Monthly Archives: March 2009

Making Every Second Count… Or Not

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The past week has been a difficult one for me as I have pondered my recent hospital stay. For those of you who don’t know what happened, I got a horrible skin infection in my weak arm… the one where the lymphatic system is compromised because so many nodes were removed with my cancer. The biggest struggle? (Deep breath!) Realizing I could have died last weekend. The infectious disease specialist told me that if I had waited much longer (and I didn’t wait long at all), it would have moved into blood poisoning and possibly then to my heart and brain. Y’all, it has completely freaked me out, so much so that I sat in the hospital and wrote out what songs and verses I wanted at my funeral, because my poor Brian has so much on his plate that he shouldn’t have to figure that out, too.  Read more... (638 words, estimated 2:33 mins reading time)

And Yet More Theological Moments

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Yesterday morning as Joe walked us through more of the Exodus series our church is going through, he had all the firstborn males in the room stand. It was a picture of just how many Egyptians suffered under the final plague. As I watched, my Asher stood next to his daddy, also a firstborn. He then sat down and pumped his fist, “Mommy, I got to stand up in church.” he whispered excitedly. I leaned over, smiling, “Do you know why you stood up?”

Those big ol’ brown eyes stared solemnly up at me, “I would be dead right now if I were in Egypt. When the angel passed over.”  Read more... (271 words, estimated 1:05 mins reading time)

Beware The Ides Of March

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I’ve written a lot of posts about him…

There’s this one: And In Other News…
There’s this one: How Do I Love Thee?
Ooooh, there’s this one: A Piece Of My Heart
And this one: The Perfect Card For My Perfect Fit

And none of them can sum up the amount of love in my heart.

You’ve heard it said, “Beware the Ides of March.”

But I like to think of it as the best day ever!

Happy birthday to my Brian, my gift.

Lessons Learned From A Seven-Year-Old

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First off, can I just say how hard it is to type “seven-year-old”!? When did that happen? How did that happen? He seems so old. (And don’t even tell me, “Wait until you type “seventeen-year-old”. I’m in denial that time will continue.)

Last night, after reading the Bible story of Balaam and his donkey, Bri and I asked the children what they could learn from this. Bella just sang something made up because, well, she’s two and that’s what she does. Bear kept scrunching up his face and saying, “I don’t know.” Buddy, on the other hand, had ALL the answers. Here are a few keepers.  Read more... (262 words, estimated 1:03 mins reading time)

Satan’s Just A Mean Ol’ Thang

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The onslaught of fiery arrows has been fierce these past few days, as I have struggled through more physical, emotional and spiritual pain. I am exhausted from the daily battle against the whisperings of Satan. He’s a crafty one. Or as my sweet friend, Beth, said Sunday on the phone, “Oh, that Satan’s just a mean ol’ thang.” No one puts it quite like Beth.

It is hard to fight those whispers. To choose to look at the good rather than the bad. Satan is always prowling about waiting for just the right time to launch his attack…  Read more... (793 words, estimated 3:10 mins reading time)