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Love Lifted Me

Wednesday, March 7th I celebrated my 20th anniversary with  my beloved Steve. He came into my life after a bitter divorce left me with two teenage girls who suffered emotional trauma from the separation. The girls were thirteen and fifteen and well on their way to being thirty. Although they adored Steve I am not so sure they were eager for the marriage.

The next several years were a long hard struggle. As the girls weaved in and out of their own frustrations in life, growing pains, and identity crisis’ we began to grow together as a family. And a great family at that. The glue that kept us together became fabricated through the hands of the Lord. We attended church every Sunday. Steve and I taught Sunday School and the girls were active in the youth group. Both girls accepted Jesus as their personal Lord and Savior at the age of seventeen. That is another story in itself as Satan desperately tried to intercept this great moment in our lives. God prevailed though.

Twenty years later we are stronger than ever. On Saturday my wonderful husband surprised me not once but twice. He got us tickets to see the Broadway play Lion King. It was phenomenal. Before departing for the theatre he took me to the church and we renewed our vows. Another surprise he cooked up without my knowledge. Blessings have bestowed me from all around. Love is so precious. Especially when it rains down from God!

Live Life to th Fullest and Follow Your Dreams!

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy. Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude; It is not self-seeking, nor easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongdoing. It does not delight in evil, But rejoices in the truth. It always protects, trusts, hopes, and preserves. There is nothing love cannot face; There is no limit to its faith, hope, and endurance. In a word, there are three things that last forever: Faith, hope, and love; But the greatest of them all is love.
~1 Corinthians 13:4-7


???Are We Ever Really READY???

My father will be 88 years old in July. Although Mom had a series of health issues and passed on in 1994, Dad has been the picture of health
(with a few little mishaps along the way). He came east almost four years ago to live with me. Dad had moved to Santa Rosa, NM in 1997. Until  this very day he struggles with feelings of loneliness from missing my mom. Dad is a born again Christian, a retired Baptist preacher and a true inspiration in the word and works of God.

It was my idea for Dad to come and live with us. He was alone and without family in New Mexico. (However you are never alone with God). It bothered me as he was getting up in age and lived well over an hour from true necessary medical care if needed. A few years earlier he had emergency open heart surgery and none of the family could get out that way. It bothered me he was alone. So with that said I proposed he come here to stay.

In October of 2007 Dad came. He stayed for a while and then decided he was in the way. So we moved him into an apartment in Richmond. After almost a year he decided my divorced brother needed some companionship and we moved him to Memphis. That lasted 3 weeks when Dad came back to our house.

I must confess I haven’t always had a servant’s heart for Dad over the past three years. My dad forgets I am almost sixty years of age myself and being of sound judgement and mind I don’t need reminded how I should live my life. In addition he has been my soul responsibility financially — another daily burden.

Now Dad is sick, and very sick at that. He has been diagnosed  with heart failure, kidney failure and was just treated with pneumonia. My whole attitude has changed. Until I can get him into a nursing home I want the very best for Dad and his needs.

Now I wonder how I could have  been so selfish but let me tell you, God has certainly intervened and softened my heart.I deal with a myriad of emotions as I go through the necessary government red tape to get Dad onto Medicaid so I can get him into a physically secured environment. I have mixed emotions of the nursing home situation although Dad is completely at peace with. I know it is best at this time in his life…..but gee just four years ago Dad was the picture of health…….Just a year ago Dad was the picture of health. Just six month ago Dad was the picture of health.

So I ask you now, are we ever really ready?

see you soon…

…how ’bout those darn burnt biscuits…

Author Unknown…

When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom
apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget
what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he
really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said,
“Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And
besides – a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!”

This story reminds me of my own dear and loving mother. After my husband and I married in the early 90’s we had my parents over for dinner one Saturday shortly after the wedding. Steve being new to grilling burnt to a crisp every single piece of chicken. It was truly inedible. The char from the hot coals of the grill was literally seared right through the skin directly into the meat of the bird.

Each of us filled our plates with the picnic fare  including the chicken. The meat was sooooo tough we all spit the pieces of the bird onto our plates. That  is except my mother. Being a quiet humble Christian woman and wanting to edify her new son-in-law’s grilling techniques my mom declared “This is exactly how I like my chicken” and choked down her entire piece.

Life is full of imperfections. I’m not that great at any one thing except being a child of God. I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. 
Choosing to celebrate each other’s differences is the key to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

My dearest sister-in-law, who is more of a sister than an in-law shared this with me today. Thanks Sue.

And  mom…..this one is for you. May you rest in God’s glorious heavens for eternity.

Live Life to the Fullest and Follow Your Dreams

see you soon…

Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.  ~Mark Twain