Wednesday, February 26, 2014

She's Beautiful..and she's on the cover of a magazine.

My son brought home an angel one day.
I'll never forget that day because it was the 4th of July, we were preparing to head to a celebration picnic, and he brought her home while I still had my hair in curlers.
I knew the moment I saw her that two things were happening.
First of all, the torch was being passed to the newer and younger generation who had naturally wavy hair and no need for hot rollers. I was suddenly no longer as young as I liked to imagine myself.
And secondly, I knew she was ours.
I knew it after the first few moments of meeting her.
All it took was seeing the way they looked at each other, the eyes through which she saw my boy, and the way he saw her....
I t was obvious.
His life had been forever changed.
And so had ours.

To know her is to love her.

Our Maggie.

Her story is highlighted in this issue of Beautifully You and is well worth the read.
Written by Maggie, herself, and touching to the end.
God is good.
And we are ever so thankful for His gift of Maggie in our lives.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

It's worth mentioning twice, so I'm re-posting "On Depression"...

If it isn't guilt, it's fear.
And when it isn't fear, it's worry.
And when guilt, fear, and worry have each had an angry turn, depression goes in for the knockout round.
And by the time they are done, I'm pretty much whipped.
Whimpering in the corner, fetal position assumed, flying the white flag of despair.
I know. What a way to say hello, and how was your Tuesday.
You're welcome.

If you know me very well at all, you aren't surprised by the above.
If you have just met me, or been blessed to be excluded from this part of my life, you are very likely surprised.
Perhaps shocked.
Because let's face it, coming from someone that looks like this most of the time, all of the above is not expected.
So before I give you the wrong impression and lead you to believe that I'm Jekyl and Hyde, allow me to explain.

God has seen fit to bless me with a personable personality. I love people, crowds, fellowship, friends, relationships, etc.
One of my favorite things to do is to find someone's need and meet it if at all possible.
I honestly get a weird, non-creepy rush out of seeing people enjoy life.

So the yucky stuff I mentioned before sort of catches me off guard. It overwhelms me at times, and threatens to undo me.
Why, God?
It doesn't fit.
It makes no sense.
It's growing old.

The answer?
I don't know.
Other than the fact that God would never do this to me.
I am His child and He wouldn't hurt me any more than I would hurt one of my children.
So the only thing I can think of is that I live in a fallen world, and I'm not the only one the enemy would love to see incapacitated.
Name your gifting and he will try to break it down.
Perhaps for you it is singing, writing, or leading others.
For me it is loving on people.
That may seem small compared to singing, writing, and leading, but I'm pretty sure it's big to the person who needs a hug, a meal, an encouraging text, or someone to pray with them.

However, when I am afraid or depressed, all of the loving and encouraging is extremely difficult.  I find it almost impossible to focus on my depression  and the needs of others at the same time.

So what to do?
"But God." (and that is in a ton of places in the Bible, kids.)
It is pretty much my favorite phrase in His whole entire written Word.
"But God..."
In other words, freakin
He can handle it.

Got depression?
Got fear?
How about anger?
He specializes in redeeming any and all.

And I can only say this because I know firsthand.
I know firsthand that the more time I spend with Him,
the more often that I am in prayer, and the more of His word I read...
the less I deal with all the crap that tries to keep me from being the person He created.
So, in closing...
living the dream?  How about wishing you were?
Well, it is directly connected to plugging into Him.
Because with Him all things are possible and life is worth living.

Happy Wednesday, loves!

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Someone's Gossiping

I have decided to give up gossiping.  
Some may be surprised because you have never heard me gossip, or you can't even picture me gossiping.
Awww.  That is so sweet. Thank you.

Others are wondering why I've waited this long, and are probably curious as to whether or not we will have anything to discuss the next time we meet.
I'm not really that bad.
To be honest, I'm probably somewhere in the middle of really good and really bad.  It seems that in certain situations I am more prone to let my tongue wag, while in other environments, I can be as quiet as a church mouse.  And just as well behaved.
However, it is all neither here nor there.
Gossip is destructive.  It causes pain.  Bears no good fruit.  And, in my opinion, a sign of insecurity in the one doing the gossiping.

So, why do it?

If I were to be completely honest, and I am trying very hard to be completely honest...I would have to say that much of the time, I have gossiped out of a place of insecurity.  
If I look back over the times and places I have gossiped, I feel that they were times and places where I didn't feel confident in who I am.  By bringing someone else's flaws to the table, I offer up a sacrifice other than myself.  When others are focusing on the flaws of another, they are less likely to notice that I put on a few pounds, have failed at yet another business venture, forgot to iron my shirt...etc, etc.
In other words, if I don't want you to see me, I will hide behind another.
Courageous, aren't I?

Other times I believe I have gossiped out of boredom and because everyone else is doing it.
Or maybe because I am too shy to do the right thing in fear that others will realize they are doing the wrong thing; and will in turn blame me for pointing it out with my own lack of participation.
Or perhaps I have gossiped for the same reason I slow down at a wreck, watch the scary movie through squinted eyes, or ask someone to taste the really awful thing I just tasted.  "Oh my gosh, this is awful! You have to try it!" 
In other words, human beings seem to be drawn to the pain and suffering of others.  We slow down to catch the bad news out of the corner of our ear; and then trot off to share it with others, complete with a drawn face, request for prayer, and a shake of the head.

Or perhaps you feel that I am incorrect in all of my aforementioned assumptions.
I am unlikely to change my mind, as I am committed to no longer be a "weapon that is formed against" someone, as that weapon never prospers (Isaiah 54:17, KJV).
However, I am interested in your thoughts.  I welcome them and promise to respect your opinion. 
Feel free to share in comments or email.

Until tomorrow....

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

In Pictures...

Instead of chatting your ear off today, I thought I would just share a few photos of my life as of late.
Because that's what really makes your Wednesday, now isn't it?
Been wondering what I've been up to??
Wonder no more.

The Cajun Chicken Pasta with White Wine Sauce that I made for the lovely daughter-in-law's birthday.

The teenagers that are a big part of my life. Some that are mine. Some that are not-so-mine. Although I would claim them in a heartbeat.

The latest hobby that is taking over my life and way too much of my spare time. Happiness = pattern tracing in my book. 

Happiness is also a candle that smells like lemons. And a cup of warm soup in a Minnie Mouse mug.

However, happiness can be a lot of things.
Like hanging out with this beautiful person. Who is way cooler than I am, even when she's sporting these interesting shades.

And who can forget the time we introduced the puppy to the kitty?  Begging and pleading for friendship ensued immediately on the puppy's part.  While the kitty remained calm, cool, and collected in the middle of our King Sized Bed.

Last but not least is this fuzzy picture of me and the girl.  No one has told her that I'm not cool, and I'd like to keep that secret for as long as possible. 
Because she is my delight, and these moments are my life.

And there you have it.
My life over the last few weeks.

In other are you doing?