in the blogosphere. I think it's pretty funny. Enjoy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-lv8745InI

20/20 Insight...

Tonight, John Stossel introduced 20/20 viewers to Rinkonomics--a very compelling example of why less government is always best. If you missed it, check this out~ http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/Vote2008/story?id=6048937&page=1

Boy oh Boy...

The following makes me sad. I hate to think that this might be indicative of the ignorance of the voting public--but who knows? Maybe THIS is the problem... It would explain so much.

http://www.breitbart.tv/?p=194983

A Week Ago Today!

A week ago yesterday was our first granddaughter's first birthday. One week ago today we had a celebration to honor her, and let me just say it was incredible. She was delighted to be the center of attention and thrilled by the opportunity to make a mess with wrapping paper and cake. What a blessing she is in my life! Thank you Lord, for Ava Grace!

TGIF...

It's a Fabulous Fall Friday--time For some Funnies! (Can you tell I felt the need for some alliteration this morning?)

Next weekend, I'm speaking at a women's retreat at Mecklenburg Community Church, so please pray for me and for the event. Also, pray for my friend Sara who is the other speaker, and my daughter-in-law Nichole who will be leading worship. The retreat theme (From the Inside Out) is exciting in itself, but there are so many amazing elements including dance, drama, etc., that have gone into the planning of this retreat I just can't wait!

In preparation for the opportunity to encourage women, I discovered these thought provoking truths that I don't plan to include in my talk next weekend, so I decided to share them here:

1.Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.

2.Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else.

3.If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.

4.Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

5.Some days you're the bug; some days you're the windshield.

6.The quickest way to double your money in this tough economy is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket.

7.There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.

8.Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.

Happy Friday!

Good-bye Supper Time...

Last week, we closed a chapter in our lives. For those who don't know, we were 1/3 partners in a Super Suppers Franchise in Huntersville. We have now officially closed our doors, but we'd hoped that the great concept of being able create and take home 12 gourmet quality dinner entrees in only 2 hours would be a business that would thrive as it served to bring families back together around their own dinner tables.

One of the hardest things for me when I had a young family was thinking of creative meals that were healthy but not overwhelming to prepare. We made it a priority to eat dinner AT the table rather than on the run or in front of the tube as many nights a week as possible when my kids were growing up. It was often difficult and some weeks it was almost impossible, but I believe that having that goal contributed to the great relationship we enjoy to this day with Leslie and David (and their beloveds). The dinner table was where we laughed, solved world problems, debated, and discussed what was happening in our lives. We discovered things around our table that we'd never have known about each other if not for that practice, and I cherish those memories.

It's sad that we've had to close Super Suppers for many reasons, not the least of which is that we are saying good-bye to some very disappointed loyal customers, but the fact is, there just weren't enough of them.

Okay...before this starts to sound like a "woe is us" post let me say that my purpose isn't a plea for pity. I actually want to praise God for the hard lessons learned as we've labored to stay afloat. But my primary reason for writing is to take the opportunity to urge young couples who have children to turn off the television and eat dinner together at the table as often as you can. You'll be doing yourself a favor and giving yourself a gift because the best happy meal happens at home!

Politics...

This morning I was lamenting the arrival of my favorite season because I'm so disgusted with the barrage of political ads that all contradict each other and sling mud and muck that is beyond ridiculous. Honestly, I'll be glad to see election day come and go, even though I am a passionate believer in the need to be informed and involved.

That said, the Women for Sarah Palin blog links an article from "National Review" that every concerned American should read this morning. Please take a moment to consider the disturbing information reported in this piece and join me in adding another prayer request to my previous post. Pray for America--God is either going to judge us, rescue us, or allow us to suffer the consequences of our own apathy.

http://article.nationalreview.com/?q=M2MxMWJlNzcwMDU3ZTJkYjRmZjU3N2U0OGNlZmE1ZDg=

Prayer matters...

I'm about to call it a day, but before I do, there are a few matters that I'd like to ask those of you who will to pray about.

First, my precious friend Tiffany continues her valiant fight against breast cancer. She's doing incredibly well, in fact, she makes a weekly trip to Crowder's Mountain for a hike to the top! Please keep praying because God is really doing a beautiful work through the ministry He's given her as a result of this trial. (You can check out her blog by clicking the link on my blog list.) I can't wait for the day that she can report to us all that she is completely cancer free and no longer needs chemo!

Until then, she'll make weekly trips to Duke for treatment. In October and November, two fundraisers will be held to help defray some of the non-covered medical expenses their family is incurring. Please pray specifically that the people organizing these efforts have wisdom as they make plans for these big events! I'll post details when I have them about times and places.

Next, please go to The Murray Family blog linked on my blog list and read about little Susannah. Let's all pray for this child's surgery and for her family as they endure this difficult time.

Be blessed tonight. I thank God for people who pray.

She's Here!

Lilia Carolyn greeted the world at 12:47 p.m. on September 19, 2008. She weighed 7 lbs. 14 oz. and is 21 inches long. We are all overjoyed and thankful that God has blessed our family with a beautiful addition!

Birthdays!

I LOVE birthdays! Tomorrow, we are expecting the birth of our second grandchild--Lilia ___?____! Pray for Leslie, Steven (and Ava Grace) as their family grows by one within the next 24 hours.

Next week (on the 26th) Ava Grace will be 1 year old! Time flies people!

And, my life-long friend Melanie has a significant birthday on Saturday--I won't divulge her age, but they make special cards for this one!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY special people!

Obvious Bias

Before I begin this post, let me admit upfront that I like Sarah Palin. I believe it's because I can identify with her on many levels, not the least of which is our shared passion to see America remain the land of the free and the home of the brave. That stated, I watched the ABC interviews in which Charles "Charlie" Gibson attempted to prove his tough journalistic prowess while interviewing John McCain's running mate.

The New York Times ran an article on September 12 from which I've extracted the following:
"At times visibly nervous . . . Ms. Palin most visibly stumbled when she was asked by Mr. Gibson if she agreed with the Bush doctrine. Ms. Palin did not seem to know what he was talking about. Mr. Gibson, sounding like an impatient teacher, informed her that it meant the right of 'anticipatory self-defense.' "

In a brilliant response, Charles Krauthammer wrote in The Washington Post on September 13, that Charlie Gibson AND The New York Times both got it wrong.

He writes: "There is no single meaning of the Bush doctrine. In fact, there have been four distinct meanings, each one succeeding another over the eight years of this administration -- and the one Charlie Gibson cited is not the one in common usage today. It is utterly different.

He asked Palin, "Do you agree with the Bush doctrine?"

She responded, quite sensibly to a question that is ambiguous, "In what respect, Charlie?"

Sensing his "gotcha" moment, Gibson refused to tell her. After making her fish for the answer, Gibson grudgingly explained to the moose-hunting rube that the Bush doctrine "is that we have the right of anticipatory self-defense."

Krauthammer goes on to defend his contention that Gibson and The NY Times were both wrong by pointing out that HE, in fact, was the first person to ever use the phrase "Bush Doctrine" in an article published on June 4, 2001 in The Weekly Standard--verifiable by looking up "Bush Doctrine" in Wikipedia.

He continues: "If I were in any public foreign policy debate today, and my adversary were to raise the Bush doctrine, both I and the audience would assume -- unless my interlocutor annotated the reference otherwise -- that he was speaking about the grandly proclaimed (and widely attacked) freedom agenda of the Bush administration.

Not the Gibson doctrine of preemption...

Yes, Sarah Palin didn't know what it is. But neither does Charlie Gibson. And at least she didn't pretend to know -- while he looked down his nose and over his glasses with weary disdain, sighing and "sounding like an impatient teacher," as the Times noted. In doing so, he captured perfectly the establishment snobbery and intellectual condescension that has characterized the chattering classes' reaction to the mother of five who presumes to play on their stage."

Contrast the arrogance of the media elite against Sarah Palin (Krauthammer excepted) with their many polite excuses for Barack Obama's blunder when he said that he was campaigning in all 57 states..."He was tired from the tough campaigning." I'm sure he was. But I also know this and it's scary. There are 57 Islamic states. Could that have been his actual intent? I don't know and will never know. But this I do know--when he told George Stephanopoulos last Sunday morning that it was true that John McCain had never attacked his "MUSLIM" faith, I was watching.

2 Chairs

This week I found myself sitting in two similar chairs that elicited extremely dissimilar physical and mental responses.

The first was the chair at my dentist's office. He's a nice guy, but he deceives himself if he actually believes that the experience is spa-like. They do a good job attempting to create a soothing ambience, but the minute I sit in that chair my heart pounds and my jaws ache. I have this TMJ thing so I can always anticipate a doozy of a headache after holding my mouth open for inspection for what seems an eternity. I left that chair thrilled that for at least 6 months-- barring anything unforeseen--I do not have to return to dental spa hell.

The following day I went to get my hair colored and trimmed. Ahh the difference. Sitting in Teresa's chair as she gently massaged my scalp in the wash basin, I thought I could hear heavenly harps. It was then that I realized two things. One, thank you Lord that I live in an era of hair dye and hot running water, and two, what a difference a day (and a chair) can make.

Two chairs, so similar, yet so different. I'm actually thankful for each of them, but in a silly little way one reminds me of the reality of heaven--the other--well, that other place.

Unposted...

Have you ever labored to write something you deemed important only to have God prompt you to keep all of your passionate pontification private?

Recently, I've felt inspired on several occasions to write about things that I believed were significant, even urgent, but without a doubt I was clearly led to send those pages to the "discard" pile.

For those of us who need to write, the process itself is cathartic. One of God's dear gifts to me is the ability to record my thoughts in written form--a blessing that I imagine helps me avoid a psychiatrist's chair. But writing my thoughts and prayers has served another purpose. Through putting the sometimes scary notions that dance in my head into print, I am able to sort out and process life's beauty and bane from a perspective that mere thinking doesn't always allow.

That stated, I'll end this blog by saying that God is dealing with me in the area of half-heartedness and double-mindedness. What my flesh offers up to Him when I am not fervently contending for my faith is a pile of putrid, filthy rags. My heart longs to be the very opposite of that--a fragrantly sweet, fully devoted follower. Would I be sincere in asking this world and all its seductions to step aside? I hope so. I want to say it and mean it--but in the end, my actions will expose lofty platitudes.

Friday Funnies

So in light of my previous post in which I discussed the potential for self-aggrandizement that blogging might encourage(by the way, I do actually believe that blogging serves many great functions--not the least of which is the opportunity to read the insights and opinions of some really cool people who wouldn't otherwise have a platform for sharing their brilliance) I am posting a list of hopefully helpful suggestions to make Friday more fun.

I received these from my friend Laurie this morning and have selected a few of my favorites to pass along to anyone who happens upon this post:

1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. Watch 'em slow down!

2. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that.

3. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label it 'In'.

4. Finish All Your sentences with 'In Accordance With The Prophecy'.

5. With a Serious Expression, Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat.

6. When Your Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream 'I Won! I Won!'

7. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."

Okay, admittedly, that last one may be a little on the mean side, but it is pretty funny. Happy Friday!

Sidetracked...

Blogging has taken a backseat to the pressing need to care for my sick family this week. First Leslie, then Ava, then Steven, and finally George all battled a stomach virus that began last Friday and held on for days. Nichole (who only dropped by for a minute on Sunday) got it, too. David and I have been spared, thank God, and our dear ones seem to be on the mend--finally.

I know for certain that Steven's getting better because he found the strength to post a new blog tonight. It amused me because he expressed a sentiment that I've been pondering all week--namely, the vanity or possibly arrogance associated with blogging. Imagining that anybody would want to read what I think about infers a bit of audacity I suppose. And I loathe audacity--especially in the form of self-aggrandizement. But still, I blog.

The truth is, I have no idea if anyone reads what I write and I doubt that anything I blog about is going to mean a hill of beans to anyone except my closest friends and family. That said, my personal goal is to record thoughts and events that are important to me so that my grandchildren's children will possibly have a sense of who their old granny was.

Anyway, I've forgotten how to write with a pen. I have become a computer keyboard writer-junkie. For me, handwritten journaling has gone the way of the rotary phone. So, vanity of vanities, I will blog-on.

YAY Nichole!

CONGRATULATIONS to our sweet Nichole! We think she DID rock--and her version of Bring Me To Life was great! We're so proud of you! Congratulations to all the finalists who each brought their best and made Gimme the Mike so much fun for all of us!

Nichole!

Our beautiful (and very talented) daughter-in-law Nichole is a finalist in Gimme the Mike Charlotte. If you can, tune in Wednesday night, August 6, at 8 p.m. (WSOC) to watch her compete in the finale. We love her so much and she's already the winner in our book! She has to sing first in the program, so send up a prayer for her if you think about it. GO NICHOLE!

Just Don't Go There...

That's the rule of thumb I was taught growing up. The proper protocol for polite interaction at dinner parties or social events necessitated the avoidance of the subjects of religion or politics.

I'm glad that my children's generation doesn't buy such nonsense because there are things that need to be hashed out and critically considered in these serious times.

We live in a rapidly changing world where messages are conflicting, contradictory, and confusing. Who can be trusted to tell us the truth? Where can we glean understanding of the issues that will impact our lives and the lives of our children and grandchildren? What difference does it all really make anyway? And, aren't all politicians just dirtbags with their own personal agendas?

I hope not. I hear the cry for change and I say AMEN. There does need to be change. And there will always need to be change because our world is broken (it happened many, many years ago in a garden called Eden). To complicate things, only intervention from God in the form of a supernatural event is going to bring about the kind of change I'm hoping for, you know...changes that include world peace, a NICE roof over every head, food on every table, zero pollution, eradication of cancer and AIDS and $1.00 a gallon gas.

That said, we have to be realistic enough to admit that sometimes change makes things worse. For that reason, I am going to try to post for the next several days a few thoughts that I hope will pave the way for lively debate and dialog about a subject once taboo in my world.

I'll begin today with this question: When one side of the aisle sees this nation as the problem and the other side views America as the solution, how will there ever be congruity that results in positive change? These two perspectives could be the text book definition of what it means to be diametrical opposites.

I see this situation as a tremendous hurdle facing the two dominant political parties. Unfortunately, this might even be viewed by some a reason to stay out of the process altogether. Hopefully, thoughtful dialog and serious consideration will avert that temptation because those of us who love this land and its freedom's have a duty to all who come behind us to be informed and exercise the privilege that our votes afford.

She's Back!

Here's the sign we made to take with us to the airport last night:

(in the small print, Leslie and Steven's names were included on the lower portion. we bought them welcome home prizes in case they were genuinely offended!)

Anyway, it was a LONG week and Ava grew and changed and apparently adapted well to California, but she was obviously OVERJOYED to be home. Can you tell we're just a wee bit ga ga over this little girl?

Leslie, Steven and Ava had an awesome trip and hopefully they will post some of the beautiful photos they took on their blogs soon. I'm just thrilled to have them ALL home--where they belong. ;)

Midweek Ramblings

This week has been unique. (Beginning with a rhyme is always good, right?)

First, Leslie, Steven and Ava Grace flew to California on Saturday. Reports from the Left Coast are that all is well and that Ava misses her Nana. I'm confident that she misses me very much less than I miss her. Who'd a thunk (as Beaver Cleaver would say) just a year ago that my heart would be so smitten by this little one? Many people told me that you can't imagine what it's like to be a grandparent until you are one. That was a colossal understatement.

Anyway, Leslie has now enjoyed some of the California haunts that Steven loves and will hopefully blog about all that when they return. For now, they are enjoying time with Grandpa Gompers, Great Grandma Elaine and Aunt Tracy and family. They will head to the wedding of one of Steven's college roomies this weekend and then return to us on Sunday.

Monday, David had severe back pain that he thought stemmed from a pulled muscle initially. As it became unbearable, I took him to the Urgent Care because Nichole had an appointment that she couldn't miss. Seems he had a kidney stone and is still dealing with it--so please remember him in your prayers. It was basically a "kill me or heal me" kinda pain and I have to say I've never seen him so miserable. If you've had one, you know. If you haven't, I hope you never do!

Finally, I finished reading "The Shack" on Monday night. There are quite a few theological/doctrinal inaccuracies in the book but if you can read it for what it is, a work of fiction that endeavors to present a lavish-love Father (Papa)to a wounded soul who has only been able to conceptualize Him as a God of rigid requirements that must be performed perfectly, then it's not a bad read.

Speaking as one who has gone through the rigors of a thick-skinned writing critique by Moody Editors including Jerry Jenkins, I couldn't help noticing the numerous literary no-no's employed by this novice author, but he never intended this book to make it to the mainstream. He wrote if for his six children and self-published the work. It's a "word of mouth" phenomenon that has made it to the marketplace without being published by a major house. Apparently, it was rejected repeatedly by Christian publishers saying it was too controversial, and by secular publishers who said it was too Christian. Therefore, if nothing else, I give it two kudos for that. It's a feat people.

I am currently reading "The Copper Scroll" by Joel Rosenberg. So far, there is nothing I can say except GET THIS BOOK. It is fascinating and it will suck you in like a Dyson on the first page.

Well, it's time to get back to work. Happy Wednesday and God Bless~

Braggin' Mother-in-Law

Last night, Nichole's rendition of "Fallin," Alicia Keys soulful ballad, won her a spot in the finals of WSOC TV's Gimme the Mike Charlotte. If you missed it, you can see it online at: www.wsoctv.com, click on "what's hot," then select the link under the heading on the right labled "show information". At that point, select the clip from segment #7. It was a lot of fun and we are all very proud of Nichole!

Our Broken World

On Sunday night, the weather was perfect for baseball--America's pastime--and our son's sport. We arrived at West Charlotte's field at a little after 7 and set up our chairs on a hill behind home plate.

David plays for the NABA men's league at different fields, but always at a Charlotte area high school, and although we realize this isn't an area of town considered to be the best, when he plays we are there if we can be.

A little after the game began, a group of six young teens walked up the road on the opposite side of the fence yelling profanity that was worse than X rated at the players. When they reached the area where we were sitting, not only did they continue their vulgar taunting--especially targeting Nichole and me--they threw rocks at us, one of them narrowly missing Nichole.

I won't detail the events that ensued because that wasn't my reason for blogging about this very disturbing incident, but it wasn't pretty. What bothered me most though(other than fear of being killed by these kids who could have also been carrying guns for all we knew) is that I actually saw up close and personal the depth to which some in our society have fallen. These kids were barely out of elementary school, yet they spewed morally reprehensible language and demonstrated their violent hatred without provocation.

For hours, I was unable to fall asleep. I know God loves these very lost kids. They are people who have no respect for themselves or anyone else--no fear of authority--no sense of right or wrong--and no concept of decency. I am angry. I am sad. I am outraged that our granddaughters will likely someday be victims of such vulgar verbal assault. I detest the fact that children can no longer remain innocent for the duration of "childhood" because they live in this very broken world.

I remember the occasional reminiscing that my own parents did when they lamented the loss of a sweeter, more innocent time. Today, I am them. I am there.

Glam-organic

While reading Architectural Digest magazine this morning, I discovered my "if funds were unlimited" style. I learned that I am a glamorganic girl. It's hard to imagine having the kind of monetary resources that would allow ownership of such a property, but I think I would eventually adjust.

Each month the magazine features vastly different architectural masterpieces, but rarely do I see anything that I covet. (I know, I've already prayed about it.)

"My" house, owned by Randolph Duke, is the perfect blend of form and function, light and shadow--and the vistas couldn't be adequately captured by the photographer, but breathtaking is obviously an understatement.

So, if I'm not meant to acquire this hillside oasis, I'd settle for the quaint little yacht featured in the May 08 issue. It's name? Audacia. I guess that sums up this blog about my Sunday afternoon home daydreaming. Audacious.

Captivated

We attended the Saturday night service at church tonight. Rick Harwell, Meck's Worship Pastor, delivered a challenging message reminding me that I have to choose my life's path (or road) paying particular attention to the example set by Christ.

Before Rick's message, Steven led worship. Tonight was meaningful to me because a song that he wrote last winter opened the service. I've heard its progression from the initial chorus to the completed piece, and I love the message and the melody that God gave Steven. It's a song about grace and our response to such an amazing gift from God.

At the end of the worship set, Nichole sang a song accompanied only by Andrew's guitar. I will be the first to admit that I may be ever-so-slightly proud of my two kid-in-laws, but I don't know when I've been more blessed musically than I was tonight.

The song that Nichole sang is called "Captivate Us," and if you've never heard it--you should. I doubt there is a more powerful recorded version available than what we heard live tonight--but here are the lyrics. I hope they cause you to sense the splendor of God's worth and majesty and that if you aren't already captivated by His greatness and love, you soon will be.

Your face is beautiful
And Your eyes are like the stars
Your gentle hands have healing
There inside the scars
Your loving arms they draw me near
And Your smile it brings me peace
Draw me closer oh my Lord
Draw me closer Lord to Thee

Captivate us, Lord Jesus
Set our eyes on You
Devastate us with Your presence
Falling down
And rushing river, draw us nearer
Holy fountain consume us with You
Captivate us Lord Jesus, with You

Your voice is powerful
And Your words are radiant bright
In Your breath and shadow
I will come close and abide
You whisper love and life divine
And Your fellowship is free
Draw me closer O my Lord
Draw me closer Lord to Thee

Let everything be lost in the shadows
Of the light of Your face
Let every chain be broken from me
As I’m bound in Your grace
For Your yoke is easy, Your burden is light
You’re full of wisdom, power and might
And every eye will see You
Captivate us, Lord Jesus--with you

No No's

This morning I had to say "no, no, Ava," so many times I sounded like a broken record. The issue at hand is that she wants everything she shouldn't have--especially if it could hurt her.

I redirected her three times from electrical cords that she was reaching for behind various pieces of furniture, and I picked her up and loved on her after an object that she chose to use for leverage toppled as she was pulling up. Undaunted, she moved toward other equally inappropriate objects.

The morning's events made me think about God's view of me (as does almost everything she does these days).

I understand that the absolute ONLY reason God ever says "no, no" to me is because of His love. I also realize that He knows best. Why, then, do I ever question Him? That's my thought to ponder for today.

Chewing on The Word

This morning as I prayed for Ava, I asked God specifically to give her a passionate love for Jesus and for God's Word. Now I'm not saying that this was an answer to my prayers exactly, but at the ripe old age of nine months, I caught her less than an hour later "chewing on The Word" after she discovered that she could now reach the Bible on my bedside table!

And a little child shall lead them...

Freedom--oh the blessing!

Thankful, I am, for freedom inherited
A wonderful gift that I haven't merited

Because I was born in this land of the brave
I was given the birthright that every soul craves

I won't take for granted,how brazen I'd be
if not grateful and mindful that I'm blessed to be free.

Pre-Independence Day

Ava Grace is happy about becoming independent! Happy July 3rd!

All Good Things...

must come to an end. That's what I've been told, anyway. And such is the case for something that has become a wonderful part of my life for the last nine years. As a result, I've spent part of today pondering what's next and feeling a little blue.

Discovery Jones Expeditions is in its final season. Today, I submitted what will likely be two of the last scripts I'll write for the series--script #'s 147and 148. That's right--I have written 148 scripts and it doesn't seem possible! So...it was quite a bittersweet moment as I hit the send button on my computer.

Being a part of the show has afforded me adventure and experiences I never imagined. For the first year, I traveled with the production crew on location as we trekked through alligator infested swamps, Louisiana graveyards at midnight, and various other places that sane people rarely venture.

Writing these episodes (which I think have now included at least one location in all 50 states and 10 foreign countries) required me to research subjects and topics that broadened my knowledge and perspective while challenging my mind and imagination in ways I can't even explain.

As a result of my role with DJE, I've become enlightened about what it means to experience zero gravity, and I've been inside the Space Shuttle. (not when it was on a mission--just to be clear!!) I've learned about PADI certification and what it's like to live aboard a dive boat in the middle of the Pacific off the coast of Palau. I've watched my colleague and the show's host skydive with the Army's elite Golden Knights, and I saw his pale face after a World War II pilot did loops in a two seater bi-wing plane while he occupied the front seat.

With my team, I've learned about Mt. Rushmore and Grand Piton. I've experienced hang-gliding and parasailing, boat flying, and zorbing. I've seen footage that my crew shot at the Nissan Outdoor Games in Chamonix, France, and I've vicariously ridden to the top of the highest peak in Switzerland alongside them.

I was at the Pentagon two weeks after 9/11, and atop Hatteras Lighthouse after it was moved just before they permanently banned anyone from climbing it. With the guys, I hiked Red Rock Canyon to get the perfect shots, and I survived a self-righting vessel rescue mission with the U.S. Coast Guard. I should mention that I have immense respect for those people and I would never, ever, never, ever aspire to that role...(think "The Guardian" here). Also, I can't recall comparable nausea in my entire adult life.

This list doesn't scratch the surface of all I've learned and experienced, and I know that it's only because of God's blessing that I was chosen to be part of something so incredible. I have loved every crazy minute of it and ask you to pray for my team as they leave for Ireland next week--that God will go before them and that they will touch lives for Him as they work to create shows that bring the message of God's saving grace. Also, please pray that this show continues to be shown around the globe and that children hear the clear gospel message as they watch Discovery Jones explore the world. I won't know this side of heaven why God allowed me to do this, but for the rest of my life I'll praise Him for the chance!

Rumination

This weekend, my Pastor delivered a message geared specifically to those who struggle with letting go of past hurts and issues so that they can experience the freedom and abundant life God offers through Christ. The topic has been cause for hours of rumination--you know, cud chewing.

For those who are unfamiliar with the practice of our bovine friends, they regurgitate their food and chew on it again before final digestion.

The deal is, I want to digest this subject completely, once and for all. I want to know that I know that there is no possibility that I have baggage that hasn't been disposed of and/or dealt with properly.

Sadly, I've seen (and felt) the results of clinging to junk that should have been dumped years ago, so why have I not shed the baggage? Could it be that there is a sick sort of comfort found in holding on to even the bad because it's familiar? Maybe. Otherwise, why would I (or anyone) do it?

I think this practice is another evidence of the reliability and accuracy of scripture. The Bible tells us that we have an enemy whose mission is to steal, kill, and destroy--and what could be more destructive than maintaining a vise-grip on old wounds, negative thought patterns, and mistakes from the past?

The very same verse that speaks about the thief (Satan) who plans to destroy me, also promises that Jesus Christ offers abundant life. In five different translations of scripture, John 10:10 affirms that we are all offered full, rich, satisfying, abundant life. (and He's not talking money here.)

Why then, is it frequently my habit to continue wallowing in the pain and mistakes of my past? I can only come to one cudly conclusion...

If I am not experiencing the joy of my salvation, freedom from my past, and satisfaction in my present--I have no one to blame but myself. It's available--offered to me (and you) by the One who identifies with my struggles, yet promises to rescue me from evil. 1 John 5 verse 4 says: For whatever is BORN of God OVERCOMES the world; and this is the victory that has overcome the world--our FAITH.

Maybe sometimes it's just plain easier to practice failure instead of faith. But doesn't faith practiced provide evidence and hope of things unseen? And isn't that the key to real, honest-to-goodness authentic abundance?

If overwhelming victory is ours because of Christ Jesus who loves us, (and it is according to Romans 8:37) then it's time to walk in celebration and freedom, cutting the cords that keep me tethered to the junk of this world. It's time to swallow. Once and for all. There may be other cud to chew, but I want this meal to be done.©

Heart Condition Update

Thank you to everyone who sent an email or message letting me know you prayed for my dad. He did remarkably well despite an unexpected complication that necessitated three additional hours of surgery.

Last night, he was wide awake and feeling pretty good all things considered. His kidneys haven't yet begun to function normally so that's an issue that we continue to pray about, but otherwise, we are just extremely grateful to God for dad's good prognosis.

What a blessing it is to know that there are people out there who are faithful to pray--and what a powerful reminder that when we are weak, HE is strong!

Conditions of the Heart

Tomorrow morning, my dad will have heart surgery. I won't be posting a morning blog, because I will be in the hospital waiting room, praying.

In the past weeks as we've awaited this scheduled procedure, I've spent a good deal of time reflecting about my dad's influence on my life and about him in general.

He grew up poorer than dirt poor, the tenth of ten children. His home had two bedrooms and a tiny kitchen. My recollection of visiting my grandparents includes dusty wooden floors, musty old furniture, smelly chicken coops and dog pens full of barking hound dogs.

Dad's tales of his childhood fascinated me as I imagined him a bonafide Huckleberry Finn. He is a talker who shares vivid details when he spins a yarn, and I am confident that given the opportunity and education, he'd have made one of the world's finest attorneys or politicians because he is a great debater.

He's a man who never sees obstacles, only opportunities. In the early 70's when the local school board decided to bus my sisters and me across town, he went to Raleigh to learn what he'd have to do to start a private school. He rallied support from a few other parents and within one year he'd not only chartered a private school, he'd gotten land donated and built a building and gymnasium.

He started his own business when I was very young, and etched in my mind are pictures of him sitting at his desk in our house late into the night, planning for the next morning's agenda.

Sometime when I was in grade school, he decided to become a pilot. I was too ignorant to be afraid and loved joining him for flights in a little Cessna where he entertained us with loops and dives that rivaled the best amusement park ride.

Daddy made us laugh, but he was also strict. His love for us was never in question and his expectations were always clear: work hard, give back, don't give up, and love God.

Tonight, I will pray for his heart to be healed by this surgery because he has always so faithfully prayed for me. He may have a "heart condition", but the condition of his heart is perfect. It was perfected when he gave his life to Christ and turned to Him as Lord.

I hope if you are a parent who stumbles across this blog you'll consider your own heart's condition--realizing that one day your son or daughter might be sitting at a computer typing about the way your loving heart profoundly impacted their life.

My dad; a crazy, goofy, amusing, Korean War veteran, contractor, pilot, motorcycle rider, house builder, teacher, storyteller, guitar player, singer, poet, God-loving father who has a truly loving heart. I hope one day my children think my heart is half as special!

Grandsitting

I love babysitting for my grown children's "children". Spending time with Ava Grace and seeing the daily changes that occur in her mobility and vocabulary is delightful and causes me to realize that due to my own age and mileage I've begun to take many little things for granted. The amusement that can be found in a paper towel roll for instance is remarkable.

I think the best aspect of being a grandparent is getting to be the "fun" person in a little one's life. And while we currently only have one human grandchild (with one on the way) we also have a granddog with which/whom we enjoy spending time.

Last Thursday, our son and his wife drove to Indiana for a family reunion, allowing us (George and I) to keep Blue, their very strong, very energetic two year old black lab.

All was well until last night. Not having a fenced yard, we devised a make-shift dog run. It worked beautifully for four days, but then the unthinkable happened. Sometime last evening between putting meat on the grill and going out to check on it, Blue escaped.

I can't convey the terror of the moment with adequate words, but suffice it to say, little else matter (including our steaks, the food inside on the stove, the guests who were expected at any minute, etc.,). George left on foot, running through the neighborhood, Steven took off in his truck, and I searched by vehicle as well. We went in different directions, leaving Leslie and Ava Grace to man the fort and call us if our wayward granddog returned.

I crossed the highway and drove down an unpaved, scary road not too far from home, calling for Blue. A Blue look-alike barked from behind an abandoned looking trailer and for a moment, I thought I'd found him. Upon closer inspection and the threat of being ripped to pieces by a not-friendly dog, I left that street and drove to a neighbor's house to ask her to be on the lookout for our M.I.A. dog.

She said they'd been outside for the past hour and that Blue had not come their way. My heart sank and I began to fear the worst. I simply could not fathom telling David and Nichole that we'd lost Blue--who is really, truly, their baby.

As I thanked my neighbor, I looked up to see a black, floppy puppy bouncing across the field toward me. I caught him by the collar and held on until George arrived to help apprehend/man-handle/restrain the strongest lab in history. While gripping his collar, I sustained a cut to my ankle, a shoulder dislocation, and a small pinky finger wound, but his desire to escape was no match for my determination to hang on! (I should probably confess to a slight exaggeration on the shoulder dislocation, but the other two injuries really happened).

Thankfully, wounds heal and we had a happy ending. Our beloved granddog Blue is now safely back at home where he belongs. His great adventure nearly gave us all heart failure, but I'm happy to report that the Paramedic's say we'll be fine-- eventually. And that means that we can Granddog-sit again one day--if David and Nichole will ever let us!

Sticking It Out

Within the last three days I've been told about several troubled marriages. Two couples are very close to separation (if they didn't go through with it over the weekend) and one decided to "take a break" already.

What bothers me is that in all of the cases, the couples are Christian. They undoubtedly know what scripture says and how God feels about marriage, but the Biblical facts aren't making any impact. It's more about how they feel (or don't feel) about each other and what they expect of their husband or wife.

My reason for blogging about such an unpleasant subject today stems from the fact that I think I can say a few things about marriage with confidence. First, God hates divorce. He loves divorced people, but the separation of what He joined together is tragic. Yes, there are Biblically allowable grounds for divorce, but is it possible that in most cases it's just a matter of giving up and throwing in the towel because the going got tough or the feelings changed? Sadly, I think so.

Having been married once and to the same man for 29 years, I know there are times of testing. I'm pretty sure there have been a few occasions when George may have wondered why he said, "I do," and maybe even a time or three that he wished he hadn't. But here's the truth--we decided that divorce would not be an option and that our vows to each other and to God mattered. We made a choice to work THROUGH the difficult times--together.

I realize that when one party is unwilling, that leaves the other with very little in the way of options and my heart grieves for those who find themselves in that situation. For others who are just tired of the work required in order to stick it out--I have four words for you-- It Is Worth It.

Every couple I know who persevered, came out of the troubled times with renewed love and a blessing that can only be described as supernatural. On the flip side, I know SO many who regret that they didn't work harder to save their marriages.

This weekend, the speaker at church shared that an elderly woman spoke to his Sunday School class about how she and her husband managed to stay together for 60 years. She said they'd stayed married because they never fell out of love at the same time.

Life's stresses and struggles can prompt a sense of longing for something different, better, more exciting, etc., but in reality, our marriages are really what WE make them--for better or worse. Walking away from marriage with the notion that another will be better is a mistake because inevitably we take our own flaws and baggage with us wherever we go.

Finally, I fear there are two insidious forces that contribute to the notion that things might be better elsewhere. First, the garbage that enters our homes via television--you know--Soap Operas, Desperate Housewives, etc., and second, the Hollywood glamorization of romance and acceptance of divorce.

If you take your cues from either, and/or frequently tune in to and accept the messages of the fantasy world of movies and TV, then you can trust that you'll be in for a battle. Don't be fooled, marriage has a real enemy masquerading as the seemingly harmless things we watch and read.

If you are a Christ-follower, please heed this warning--Satan hates your marriage and your family, but no weapon that he aims at you will succeed if you dig in your heels, walk in God's Word, and remember that LOVE is a verb. It's not about how you feel, it's about WHO He is--and He will supply ALL of your needs and heal all your hurts if you are continually walking by faith in Christ alone. ©