tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12835547294341339952024-02-06T22:17:09.915-06:00He gave me a dream...Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-73957635269719025442012-05-08T18:06:00.001-05:002013-03-03T20:55:03.776-06:00This is the SeasonWell, it looks like I've already broken my promise to blog at least once a week. I had really good intentions. Then softball season started, and Allie plays. I love to watch her games--especially when she pitches. So, we're at the ball park two or three times a week.
And I guess I should mention that yard sale season is also in full swing. Two weeks ago, Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-11195604034345651382012-04-12T20:38:00.001-05:002012-04-12T20:58:14.036-05:00Straight and TallShe couldn’t stand up straight and tall. She really, really wanted to. Wanted to more than anything else in the whole world. She asked for healing. Please, God, make me well again.
She believed that He could. That He would.
But He didn’t.
Instead she walked bent over, face toward the ground. Feeling each painful step. In her neck, back, legs. For eighteen years she lived this way.
Crippled body.Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-1279737781180083532012-04-05T20:50:00.003-05:002012-04-05T22:10:13.914-05:00Something Beautiful
She walked into the room that night, a vial of extravagantly expensive perfume in her hand. Without hesitating, she broke the bottle open. Exquisite fragrance filled the room. Everyone at the party noticed. Most of them were mortified as she walked to the guest of honor and poured the perfume on His feet and on His head.
I mean, really.
She shouldn’t have gone in there. It was more like a For Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-83146031459330842752012-03-28T21:23:00.002-05:002012-03-29T08:29:51.158-05:00Like a KissHis words fell on my lips like a lingering kiss. You’re still my girl. I’ll always love you. I keep replaying the entire scene in my mind. How I lay on the couch in our living room, feeling miserable. Looking even worse. Eyes bloodshot and swollen, devoid of color. How he seemed to be blind to my ugly, looked beyond it, and saw beauty instead.
I remember how he took care of me after I had Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-44190038824903689172012-03-19T20:36:00.010-05:002012-03-20T05:19:53.513-05:00Good to be BackI've been away from this place for a long time--way too long. I've missed being here. I've missed you. A lot has happened.Some Fun ThingsLike last summer, I spending a month in Miami with my darlin' hub. He worked while I relaxed by the pool. Walked to the beach. Shopped a little or more than. Don't feel too sorry for him, I did some work. You should have seen my tan.Something MajorThen we came Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-16848482214418286922011-05-05T20:28:00.002-05:002011-05-05T20:43:55.607-05:00What Things?“What things?” He asked. Incognito. Innocently. As if He were out of the loop and not the link between what had occurred in the first Garden and the things that had just transpired.
As if He were not the link between our last breath and our eternity.
The two men with whom He walked were incredulous that He asked, “What things?” Even a visitor couldn't possibly be that uninformed. Or so they Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-43793104488125316452011-04-27T17:09:00.003-05:002011-04-28T22:29:40.564-05:00Hide n' Seek
Six-years-old. About to graduate from kindergarten. Tired of wearing hairbows. Tired of ruffles adorning her attire. Tired of looking like a baby. Now she wants cool clothes that sparkle and glitter.
But one thing remains the same: Her favorite game is hide n' seek.
And her most secret hiding place? The bottom of the built-in linen cabinet in our hall.
She dictates the rules of the game as we Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-46973689974874404672011-04-24T07:01:00.006-05:002011-04-24T07:49:33.718-05:00What Easter Means to MeJesus accepted the punishment for my sins. He took my shame. Was beaten and bruised for me. Wore a crown of thorns on His sweet head. Walked up a mountain with my cross on His shoulders.
He was crucified for me.
He was crucified for the whole world.
He loved us enough to die for us, sweet girl.
He loved us then, and He loves us now.
He is not dead. God the Father raised His One and Only Son Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-39614589166819936212011-04-22T10:39:00.002-05:002011-04-22T11:25:13.025-05:00In My DreamsIn my dreams, I am a writer. I write gently. Beautiful words and truthful. I don't know exactly what I write: devotions, articles, or Bible lessons. That part remains illusive. But I know that I write, and it pleases Him.
In my reality, I'm more of a scribbler than I am a writer. My repertoire consists mostly of journals. I write my heart out on the pages of spiral-bound notebooks. They can Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-8632077690906025122011-04-15T19:47:00.003-05:002011-04-15T21:41:56.921-05:00Bragging RightsSoutherners are serious about some things--sweet tea, grits, and college football. Especially football. My family and I are no exception. We sport crimson and white tee shirts year round and feel quite stylish wearing them. We prefer a black and white hounds-tooth check over any other pattern. Alabama memorabilia shows up on our mailbox, on our vehicles, and in my den.
In or out, we love the TideDebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-29265596368971897102011-04-06T19:39:00.003-05:002011-04-06T22:57:44.490-05:00Just Fix It"Poppa, come get me!" she yelled. "No, Korie, I'm busy. You can get down by yourself." "Come get me, Poppa!" my granddaughter insisted. No way was she going to make that treacherous trip down the steps of the storage shed by herself.
After hearing the third plea for help, my darlin' husband stopped trimming the shrubbery and walked over to rescue her.
Now, what was so dangerous about a Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-18367324717652525702011-03-22T20:58:00.006-05:002011-03-24T18:17:44.609-05:00Cute ShoesI saw the black, high-heel shoes in the store. So stylish. I tried them on--oh my goodness! They were way cute, way expensive, and way uncomfortable. Know what I did? I bought them anyway.Cute wins out over cost and comfort any day, don't you agree?
Besides, my dear daughter-in-law said, " I think you should get them. They'll make you look taller."
Well, that's all I needed to hear. Because if Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-60224533519540025232011-03-16T09:05:00.009-05:002011-03-16T11:53:25.567-05:00It Takes More Than Two to TangoI tried to tango with an antique radio cabinet; however, things did not turn out the way I had envisioned them. See, I was excited about getting this non-working antique. It was free, and free is always good when you're decorating on a budget. And I knew that a little white paint would transform the tired and ugly old thing into something worth having.Nevertheless, the poor piece sat in my Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-34424372460518794832011-03-09T16:32:00.002-06:002011-03-09T17:07:05.186-06:00I Flunked Blogging 101I flunked Blogging 101. You've probably figured that out since it's been forever since I last posted or visited any blogs.Well, I'm not accustomed to getting F's, and I don't like to quit. And I'm tired of being an on again off again blogger. So last night, I decided to stop blogging altogether and just publish one final post to bring closure to my feeble attempts at writing.And then this morningDebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-43159987996046021992011-01-03T19:14:00.005-06:002011-01-03T20:31:02.989-06:00Why Didn't God Just Send O?Well, the Christmas holidays are over. During the last two weeks, I stayed up way past my bedtime and slept late almost every morning. I shopped a lot, hoping to find just the right gifts for my family. I went to a few parties--ate way, way too much--and exercised not at all. We took the tree down and put it and all of the ornaments and decorations in the attic.Christmas has come and gone.A new Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-82257114889913701162011-01-01T08:48:00.002-06:002011-01-01T09:17:17.856-06:00In 2011Hi, Happy New Year! I want to thank you for sticking with me in 2010. When I stopped blogging for a few months, you continued to leave comments and to send E-mails. You prayed for me, and I so appreciate all of the prayers and the encouraging words.I read a verse this morning that I'm offering as prayer for you.It goes like this:The LORD will fulfill His purpose for me; Your love, O LORD, enduresDebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-52553262643199630482010-12-25T09:28:00.003-06:002010-12-25T10:09:42.758-06:00Make Some NoiseI heard the story of two men--one Jewish and one not Jewish. They sat in the living room of the Jewish man's house. The friends heard the sounds of singing and music coming from a church across the street.The Jewish man's friend asked, "Doesn't this singing and music annoy you? I mean you're Jewish and they're Christians. Don't you wish that they would stop making so much noise?"The Jewish man Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-51951247328490233312010-12-15T18:37:00.004-06:002010-12-15T19:42:51.949-06:00Khaki Makes Me HappyRecently, I made an important discovery: Khaki makes me happy. See, we've lived in our current house for eight years, and we've painted the dining room four times. First, we painted the walls a soft shade of off-white. Not bad, but still the room seemed underdressed, like wearing a flimsy dress without a slip.Not that I've ever worn a flimsy dress without a slip. And not that I think you have Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-64302112579508658462010-12-07T19:04:00.005-06:002010-12-07T21:25:48.849-06:00It's Our ChoiceShe stumbled out of the doctor's office that day, feeling like she had just received a death sentence. See, Leigh's dad died of a heart attack when he was only thirty five, and she was about that age when she got diagnosed with high blood pressure. The doctor wrote her a prescription and said she would be fine as long as she took the medication--probably for the rest of her life.She felt the Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-50595551093316505042010-09-14T16:45:00.008-05:002010-09-14T22:05:10.788-05:00Flour on My French ToastBreakfast on a school morning? Well, usually, I eat a protein bar or instant oatmeal after I get to work. And I have been known to get a pack of crackers out of the snack machine. But not this morning.No way. Today, I cooked French Toast for the two little girls who hold my heart in their hands. As I stood in the kitchen one of them said, "Umm, I don't want flour on mine...cause last time the Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-30796025509524881002010-08-24T16:46:00.004-05:002010-08-24T19:05:49.775-05:00One For the RoadMy alarm went off at 4:30a.m. We pulled out of the driveway by five, heading to Miami for the second time this summer. A long, hard drive for sure. Naturally, I took a little something for the road.In addition to traveling with my darlin' husband and my sweet son, I held a special companion in my hands. Yeah, I had a little Peace for the Journey--Elaine Olsen style. And I so needed peace on this Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-90897281459363478092010-08-09T18:23:00.005-05:002010-08-09T19:56:54.521-05:00I Got What I Wanted...Didn't I?A nice, big office! New desk and chair. I don't have to share this space with anyone else. Sounds like a tremendous improvement over sharing offices with everyone from the cookware salesman to parent volunteers. I got what I asked for, I think.Umm, maybe not. See, my new office isn't located at either of the two schools that I serve. Last year two other facilitators moved to off-campus offices, Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-11330953276636063472010-07-20T11:02:00.002-05:002010-07-20T12:56:52.645-05:00More Than Wishful ThinkingLast week I had hope. Last week God gave me a verse about how He delights in those who put their hope in His unfailing love (Psalm 147:10). Last week I prayed and lived with expectation that God will do all that He has promised. But this week, I'm wondering if it was nothing more than wishful thinking.So, what's changed?Well, some old acquaintances have reappeared: Conflict. Challenge. Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-5980149375505403802010-07-06T16:42:00.009-05:002010-07-06T19:35:57.161-05:00How Does Your Garden Grow?Ok, ok. I confess: I'm having way too much fun this summer. I spent almost two weeks in Miami with my darlin' husband. Can you guess what I did while he worked? Sweet girl, you know me so well. Yes, I went to the beach everyday! Hey, I've got a nice little tan going on, but my flower garden sure got neglected while I was away. Especially my pretty petunias. Before I left, I pampered these flowersDebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283554729434133995.post-50414575965440960342010-06-10T21:54:00.007-05:002010-06-10T22:53:33.926-05:00Summer!Thought I better let you know that I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, just in case you've been wondering. So far this summer, I've spent a few days at the beach. Took two sweet, little girls to the water park.Plus, this week is VBS at our church, and I helped with the pre-school class. Have mercy! More about that later.And tomorrow I'm going to the Southern Christian Writers' Conference Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03614103795909160503noreply@blogger.com13