So I may not be that old, but I sure am not that young either. And I have never, ever seen what has transpired in our nation in the last two weeks, let alone the world. Ever! And 9/11 was crushing in and of itself.
Getting a Fresh Perspective – HOPE in a Dark World
Ever ended up in place you really needed to be? Like you know that God intervened and put you in just the right place at the right time? That was me two weekends ago. Abbey and I went to Brooke’s to visit and we all went to her church for a women’s conference.
The conference was called FRESH and I remember thinking, “Huh? Fresh? That seems like an odd name for a conference.
Well, little did I know. That word FRESH is exactly what fell on me. A FRESH perspective. A FRESH hope and a FRESH realization that boy am I blessed. I don’t lead a perfect life, friends. I sure don’t. Far from it. But boy I lead a blessed life. Blessed. Thank you, Jesus. Read More
Well, here you are. A new year. If I say that I am so glad that 2017 is over, that would be very true, but 2017 also brought some great memories.
A trip to Europe where memories that will last a lifetime were created. What a blessing to see the beautiful world and spend three weeks with my sweet, grown up girl.
Then a trip to St. Thomas where toes in the sand and long breakfasts by the sea with my sweet, second girlie will forever be remembered.
To a high school graduation and now the babies are all grown. Wow – where did that time go? Read More
So, if you have followed me even for a bit, you might know that I really love music. Seriously love. I guess it started when I was really little. My dad played guitar and sang in his own band. I know. Awesome, right?
Lesson From My Girls – Abigail
A few months ago I shared with you that our sweet girls have become the most wonderful of teachers to me. Seriously. I have learned so much from my kids. I didn’t really know it would work that way, but it has. And it is truly the most beautiful thing I have seen and experienced.
Whenever you are a parent, it seems like you are constantly on the battlefield of raising kids.
Setting a bed time and sticking to it. “No, we don’t have dessert every night.”
“You need to put your phone with mine to charge at night.” “I don’t care if so and so is doing it, you aren’t.”
Well, that sure went fast. 18 years of life, learning, and love at Norfolk Christian Schools and now, our youngest daughter has graduated and will be on to a new chapter.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Watch me safely through the night.
And wake me with the morning light.
I remember those words so clearly. It was the nighttime prayer that we said with our girls for many, many years. Of course our girls, to this very day, could probably tell you verbatim what they spoke next– “I’m special. I’m a Winner. Jesus loves me.”
Oh he does, he does.
And there it was. I was driving out of the neighborhood, headed to the grocery store, when I spotted it. It was a familiar darkish-orange and yellow. It was shaped like a little car. It was a Cozy Coupe! It was sitting in the front yard of a neighbor and, to top it off, the car was smiling at me. I immediately had to take a picture. It brought back a flood of memories.
It’s a cold March morning here in Virginia and I am listening to music. I love music! Love it! I really love all genres of music. So, have you ever heard that song “Come to the Altar” by Elevation Worship? “Come to the Altar” is such a blessing to me each and every time I hear it. What does that mean though? Come to the Altar? Which altar? I don’t have an altar, or so we think.