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Mothers and Daughters

Our oldest daughter, Rhonda, with her oldest daughter,Cassidy, holding her new little baby sister, MaKayla

Sometimes when I look through my pictures, I discover one that needs no story, no words, no explanation.  This was one of those “moments in time” to just rejoice and remember.



Oldest grandson, Brandon, at Paines Prairie State Park, Florida

“And the work of righteousness shall be peace; and the effect of righteousness quietness and assurance forever” (Isaiah 32:17).

 “And that ye study to be quiet,…”(1 Thessalonians 4:11).

When I stand in awe of creation, I understand the meaning of STUDY to be quiet.  At home with all the distractions of daily living, I forget to study on ways to be quiet, meditate, worship, and stand in awe of the majesty of God.

Lord, help me be diligent to become a student of quietness – regardless of the hectic pace which surrounds all my daily routines and responsibilities.

Happy all the Time

Pappaw with grandson, Luke

There’s not much that is more wonderful than the sound of a child having a deliriously, joyful time – or what I’d call a bubbling, bubbling, bubbling good time.  The laughter is delicious, and infectious. I love watching my grandchildren wrestle with their Papaw and try to get the best of him.  All come away having had a wonderful time, and desiring more.  What sheer delight to hear the laughter ring out. 

         I need that spirit of joy to reside in my heart, ready to be released as unreservedly as that of a child.  Teach me, Lord that I can be “in right, outright, upright, downright, happy all the time,” even in times of trial and stress.  I think Nehemiah said it best, “For the joy of the Lord is my strength” (Nehemiah 8:10).

July 4 Sweet Land of Liberty

My Dear Precious Children and grandchildren,
                Nearly 11 years have come and gone since September 11, 2001 when I first wrote this letter to you.  As we celebrate the freedom of America today, there will be fireworks, music, family gatherings, and moments of remembrance.  It is for this reason; I again post this letter I wrote to the three of you, with a slight change.  Today I desire to share it with a larger audience.
                I can’t seem to get very far beyond the great sadness about New York and about the events upon our nation.  True, the fighting is far from our home right now, but it is our army of Americans that are in harms way for the next many years.  In trying to encapsulate the source of my grief, I find myself weeping for my Aunt Hallie who lost her only son, Buddy, in defense of my freedom.  I grieve for every mother, and father, son or daughter, brother or sister, uncle or aunt, grandparent…who has lost a loved one in defense of American freedoms.  I weep for the Patriots who brought to life the reality of America, for the soldiers and the families who were more than actors in the unfolding saga of “Saving Private Ryan.”  I weep for my friend who lost his dad at Hiroshima.  Sadness fills my heart for all those I have known and loved who were impacted during the Vietnam era.  I grieve for the losses felt eternally at Pearl Harbor, and now the thousands of thousands who are personally impacted by the terrorist attacks on September 11. I grieve for the thousands still being impacted around the world in the war against terrorism wherever it is being fought.
                I grieve, yes, but I refuse to be paralyzed by that grief.  I refuse to remain afraid of the future.  I rise above my grief, and numbness, and my stunned horror, because I am an American.  My flag waves freely on a lighted pole in my yard.  I rejoice and find a song victoriously erupting each time I see old glory.  “America, America, God shed His grace on thee…”  The price all those who have sacrificed their lives and the lives of their loved ones, has been too great to do otherwise. 
                Today, I will relish life with renewed enthusiasm, zest, awareness.  I will be creative and rejoice in the friendships and pleasures this day unfolds before me.  I will embrace the beauty of myAmerica.  I will really see when I look at the hillsides, the colors of the fall, and the sunsets.  I will hear the birds song, the rippling brook, the droplets of rain upon the earth, and the voices of the little people around me as they explain things they are experiencing.  I will laugh more heartily with my friends, and I will cry more openly with those who weep. I will pray more earnestly for my world.  I will say more often to my own children, I love you!!!  I wish only the best for you, you and your precious families.  I desire to see you all rise and shine and give God glory through your life.  I pray that God will make of you the persons He had in mind when He gave you the gift of His breath of life. Today I will celebrate the lives of  the families God has blessed you with.  I will celebrate our grandchildren.  Live life fully.  Live it abundantly.  Live it humbly, and obediently.  It’s His gift to you.  It is limited.  He holds the key to its longevity.  Use it wisely, as I pray I also will do from this moment forward.

I love you, my dear children, and grandchildren,


Introducing 365 Moments in Time

My husband and I are on a summer journey enjoying family, friends, and ministry.  This has given me more personal time to reflect and rejoice in events of the past, in places we’ve visited, and in people we’ve met.  For the remainder of the summer, I will be sharing with you Moments in Time through picture, scripture, and memories. I hope these entries will be a blessing to you.

Grandma’s Porch Swing

Though the picture is blurry, it is indeed the actual porch where Grandmommie planted thousands of seeds each year and enjoyed a colorful harvest growing all around that ol' porch swing.

Sitting on the porch swing down at Grandma’s house,
We push off from those old weathered floorboards.
High we go,
higher and higher my sis and I, till almost
our toes touch the ceiling.
Then back down, to push off once more.

The rusty hinge on the porch screen door squeaks out its raspy voice,
the spring twanging, like a taut bow as it releases an arrow.
We are on instant alert about approaching peril.
A grown-up will chide us and run us off the porch,
so we drag our feet, till the swing barely moves.

Grandma’s anxious face peers around the corner.
“Thought I heard a commotion out here. Ya’ll okay?
“We’re fine, Grandmommie.”
“Well, don’t ya’ll be taking that ol’ swing too high.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” we reply in perfect unison.

In that quiet lull as we sway back and forth, swatting an occasional sweat bee,
swinging like old people after a hard days work,
half-dozen or so hummingbirds appear
among the morning glories on the lattice at the edge of the porch.
We don’t move a muscle; we don’t even scratch our noses.
We stare unblinkingly at this great mystery of aviation.

The rusty hinge speaks out again.
The old screen door slams,
– a signal.
The hummingbirds move on,
and we, my sis and I
one more time
push off from those old weathered floorboards.


Lessons from a Play Land Date


At a fast food restaurant the other day, I watched several children playing on the indoor play-land.  The laughter and rowdy childhood commotion were all indicators that they were having a wonderful time.  Several years ago, my little three-year-old grandson was on a play-land inFulton,Kentucky, and he was NOT having a good time.  I was out on an adventure with him – just the two of us.  When he began to tug on my hand and drag me toward the enormous play-land, I knew he was going to have a huge adventure – I just didn’t now how big!  His eyes shone with excitement as he spied out all the wonders that were there just ahead of him.

            It wasn’t long before he was high into the many mazes and tunnels that the play land offered his adventurous spirit.  Suddenly from deep within the cavernous twists and turns, I heard his little far-away voice timidly calling out, “Nonna, I want you.”  Then began the crying, “Nonna, I WANT you!” 

            I was calling out to him directions to come to the window so I could direct him to an exit tunnel, but by then he was wailing out in utter panic, “Non-na, Nonna, Nonna!” Because of a back injury, I was physically unable to get to him other than to continue calling out to him comforting words – but he was hearing none of it. 

            About that time a young boy, about 10 or 11 years old came into the play area with his mother.  “Ma’am, do you mind if your son does a rescue for me?”  I instructed the boy to go find Connor, and to ignore his resistance.  Even if Connor might scream and carry on, he was to take his hand and pull him to the exit tunnel and give him a gentle push to begin his descent.  The boys’ eyes expressed apprehension, but his mother nodded that it would be okay.

            As the little boy approached my grandson, the screams of terror rose to a deafening level as he screamed out, “no, no, no, no, no, no!”  And then he emerged from the slide and fell into my awaiting arms of comfort!

            How like I am oft times in the adventure of life when I get caught up in the excitement and enticement of an adventure, only to discover that I have become lost in the midst of it. I feel paralyzed and unable to extract myself.  I am balled up in a corner wailing out my pain and fear.  Then suddenly, circumstances beyond my control push me…straight into the loving arms of my Good Shepherd.

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