Showing posts from June, 2009

WHAT'S YOUR HANDLE? preference, that is

Okay, if you don't read Boomama, you've got to start TODAY. Her post is about how people place their kitchen utensils in the dishwasher. I was having a very good week, a very good Tuesday actually until I read that blog.

It seems that some people place their eating and cooking utensils in the dishwasher handle-side up and some people place them handle-side down. Boomama noticed on a recent trip home that her mom and her aunt both put the utensils in handle-side down. She is concerned that she is deviating from the "family norm" of how to load a dishwasher.

Oh no, one more thing to worry about. On certain days I place some one way and some the other and on other days I place them all up and on other days I place them all down. I really have to wonder how I would place them if I was single. My reasoning says they get cleaner with the place where you put your mouth UP. However, the hubs is less than happy when he goes to unload the DW and sticks himself with the tines of …


Go here to read the 1st installment of this story.Quinn directed me where to go. We pulled up in front of an uninhabitable apartment building with all the windows broken out. It was a building used unquestionably for questionable activities. It was winter, the days were very short-- dusk was descending .....................He went in to get some of his things or so he said. I don't know how long I sat there but it must have been close to 30 minutes. The dusk was really settling in. I have to admit that for a split second I was tempted to leave. But I couldn't. Rita had entrusted her nephew into my care. I was responsible for him now. With uncertain resolve I got out of the car to walk up to the building, go in, and retrieve him. I got about halfway across the beaten down, brown winter grass when the door opened and out walked Quinn with another young man. Simultaneously, a middle-aged man leaned out of a second-story broken window, yelled at me and said, "He's not goi…


Bright paper packages must mean birthdays or favorite things or both--Seems like just yesterday that I posted last year's happy birthday message honoring my hubs and here another year is rolling around.
And here are a few of my favorite things about Larry Dale:
the way he always whistles
his tenacity to get a job done
his optimistic outlook
his love and loyalty
his friendliness
I have posted several pictures of him but I wanted to post 2 of my favorite pictures of him. One is when he was a little boy and the "attention" pose he is striking--
The other is just a few years ago when I told him to strike his "little boy attention" pose--They are the last two.

Happy birthday, Honey. I love you!

they must be felt with the heart

We atended a concert at our church tonight. Our small group friends, Dustin and Barb sang with a group call ed the STRICKLIN'S. It was a great evening of worship. The group was raising money for a trip to Slovakia this summer.

Referring back to the title of my blog, Everything else thrown in, this is an example of the richness He gives. At the close of the concert, during the last song, we all stood up. It was very informal and we were in the coffee house loft of our theatre at church. We were casually standing around singing. I link my arm through my husband's to finalize the last song with a arm in arm amen. My son walks over to me and offers his arm. I stand linked arm in arm in worship with two of the people I love most in the world. How can one be more rich than that?

When Helen Keller wrote this quote, "The best and most beautiful things in life cannot be seen or touched, they must be felt with the heart," she described exactly my feelings concerning t…


Today is our 5th granddaughter's 9th birthday. Go here for my favorite post about her.

Ashton continues to bless my heart. Her talent for ballet is amazing and her work ethic is incredible.

I love you, Ashton, with all my heart. I know God is going to do great things through you.

aka Mimi


This is a story that happened to me about 15 years ago. The names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. You will understand more as the story unfolds. I write this story only to emphasize the fact that God answers prayer and sometimes in the most dramatic fashion.

Cast of characters:

Toby-one of my 5th grade students
Rodney--one of my 5th grade students
Monchez-Toby's teen-aged brother
Rita-Quinn's aunt, parent liason at my school and my friend
Quinn-her nephew from New Orleans
David--Quinn's friend and a former student from several years back
Kris-Quinn's friend from the crack house
Dan--Rita's husband and Quinn's uncle

Boy, it is really hard naming characters and these names are not very good--the story would be sooooooooooo much better if I could use the real names.

While teaching 5th grade several years ago in the projects in another city, two of my students were really acting up. Now this was not unusual for Toby and Rodney, but their antics on th…


I don't know why but everytime I read Psalm 137, I get the most haunting of feelings and I start to cry. I think deep down in the core of my being, it brings back memories of times when the captor has carried me away and my sorrow is deep and regretful. When the verses speak about Jerusalem, that is a reference to where our salvation lies, I think. I have not deeply studied this from a scholarly standpoint, only asked of the Holy Spirit that He teach me what He wants me to know from the passage.

Today, after the tears, I was reminded of another passage in the old testament where God promises His people that He will give them back the years the locusts have eaten. I know that when we are sincerely sorry for our failures that God can and will redeem those days, weeks, months or years when the captor has deceived us. I think redeem means to buy them back and that is exactly what He did through the death of Jesus on the cross.

Ps 137:1-6
By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we r…

Monday Bittersweet Memories!

Soon one of our neighbors as a neighbor will be a memory--dear, thoughtful Kim. You've never met a person with more of a lust for life than Kim. I never will forget how welcome she made us feel when we moved here three years ago. Tonight we had a "going-away party" for her and John, her husband. Our cul-de-sac will not be the same without her. We will miss you so much! She's only moving three miles away, though, so hopefully we will see them often.

The picture below is my neighbor, Cynthia, who hosted the party. It was the first time I had been over since she hung the piece that she commissioned me to do for her this spring. You can barely tell, but I put a striping of red around half of the outside edge. It is a perfect match for the red buffet that she found to go under it.

Click on any of the pictures below to get an "up close and personal" look.

Below is my hubs, Larry, our neighbor, Pam, and Suzanne, the sweet California sister of Kim. She had the most in…


Acts 26:14
Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me? It is hard for you to kick against the goads . NIV

Recently, a good friend asked me for my opinion about the passage from Acts above. This was my response to her.

Ps 32:8-9
8 I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you and watch over you. 9 Do not be like the horse or the mule,which have no understanding but must be controlled by bit and bridle or they will not come to you.

Many years ago I read this verse and the picture came to my mind of the differences between a horse who is easy to guide with a bit in his mouth and the horse with the same bit who chomps at it and rears his head right and left and the rider has to pull the reins harder and harder to get the horse to go the way he wants him to.

To me, the picture here is that God is the rider and we are the horses and the things that come into our lives are representeed by the bits. When we are compliant with the Master, he only has to barely move the rein…


Much to my dismay, I didn't get to attend but here are a couple of pictures from Ashton and Noelle's dance recital. Ashton had just been out of her broken foot cast for a few days when the recital took place. She was able to dance, however, with a few little limps. Build up those foot muscles, girlie, you will go on point soon, and a beautiful point at that.


I have recently read a couple of blogs where the blogger responded to a negative comment from a reader. I wanted to write just a few words about this and hopefully be of encouragement and help to someone. Not that I have all the answers by any means but I know that God does and I hope that in my almost 65 years of living and my 58 years of following Christ, that He has taught me some things that I can share with other believers.

First of all, we must examine what our true beliefs about the Bible are. Do we believe all that it says all of the time? Do we believe part of what it says all of the time? All of what it says part of the time?

I have a friend who took a magic marker and blacked out the parts in her Bible where the scripture referred to a wife's submission to her husband. In her defense, she was a young Christian and I don't think she realized the enormity of what she had done. (In the book of Revelation, it warms about adding to or taking away from God's Word) But b…


When I was a small girl, most summers we would drive from Arkansas to Illinois to visit my aunt and uncle and their family. Along the way, we would always stop at a certain peach orchard and pick the peaches off the trees and eat them right then and there. Those are some of the "best tasting, sticky, juice running down my chin" memories of my life.


To learn more about this amazing old hymn of the faith, go here.
What a coincidence! When I clicked on the above link to check out wikipedia's information about The Old Rugged Cross, I read that it was first performed on June 7, 1913. Today is June 7th--the day I posted this. How cool is that?!


I didn't get to attend because it was in another state but here are two of my granddaughters at their dance recital. Ashton had just gotten out of her cast due to a broken foot from jumping off a ledge.




This evening my husband and I were riding around after eating out at Genghis Grill -- really, really good if you haven't tried it and have one near you. I made the Thai Chicken tonight following their recipe suggestions. You mix your own food bowl and then they cook it for you. I made a few little changes, like adding shrimp and lots of cilantro to their suggestions.

Anyway, back to the original story. As we were riding around out in the country, we came upon a young tyke riding a toy John Deere tractor. There were a couple of houses nearby but he had a huge open field to drive in and was making good usuage of the acreage. Believe it or not, my grandfather's name was John Deere (unfortunately not THE JOHN DEERE) but he had a tractor and farmed. This little guy looked just like a little old man sitting up there driving away. He looked as though he really thought he was "doing something." He looked just like "Daddy John" as we called him.

My husband and I remem…


I think the following is the greatest paragraph ever written apart from the Bible. It is from Oswald Chambers.

"Behold, O my people, I will open your graves." When God wants to show you what human nature is like apart from Himself, He has to show it you in yourself. If the Spirit of God has given you a vision of what you are apart from the grace of God (and He only does it when His Spirit is at work), you know there is no criminal who is half so bad in actuality as you know yourself to be in possibility. My "grave" has been opened by God and "I know that in me (that is, in my flesh) dwelleth no good thing." God's Spirit continually reveals what human nature is like apart from His grace.


On the far horizon of my memory I recall a soft, cool hand upon my fevered brow. No human hand, before or since, has ever brought such comfort, such love, such compassion--the hand of my best friend--my mother.