The LIttle Church

The folks who go to the little church on the backside of my property have always been very generous.  Recently our neighborhood association started meeting over in their sanctuary once a month.  Rev Thompson is old school, proper, funny, loving.

Me and Jess decided because of their generosity, that we would do something for them.  So, we now mow the yard.  Today I bought yellow lantana to go in a flower bed.  We have ordered a sign to replace the one that is tearing and frayed.

I asked a friend not too long ago about tithing.  I know the Bible says gives 10% of your earnings to the Church.  I don't belong to any one particular church.  We just haven't found the right church.

I believe I am doing this right.  I can only hope that when you give of yourself to a church that you are giving your tithes.  The plants are from me.  The new sign I ordered is from me.

I don't go to this church - but I have friends there.  I know it makes them happy to see the changes - the new things taking place - and that makes me happy.

I am not giving this to the church and their members specifically - but I plant for the Lord.  I plant Him some flowers at His house.

We don't always have the money to give- but we can all give of ourselves.

Our recently planted garden just seems to be taking off.  Each morning I take my cup of coffee and walk through the garden amazed at how overnight the plants have grown and at how the vegetables are sprouting and flowering.

Look at how thin this stalk is!  Yet, it bears fruit.

In our lives, sometimes we feel so inadequate about things that God wants us to do.  We fear we aren't good enough, strong enough, wise enough or whatever enough - yet, when we look at the birds in the air and how they fly with no problems or the ships with large cargos in the deep oceans floating - and a simple small stalk holding the weight of the fruit it bears.

God tells us "Fear not..."  over and over He says "Fear not...."  in both the Old and New Testaments of the Bible.  Yet, we walk around in fear.

Perhaps we should take lessons from this plant - our lives may be small, but the fruit we bear - the seeds we plant in our lives and the lives of others - bring forth fruit.  Never under estimate yourself and your self-worth.  If God has you here, He has you here to bear fruit in the garden of life.

Building Planter Boxes

We are building more planter boxes today.  We use these planter boxes for planting vegetables.  In making these next three it was important to cut a pine tree down.  

Now, Jess is great at tearing down, cutting down, but angling things maybe not so.  The one pine, the smallest of them all, nearly toppled the other direction.  

For a few fleeting moments - I thought of the damages with Hurricane Rita and all the trees and fencing I had lost.  Jess raced as fast as his arthritic knees would carry him to get a board to prop it up and a rope to tie it off with.  I roped the tree and he put the back end of the rope to my little truck and pulled the rope taut.  We were able to get the jammed saw from between the bottom and the top of the tree.   And, eventually, the tree fell where we needed it to.

As he is out cutting the limbs off and cutting the tree up to be hauled to the street, I have sat in amazement.  

We could have both been hurt badly.  With quick thinking - working together -  we were successful.

We stand tall as a tree when things are going well for us.  We sway with the seasons as the tree sways to the wind.  We are the tree that topples from side to side when things or people hurt us.  Depending on our strength depends on how we survive the storms of life.  

I think that life is a lot like that tree.  Just as we were cutting that tree's trunk close to the bottom, we get our knees knocked out from under us from time to time.  The rope we used, can be compared to God reaching His arms out to keep us from toppling and holding us taut.  Then, when we fall, God is there to hold us in His comforting, loving arms.  

Our Father may allow us to fall, but that is only to make us look UP and build that faith.  Life isn't down in the dumps, wallering in our past, constantly brow beating ourselves.... it is a faithful walk with God that leads us Home.  

Like the tree, we sway in the wind, but like the rope - God is always there holding us taut - and when we work God's plan in our lives - we are successful.  

Family Members

It's a sad day when families divide, especially when it is over lies, hate, discontent, jealousy - things that are trivial to when we get to where we are going - as in the "after life".

I have an Aunt who several years ago phoned to ask for forgiveness for something she had done.  As I told her, I forgave you long ago.  "I am asking for forgiveness, but I don't want to see you."

I've held that to be strange.  You ask for forgiveness then you still ex-communicate someone from your life who did nothing wrong in the first place.  Once again, I forgave.

This Aunt is dying.  She has cancer.  The chemotherapy is tough on her.  She isn't holding things down and now is getting a feeding tube.

I would love to go and hug her one last time while she is alive.  I would love to be able to "clean the slate" before she passes.  She was always a favorite Aunt to me, she still is - because I hold the memories of my childhood with her versus the ugly caused by someone other than she or I.

Instead, I pray - and I send cards to her.

Folks, life is just way too short for families to be divided.  The Bible states that the beginning of the end of time is when families divide.  I am not for certain that means God is coming again - but I do believe it means that when families divide - that is the end of that family.

I do have family members that I chose not to be around - if they came to my house - I wouldn't be rude nor bad to them - I just don't go see them nor do I go to places where they may be, because I do not chose to have their drugs, their lies, their schemes -around me.  I do not chose for a few to be my constant, nor infrequent, visitor - for my safety and the safety of my home.

We may not agree with family members - and that's okay - but to out and out cut them from your life if they were a part of it to begin with - well - that seems an awfully lonely path to have to follow and how will you explain that when you get to Heaven?

We are born into a family - but sometimes the friends become our family -so, in my eyes,  family is what we end up with in the end - blood or no blood.

Ya'll pass a good one!

I have published my second book! Yes indeed and I am so excited with it. The Four Little Kittens has now gone international! I've been able to read to children in classrooms, about to read to another school in Arkansas, and in June I am part of a reading program both in Beaumont and in San Augustine, Texas.

But the COOLEST thing - is teaching kids about "adjectives"! I recently had a class whom I had read to "write their own stories" after hearing about the kittens. To be an inspiration to a child and help expand their mind is one of the most awesome experiences I have had.

I can't wait to read to another group - and then - Timmy Goes To the Farm which is at the Editor's right now - should be out by summer! Come along for an adventure as I not only continue to pursue my career as a Private Investigator and Quilter, but also as a writer.

She Rides Again Sometimes you want to believe that people will change, that things "just happen" and that everyone learns from the mistake(s). A while back I went to New Mexico to pick up a lady I had gone to school with. She had text me, we had emailed, and we had chatted on the phone - mostly about her "depression and her abusive husband". Having lived in an abusive relationship, studied domestic violence abuse in college and for my Private Investigations job, and been certified as an expert in Domestic Violence - the "buzz words" she used were all perfect. We plotted and planned, I went and got her - and she didn't last a week. I think there's a blog posted after she left about it all, so there's really no need to go into it all now. Have you ever heard that "history repeats itself"? Well, sure enough in this situation - it has. She has a blog now. I didn't know about it - but happened to accidentally stumble on it. I sat there reading - the same story - all over again - in fact, here's what her blog said: "Natural..that's what I try to do. No, this isn't about going green. Not about using all organic and no deodorant. It's a way of life that I like to be--being just me; how God made me and what He intended for me. The definition of "natural", as Merriam-Webster defines as a noun: one having natural skills, talents, or abilities. Notice the word " perfect" isn't in the definition. This will be a different post and I hope that I don't lose any of you. I am about to have a major change in my life and I would ask that you join me on my new journey. So, I'm jumping right in with it and asking you for support, encouragement, positive comments that will aid any of us that have or is going through what I am about to. First a little background. I’ve been married for 31 years and have four grown children, six grandkiddo’s with a seventh on its way! I do love crafting, being outside, gardening, photography, my critters, my job at the craft store, sometimes cooking and once-in-a-great-while---cleaning the house. *smile* If I could see my grandkiddos, that would be at the tip-top of my list, but they all live out-of-state. I apologize deeply for not being consistent in posting. Some days are just too much, especially now. My emotions are taking a flip-flop run and I’m praying and staying focused on what I need to do for the next coming months. Marriage is hard. I’ve made some lu-lu of mistakes. I’m not perfect. But I love from the ends of my toenails and consider myself to be pretty darn loyal. I work hard. I like who I am. I like the things I do. I like to learn new things and am constantly reading books, etc. that teaches on bettering oneself, helping others, encouragement, positive attitude, and the like. But, it’s not what my husband wants. After 31 years, he has filed for divorce. No kiddos at home anymore. No sitting out on the porch with iced tea. No drives to the mountains. No more. Yep, we’ve had a bug-tussle of problems, arguments, sadness and disappointments in each other. He is a good guy and maybe one day we will both understand what went wrong. I’m not asking for sympathy—well, maybe a little. But I am going to focus on reaching out. I’m finding that divorce is maybe worse than losing a loved one—just my opinion. The reason is that you don’t lose them to Heaven’s gates where you won’t see them again here. You lose them as warm flesh, their smell, their being involved in your life. You’re not going to have that anymore. They are still here and you know it—you just can’t be a part of it anymore. So there it is--out in the open. I want to make this a journey that will be of help. I don’t want to face it alone either. So, my craft store job is working on getting counseling for me and will pay for it! God is so good on this. And what I learn, I would like to share and in hopes that if even one person is helped, we’ve all done a good thing. Because this may strike a heart-string chord with some, I ask that comments be gentle and positive. But, I do ask for comments. I am in the process of building my Stamping Business. I am mostly just a hobbyist, but with upcoming financial difficulties, I need to build to a business. I’ve taken some webinars, bought books, have another blog that will be started to be worked on and Stampin' Natural will be moved over when it is done. I will be a hit and miss until after July as he will stay with me until then and then he moves out of state. When he moves, I am preparing to hit my blogging hard. (My busy mind and hands will keep me going.) I've been also studying tutorials to use for ideas in the paper crafting and with stamps. Can't wait to get those together and show you new stuff! There will be some changes to this blog also as my Stamping Coach recommended but my focus is not this blog but the new one. When ready, I will give you the link to the new blog. I appreciate all of you. Some of you know me personally but didn’t know about the upcoming divorce. Maybe we will see each other and have some time to visit. Or if you see my husband, please say hello to him too. Follow along with me as we move toward a New Journey. Much love and hugs to you all" ,And, then she signs her name I was a little perturbed that she would try to scam someone else into believing that crock. So, I jotted her a message: "you are good is all I can say. This is the same line of crap you served me almost 2 years ago for me to come to NM to get you and bring you back to Texas. What you didn't tell everyone - is - this is the - uhm - HOW many times now that you've said this or ya'll have done this? And, you didn't mention that you have family that isn't in your corner - uhm - lies? Drama? If you are going to post - you best post honestly - because as far as I am concerned - you still owe me for the trip to go get you 18 months ago - I still have the texts, emails and putting them side be side this - they are exactly the same lies. I do hope you get counseling - you truly need it. And, after all the lies you told everyone about my household - they've come to realize YOU are the liar! I can hardly wait to serve you papers when you hit Texas in May." Now that probably wasn't very nice. And, I will probably have to do penance for that. I did pray about it - and, I believe, I did the right thing. Why should someone else have to go through the expense like I did. Why should she haunt someone else or upset someone else's home? I didn't do it to be mean, but to let her know - "You cannot continue to lie to the world and not be found." I understand that she is having an "internet love affair" with someone we went to school with, thus she is coming to her first class reunion - ever. That's after she has said "I hate those people, I never wanted to be around those people, there's no one there that I like - blah blah blah" So, she will be bringing her fake little self to the reunion, to meet up with her "internet lover". Friends who are lawyers say that "class reunions are the number 1 reason for divorces". I hope those who are lawyers among our group are there to pass out cards, I think there is at least one divorce on the horizon. I'm truly not trying to be ugly - but I also am truly tired of people like this abusing others - either through lies, drama, spite or meanness. I see this everyday in many of my clients - they never learned to be fair with the world or they never learned that the world doesn't owe them. We've all had some sort of rot in our lives - some more than others - but it doesn't mean that the world owes us - nor does it mean that you take advantage of the kindness of others. I feel for the poor fella who is involved. And, for a long time, I disdained her current husband, perhaps in all honesty, he needs an award for having put up with the drama, the hell and everything else that went with her for 31 years. I read Psalms 25 each day - and in the first couple of verses where it says "enemy" - I name my enemies - and this lady's name has been on a sheet of paper for a long time. I am going to continue to pray for my enemy - but God also gives us wisdom to warn a simpleton who doesn't realize he is about to be trapped in a snare like a bird. I wish she would seek help, or that her family or friends would have her committed to where she doesn't hurt herself nor anyone else. She is "stranger - danger" and anyone in the path - will be a victim. Pray for your enemies - but don't let them hurt others.

Christmas Eve - 2012

I'm being very nostalgic this morning. I should be making sandwiches and getting ready for friends to come for Jess' birthday party. Instead, I am sitting in front of the fireplace and listening to Christmas music - thinking of Christmas' past.

When I was younger, my grandparents lived out in the country - at the old Woollum Homestead. There wasn't running water, we used a well to get our drinking, cooking, and bathing water. We used a "chamber pot" to go to the bathroom at night or we hit the path for the outhouse. We had a smoke house, where, after the first frost a hog was killed and hanging. We went to the woods to cut our Christmas tree - some would say it was a Charlie Brown scraggy little tree.

My Maw would decorate it with her best of ornaments, we'd string popcorn and holly berries with the Morris girls across the highway.

Maw would bake for days ahead of time. Cousins, Aunts and Uncles would merge on the house Christmas eve. You could find 4-6 cousins piled under the covers of an old feather bed. Some slept on pallets on the floors. There was always room for one more.

Maw and Paw were loving and kind. Having Christmas at their house made everything even more special.

I cannot remember Christmas' that were any better or more special than those we shared with my grandparents. Cousins didn't fight, argue and be hateful to each other like now. There weren't divisions in the family like now - Maw or Paw would settle those very quickly.

I remember one of my most cherished gifts from Maw was a turtle shell, that she stuffed, made a head, legs and a tail for it. I kept that treasure for many years - until a cousin, Sherry Kay, broke into my house and stole it before going to prison. She stole a lot of material treasures that my Maw had given me - never to be seen of again.

But one thing is for certain - Sherry Kay didn't steal my memories of a loving, happy and Merry Christmas with my grandparents. So I suppose we all can learn that it isn't the gifts that we receive - but it's the love of family and friends shared and memories made which are the most important. Don't get me wrong, I would love to have my turtle and a few other things back so that I could pass them on to my grandchild. I just know that won't happen.

I miss Maw & Paw, especially at Christmas. Maw would read the birth of Christ while I sat in her lap, with a blanket over me, in front of the fire place. Maybe that's why today in front of my fireplace, the Christmas carols playing - I remember wonderful Christmas' past with happy thoughts and memories.

I miss you Maw & Paw and you know you always had my heart. Merry Christmas!