Showing posts from September, 2010

Blogging Break

Hey Friends,
I am going to be busy with grandchildren, etc. this week so I will be taking a four or five day hiatus from blogging. Will miss you. See you soon.


Weekend Worship at St. James' Methodist


Late in the afternoon the Twelve came to Him and said, "Send the crowd away so they can go to the surrounding villages and countryside and find food and lodging, because we are in a remote place here."

He replied, "You give them something to eat."

They answered, "We have only five loaves of bread and two fish — unless we go and buy food for all this crowd." (About five thousand men were there.)

But He said to His disciples, "Have them sit down in groups of about fifty each." The disciples did so, and everybody sat down. Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, He gave thanks and broke them. Then He gave them to the disciples to set before the people. They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over.

Once when Jesus was praying in private and his disciples were with Him, He asked them, "Who do the crowds say I am?"

They replied…

Happy Birthday Michael!

September is a loaded month for us.

Loaded with birthdays, that is!

Eat your heart out, Michael.  Forty-one and no more dunks although I have to give you credit for knocking loose a couple of b-balls that got stuck between the rim and the backboard last year.  You still got most some  of it!!

Go here, if interested, to see my post from two years ago about our son, Michael's birth. It is evident in this post that I was new to blogging and did not have an editing program. Someday when I have the energy I will go back and edit all of those pictures--crop them, straighten them, adjust the lighting, etc. But for now, I will just enjoy their vintage look.

Happy Birthday Kennedy!

This is the night Boompa took her to the father-daughter sweetheart banquet. Her dad was out of town so Boompa "really reluctantly-haha" stepped in to take his place. He bought her a really sweet wrist corsage.

A simple pleasure--looking back over the years as my granddaughter, Kennedy, celebrates her 11th birthday today. God, thank you for this precious child that you have graced our lives with. I pray that you will keep your hand upon her all the days of her life and that she will serve you with joy, enthusiasm, passion, dedication, love and humility.

2010-the Year of Longings

He longs for all of us to be "born again," for old things to become new, for joy to replace mourning, for eternal life to replace certain death.

I long for all of my grandchildren to serve the One True and Living God.

To the Sky and Beyond

In response to an email I wrote a dear lifelong friend concerning my great test reports yesterday, I received an email back and in part it said:

"Please take care of yourself. There is no one to replace you.
Love you all the way up to the sky, and beyond."

I just wanted to encourage you to contact with a letter, phone call, email, those in your life who cannot be replaced. Let them know how much you love them today.

This post is dedicated to Marilyn, my friend since we were eleven years old. I love you to the sky and beyond also.

I wonder how many prayers you have offered up to heaven in my and my family's behalf. More than I can count I am sure. You mean the world to me.

“A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.”

Thanks for all the times you have sung to me!

2010-the Year of Longings

He longs to be a friend to us.
I long to hear His "new song" and sing one back to Him.

Sing to the LORD a new …

Grateful Heart

I love these leaves. They look like hearts to me.

Just wanted to let all of you know that my heart checked out perfectly after nuclear stress test--no blockages whatsoever. Praise the Lord.

My potassium was extremely low so guess that was the culprit for most of the pain etc.

Thank you to all who prayed for me and to all who cared.

I love you all,


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…

The Lift Man

One week ago today--a tragic accident on Interstate 30 here in the Little Rock area--a life snuffed out in the twinkling of an eye. We do not understand. Our hearts grieve especially for those who loved "the lift man" so much. This is a tribute to him.

Neil Melton, "the lift man," as I have chosen to call him, was the father of my nephew's wife. I had been around him on occasion--for either occasions filled with elation or times of tragedy--births, weddings, accidents.

I couldn't say that I really knew him that personally although I visited with him periodically through the years. What I could say was that he seemed to be a quiet spoken, gentle man.

As I sat at his celebration service last Friday, I was awed by the things that were said about him: no one had ever heard him raise his voice in anger; he was always there for his wife, his children, his grandchildren; those he had worked with for half a century had never seen him lose his cool, heard him say…

Weekend Worship at Frenchmann Mountain Methodist Episcopal

This past Sunday afternoon while on a leisurely drive with my husband, I thought we had found a gold mine when we saw this old church. My husband started down a road that didn't seem to have any possibilities but we hadn't gone a half mile when we spotted her--the old ship of Zion.

I was instantly taken back to the mid-twentieth century and days of my childhood church. This looks almost exactly like my old church except this one is about twice as wide and we didn't have the steeple box up on top--maybe a really small one--it is hard to remember some of the architectural details.

I was not tall enough to see inside but held my camera up to the window to get a picture of the inside. You can see the reflection of my sunglasses in lower right section of picture.

When I reviewed the picture on the LCD screen, you can imagine my utter joy when I saw the old pot-bellied stove. So many memories--so much the same--except we did not have pews nearly this nice. Ours were made out…

Using Our Time Wisely-A Simple Pleasure

Time is free, but it's priceless. You can't own it, but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it you can never get it back.

The antidote for the above philosophy is this: God says in Joel 2:25: "I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten--"

Have you ever wasted any minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years that you wish you could get back? I have.

In scripture it was very important to give of their firstfruits. Ex 23:16 "Celebrate the Feast of Harvest with the firstfruits of the crops you sow in your field."

I encourage you to give of your firstfruits of time to God. God will impress upon you what time of day He wants you to give to Him--whether early morning, mid-day, or evening. Many heroes of the faith in the Bible gave of their time several times a day. This might be something that you want to consider. For me, it had to be early or I couldn't seem to get it done. Raising th…

I Wish I Had Known

Recently, I received an email from my daughter-in-law in anticipation of their first daughter's sixteenth birthday on September 14th. It read:

I had an idea to create a book for Katelyn with the topic being: “What I wish I had known at 16.” I only have so much to say, but thought it would be great to get wisdom from other ladies who have been a part of her life.

What follows is written to my granddaughter, Katelyn, on the event of her sixteenth birthday.

I wish I had known:

*that grandmothers aren't really old-fogeys--I wish I had known that their hearts feel like they are sixteen forever.

*the difference between head knowledge and heart knowledge and the wisdom to use it in a timely manner.

*how important it is to keep a log of my life.
Corrie Ten Boom says, "Memories are not the key to the past but to the future." I would have journaled so much more.

*that gossip is anything (whether true or untrue) about a person that could bring them unhappiness, a pain in the hear…