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Sunday, January 25, 2009

25 Random Things About Me

1. My favorite color of m&m candy is green.

2. My best friend and I once threw wheat paste all over the walls and lockers in junior high school, denied it when confronted and then I apologized to the teacher the next day because I felt so badly that I had lied.

3. I need a new watchband.

4. My fingernails are too long --they get in the way when I'm trying to type this blog.

5. I spent four to five hours sorting through four or five square feet of space filled with boxes, papers, art stuff and junk ...and I STILL don't have it cleaned!

6. While standing at the stove earlier tonight with a runny nose,
I sang "Granny's in the cellar, Lordy can't ya smell her makin' biscuits on that darned old dirty stove? In her eye there is some matter that keeps drippin' in the batter and she whistles while the (sniff) runs down her nose!"

7. I would rather be in Florida right now.

8. I have a secret zit-picking fascination (which is now no longer a secret.)

9. I'm thinking of having my teeth bleached but have heard that it's painful and am hesitating.

10. I just bought two new bathing suits because the one I had been wearing was more than ten years old. (One of them is pictured at right.)

11. I do not drink coffee.

12. I would love to sleep in tomorrow, but can't as I have to get Olivia ready for school and on the bus.

13. Dawna gave me the coolest beret hat today which I am wearing as I type this.

14. I just squished a bug.

15. I just opened a Christmas card which had been buried on my desk since mid-December.

16. I am WAY behind on my etsy orders. I have about ten pendants to make and ship out and I have no desire to get them done because my studio is no longer heated with the pellet stove since we sold it and put in THE (wood) STOVE downstairs.

17. Popcorn is calling my name. Can you hear it?

18. I don't have a favorite color.

19. I haven't balanced my checkbook in over five years since I follow every transaction online.

20. Someday, I would love to take a hot air balloon ride.

21. The night before my Clinical Microbiology final in college, I found a copy of the final which the professor had left in the laboratory. I took it with me, assuming it was an old final. I spent several hours memorizing every question and then during the test, when I saw that it was actually my final exam, I never confessed. I got an 'A' on the final --and it was because I had cheated. (Char, do you remember that?)

22. I have a hard time throwing anything away because I might need it someday. In fact, I think I have boxes in my garage which I've never unpacked since college. That is just wrong!

23. I always wear socks to bed - even in the heat of the summer.

24. I love to dip pizzelle cookies in applesauce.

25. Yesterday, I bought a new crockpot because mine died.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I'm Reading....



I'll let you know what I think when I'm through.

What are you reading?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Today We Meet Him....


....who is "him"?, you ask.

...a PUPPY who may be joining our family soon!

Not sure....still have to meet the puppy and his breeder...but I have to tell you that I've fallen in love with his picture already! I won't post his photo here as I haven't asked the breeder's permission, although I'm sure she wouldn't mind.

I'll save his picture for the day (if and when) everyone decides that we may adopt him and bring him home. We need to be approved by the breeder because any respectable breeder isn't just going to hand over their beloved puppy to anyone who comes along.

I've spent HOURS searching the internet, talking to friends and coworkers, scouring the pet classifieds and doing tons of research on breeds. We have narrowed our search to several breeds which we believe would be a good fit for our family: Miniature Schnauzer, Yorkshire Terrier, Shih-Tzu, Bischon Frise, Toy Poodle and Cairn Terrier. All of them are known to be hypoallergenic, although I don't imagine that there is such a thing as a completely hypoallergenic dog. Some breeds shed less than others. Our beloved Chauncy was a shedder! Hair everywhere! All the time! And me...I did a lot of sneezing and wheezing!

The little guy we're going to meet this afternoon promises to be a breed which doesn't shed as much--and is good with children --a HUGE consideration where Olivia is concerned!

Olivia is already thinking of names!

I'll keep you posted!

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Snow...

It's a balmy, tropical 27 degrees this morning in Greenville, PA. 47 degrees warmer than yesterday at this time. And we received an additional 7" of snow last night. Yeah! ugh.
(...I can hear Dad...."Summer's comin' Deb!)

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Food From Heaven


....which is, after all, from whence all of our food ultimately comes.

Today, groceries came to us via Angels. The angels of the Angel Food Ministries. This ministry began fifteen years ago on a back porch in Georgia, with enough food to feed 34 families in need. Today, Angel Food ministries feef over half a million families per month in 35 states and they just keep growing! For those of you who may not be familiar with this nationwide ministry, take a moment to check out their website by clicking the link. This ministry is for EVERYONE - not just those in need. All of us do need to eat though! (Some less than others! ahem.)

I came home from work this morning and went to bed, leaving Brillo Man and Olivia the task of driving over to our church to pick up our Angel Food for this month. It's been several months since we had purchased Angel Food and every month that I do buy it, I remark that we need to start buying MORE often! This month's box included the following: (All for the price of just $30.00)

1.5 lb. Ribeye Steak (4 x 6 oz.)

4 lb. Chicken Leg Quarters

1.5 lb. Beef Patties (4 x 6 oz.)

18 oz. Cheese Filled Manicotti

2 lb. Pork Rib Strips

1 lb. Chicken Breast Fajita Strips

1 lb. Ground Turkey

1 lb. Broccoli

1 lb. Peas

6 ct. Oatmeal Variety Box

(2 each-Regular,
Maple Brown Sugar
and Apple Cinnamon)

32 oz. 2% Shelf Stable Milk

8 oz. Blueberry Muffin Mix

12 ct. White Corn Tortillas

1 lb. Pinto Beans

7 oz. Chicken Flavored Rice & Vermicelli

One Dozen Eggs

Dessert Item (we got cookies this time!)

And for an additional $22.00, we purchased one of several available "specials". This month I chose the 6lb assorted meat combo:

1.5 lb. Bone-In New York Strips (2 x 12 oz.)

1 lb. Sirloin Strips (2 x 8 oz.)

1.5 lb. Boneless Pork Chops -Thick Cut (4 x 6 oz.)

2 lb. Hamburger Steak (4 x 8 oz.)

That equals approximately $3.67 per pound for the meat. I don't know how much you've been paying attention to food prices lately, but my local grocery store had a SPECIAL this week $6.99/lb for New York Strip Steaks. I'm thinking we got a great deal!

And an even better deal....I awoke to the wonderful smell of Brillo Man cooking the beef patties for lunch...1.5 lb. each...needless to say, I ate half and will take the other half to eat later at work. Delicious!


Men ate angels’ food;
He sent them food to the full.
-Psalm 78:25

Friday, January 16, 2009

Random Photos #2



Olivia ...when she woke up yesterday morning. MAJOR Bedhead!! And she's such a ham - she'll pose for the camera anytime!




...and a bowl of Brillo Man's homemade soup for lunch - served up in my new ten cent soup mug from The Good Shepherd Mission.

It just doesn't get any better than this! Delicious, hot, soup (made with love!) by my King of Soup...on a cold, cold day! Warmed me to the core - in more ways than one!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Alas the Glass!

Perhaps you may remember reading of my obsession with glassware. Well, it's struck again. "Struck" as in "Broke"!!!

This week, Brillo Man and I have succeeded in breaking two of my treasured Milano, Anchor-Hocking Forest Green glasses. One I managed to knock off the corner of my desk and the other fell victim to a dish-washing accident. I have always used my antiques and collectibles --thinking what good is it to have them stuffed on a shelf somewhere to collect dust? You use them - you risk the chance of breakage.

I have a special fondness for this pattern because while growing up, we used the Amber glasses in our kitchen. Mom still has a set of glasses and the pitcher in her china cabinet. (I think.) I have memories of Dad and his unending glass of iced tea - stirring in the sugar - the ice cubes making a huge clanking and clinking sound due to the unevenness of the glass' interior. Literally, you had to stop talking and wait until he was done stirring or no one would hear you speak! Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration....

Anyway...I am on a quest for more Amber or Forest Green or ANY color of those glasses. In any size. Tumblers, Juice Glasses, Short, squatty glasses...what are those called? They were always used for serving drinks 'on the rocks'. Not that I ever have a drink on the rocks...but anyway...you know the size.

I have found them on Ebay --but refuse to pay up to $4.00 per glass! When did these become so popular?!? I guess I will scour the yard sales in the Spring....I look every time I go to our Good Shepherd Mission --there's never been any. Who has them collecting dust in their kitchens? I'll gladly take them off your hands! But I'm not paying $4.00 a piece! sheesh!


So he arose and went to Zarephath.
And when he came to the gate of the city,
indeed a widow was there gathering sticks.
And he called to her and said,
“Please bring me a little water in a cup,
that I may drink.”
I Kings 17:10

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Random Photo #1



Today's random photo is of a tiny armadillo sculpture which resides in a shadow box in our home. The sculpture is very near and dear to my heart because it depicts the actual event of the time Brillo Man captured and subdued the beast. Although in the movie version, you can see that he has much more hair. (Brillo Man, not the armadillo.)

The tacky, green, plastic, four-leaf clover coin behind the beast is something that Olivia picked out of a cache. It's approximate size is that of a 50 cent piece. It's there strictly for scale. (i.e. that's about the actual size of the beast that charged Brillo Man on that fateful night in the swamps of Florida.)

I will be sharing more random photos in the days to come. Stay tuned.


For You have armed me with strength for the battle;
You have subdued under me those who rose against me.
II Samuel 22:40

Monday, January 12, 2009

My Snow Haiku

I've been inspired by Donna to write more poetry. Yesterday, while enjoying the view from my living room and watching the giant snowflakes gently falling...in slow motion...with nary a breeze to hinder their gentle journey toward the earth....I wrote this Haiku.



Gently falling snow
Slowly falling fluffy flakes
Carpeting the earth



For He says to the snow,
‘Fall on the earth’.
-Job 37:6a

Sunday, January 11, 2009



The LORD is my strength and my shield;
My heart trusted in Him, and I am helped;
Therefore my heart greatly rejoices,
And with my song I will praise Him.
-Psalm 28:7

Saturday, January 10, 2009

And the Winner is....

There was a contest.

Fifteen people commented.

Fifteen people were entered to win.

I assigned each of you a number from 1 to 15.

I went to a random number generator online since Olivia was already in bed and wasn't available to draw a name out of a hat...

And the random number generator chose...

...drum roll please...







MARGIE!!!!

Margie, my dear, I will be sending you something from my etsy shop! I hope you enjoy it! And no...it won't be a pony!

Friday, January 09, 2009

An Invitation...Es Muy Bien....

Ten years ago, I had the awesome priviledge of going to The Dominican Republic on a missions trip.

A hurricane had recently devastated the island and a crew of about 50 from the church I attended were going to help rebuild several Assembly of God churches. In the weeks prior to our trip, I spent a lot of time praying and reading. We had several reading assignments, one of which was the book of Acts from God's Word and the second a book by Elisabeth Elliot entitled, Through Gates of Splendor, the true account of her husband's death at the hands of the Waorani tribe in Equador. If you have not had the opportunity to read this book, may I highly recommend it. It's a tale of a missionary who befriended and then was martyred by a people who previously were known for attacking all strangers. All for the sake of spreading the Gospel. Reading this book will change your life. It did mine.

Although we were not going to be venturing into a land of hostile natives, we were about to be transported to a place way out of our comfort zone. Nothing could have prepared me for what we encountered in The Dominican Republic. These people lived in homes we would not find worthy in which to house our lawn mowers. Sometimes ten or twelve people from an extended family living under one corragated metal roof. Some were fortunate enough to have cinderblock walls, but most were fabricated from flimsy materials, warped plywood or metal sheeting. The floors were dirt. Despite the obvious lack of material possessions, I have not ever met a people who were more gracious and generous and eager to share their hearts and what little they did have with us.

Over the two weeks that we were there, I was on the "painting team." It was my job to paint metal roof trusses with weatherproof paint. I also painted interior walls of the small Christian school that was near one church. And I painted "Abuelas" (Girls) and "Caballeros" (Boys) on the outhouse doors. I was given one paintbrush with bristles all askew which was much too big to paint the letters. The teachers marvelled at how neatly and staight I was able to paint them and I smiled as I recounted to them that the Lord had given me an artistic talent which I had given back to the Lord to be used by Him and it was an honor to be painting those letters on the doors of those outhouses...and I was going to do my best to see that they had the neatest words on their doors.

One day, while taking a break from painting some of us were at our hotel which was near the beach. I walked down to the water and sat on a fallen log where I had fun watching all these little fiddler crabs being washed up on the beach. They would scurry as fast as they could to bury themselves in the sand thereby avoiding the scorching heat of the sun. (The temperature never fell below 110 degrees fahrenheit during the daylight hours while we were there.) Soon along came this little boy who was about eight years old. He was so intent on catching one of these little crabs and tried several times without success before he finally was able to scoop one up in his hands. He brought it over to show me and we started a conversation - he, who spoke no English and me, who spoke very little Spanish. I asked him his name. "Manuel," he replied. He asked why I was there and I attempted to tell him that I was there to help build churches. I asked him if He was a Christian. He kind of hung his head and replied, "No, pero mis amigos son los Cristianos." (No, but my friends are Christians." He asked if I was a Christian. "Jesús está en mi corazón y es mismo, muy bien." (Jesus is in my heart and it's very, very good.)

Soon it was time to return to the hotel to meet the rest of my team for dinner. Manuel wasn't permitted to be on the property of the hotel due to hotel regulations, but he followed me all the way up the beach, across the road and up to the gates. As quickly as I could, I went through the courtyard and up to my room where I knew I had Christian Gospel tracts for kids - printed in Spanish. I was hurrying because I knew that the hotel staff would shoo him away if they saw him by the gates. When I returned, he was there. I gave him the tract and asked him to read it. He promised that he would. He tried to give me the little crab he was carrying and made a flying motion indicating that he wanted me to take it home on the plane. I laughed and said that I couldn't take the crab, but said that it was so wonderful to share some time with him and that I would remember him always.

To this day...every time I see a little crab with it's little eyes protruding from its body, I think of Manuel and pray that the Lord will protect him, keep him healthy and draw him close to His side. I believe that one day, I will meet him again in heaven.

It's really neat how the Lord works. Just yesterday at work, I noticed a jellyfish printed on the fabric of a coworker's scrub shirt. I asked her what was on her shirt and she opened her lab coat to reveal a scrub top printed with many colorful sea creatures, one of which was a little crab with googly eyes protruding from a shell. I laughed and said, "There's my crab."...as I prayed for Manuel. A young man, who is now at least 18 years old, somewhere in The Dominican Republic...whom I believe is serving Jesus all from a chance encounter on a beach with a lady and a crab.

So, I ask you, dear reader, do you know this Jesus? Jesus is in my heart and it's very, very good. There will never be a more important decision for you to make in this lifetime. Mind you, choosing Christ doesn't guarantee you a life filled with sunshine and roses. But what it does guarantee is that you will never walk through anything in this life alone. He will be with you and never leave you. He will become your closest Friend, your Confidant, your Father, your Brother, your Husband. When you choose to make Him Lord of your life, He will reward you with eternal life with Him. A life in heaven in a home that He's preparing for you even now. You can't go wrong. It's a simple thing to do. A free gift that He offers. All you have to do is admit that you're a sinner and ask Him to forgive you and come into your heart. That's it. A done deal. After that, He will do the rest. You just bring yourself, and a willing heart. Then you too will know that when Jesus is in your heart it's very, very good.


And whatever things you ask in prayer,
believing, you will receive.
-Matthew 21:22

Thursday, January 08, 2009

What I Believe

I could list a whole bunch of doctrinal stuff here....I believe there is one God, eternally existing in three persons: God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit...

I believe in the deity of our Lord Jesus Christ, in His virgin birth, in His sinless life, in His miracles, in His substitutionary and atoning death, in His bodily resurrection, in His ascension to the Father, and His imminent personal future return to this earth in power and glory to rule over the nations... etc... etc... etc...

BUT...more importantly than all the fundamental Christian truths is this:

I believe that it is my responsibility to do my very best to project the Lord and His love in my every thought, word and deed. The Lord says if He be lifted up, He will draw all men unto Him. Bottom line - I need to lift Him up. If I'm going to wear the badge of 'Christian' and those who know me know that I'm wearing that badge, then I better be doing all that I can do to minimize me and maximize Him. Someone recently paid me the highest compliment ever - she said, "I see Jesus in you." That's my heart's desire...that people look at me and see Him.

I wish I could say that it's an easy task. It's not. There are days - especially in dealing with those closest to me, i.e Brillo Man and Olivia, when my behavior is anything but Christlike. I get moody and irritable. I snip and snap and growl and yell. It's not pretty. My friend says to me, "it's okay, you're human." True. I am human. But I'm a human saved by grace and according to what His Word tells me, I am a new creature - old things are passed away and all things have become new. I need to work on portraying the newness more.

So...what do I believe? I believe that God's grace is infinite...that His mercies are new every morning. Today, I'll do my best to live for Him and when I mess up, I know He forgives me and I start all over again...doing my best. When my best isn't good enough I know that His strength is made perfect in my weakness.

Today, I will lift Him up in the hopes that someone is drawn closer to Him. I will allow more of Him to shine though less of me. I will praise Him for His mercy and grace...and wear the badge of 'Christian' proudly on my sleeve.

That's what I believe.


He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn,
the justice of your cause like the noonday sun.
-Psalm 37:6

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

When It's Been Hard to....what?

Hard to be a Christian?
Hard to witness?
Hard to have faith?
Hard to endure?

....I was thinking about what Sara meant when she asked us to write a post about "when it's been hard"....

I have decided that I will write about when it's hard for me to be patient and completely trust that God knows what He is doing.

There are many times when I approach Him with my long list of ideas and suggestions regarding solutions to particular problems in my life. I think I know the best way to change things, the best way to make things right. Wrong. I don't know. Far from it. God knows so much more (duh) about what is best for me. He is, after all, omniscient. The all-knowing God. He knew me before the world was formed. He has numbered my days in a book. He knows my thoughts before I form them and my words before they leave my lips. Don't I think that He would know the answers to my life's biggest questions? But still, I try to be in control.

I try to control my husband, my daughter, my friends. I give all the best advice and get upset when someone doesn't heed what I say. I am right. Wrong.

The best thing for me to do, over and over and over again, is to LET GO and LET GOD.


Therefore know this day,
and consider it in your heart,
that the LORD Himself is God in heaven above
and on the earth beneath; there is no other.
-Deuteronomy 4:39

Monday, January 05, 2009

Witnessing

My style of witnessing today is much different than it once was. Today, sharing the love of Jesus is simply sharing my life. Telling them about the wonderful things that God has done. All the little blessings....i.e....standing in the ticket line at Splash Lagoon and having someone offer us free tickets thereby saving us $140. When someone heard the story and said, "Wow, you're lucky!", my response was, "nope, luck had nothing to do with it --it was divine intervention." God's favor. There are many small miracles throughout my day that I look at as His favor and am quick to point that out whenever I'm conversing with anyone about God's love.


Years ago, I would be quick to point out to someone that they're going to hell to suffer fire and brimstone if they didn't get saved. I often went into a big dissertation about how we are living in the last days and we needed to get saved before we miss the rapture. And how if one wasn't saved and one did miss the rapture that you could have another chance but things on this earth were going to be really, really bad and if you were smart, you would get saved so you would avoid all of that. I'm sure all of that came from my Pentecostal upbringing. We were big on scare tactics.

At this point in my life, I much prefer love tactics. Someone once said that people don't care how much you know until they know how much you care. Sharing the love of God in practical ways. Loving people into the Kingdom. That's the secret to evangelism. Preaching hellfire and brimstone may work for some, but I think for most it just turns them away from God rather than pointing them to the Savior.

Love. Just reach out and love. Be an example. I often share the love of God and sometimes I do it with words....


For our gospel did not come to you in word only,
but also in power, and in the Holy Spirit
and in much assurance,
as you know what kind of men we were
among you for your sake.
1 Thessalonians 1:5

Changed....in a moment

Sara has encouraged us to follow a theme this week: Salvation.

There are times when I think that perhaps the people who have heard my testimony will tire of it. Then I think again and realize that each time I share what God has done in my life, God gets the glory and enemy gets his head stomped on.

So...let the stomping begin...

My moment of salvation --changed forever -- in a moment. (Twice!)

I say twice because I am not one to believe or follow after the "once saved, always saved" theology. I know that there are many very good arguments for that theology and many very convincing debators who would disagree. And who knows, they may be right. However, in my heart of hearts, I know that whenever I walked away from the Lord that I had completely turned my back on Him. At one point, even speaking outloud that if living the life I was living meant spending an eternity away from God then so be it. That's how deep I was in sin. The sensual allure and stronghold that the sin and the enemy had on my heart was far more enticing than anything that God had to offer. What a liar Satan is. I remember the day I spoke the words..."if staying with her will mean that I go to hell...then I guess I'm going to hell...because I'm never leaving her." And I remember hearing the enemy say, "now I've got you."

Looking back, wondering HOW in the world I could have ever thought that. How I could have exchanged God's truth for a lie? How I could have just tossed away all that I knew about His goodness and His faithfulness? That whole thought process boggles my mind. For now, I can't imagine living my life for even one second without the Lord. He is my everything. His grace is amazing. His love is infinite and incomparable! He is an amazing God. And what's even more amazing is that He LOVES ME. Me. Who am I? No one worthy of such love, that's for sure. But love me He does and I am so grateful.

So, I had two moments of salvation. The first was at the age of nine. I was in Sunday School - in the pre-prayer / worship part of Sunday School when all of the classes sat together up in third floor annex of our church -the place we all refered to as "Peanut Heaven." I'll never forget the day. George, a.k.a. Brother Freed was leading us in prayer before we were to be dismissed to our classes and he asked if anyone wanted to accept Jesus as their Savior. My heart started beating faster and I got this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach and when he said, "if you do, then please step out of your seat and join me in the front and I'll pray for you," the Lord said, "go." And I went.

There were several other children who made a commitment to the Lord that day, but I have no idea who they were. At that moment, it was just me and Jesus. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I also remember that afterwards some of the kids said, "Debbie, we thought you were already saved...." And immediately there was a feeling of embarrassment as the enemy tried to make me feel ashamed of what I had done or hadn't done up until that point. And over the years he has used that statement to make me feel as if the girls who made those comments somehow thought that they were better than I. I'm going to say it again - the enemy is such a liar.

Over the next decade, I loved the Lord. I was in church every time the doors were open. My life revolved largely around my church youth group and I was there for each activity and each church service. Often, I could be found at the altar on Sunday evenings - on my knees, crying out to the Lord. He and I worked out a lot of stuff together and I was drawn ever closer to Him as He, in turn drew close to me. In my Christian life, all was sunshine and roses. I was secure in my faith. I knew where I was spending eternity and I spent a lot of effort telling my friends and teachers about His love. I was passionate about sharing my faith. After all, everyone deserves to know about His amazing love for us.

On a Sunday evening during my senior year of high school as I listened to others tesify about how the Lord had brought them out of a life filled with drugs or sex or every kind of sin you can imagine, I stood and testified how grateful I was that God had kept from all of that. I had stayed strong - and I knew it was only by His strength that I did.

Beware if you think you stand, lest ye fall. I'm not going to take the time to type out all the details of the twists and turns my life and heart took whenever I went away to college. Most of you who read my blog have heard the story more than once. If you're really interested, you may read the account which appears in four parts here, here, here, and here.

My second moment of salvation came whenever I was emotionally moved by the death of a pastor whom I hardly knew. Pastor Hatchner was a great man of God who touched many lives. As I cried over his death, I called out to God and asked Him why was I so broken up by the death of this this man who I hardly knew. The Lord showed me that it wasn't about Pastor Hatchner at all...but about what was missing in my life...His presence. I had completely shut the Lord out. I picked up my Bible, dusted it off, opened it at random, looked down and read in Jeremiah 31:3: "Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you."

Even now as I type those words, I can feel His presence. His love for me is amazing. He cared enough to pursue me - to never give up on me, even when I had discarded Him like an old rag. I dropped to my knees at that moment and surrendered my life - a second time.

There is no turning away from Him now. From that moment on, I was determined to press toward that prize. And that's exactly what it was and still is. Pressing. It was not an easy surrender. It was a surrender that took years to come to completion. Years before I was totally committed to leaving the lifestyle I lived. There were a lot of struggles, a lot of tears, a lot of heartache....the consequences of my sin.

Some days there are great obstacles to cross and oppositions to fight. The enemy is always on a mission doing whatever he can do to persuade me to give up on God. The road isn't always easy. But it's a road that I never have to travel alone. For the Lord has promised to never leave me or forsake me. His love for me is everlasting and I'm never letting go of that promise!


He has shown you, O man, what is good;
And what does the LORD require of you But to do justly,
To love mercy, And to walk humbly with your God?
-Micah 6:8

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Summer's Comin'!

I was thinking as I drove home in the frigid cold temperatures this morning about my Dad.

Frequently, whenever we were anywhere where we were cold and shivering, he could be heard saying, "Don't worry Deb, Summer's comin'!" "yye...eea...aaahh...rrr...rr...ight...tttt!", would be my reply through chattering teeth.

There was a lot of wisdom in his statement however. No matter how chilling the wind, how deep the snow, how bleak the winter....there is always hope that summer is on its way. Not too many months from now we'll be splashing in the pool and complaining about the heat. As long as this earth exists, there will be seasons. And each season brings with it a purpose.



As the earth rests in preparation for Spring and the new burst of life that will spring forth from the ground, I am reminded of the preparations that go on in my heart; the work that the Lord does internally whenever he is preparing me for some new work which may help to usher in new life to His Kingdom. I pray that I will be ready for the change in season...that I will allow Him to do the work that needs done in me, so that I may be a better witness for Him. Very often I catch myself not being a very willing participant in this time of preparation. I want to jump right through to the warm breezes and sunny days...to the place of comfort. I don't want to endure the frozen ground and the chilling winds and the bundles of coats and hats and gloves...I want to press on to the sunshine and watermelon and meadows full of wildflowers and butterflies....



But, the Lord calls me to be patient. To remind me that there is a time and a season for everything. So I sit back and wait...for "summer's comin'" sooner than I think!


I wait for the LORD,
my soul waits,
And in His word I do hope.
-Psalm 130:5

Friday, January 02, 2009

Big Prize

Okay...
Just Because.....leave a comment after this post and you will be entered into a drawing to receive a prize. It will be something I've created. Similar to something that appears on my art website. I don't know what exactly...but it will be something unique.

Just my way of saying Happy New Year!

Drawing to be held on January 6th.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Resolutions


It has always been my resolution to never make resolutions.
I think that I probably would never follow through with anything that I resolved, so why bother? However, this year, I'm making a resolution - and I'm going to do my very best to stick with it.

My resolution - to be in God's Word EVERY SINGLE day. I heard the collective gasp. There are some of you who I know are so faithful to read God's Word every day. And then there are others who, like me, miss a day or two or ten. This year. I'm not missing.

I found one of those "read-the-Bible-through-in-a-year" things on Biblegateway. I'm going to attempt it, although my resolution isn't to necessarily read the entire Bible through in a year....my resolution is to just be in His Word every day. Wherever He takes me...that's where I'm going to read.

Anybody else up for the challenge? I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that He will bless my reading and "show me great and mighty things which I know not!" (That's in there somewhere...)

Or perhaps you have made another resolution.... please feel free to share!


Also it shall be, when he sits on the throne of his kingdom,
that he shall write for himself a copy of this law in a book,
from the one before the priests, the Levites.
And it shall be with him,
and he shall read it all the days of his life,
that he may learn to fear the LORD his God
and be careful to observe all the words of this law
and these statutes,
that his heart may not be lifted above his brethren,
that he may not turn aside from the commandment
to the right hand or to the left,
and that he may prolong his days in his kingdom,
he and his children in the midst of Israel.
-Deuteronomy 17:18-20

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

YES!!

I HAVE THE SCARF!!!!!!

Yahoo!!!





Happy New Year Everyone!!

Practice Makes Perfect


The secret - LOTS and LOTS of butter! Way more butter than you think is healthy!! In fact, they're swimming in butter! But they didn't stick and they didn't burn!
Next, we have to master the "filling thing-a-ma-gig"---so far...it just plops a teeny, tiny bit of jelly...not enough at which to sneeze!!

This afternoon's project: Trimming Olivia's bangs!


But if your offering is a grain offering baked in a pan,
it shall be of fine flour,
unleavened, mixed with (LOTS and LOTS of) oil.
-Leviticus 2:5

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Today's Gifts

  • Waking at 5:00am - the house is quiet - time to spend with the Lord before Brillo Man and Olivia arise for the day.

  • Getting out the door and on our way to our adventure without me having ten fits about something.

  • Standing in the ticket line at Splash Lagoon...someone approaches us from behind and says that they have extra tickets which they're not using and would we like them?...saved us $140 in the admission price for four tickets!! God you are so good!

  • Spending the day at Splash Lagoon with Stephanie. She drove from New York just to join us in some fun!

  • Sitting in Splash Lagoon's hot tub most of the day...relief for my aching knees!

  • Eating dinner at Steak n' Shake and laughing so hard that my sides hurt while listening to Brillo Man's comic relief!

  • Brillo Man driving home the hour-long drive so that I could sleep in the van. I rarely am able to sleep in the van. Tonight, I was exhausted. I slept!

  • Carrying home a cargo of gifts sent from my in-laws...can't wait to open them tomorrow!

  • Arriving home to find that the wood stove was still smoldering and it didn't take much to get the fire going again...the house is now toasty warm!

  • Donning my flannel PJs and crawling into bed for a long night's rest! (that's what's about to happen just as soon as I click "PUBLISH POST")


Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above,
and comes down from the Father of lights,
with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.
-James 1:17

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Santa's Gift

Okay...so she sits on Santa's lap...."All I want for Christmas is (my two front teeth? Not.) a Pancake Puff Pan!"

She has been talking about the Pancake Puff Pan for MONTHS! She's been saving her change so she could purchase her very own Pancake Puff Pan. She walks around the house quoting lines from the infomercial..."Kids like them too! They make great snacks!"... For months --we've been hearing about the Pancake Puff pan.

Several weeks ago, we walked into K-Mart and there it was. The Pancake Puff pan. Oh my gosh - you would have thought that the world stopped spinning in space. "MOM!!! IT'S THE PANCAKE PUFF PAN!!! CAN WE BUY IT??!! PUUUHHHLLLEEEEEZZE!!!!"

"No, Olivia, we're not buying the Pancake Puff Pan." "BUT WHHHYYYYYYYYY NOTTTTT?!?!" "Because Christmas is coming and maybe Santa is going to bring you the Pancake Puff Pan." "BUT MOM, I CAN'T WAIT THAT LOOONNNNGGGGGG!!!! CHRISTMAS ISN'T UNTIL DECEMBER 25TH AND I WANT THE PANCAKE PUFF PAN NOW!!!" "Olivia, we're not buying the Pancake Puff Pan and that's the end of the discussion."

Fast Forward to Christmas morning. She's opening her gifts....oh yes!!! She shoots - she scores! Santa brought the Pancake Puff Pan!!



This morning, we attempted to make pancakes. Brillo Man had even purchased buttermilk so we could make REAL pancakes...not the kind from the Bisquick box. Eggs. check. baking soda. check. flour....uh, nope...it's got bugs in it. Unbelievable! I didn't store it in my Tupperware container and instead left it in the pantry in the paper sack. And since I do very little baking...who knows how long it's been sitting in the pantry. Perhaps since 2006. (I'm kidding.) Anyway - bugs. Let's go to plan B. Get the Bisquick from the back of the pantry. ...best used before December 2007. (Obviously the Bisquick HAS been in the pantry since 2006.) I'm guessing there's bugs. Yep. Bugs in the Bisquick. Okay...plan C. "Olivia, how about we make blueberry muffins in your pancake puff pan?"... Grab a Jiffy mix of blueberry muffins. We always have a huge stash of Jiffy mixes because they're quick and inexpensive and easy to whip up. We don't often use them however. We have good intentions. So, the chances that there's bugs in the mix are pretty good. drum roll please......no bugs. Success! (Or perhaps there are bugs and they're just too difficult to see amongst the dried blueberries. Whatever. We're using it.)

Add an egg and a little milk and wha-la - blueberry muffin mix for the Pancake Puff Pan! Which isn't totally against the rules since the recipe book which came with the Pancake Puff Pan even says that you can "use your own blueberry muffin mix."

I think it's going to take a little adjusting on my part to get used to the Pancake Puff Pan. Too hot. Burnt the muffins. We ate them anyway. Brillo Man even went so far as to say that they were tasty. ahem. (Have I told him lately that I love him?)

Olivia just walked by. She could be heard saying, "...No more dialing the phone to order pizza, just make your very own pepperoni pizzas in the Pancake Puff Pan!" Mind you...we live in the middle of nowhere. Nobody would deliver a pizza to us if you paid them triple. "Mom, how about we make a deal and go to the Amish bulk food store and buy some flour with no bugs so that we can make Pancake Puffs tomorrow for breakfast." "Olivia, tomorrow is Sunday. We won't have time to make Pancake Puffs before church, but we can make them tomorrow afternoon." "Okay, let's make a deal."
"Okay, I want what's behind Door Number One." "WHAATT??!!" "Nevermind."


So he said, “Then bring some flour.”
And he put it into the pot, and said,
“Serve it to the people, that they may eat.”
And there was nothing harmful in the pot.
(See...NO BUGS!) (parenthesis mine. ahem.)
-2 Kings 4:41

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

We Cry Holy Holy Holy


Four of the 20+ Little Saints: Annie, Olivia, Sadie and Garrett

The "Little Saints" at church performed to this song in the Christmas program.

I wish I had recorded a video to share --it just touched my heart right to the very core to see these precious kids worshipping the Lord and laying their crowns at Jesus' feet. Then they danced with Jesus. What a sight!

My prayer is that you all have a blessed Christmas as we celebrate the birth of our Awesome Savior!

...wishing I could give you each a huge hug....
I love you all and count your friendships as one of my greatest gifts!


"For God so loved the world
that He gave his one and only Son,
that whoever believes in him shall not perish
but have eternal life.
-John 3:16

Sunday, December 21, 2008



Rejoice in the LORD and be glad, you righteous;
sing, all you who are upright in heart!
-Psalm 32:11

Friday, December 19, 2008

Seven Things

Okay --gotta get those "seven things" done from that long ago tag. Besides, it was scary everytime I called up my blog and saw my face staring back. Creepin' me out!

Here's the seven things:

Seven things I did before I was a Mom:

  • Traveled to Italy and The Dominican Republic
    (one for vacation and the other for a missions trip).
  • Had season tickets to The Pittsburgh Symphony.
  • Went out to dinner at least once a week, probably more.
  • Spent a lot of time on my artwork.
  • Listened to praise music constantly.
  • Hiked through the Shenandoah Mountains with Brillo Man.
  • Spent way too much money on books (I've cut down - really - although Brillo Man may disagree...).


Seven things I do now that I know Jesus really loves me:

  • Sing praises at the top of my lungs when I'm alone in my van.
  • Pray at the top of my lungs when I'm alone in my van.
  • Forgive others more easily...still working on this one...but if I'm forgiven and He's extended so much grace to me, then I need to be extending grace to others.
  • Think about reading my Bible more...I don't read it enough...and I know that I should be reading more!!!
  • Make a conscious effort to tell others about Him - either through my words or my actions.
  • Spend time recognizing His many blessings toward me.
  • Get excited about worship.


Seven things I would like to do:

  • Learn to play the cello.
  • Sing more.
  • Walk into my completely clean house...knowing that I was the one to get it to that point.
  • Create more art.
  • Lose weight.
  • Be more in control of my emotions.
  • Vacation in Hawaii and Alaska.


Seven things that still attract me to my husband:

  • His completely hairy self (with the exception of that bald spot).
  • His warm, strong embraces...I feel like all the cares of this world melt away when he holds me...which is nearly not often enough!
  • His ability to dream big.
  • His creative writing mind.
  • His goofy, little, smirky smile.
  • His sense of humor - which most often appears in his writing.
  • His spontaneity.


My seven favorite foods:

  • Pasta in any size, shape or form with any type of sauce or no sauce.
  • Chocolate (especially DARK).
  • Peach Pie.
  • Brillo Man's homemade soups. He has been dubbed "The King of Soups" by Olivia!
  • Grilled steak.
  • Homemade bread fresh from the oven with butter (which I buy from the bakery and microwave to simulate that fresh-from-the-oven-warmth!--no energy to bake bread at my house).
  • Sausage and Black Olive Pizza from Pizza Joe's.


Seven things I say most often:

  • Oh, for cryin' out loud!
  • That's not anything you need to worry about.
  • OLIVIA!
  • Give me a break.
  • What's up with that?!
  • You're all pitiful.
  • Go jump in a lake.



Then Peter came to Jesus and asked,
"Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother
when he sins against me? Up to seven times?"
Jesus answered, "I tell you, not seven times,
but seventy-seven times."
-Matthew 18:21,22

New Specs

Here's the new specs....a bit more bold than others I've worn in the past. The chick at the glasses place said that they were "trendy." I'm not usually one to be "trendy"...but I thought I'd take a chance this time.





Let your eyes look straight ahead,
fix your gaze directly before you.
-Proverbs 4:25

The eye is the lamp of the body.
If your eyes are good,
your whole body will be full of light.
-Matthew 6:22

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Specs

Two weeks ago, I took full advantage of my employer's vision plan and had my eye's examined for new glasses.

After trying on many, many, many pairs of frames, I finally narrowed my choices down to two.

Dawna came with me a couple of days later to confirm that the frame I really wanted was going to look okay. She gave the thumbs up - I ordered my glasses.

On Monday, I called to see if they had come in yet. "Yes, they're here."
Wonderful. Tuesday morning, I dragged my tired self out of bed and drove Olivia to school rather than let her ride the bus so that I could swing by the glasses place and pick up my new glasses. When I got there - no glasses. "I don't know what's going on - the envelope is in the "they're here" cabinet, but there are no glasses." After a phone call, it was determined that they indeed had not yet arrived from the lab. "No problem," she said, "they'll be here first thing in the morning." Great.

This morning --enjoyed a wonderful visit with Dawna. She made a dress for Olivia which she needed to deliver and she also brought with her some delicious, homemade breakfast muffins and bar cookies. Yum. She had coffee. I had Cherry Pepsi and sat in my flannel PJs chowing down the breakfast treats. We laughed, talked and had a great time - as we always do. 9:00am - the phone rings. It's the glasses place --my glasses are in. Wonderful. I'll be in to pick them up.

10:15am, Dawna leaves to go home and I headed for the shower. Afterwards, I made a list of some things that I needed from StuffMart. Then I spent some time talking with Brillo Man. Eventually, I donned my coat and headed out the door.

Got to the glasses place. Tried to get in. The door is locked. WHAT?! Hours of Operation on Wednesdays: 8:00am-12:00pm. I looked at my watch...12:05pm. UGH!!! Now you'd think that the chick who called to tell me that the glasses were in would have also informed me that they don't stay open on Wednesdays?!

I headed across the road to StuffMart with my list of five items and promptly went and drowned my disappointment in a spending spree. A cart full and many dollars later....I still don't have my new glasses.

Everything happens for a reason right? So there's a reason that I still don't have my new glasses....just trying to figure out what that reason is!


But if we hope for what we do not yet have,
we wait for it patiently.
-Romans 8:25

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Just Venting....

me: "Can you put some more wood in the wood stove? It's getting chilly up here."

him: "Uh, yeah."

Five minutes later, he comes up the steps and walks behind me into the bedroom and then into the bathroom.

"WWWRURRRRUUUUUEEEEEECHHHHHEEEEEERRRRRUUUURUUEUUUUURRRRR!!!"
(The horrific sound of a power saw...)

me: (thinking) WHAT is he doing?!...then saying, "Do you need some help?"

him: "no."

"WWERREEUUUUUURRREEEECHHHRURURUUUUEEEEEUUUUUURRR!!!"

me: (thinking) I'm not even going to go in there and see where he's cutting. I'm just going to sit here at the computer desk and continue to work on my etsy orders. I'm not even going to worry that he's cutting a huge hole in the bathroom floor...

him: (walking by) hymmmf. cough. ahem... clomp, clomp, clomp (down the steps.) clump, clump, clump (up the steps - back into the bathoom.)

"BANG BANG BANG CRACK BANG"

him: "this is hard."

me: ...still not in a panic. very calm.... as things are literally falling off the wall behind me...

"BANG BANG BANG BANG CHUNK CRUNCH BANG!"

him: (walking by) hymmmf. cough. ahem... clomp, clomp, clomp (down the steps.) clump, clump, clump (up the steps dragging the shop vac - back into the bathoom.)

"HHHMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHMMMMMMEEEEMMMMUUUUMMMMMM"

me: ...he's cleaning up? hmmm?

him: (walking by) hymmmf. cough. ahem... clomp, clomp, clomp (down the steps.)

me: ...waiting a respectable amount of time before I could no longer stand it...
...went into the bathroom...(although I really DID have to go...)

Wow. A register vent. On the floor right in front of the shower. Ah...heat from the wood stove radiating up through... Oh look, you can see right down into the basement. Remind me to close the vent before I step out of the shower from now on....



me: (calling downstairs...) “The vent looks good in the bathroom.”

him: "I couldn’t put it anywhere else because along the wall there were wires."

me: (glad I didn’t have to ask why he chose that spot...) “Well, it looks good. Thanks.”

Tip of the day: Remain calm and stay focused while your husband suddenly appears from the basement and begins sawing a hole in the floor because it all works out in the end. Had I gone in to “help” him –it would’ve been ugly.

He knew that. Which is why, when asked if he needed help, he said, “no.”


The noise of battle is in the land,
the noise of great destruction!
-Jeremiah 50:22

Sunday, December 14, 2008

The Tree...

...is finally up!

My sister and I recently commented to each other that we're becoming more like our mother in that we almost dread decorating the Christmas tree. Dad was the festive, merry maker when it came to Christmas in our house. He was just like a little kid at Christmas. I have memories of him dragging all the boxes down from the attic and making a big production out of decorating the Christmas tree.

Mind you, it wasn't just any old Christmas tree either. It was one that was hunted down and tagged and cut after many minutes of traipsing through the cold fields looking for "the perfectly shaped tree" - with not too many 'holes' but with enough space to showcase the many dozens of ornaments that had been collected over decades of celebrations.

Then it was brought indoors and since I was the oldest of my siblings, after Dad had hefted it into the tree stand, would hold it and turn it and lean it and adjust it as Mom sat on the couch and said, "a little to the left, no, turn it that way, no, it looks better this way". I could eventually be heard saying, "Come on, it's heavy, my arm is itchy, it looks good just like it is." All the while Dad was lying on the floor under the tree ready to tighten the screws whenever he heard the official proclamation that it was "perfect". Then we’d all stand back and look at it and decide that it was leaning too far one direction and the whole process would start again!

Then the lights. I hated the lights. They were tangled - no matter how much time we spent the year before placing them back in their boxes with each light attached to it’s little cradle, they were still tangled. And then there was always a red one that was too close to another red one, or a blue one too far away from the other blue ones. The same with the ornaments. That round one with the red stipes is too close to the round one that’s solid red. Invariably, sometime during the day (and it was a day-long process), Mom would state that we should just take the boxes back to the attic and forget the whole thing. We accused her of being a scrooge until she would suddenly be all interested in decorating when it was time to adorn the tree with tinsel. You know the kind...the foil (probably made of lead) kind. It was draped over our hands and strung over a branch –one or two strands at a time. NEVER, EVER, EVER throw the tinsel at the tree!!! What were we thinking?! And I shared my Mom’s perfectionism. In fact, after I went away to college and missed the annual family tree-trimmings, Dad commented that it didn’t matter how they decorated the tree because I was just going to come home and rearrange everything. And I did.

I have since learned to “let it go” when it comes to lights or decorations or ‘themes’ or tinsel. This year, we tried buying a pre-lit tree from StuffMart, hoping to avoid the whole light issue. After fifteen minutes of trying to make that ugly tree look like anything close to a Christmas tree, it went right back in the box and back to StuffMart and we headed to the next town to Kraynak’s, home of Santa’s Christmasland - a winding trail of animated Christmas displays which Olivia has dubbed “the moving guys...I call them the moving guys because they move.”

In addition to the moving guys, Kraynak’s has a huge and I mean HUGE selection of everything Christmas. From trees to ornaments to toys to candy to lights to...EVERYTHING Christmas. We searched the aisles and aisles of everything Christmas until we chose a small, live tree. A Douglas Fir. Small because we want to plant it after Christmas and because had it been large it would’ve been way too heavy for Brillo Man and I to maneuver from the van to the living room. Besides, we drove the van, not the truck. Vans don’t hold large trees - at least not inside!

Last night, Brillo Man stacked some galvanized tubs, lined one with a garbage bag (just in case the tub leaks) and placed the tree. Then we added the lights and the star. Beautiful. Too late to decorate....must wait until today.

This afternoon, I calmly sent Olivia to her room for a nap since she had been up way too late the night before and gotten up way too early this morning for church. Little sleep + 6-year old = cranky, cranky, whiny and cranky. Whiny, cranky 6 year olds make for whiny, cranky Moms and I was determined that we were going to have a good day. I told her she had to take a nap - or no tree decorating. She complied - I think. I’m still not completely convinced that she slept, but she did at least rest and she and I had a pleasant time together decorating the tree.

I let her choose everything –from the star tree topper she picked out at StuffMart all the way down to the strung popcorn garland. I strung - she ate. And while it may not have been all the ornaments that I would have chosen - she did a pretty good job on our little tree. And the best thing about it...there were no scrooges in site!



There was one ornament which I chose --Brillo Man's favorite - The Armadillo. If you don't know the armadillo story....you haven't been reading my blog long enough!




And the LORD God made all kinds of trees grow out of the ground
—trees that were pleasing to the eye...
-Genesis 2:9a

Friday, December 12, 2008

The Best Kind of Gift

In response to Sara's post:


Deep down inside we know
that the best gifts
don't come from catalogs
or shopping malls
They don't come in brightly-colored packages
or fancy envelopes
and they're not sitting under a tree somewhere...
The best gifts come from the heart.
They come when we look at each other
REALLY look at each other
and say 'You mean a lot to me'
or 'I'm so glad you're a part of my life'
A gift like that
will never go out of style
or be forgotten
or be returned for a different size.
A gift like that can change the world.

-Ron Atchison


And if that doesn't work,
Give them cash.




Then the servant brought out gold and silver jewelry and articles of clothing and gave them to Rebekah;
he also gave costly gifts to her brother and to her mother.
-Genesis 24:53

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Deliverance


....no, not of the banjo kind...

....but of the spiritual bondage kind...


Sunday in church, we declared it Healing Sunday. I wish I had a nickel for everyone who told me that I needed to be sure to be in the prayer line to be prayed for regarding the MS that keeps attacking my body. Not so. I needed to be there for another reason altogether.

For months now, whether it be the start of menopause, the stress of my job, symptoms of MS, the addition and subtraction of different medications and their side effects or just the change in the weather, I have been a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. Big time. In fact, I'm convinced that it was none of the above which caused me to go off in a rant every other day (or every other minute on some days!), but I do believe that the enemy had oppressed me with a spirit of anger.

I was lashing out at Brillo Man or Olivia for no reason other than stupid things like "I can't find my layway slip!!!" The enemy was winning. I was losing.

So, on Sunday morning, I decided that I had had enough. I don't know if any of you know that the original root for 'healing' in the Bible encompasses not only a physical healing, but salvation and deliverance as well. Bingo. Deliverance. I wanted it - and I wanted it now.

I stood in line --for a very long time --in physical pain from my knees and MS junk --many times wanting to sit down -- but knowing that this was God's appointed time for me...so I pressed on.

When it was my turn, Pastor Kent and the prayer team annointed me with oil and began to pray. Honestly, I have no idea what they prayed because I was transformed in my mind to another place --being blessed beyond belief --praying in my heavenly language --expecting a miracle!

...After church, it is customary for the people greeting at the door to offer a sweet treat. There is always someone standing with a huge basket of dum-dum lollipops and it is Olivia's chance to pick through until she finds the coveted grape one.

Lollipop in hand, it's time to don the winter gear and head out into the cold...."Olivia, please be responsible for your lollipop. Put in in the bag so that you don't drop it in the snow when we go outside." "Okay, Mom."

Upon entering the van, Olivia suddenly cries out, "Mom! My lollipop! I dropped my lollipop!" I calmly replied, "Why were you carrying your lollipop when I asked you to put it in the bag?" At which point, my sweet, cherub daughter transformed into this raging child..."I NEED TO GO BACK INSIDE AND GET ANOTHER LOLLIPOP! YOU NEED TO GO WITH ME TO GET ANOTHER LOLLIPOP!" ...still remaining calm, "Olivia, we're not going back to get another lollipop, I have to get home to get some sleep." (...as I had worked the night before and needed to return to work that night and hadn't yet slept and it was already 2 pm as church had gone way over time.) By now, Olivia is not just screaming but had gotten out of the van and was kicking and punching my door, screaming that she hates me at the top of her lungs and pretty much causing the disturbance of a lifetime. Olivia? no. ...the enemy using her to push my buttons. yes. But guess what? I had just been prayed for to be delivered from a spirit of anger.

Ha! Satan - you're defeated! I very calmly got out of the van, walked over to Olivia, took her by the hand and led her to the van door where I asked her, ever so nicely to please get in. Normally, I'd be screaming at her and stating that there would soon be consequences for her actions if she didn't shape up. Especially since I was exhausted after having been awake all night. My fits of rage were always worse when I was tired. But this time, not a word from my mouth. She got in the van and continued to scream as we drove away --all eyes of all the folks in the parking lot on us. I turned on the radio and began to quietly sing along to a Christmas carol. Olivia screamed some more. Louder. (Which I didn't think was possible since I was sure she had achieved the maximum decibel level possible for a six year old!)

I continued to sing. And then I looked at her in the rear view mirror and smiled and said, "Olivia, you better be careful, with all that crying and carrying on you're doing, your face is going to crack." Then - a smile. And soon a giggle. And what a pleasant ride we had the remainder of the way home.

Today - a trip to StuffMart --where again, I was tempted to lose control as Olivia started behaving in ways that were completely not becoming a happy six-year old. Again - I remained calm.

Coincidence? Nope. Miracle? Yes.
With God, I am victorious. The enemy will just have to stuff it and go bug somebody else. I feel a change coming...and it ain't menopause!


Her she is - the cherub -
before church and the dreaded "lollipop incident"
looking all cute in the new dress that Grandma bought her!



But as soon as they were at rest,
they again did what was evil in your sight.
Then you abandoned them to the hand of their enemies
so that they ruled over them.
And when they cried out to you again,
you heard from heaven,
and in your compassion
you delivered them time after time.
-Nehemiah 9:28

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Painting Pictures....


not of art...but of Egypt.

Are you all familiar with that song by Sara Groves?

Lately, in all the hectic moments of my life, I have found myself longing for moments in the past. There have been moments recently when I find myself out-of-control with frustration. I know that the person I become in those moments is not really the person I am. I long for the days when life seemed less demanding. When I thought I had my head on straight....when obviously, if you know me and have been following my blog and you've read my testimony about my past...you'll know that I was FAR from having my head on straight (no pun intended.)

Last night, in the midst of the chaos, I was able to share Jesus with a woman in the Coronary Care Unit who believes she is dying.

And tonight, while screaming at my daughter because she's misplaced her shoes - AGAIN and is going to be late for Brownies - AGAIN... there was an instant when I wondered why I chose this life over my past.

How ridiculous is that?!

God forgive me for painting pictures of Egypt. I for sure, do not want to go back.

Several years ago, when I dusted off my Bible, took it down from the shelf and opened it to this verse from Jeremiah 31:3...
"...Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee."...and I realized that the Lord had not given up on me. That He would never give up on me...that His love for me was everlasting...that no matter how much I tried to avoid Him or run away from Him because I knew that I couldn't possibly live my life of rebellion and still be in His presence...He was wooing me all the while. When I finally listened and repented and started the long journey back to Him, He has blessed me beyond belief by giving me a husband who loves me whom I love in return. He's given us a beautiful daughter - when one time in my life I thought I would never have the opportunity to be a Mom. He's blessed us with a beautiful home in our (as Pat would say) "State Park." And so many other things both tangible and intangible too numerous to list.

So yes...Lord please forgive me when in the midst of the storm, I'm painting pictures of Egypt. Instead, may I be reminded of your many blessings. Remind me that I'm still engraved in the palm of Your hand. Remind me that your love for me is everlasting. Remind me that Your strength is made perfect in my weakness.

And help me to be a better Mom and a better wife...for without You, I can do nothing.


The LORD gives strength to his people;
the LORD blesses his people with peace.
-Psalm 29:11

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Some of us...

Here are some of us girls at my sister's for our annual holiday celebration. We were missing my Mom, my nephew's fiance, Nicole, my niece, Ashley and my sister-in-law, Berta. Those four would have completed "the girls" photo --but it was not to be this year....maybe next year.

There's no denying that my sister is my sister! In fact, she walked by and out of the corner of my eye I did a double take and tried to figure out how I was walking by... ...doesn't take much to confuse me these days! You can click the photo to enlarge it.



Left to right:
Olivia -age 6
Myself
Aunt Carolyn (my Mom's sister and Pam's Mother)
Maggie -age 2(Pam's daughter)
Pam (my cousin)
Makayla -age 5(Pam's daughter)
Julia -age 9(Lori's daughter)
Rachel -age 13 (Lori's daughter)
Lori (my sister)

Spread on the table are the Suubi beads that I heard about via Margie's daughter, Phyllis. I submitted an inquiry and the next thing I knew, I received a box of them to sell! okay...now what? I have to come up with a creative way to move the merchandise so that the African women who made them will earn some money to care for their families. It's a blessing to know that I'm helping a village in Africa - even in such a small way as selling their jewelry!

Since all were not able to attend the annual gathering this year, we're hoping to get together around Easter time. I think that Nicole and Michael's second child will have arrived by then --perhaps another girl to add to our family group!


Each year you and your family
are to eat...in the presence of the LORD your God
at the place he will choose.
-Deuteronomy 15:20 (omission mine)