My apologies

I'm sorry I haven't posted in two whole weeks.

We are like every other family in America. We have entirely too much going on in our lives, and before we know it, too much time has passed.

Currently, I sense that Satan is trying to overwhelm our family. We have had heartache after heartache for the past few months. I told someone yesterday, as I was sobbing on their shoulder, that our plate is overloaded.

And still my cup runneth over. Because in spite of Satan's attempt to break my spirit, to convince me I am alone, to challenge my faith, he will not succeed.

Yesterday, driving home, I asked God (aloud) to cast Satan far away from my family. It's in times like these, when Satan is working overtime on your emotions, that you can truly grow in faith and preserverence.

I ask you to pray for us. For our entire family.



For peace.

Help

Where are my feet? Sure, if I lean forward I can see them, but I do not remember being like this so early with Little.




At first glance, this may look like a sleeping child. However, when you spend a little time examining the picture you begin to realize the child is not asleep.

You can see that her mouth is puckered, because she does not want to talk to you anymore.

You can see that her eyes are closed, because she is ignoring you.

You can also see that her eyes are probably rolled to the ceiling, because she is that disgusted with you.

Big day

Today is a big day for me.

I give my final presentation in the pursuit of a bachelor's degree. This is it.

If you think about it or have the time, please say a prayer around noon. Presentations last from noon to 3 PM. I will not know what time mine is until I get there.

Twitter mountains

I have a Twitter account. I rarely tweet, and if I do, it is in response to someone else.

I do enjoy reading different people's thoughts and experiences. For those of you that do not know about Twitter, you follow people (much like being someone's friend on Facebook).

I follow Max Lucado, a brillant Christian author. I have read many of his books. "He Chose the Nails" changed my life. Forever.

Max tweeted today this profound statement:
"Pray specifically about fears - Putting your worries into words disrobes them. They look silly standing there naked."

There is such truth to that. The things that scare us, typically sound ridiculous when spoken.

When scared of something, we should share with others our fears and concerns. We should start with God. Who better to share with? Next, we should share with friends, including spouse (prayer warriers that give good Godly advice).

I honestly can not count how many times I've been afraid of something that never ended up happening. Of a concern that never was a factor. Of a scenario that never played out.

Amazing how Satan takes our fears, our mole hills, and makes them into mountains. Even more amazing is how God moves those mountains.

When we verbalize what we are afraid of, whatever it is loses power. Maybe it's because God was waiting for us to confess it. Maybe it's because God gave words to someone we confided in. Maybe it's because when God turned his ear, Satan tucked his tail.

Whatever the case, Max Lucado's statement spoke volumes to me today. And hopefully, it will to you, especially if you are afraid.

I'm kind of a celebrity

Some of you have heard my story before. Some of you get to hear it again.

For as long as Husband has been madly in love with me, he begged me to go hunting with him. After years and years of persistence, I obliged.

Turns out, I actually like it.

The day after Christmas, I knocked down a nice buck.



He went straight to the taxidermist. We got him back last week.



Just in time for the Wildlife Extravaganza.



Net score 128 3/8 inches. Anything over 125 inches makes the Magnolia Record Book.

Big Bunko

I posted this on the Caring Bridge website, but I wanted to share it here as well.

Last night, two of the ladies in our church (with help from lots of people and Facebook) hosted a Bunko fundraiser in honor of Marilyn. It was a wonderful event with a large amount of funds raised in an extremely short amount of time. Much thanks to anyone who had any part in the process: donations, players, Facebook posters, refreshment bakers, card table donators, etc. Without your hard work and selfless generosity, events like this could not be possible.

I will say one of the ladies who hosted the event recently lost her mother to cancer. She gave a touching speech about cancer and how it forever changed her life.

Cancer is cruel and merciless. Cancer is not prejudice. Cancer fights harder and faster trying to get the upper hand. Cancer doesn't care about your hair or your vital organs. Cancer has no concern for your family. Cancer has no boundaries.

In memory of my friend's mother, Cancer never wins. The body may succumb, but the spirit never will.

And what cancer did to my friend, the hole in her heart from the loss of her mother, allowed room for a fire to be lit. To give kind words to us, because she's been there. To host fundraisers, because she knows the needs before we do. To continue fighting, because she knows the battle field.

Thank God for her. Thank God for the other hostess. Thank God for all the generosity. Thank God for the prayers.

"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." 1 Corinthians 13: 13