My six

My six

"As for me and my house we will serve the Lord." Joshua 24:15

Tuesday, September 19, 2017


I could not think of another title for my post today other than BLESSED. 

Here is the definition, I have highlighted what is relevant for me today:

Definition of blessed (from Merriam-Webster)                                                    

1 religion

a :held in reverence :venerated   the blessed saints

b :honored in worship :hallowed  the blessed Trinity
c :beatific  a blessed visitation

2 :of or enjoying happiness; specificallyChristianity :enjoying the bliss of heaven used as a title for a beatified person  the blessed Virgin Mary


3 :bringing pleasure, contentment, or good fortune  a blessed event

I am sharing this because I am completely overwhelmed of how the Lord has blessed me. 

Today Michael and I celebrate our 25th anniversary. A quarter of a century and over half of my life with him. This journey has been far from easy. Today I testify of my Lord. Not to sound cliche', but HE is the only reason we have made it this far.

Twenty years ago we barely celebrated our 5th anniversary. I am serious when I tell you that a Category 5 storm came through and demolished everything in our marriage. I am not trying to be insensitive to those who have physically experienced this last week. I am talking about  spiritual and emotional devastation. Which is real, and I believe Satan enjoys this type of turmoil the most. I allowed us to stay in a place where we would be a target. Literally every wall of our marriage fell down. We had to dig through the rubble to find what mattered most. One of the hardest times of my life. It was there that I met Jesus. It was in this brokenness I surrendered. We allowed Him to heal and rebuild us. We believed his promises. I am serious when I say this. Jesus built my marriage to what it is today. It was during this time that Michael and I allowed Him to lay the foundation, and slowly rebuild the walls to something stronger. It doesn't mean we don't face hard times, but we have a solid foundation to stand on when they do come.

Luke 1:45 "You are blessed because you have believed the Lord would do what He said."

I believed and I am blessed. I know this is true for all of us who believe his promises. We surrendered, and He has been faithful.

More of our story is here:

Happy 25th to the love of my life,  I pray he blesses us with many more.

I am enjoying the bliss of heaven,


Thursday, June 25, 2015

Out of Focus

I sat in the Women’s Center lobby patiently waiting to get called back by the technician for test results. The past two weeks had been very stressful. I had just turned 40 the week before. Earlier this week I had to see my doctor for a yearly visit which resulted in my first routine mammogram. The results were back within 24 hours. He called me himself to let me know I needed further testing as soon as possible.
This was not what I wanted to hear. It was bad enough that I had just turned 40, a life event which I had fought for the past year. I held onto my 30’s with white knuckled fist. I was just not ready to grow old. Forty means so many changes, children growing up and moving on, our parents growing older, things that I am just not ready for. Now my health was in question.
The two days that followed my doctor’s phone call I spent in prayer. I would have my quiet time, but I was in a constant awareness of my mortality. I tried to be brave, I was scared. I was not prepared for a battle. This was not one I wanted to fight right now.
When you are faced with uncertainty you start reflecting. Turning 40 really makes you reflect. The Lord has brought me so far. I didn’t grow up in a Christian home. I was a rebellious teenager, a young wife and mother. I met Christ at the age of 22. He continued to reveal himself to me. Through challenges and blessings. Twenty three years of marriage and six children later, I can still see His hand in my life. We are just here on this earth for a short time, but spend eternity with him. When you put that into perspective it is easier to face storms. He has brought me through so much; he was going to bring me through this.
He led me to this scripture:

   Listen to Me, O house of Jacob, And all the remnant of the house of Israel,                       
   Who have been upheld by Me from birth,
  Who have been carried from the womb                           
  Even to your old age, I am He,
  And even to gray hairs I will carry you!    
 I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you. (Isaiah 46:3-4 NKJV)

His word gives us peace and calms our anxious hearts. This scripture was just what I needed. Reminding me that He is my creator, he has been with me since birth and will be with me as I am growing older. He was carrying me now in this dark time, and I will be delivered, no matter the outcome. I can fully rest in Him.
I was finally called back by the tech. After a diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound, it was determined I had benign fluid cyst. Just something to keep an eye on. All praise to the Father. While I am sure many women experience the same diagnosis, this was new to me. Jesus wants us to come with Him with everything.
Sometimes we get out of focus in life and circumstances happen to make us turn back to what should be our focal point. We let daily routines and challenges take our eyes off of the one who cares about the smallest details of our lives. When we lose focus, it allows fear, doubt, and insecurity. It doesn’t mean we will not have trials. They are just so much easier to go through when we know that we are being carried by our Lord through them!

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Take a Deep Breath...

Just do it



How does that feel?  Now do it again. Inhale. Exhale.

Isn’t that amazing? 

The past couple of months I have been doing a lot of soul searching. Praying. Deepening my walk with my Savior. What I am learning is this life is anything but ordinary. We get caught up in the daily activities and we do not even realize what is right in front of us. We are meant for so much more than the rush we have in our lives. Our purpose in this life is to point toward the Father. We live in a crumbling world, but He has overcome the world. The more I study and pay attention, the more I see how BIG our God is. This scripture jumped off the page at me:

“the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of  life, and the man became a living being.” Genesis 2:7

It gives me chills. Imagine the God of the universe, the God that created all of nature, planets, the moon sun and the stars, spoke and everything came to be, but he took the time to form man and then breathed into him. He breathed into him so he came ALIVE!

 As I am writing this Amy Grant’s song “Breath of Heaven” is on. 

Your breath is from Heaven. Directly from God, himself.

Let that sink in.  Mind blowing, isn’t it?

Friday, September 26, 2014

The Change Up

This summer I devoted my mornings to Beth Moore’s “Children of the Day” in depth Bible Study. It was wonderful. The Lord has given her such a gift of delivering His message. I also asked Him to allow me to see others as He does. The souls that He loves. I found myself with an aching heart.

Life has been routine. Waking up, getting ready for work and the kids for school, coming home, rushing to get dinner done or kids to their sporting events, rushing home, showers, bedtime devotionals and prayers, and we dive into bed anticipating a good night’s rest only to start again in about 8 hours.

Here we are going about our routine, swinging away at life. We are not created for this. God wants so much more for us. Yet, things are very different than what they were a year ago.
We just passed the one year anniversary of Daulton’s wreck. I am still learning truths from the Lord. What friends, family and even myself did not realize, is that it had more of an impact on Daulton than we knew. Here we were getting back into routine, and I did not realize my son was slowly slipping away. He has had such a struggle this past year. Going away to school, dealing with some most terrible roommates anyone could ask for, surviving a terrible wreck and being without a vehicle for  five months (which when you live off campus is humbling). He worked hard, but mentally baseball was gone. His scholarship was not renewed and he moved back home. He did have his first year of school paid for and left with a 3.25 GPA, which has allowed him to get the HOPE scholarship this year.  He set out to be a walk on at Georgia Highlands this year, but three weeks ago informed his father and I that he was done. It was very bittersweet. The doors were not opening. He had someone tell him that he just wasn’t serious enough about it. Where that might be partly true, we have not walked in his shoes this past year. I see him struggling, trying to figure out his life. My heart aches. In my prayer time the Lord showed me this is what He feels like when He is “jealous” for us.
2 Corinthians 11:2. He wants so much for us. His heart aches when we go our own way and pay no attention to His instruction or warnings. I see my son headed down these dark paths and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it, but Pray. Parenting the older children has been so much harder than parenting the younger ones.. Hard, very hard. I am trying not to let my heart grow hard in the process. With my desperate pleas for my son to have an authentic relationship with the Savior, I also ask to keep my heart soft. This is Daulton’s journey and hopefully his testimony. This is where I have to hand it over to the Lord.

I can’t help but to feel like a complete failure, as a mother, a witness, and a disciple of Christ. I am sitting here on the edge of the desert and the valley. The mountain is in the distance. How I long to be back to at least the foot of the mountain. Reminds me of some lyrics from one of my favorite Christian artist that the Lord has used to minister to my soul. 

“This I Know” David Crowder Band

Up on the mountain
 Where Your love captured me
 Where finally I'm free
 This I know
 Up on the mountain
 Where You taught my soul to sing
 Amazing grace the sweetest thing
 This I know

And then the storm rushing in
 And here I am again
 This I know

Take me up to where I was
 When I never wanted more than You
 Lift me up to feel your touch
 It wouldn't be that much for You
 This I know

I also know that no matter what, I belong to Him. He sees the struggle and He knows how my heart hurts for those that I love.

“Now it is God who makes both us and you stand firm in Christ. He anointed us, set His seal of ownership on us, and put His spirit in our hearts as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.” 2 Corinthians 1:21-22

Friday, July 11, 2014

Needle and Thread

If anyone knows me well, they would know that I love quilts. I love the possibility of making something out of materials that I have chosen and seeing it come together. This love was instilled on me by both of my grandmothers. My Granny Cain hand pieced each of the quilts that she made. The tiny stitches and care into each masterpiece. My Granny Smith sewed clothes on her sewing machine. I use to sit and watch her sew as a child. I loved to watch her. I received my first sewing machine for Christmas as a child, it was a battery operated Singer made just for children. It was awesome. I would take it with me to my Granny's house, she taught me the basics of sewing. I can stay in a fabric store for hours. The thought of creating something that could possibly be cherished and the look on the recipient's face is priceless. I find joy in that.

Now that I am older and my children aren't so dependent on me, I am able to put a little more time into the craft. I usually make about three baby quilts a year, these are flannel rag quilts that do not take long to make at all, but it usually depends on the needs of my family. I can quilt more in the winter than the summer.Here recently, though, I have started working on larger quilts.

This one is embroidered bandannas.(Patriot Quilt) This one is now on my daughter and son in laws bed. It was his graduation present from Basic and AIT training.

Yesterday I finished this one! It is for my son's girlfriend, Alana, for her high school graduation.
 (Cherry Chevron)

This one was not as easy as the Patriot Quilt. Trying to match the points was aggravating, I used the seam ripper on several occasions. Turning the squares and matching them up was very challenging

While I was piecing this quilt together, sewing, ironing, ripping seams and sewing again, I realized how the Lord works with us. He carefully pieces us together, choosing the fabric in our lives. When the seams don't ad up he rips them out (what I mean by this is when we go our own way and we get in a mess, we face discipline and correction.) He does it with patience. Slowly stitching, piecing us together. Lovingly creating us into his masterpiece. If we would just let Him. We tend to get rebellious and want to go our own way. That is our free will. How our lives would be different if we just trust the Lord more and allow him to work in our lives. I dedicated this summer to allow the Lord to work. I have been rebellious for about 7 years now. Allowing obstacles in my way. I have been working on a new Beth Moore Bible study and the Lord has been revealing himself. It is time I let him take the seam ripper and the needle. I have been trying to be more aware of Christ in my life. If we were aware that Christ was in the same room with us, would it change the way we act? Would we say the things we say or do the things we do? In fact, he is in the same room we are, for the believer he is in us. When we accept Christ as our Savior, the Holy Spirit dwells in us, so we take Him everywhere we go and along for everything we do. Now let that sink in. My hope is that I continue to allow Him to keep working, and to not hinder Him. (Matthew 13:58)

The Master's Quilt

Please take my tattered rags, my Lord.
The torn scraps of me.
Use my broken threads and all,
because there is something else you see. 
Piece me together by your grace, 
with delicate stitches of love.
Patiently make and straighten seems, 
clipping the ravels and strings above. 
Rip the seams that are not even, 
add what you need for length.
Thread me with your spirit, Lord.
Please bind me with your strength.
I know it will take some time,
for all of the pieces to fall into place.
I will patiently wait while you are working
but anxious to see your face. 
When you have knotted every stitch
and all of your labor is done.
You will proudly say "It is finished"
and I will resemble your Son.

Will you give him your rags? He can make an heirloom, I promise.

"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." Psalm 139:14


Monday, March 31, 2014

Love in an Elevator

No, the title is not what you think. I know, Aerosmith is playing in your head right now, right? This is just a little story about the sweet innocence of a child. The Faith of a child. The belief of a child.

 I have had the privilege to work at the school that my little one attends. This is our last year together. It has been one of my joys! We come in together, I see her at lunch every day and sometimes we eat together. I get to go by her classroom for special events. We leave at the end of the day together. I will miss her so much when she moves to the intermediate school next year. At our little school we have two floors, which allows for a small elevator. Granted it only goes two floors, but Addison loves it. She loves taking the elevator everyday upstairs to leave. I on the other hand would rather walk the stairs, it just seems faster. When we ride it I pretend that I can do magic and make the door open and close, Addison hates it when I do this. I love to aggravate her. The other day, thou, she decided that we will never ride the elevator again! We got stuck.   This is another reason why I don't care for this particular elevator. I usually don't mind them, but this one does have a tendency to get stuck. Well at 4:30 in the afternoon  was one of those times. We get in, Addie presses the '2" button and it goes up, but I didn't feel it catch to stop. The arrow keeps blinking. I look at Addie and I wait. Patiently I press the "DOOR OPEN" button. Nothing. Calmly I press it again. Nothing. VERY Calmly I press it again. NOTHING. Addison looks at me and says "why isn't the door opening?" I am trying not to panic. After all it is after hours. No one is in the front office. ASP is open (I am the director and it was time for me to leave for the day) but my cellphone is out of range in the elevator. I said , "Well Addison, I believe we are stuck" She looked scared. "Mommy I am scared" I told her it was okay, but I am starting to get a Little ill. "Addison, this is why I don't like taking the elevator!" but I am really getting worried. I was already suppose to be at the high school to get Brady. Addie says " there is a phone right there" I press the help button and it alerts the elevator operator. But it takes two tries to do this. Finally someone answers and she tells me that someone will be there soon. Addison says' Mommy I am so scared!!" I tell her it is okay , it will be okay. She then looks at me and says "Can we pray?" Yes I tell her, pray, you go ahead a pray" She closes her eyes and out loud with out hesitation she starts "Dear Lord, please help us get out of this elevator, we are stuck, please be with us an help get us out of here very.... " as she is praying the door opens. Jesus came right on time. I knew it would be okay, but I was so thankful for this small little lesson with my Little one. Jesus does answer prayers. They might not always be how we want them, but he does answer. She just looked at me and smiled. What a life lesson. When in doubt, or times of fear, pray, Pray loud, without ceasing. Pray, no holds barred. He will answer. I let her know how proud I was of her faith. I also let her know that her prayers also will not always be answered that fast :)

 "Then some children were brought to Him so that He might lay His hands on them and pray; and the disciples rebuked them. But Jesus said, "Let the children alone, and do not hinder them from coming to Me; for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." After laying His hands on them, He departed from there. Matthew 19:13-15


Monday, February 17, 2014

Above the Clouds

This past week has been very emotional and challenging. I have had to rely on my Savior now more than ever. Since August I have had major changes in this house. It is all surreal. The Lord has been faithful.

As you all know by now, we moved Devyn out to Texas this past weekend so she could start her life with her new husband. I am so thrilled for her. She has a cute place that is really big for the two of them. They are starting to make memories and enjoying marriage as best friends. I pray for the Lord's blessings upon them. 

The Lord has been revealing himself to me in so many ways. I have known for a while that she would be gone by March. He had given me the peace of that a time ago. He allowed her and I to have the four months that Joel was a Basic to spend together. Then He sent a winter storm two days before she left so we could spend the final days together without the stress of school and work. The Lord has a way of using Winter Storms in our life to carry out His will. I was so thankful for that time. I was prepared to let her go. It was time.  Only the Lord can heal a mother's heart during this time. I had had my share of crying for the past couple of months, when no one knew but the Lord. It is different than when you send them off to college. It is almost final. The realization that their presence will no longer be in the home that you created around them. All the memories flood your heart and mind at once.You think, did I do enough? Give them enough? Love them enough?

The Lord whispers, did what I called you to do. She was mine to begin with. You did what I asked you to do. She can fly on her own now momma. He has taught me so much more during this time other than about change. He has also taught me about unconditional love. His unconditional love. How our lives mimic God's love for us. You see the past couple of weeks have been emotional. There were times that her and I would not get along. I know it was her way of trying to break free. I just wanted her to realize she didn't have to struggle, I was releasing her to soar. All of this has been new to her. So she had so many emotions that she didn't want to deal with. Pushing me away was a lot easier than dealing with saying goodbye. Even all the way up to dropping us off at the air port, she didn't even want to hug us bye, like the last 20 years didn't matter. How many times do we do this to God. All He wants is to love us. All He wants is to have a relationship with us. How many times do we just push Him away over and over and over. How many times we hurt God, and He keeps on loving us and keeps on trying to have that relationship with us. 

The Flight back the Lord really began speaking to me. When we were up in that plane, looking down at the clouds, the Lord reminded me that He is my pilot. He allows me to stand on the mountain, wander through the desert and walk through the valley. While I could not see where we were going. I had complete trust in the pilot to get me to our destination. So I must trust the Lord onward from here as our lives are changing. He gave me the greatest traveling partner on this journey. My Michael. Flying back with Michael was the highlight of our trip. I haven't flown in 18 years and he hadn't flown in 14. It was during this time that made me realize that I was falling in love with my husband all over again. He makes me laugh, he knows me all to well. He knows how to put me in my place, but he also knows the right words to say. He is definitely my soul mate. There are plenty of times that the Lord has used Michael to speak to me. Many of those times it is confirmation of what I have already prayed about. 

We arrived home around 9:45 pm. We got to my mother in laws and my youngest four children came running out, hugging us and were so glad we were home. It was one of the best feelings. It was another confirmation of scripture the Lord gave me about two weeks ago. 

I have been doing a study on Gideon. The scripture he led me to was this one:

But the Lord said to Gideon, “There are still too many men. Take them down to the water, and I will thin them out for you there. If I say, ‘This one shall go with you,’ he shall go; but if I say, ‘This one shall not go with you,’ he shall not go.” So Gideon took the men down to the water. There the Lord told him, “Separate those who lap the water with their tongues as a dog laps from those who kneel down to drink.” Three hundred of them drank from cupped hands, lapping like dogs. All the rest got down on their knees to drink.
 The Lord said to Gideon, “With the three hundred men that lapped I will save you and give the Midianites into your hands. Let all the others go home.” So Gideon sent the rest of the Israelites home but kept the three hundred, who took over the provisions and trumpets of the others.  Judges 7:4-8

You might think this scripture is a little strange when it comes to my family, but let me explain what the Lord has spoken to me. You see, the Lord wanted Gideon to cut down the size of his army. He asked Gideon to take them down to drink water, those who lapped water like dogs were asked to go home. Those that cupped the water to drink were the ones that needed to stay. They were the alert ones. The Lord has been telling me it is time for my family to get smaller at home so I can be more alert to the ones I have left at home. This is not a bad thing. It is and has been in the Lord's plan. It is my youngest four's time. It is also their time to be the stars of my blog. Devyn has her own now, so you can follow her on her adventures. 

Being a mother is one of the hardest jobs a woman can ever accept. It will stretch your hearts to depths that you have never imagined. It also the Lord's way of building character in you that he sees. I can not imagine my life any different. 

"But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart" Luke 2:19