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28 Jul

PopPop and I…this past Christmas

his mansion is almost ready.

He’s been sick for so long, and yet he never complains.

From heart problems resulting in a bypass and pacemaker to cancer and then dementia, he has faced each trial with patience and grace.

A man of few words, but clearly a man of strong faith.

She’s stood by his side for fifty eight years, caring for him like no one else. Even though his memory has faded, he still knows her, his bride.

Please pray that the Lord would ease his pain and make his final days peaceful. Pray that He would comfort my grandmother, my Mama and her siblings as they prepare to say goodbye to their husband and father as only He can.

The passing of a loved one is never fun for those left to mourn, but praise God for the Christian death is not final!

Heaven is waiting for the saved because of the Hope found in Jesus.

Pop Pop only gets to go a little earlier than the rest of us. We’ll join him before too long, and spend eternity together!

“We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.”

2 Corinthians 5:8

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The hospice nurse says that based on the signs he’s showing he will probably go within the week. We will head to Maryland tomorrow after church. Thank you for your prayers!

Carpooling for Christ

14 Mar

He would drive from Maryland to Delaware each day.

Wilmington was nearly an hour away from his small town, but the drive was worth the money. Money that was much-needed to put food on the table for his ten children and the wife who so efficiently kept the place they called home.

But working at General Motors was much more than just a job to him, it was his mission field.

Many other men in the community found work there as well, and it only made sense that they carpool to make the cost of commuting easier on all of them.

But again carpooling was not about the money for him, but rather about Christ.

Christ, the One who had changed his life not too many years ago. The One he longed to see change the lives of the men who made the sixty minute journey with him each day.

Once a drunk but now a disciple, he knew the Lord could do the same for the men he prayed for so fervently and picked up with the rising of the sun each morning.

Though resistant to the Gospel, once they hopped into his car, there was no way out. They had to listen.

And listen they did as the tanned muscular man wept. Listened as he shared Jesus with them. He told them of what he once was and of the difference salvation made in his life and in his family.

This became a regular occurrence and as a result many of those passengers met the Jesus he shared so passionately.

Today some of these men, their wives, children, and grandchildren love Jesus and are active in His service because of one man who carpooled for Christ.

It’s been four years since this great soul winner, my grandfather and hero of the faith, went Home to be with the Lord he lived for. Today he would have been eighty-five.

Though my heart aches and I miss him terribly, I believe his Savior welcomed him with these precious words,

“Well done, thou good and faithful servant.”

and I pray that one day, I will hear them, too.

“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature:

old things are passed away;

behold, all things are become new.”

2 Corinthians 5:17

Psalm 127:3

6 Feb

Sarah laughed. She thought for sure she was too old.

Hannah prayed. She was so thankful for the gift she had been given. 

Elisabeth waited. She knew God would give her the desire of her heart.

Mary rejoiced. She was thrilled even though it didn’t make sense.

I think I’ve reacted in all of these ways over the last few days. 

Laughter, not because I’m too old, but because we’ve only been married for a month and a half.

Prayer, because I already love this little one growing inside of me and long for growth and health.

Waiting, because family is three hours away and we wanted to share our news in person.

Rejoicing, because God is good and He has blessed me with the precious privilege of carrying life within.

Yes, sweet friends, our house is expanding by two very tiny feet!

Daniel and I are so thrilled to have been entrusted with this responsibility and it has been such a joy to see the reactions on the faces of our family and friends. Our little one is already loved like crazy! 

The Lord knew the desire of my heart and is preparing a very special 25th birthday present for me as our baby will arrive in early October! 

Please pray that baby will grow,grow, grow, and that Mama will navigate this first pregnancy with joy and good health! (Daddy could use your prayers, too! 🙂 )

“Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord and the fruit of the womb is his reward.”

Psalm 127:3

Is it Sunday?

25 Jul

Her blond curls were frizzy from a night of restful sleep, but she looked cuter than ever in her pajamas.

Yawning sleepily, she curled up on the couch and posed a question,

“Is it Sunday?” the almost five year old asked in anticipation.

“No, baby girl, it’s Monday,” we answered.

“When will it be Sunday? How many more days?” she continued her inquiry.

“In six days, sweetheart,” we assured her that Sunday would come soon.

She woke up this morning with Sunday on her mind because she spent her day in church yesterday and wanted so badly go back today. Her heart was still excited about the Truth she learned and she was so anxious to return.

A little later, she gathered her papers from Sunday School and wanted me to read them to her again.

With great joy, she showed me how she had colored the pictures and placed stickers on the lesson page.

I wondered how often my heart is that excited about a day spent in His house, about the Truth learned there.

And I’ve pondered those thoughts all day today.

Her tenderness toward the things of the Lord is humbling, convicting and thrilling.

It thrills my heart that she loves the things of God at an early age yet it challenges me to love them in a greater way.

I pray that He would ever keep my heart soft like hers and that I would ever “be glad when they (say) unto me let us go into the house of the Lord.” (Psalm 122:1)

And I pray that she will keep her sensitive spirit and soon accept the Savior she loves to learn about in Sunday School.

“But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.”

Luke 18:16

It seems like yesterday…

26 May

that we were curled up under her “big cover” on the living room floor watching Full House.

that we were picking houses and cars on our way to church on Sunday mornings.

that we were singing our self-written Club Song to the tune of an old hymn in our sandbox turned clubhouse.

that we were wearing matching Easter dresses.

that we were playing Barbies and she always got to use the pink couch that I really wanted.

that we were making a “List of Stuff” because we were bored.

that we were sitting in the kitchen, black markers in hand, crossing out all of the non-Chevy vehicles in The Bargaineer.

that we were playing “Poor People” under our make-shift tent in her bedroom.

that we were fighting over who got to sit in the front.

that we were spending summers in our backyard swimming pool diving for diving sticks and playing Marco Polo.

that we were riding our bikes to Deer Trail.

that we were kneeling side by side asking Jesus to save us on that Sunday night in April.

that we were eating freeze pops and playing basketball in the driveway.

that we were singing Christmas carols together in front of tree.

that we were cooking with her Easy-Bake Oven.

that we were playing with Kelly and Ryan or over next door bothering Becki.

that we were switching rooms because her room was smaller and easier to clean.

that we were brushing our teeth and getting ready for our 9:30 bedtime asking if we could stay up just a little bit longer.

that she was the little girl with curly hair and chubby cheeks who copied everything I did and drove me crazy doing it.

What I wouldn’t give for some of those yesterdays back.

I love you, Sissy, and can’t believe you’ll be walking down the aisle in just a few short hours! I am so glad that we got to spend our yesterdays together! God gave me such a precious gift when He gave me my baby sister almost twenty-one years ago! Johnny is so blessed to have the privilege of spending forever with you! 

“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven!”

                                     Ecclesiastes 3:1 

Proverbs Thirty-One. A Reality.

25 Nov

They are 44, 74, 84, and 90.

They have taught me so much.

They are my momma, my maternal grandmother, my paternal grandmother, and my maternal great-grandmother.

They have spent between 27 and 72 years loving and serving their husbands.

They’ve raised 19 children between the four of them.

Their hands have prepared thousands of meals.

And washed even more dishes without the aid of a dishwasher and with a smile on their faces.

They have vacuumed floors, ironed clothes, scrubbed bathtubs and shopped for groceries.

They have helped with school projects, packed lunches, and wiped tears.

They have bandaged scraped knees, baked birthday cakes, and cradled crying babies in the darkness.

They raised their children without the distractions of Facebook, Wi-Fi, texting and cell phones.

They live and breathe their roles as Christian, wife, mother and grandmother.

They are four women who bring Proverbs 31:10-31 to life for me.

Their examples are worth “far above rubies”!

As I watched each of them serve so unselfishly today, the Lord was painting a picture of what He desires for me some day soon.

 “Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.

The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.

 She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.

A godly woman will love her husband. She will seek his highest good at all times. She will respond to his leadership without complaint. She will put his needs before her own. She will do what she promised to do at the altar.

 She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.

 She is like the merchants’ ships; she bringeth her food from afar.  

She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.

A godly woman is not lazy! She “worketh willingly” preparing meals, taking care of children, being the helpmeet her husband needs.

She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard. 

A godly woman is a woman of wisdom and discernment. She “considers” the outcome before she makes the choice.

She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.

 She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night. 

A godly woman knows she’ll need strength to be all she desires to be and she knows where to find it. She’ll be in her Bible so she can shine His light brightly before her family and before the world.

 She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.

A godly woman has busy hands. She uses the time she’s been given wisely. With a family to tend to and much to accomplish she knows how to “redeem the time.”

She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy. 

A godly woman doesn’t reserve her compassion and care for just her own family. Her heart is open and hospitable which means her home will be open as well. She’s quick to supply a meal to the hungry, to minister to the hurting with a card or a plate of cookies.

She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet. 

She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.

A godly woman puts her family first, but she knows she must take care of herself physically and spiritually in order to serve them to the best of her ability.

Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.

 She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.

A godly woman is concerned with family finances. Not in a worrisome way, but in a way that is frugal. She appreciates her husband and how hard he works to provide. She shops the sale rack and makes only needful purchases. She does the best she can to stay within the budget!

Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.

She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.

A godly woman has godly speech. She thinks before she speaks and blesses those who are on the recieving end of her words.

She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.

Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.”  (v.10-28)

A godly woman is loved and treasured by those she serves day in and day out.

How I long to be a godly woman who loves her Lord and her family as she should!

I am praising the Lord for the godly women who make this passage a reality in my life and praying that He’ll prepare me to be just that for my family in the (near!) future! 🙂

Take the time to thank the godly women in your life on this Thanksgiving evening!