Saturday, April 05, 2014


Thirty-three years ago, I became a mom to this sweet, baby girl.
Happy Birthday Christina!  

This was taken on the day you were baptized. Tomorrow you will dedicate your second son to the Lord.
I couldn't be more proud of the daughter you are, 

 a sweet older sister to your brother and sisters,
 a fisherman,

a loving mother, 

and a dedicated wife.

 You earned your degree,
and furthered your career opportunities by graduating as a R.N.
I remember when I turned 33.  All I could think about is Jesus ended his earthly life when he was 33 years old.  I felt I hadn't accomplished much by that age. But you sure have! I am so very proud of you, Christina.  Happy 33rd birthday!

Friday, April 04, 2014


I received the best gift ever.  I've mentioned before that I journal. This is what I received in the mail today:

How awesome is this?  A journal with custom, hand drawn artwork, created by my very own mom.

Here are a few of the pages:

A blessing and a reminder of how very much I am loved, each and every, single day.

What a beautiful gift!

I have the best mom ever!


" 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)

Monday, March 31, 2014

A Merry Heart

Laughter doeth good like medicine...unless you have a broken rib.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Looking Back

Six years ago, this weekend, something happened. My son, Christopher, flew home for the weekend. He had graduated from college 3 months prior, and was a working man. His visit wasn't because he was homesick, and it wasn't just his family he came to see.
Christopher's goal was to meet with Lauren's parents and ask for their daughter's hand in marriage. We couldn't have been happier or more excited for him.
(This guy was happy to see his uncle.)

A week after his trip, Christopher proposed.  Lauren said yes.

Feeling very thankful for the blessings that emerged from that weekend, six years ago,
Not only do we have a beautiful daughter-in-law, but they have a daughter of their own. Our sweet granddaughter, Ivydee.

"Your wife shall be like a fruitful vine
In the very heart of your house,
Your children like olive plants
All around your table." (Ps. 128:3)

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Out Of The Mouths of Babes

Before Josiah was born, every other Wednesday, I picked Ethan up from school and took him to music therapy.
Each and every time, he would ask if he could go to Grandpa's house. I reassured him, "when the baby is born Ethan, you can come and stay at Grandpa's." (I'm not sure why our house is "Grandpa's." Either it is an easier word for him to say or else Grandpa is his favorite.)

The day Josiah arrived, we drove down to see him. Ethan enjoyed meeting Josiah,
but was ready to go to Grandpa's. I ended up staying the entire day at the hospital with the new family, so Hilary, Elisabeth, and Grandpa went back to the house to pack a bag for Ethan to spend the night.

At home, Ethan grabbed two huge trash bags.  He emptied his clothes into one, and his toys in the other. He packed up his suitcase and all of his pull-ups.  He was taking all of his belongings and moving into Grandpa's house. He even had his bedroom picked out. Ethan believed me when I said that when the baby was born, he could come to stay at Grandpa's. I don't recall saying permanently or indefinitely, but I must not have said a couple of days either.

I guess I need to be more specific when making a promise to Ethan. He'll hold me to it.


"When I was my father’s son,
Tender and the only one in the sight of my mother,

He also taught me, and said to me: 
Let your heart retain my words;
Keep my commands, and live. 

 Get wisdom! Get understanding!" (Proverbs :3-5)

Wednesday, March 26, 2014


It was a lovely, warm day.  I sat on the porch soaking up the warmth.  My next door neighbor came out.  I waved hello.  She was walking to her mailbox, but began walking to my house. I told her I was sick, but she continued walking.  In spite of not feeling well I got up to meet her. She told me "don't get up," but I told her I needed to give her a hug. We met in the middle of the yard. 

As we embraced, she broke out in huge sobs. She whispered to me that her only son had been taken to jail that morning...for at least a year. I began sobbing with her...uncontrollably.  She told me not to cry as I would start coughing. I told her I needed to cry because I love her son as my own, and was heart broken for them both.

 "Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep." (Romans 12:15)

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

What's Up

I began feeling ill the day before my birthday, but made the most of it.  Michael had made special plans for Saturday to celebrate: dinner and a concert with two of my favorite people, Rick and Dee (my son's inlaws.) I took lots of medicine and made it through.  By Sunday, I was feeling much worse. The fifth day, Monday, I went to the Dr.

My doctor and the pharmacist warned me that some of the medication could cause me to become aggressive, angry, and agitated, so I should warn those closest to me.

Funny, I think I was too sick.  I had no energy for anger, agitation, or aggression. That was 8 days ago.

I went to the doctor again yesterday.  I was told I am not well yet and should spend another week resting and continue taking the meds. I have a bit more energy now and lots of free time.

I probably shouldn't be posting, but what's a mother to do? When someone says unkind things about one of her children, the Mama Bear comes out-and this one is on steroids. ROAR!


 "So I remained utterly silent,
    not even saying anything good.
But my anguish increased; 

     my heart grew hot within me.
While I meditated, the fire burned;
    then I spoke with my tongue: 
 “Show me, Lord, my life’s end
    and the number of my days;
    let me know how fleeting my life is." (Ps. 39:2-4)