Merry Christmas everyone! What a wonderful day it is! Looking around the world with so much focus on Santa Clause, and the gifts and lights and trees makes me want to stop in the middle of the mall and say, 'People, don't you know what this is really all about?!' Everywhere you go, people are saying 'Season's Greetings'. Well when I hear that, I have to answer back, 'And a Merry Christmas to you!' Without the birth of our Savior there wouldn't be a Christmas at all and people so often forget that.
We had church this morning and what a sweet service! I had people asking me this week, 'You're actually having church on Christmas?!' Well of course! It's Jesus' birthday! What better time to go to church and tell Him thank you for coming and being the ultimate sacrifice for me? Sometimes I feel so small to think that the God of Glory came in flesh just so that I could have eternal life.
This morning in church Sister Kelly Boggs sang a song that I had forgotten about but I remembered loving it a few years ago. I'm going to include some of the words here because it says so much more than I could ever say.
The wonder of wonders as she looked down and smiled.
He was her maker as well as her child.
He created the womb that had given Him birth.
He was God incarnate come down to the earth.
The wonder of wonders, Oh how could it be,
That God became flesh and was given for me?
The Almighty came down and walked among men.
The wonder of wonders, He died for my sins.
And what a wonder it is that before I was ever born, He knew my name, and He knew that I was going to sin so He came and gave His life that I could be forgiven.
Let's not forget the real reason for why we celebrate this day! God bless you all.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Happy Birthday, Leah!
Yesterday my baby girl turned 21. It seems like only a day or so ago that she was being brought home from the hospital. Weighing in at 7 pounds 6 ounces, she was the smallest one of our girls. A head full of honey blonde hair and the sweetest little personality from day one.
We had been through a miscarriage almost a year before she was born, and for those who have been there, you know that it is one of the most trying times emotionally that you ever go through. Alot of times we have wondered if that baby was the boy we never had. But every time we think of that dark time we have to remember that if we had kept that baby we probably never would have had Leah, and what a wonderful blessing she has been! She was just like sunshine for Mommy and Daddy after suffering our loss. Didn't take much to make her smile. Just look in her direction and her face would light up.
Now she's all grown up and a mom to a beautiful little girl that has a personality much like her mom's. We had them all here for Thanksgiving and got to love on little Ella a little bit. Don't get to do that near as often as we would like. :(
Just want to say to Leah, we are so proud of the young lady you have become. You are a wonderful wife and mother and we love you so very much. We were truly blessed by God the day that he sent "Mom's Little Bomb" to us on Pearl Harbor Day.
Love you Leah! Happy Birthday!
We had been through a miscarriage almost a year before she was born, and for those who have been there, you know that it is one of the most trying times emotionally that you ever go through. Alot of times we have wondered if that baby was the boy we never had. But every time we think of that dark time we have to remember that if we had kept that baby we probably never would have had Leah, and what a wonderful blessing she has been! She was just like sunshine for Mommy and Daddy after suffering our loss. Didn't take much to make her smile. Just look in her direction and her face would light up.
Now she's all grown up and a mom to a beautiful little girl that has a personality much like her mom's. We had them all here for Thanksgiving and got to love on little Ella a little bit. Don't get to do that near as often as we would like. :(
Just want to say to Leah, we are so proud of the young lady you have become. You are a wonderful wife and mother and we love you so very much. We were truly blessed by God the day that he sent "Mom's Little Bomb" to us on Pearl Harbor Day.
Love you Leah! Happy Birthday!
Friday, October 21, 2011
Time at the Hospital
Spent the last two days at the hospital. Not sure how many more there will be. When you get in a place like that you want to have a big pity party and say, 'Lord, why is this happening to me?' We have had a very stressful time for the past year with my mom being sick, Dad being in and out of the hospital, and my husband having a stay in the hospital. From the end of October to the end of February I spent 6 weeks in Oklahoma. 6 weeks in 4 months taking care of Mom, then for the funeral, then for a new grandbaby :)
Things seemed like they were finally getting back to normal, and then my husband ended up back in the hospital again. He was upset that he was missing revival, and that he's off work. And most of you know that hospitals are pretty depressing places to be.
Came home last night and couldn't sleep thinking about him up there, and just sort of feeling sorry for myself and him in general. Go back up and spend the day today and as I was leaving this afternoon to come home and take a shower, I was talking to a lady that her husband is on the same floor. We were talking about the doctors and nurses up there and how good they have been. Her husband has been there since Sunday. We didn't come in until yesterday. If everything goes good, we may be coming back home tomorrow, and he may be back at work Monday or Tuesday. Her husband has the same infection as mine, but because it got too bad before they made it to the hospital, he is having his foot taken off tomorrow.
Just when you think things are bad, you find out that they could be much worse. I am so thankful that God is mindful of us and He sends little reminders that let us know that He is still there taking care of us.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Happy Birthday to my wonderful dad!
Yesterday, my dad turned 75 years old. As I thought about him on his birthday, it made me so thankful that God put such a wonderful example in my life. He started pastoring a little church in NOrman, Oklahoma when I was 2 years old, and stayed in that same church until after I was married. Almost 21 years he was there. Then moved to Mulberry, Kansas and pastored a church there for 13 years. He pastored others before I was born, but those are the two that I remember.
I remember him working a full time job, and then coming home tired and having to visit the hospital or other things that pastors do. Also he always raised a big garden because there was six children, and they needed to save money on groceries. If he wasn't visiting the hospitals or something related to church in the evenings, he was always out there in that garden.
He started having heart problems in his forties, and we honestly thought we would never get to see him get old. In and out of the hospital, surgery after surgery.
Sixteen years ago, we had a fortieth anniversary party for him and mom because we never thought dad would live to see the fiftieth. Now much to our surprise, sixteen years later, dad's still here and mom's the one that's gone.
Dad was one who trusted the Lord for alot of things. I've seen him carry a burden so great that he would almost stagger with the weight of it. But he knew how to pray things through.
Once when I was a child, he was worried with something and decided to go on a fast. He had nothing to eat for 23 or 24 days. I will never forget that. He was so weak he could hardly stand, but the Lord came through and answered his prayer.
Now that i'm older, and looking back on things, I realize that there's alot of times I could have probably made his life alot easier, but as a teenager, you don't look at things the right way.
I'm just so thankful that God gave him to me, and I know the last few months have been really rough on him but he has shown unbelievable strength through it all and I love him.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
I remember him working a full time job, and then coming home tired and having to visit the hospital or other things that pastors do. Also he always raised a big garden because there was six children, and they needed to save money on groceries. If he wasn't visiting the hospitals or something related to church in the evenings, he was always out there in that garden.
He started having heart problems in his forties, and we honestly thought we would never get to see him get old. In and out of the hospital, surgery after surgery.
Sixteen years ago, we had a fortieth anniversary party for him and mom because we never thought dad would live to see the fiftieth. Now much to our surprise, sixteen years later, dad's still here and mom's the one that's gone.
Dad was one who trusted the Lord for alot of things. I've seen him carry a burden so great that he would almost stagger with the weight of it. But he knew how to pray things through.
Once when I was a child, he was worried with something and decided to go on a fast. He had nothing to eat for 23 or 24 days. I will never forget that. He was so weak he could hardly stand, but the Lord came through and answered his prayer.
Now that i'm older, and looking back on things, I realize that there's alot of times I could have probably made his life alot easier, but as a teenager, you don't look at things the right way.
I'm just so thankful that God gave him to me, and I know the last few months have been really rough on him but he has shown unbelievable strength through it all and I love him.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
Saturday, July 9, 2011
My Beautiful Mother
Welcome to my blog. I'm new at this so bear with me please.
Just made a trip to Oklahoma and seen my mother's headstone for the first time. It really got me thinking alot about heaven. For those of you who knew my mother, you know she was a quiet woman. Didn't have a whole lot to say in church but I wanted to share something that happened with her. We found out on September 15, 2010 that Mom had cancer of the pancreas. This is a very fast working cancer, and we knew our time was very short. The Drs said probably 2-3 months. Mom lasted 4 1/2 months. In November, my brother called me and told me that he thought I had better come home. It looked like Mom was going. I flew in and stayed almost 3 weeks. Toward the end of the time I was there, Mom got to the point that she didn't know any of us, and she wasn't responding at all. On a Sunday afternoon, Brother Tommy Tolliver came to pray for Mom and the Holy Ghost was so strong in that room. Very refreshing after a long, hard week. Before he left, he decided to sing with her. He sang for a little bit, and my sister tapped me on the arm and said, "Listen." We looked down, and Mom was singing. She was pointing toward Heaven and singing "When we all get to Heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be." We couldn't believe it because she hadn't responded to us in several days. When she was done, she went back to sleep.
I had to come on home, and a few weeks later in January, my sister called me and told me she wished I could have been there that night. The church had come to pray for Mom, and this time she hadn't eaten in almost 5 weeks. She was very weak and couldn't even roll herself over in bed. She didn't know anyone, even my Dad. After the church prayed, they said she opened her eyes and started talking about seeing a mansion. They asked her what it looked like and she said, "It's the most beautiful home you've ever seen. The flowers are so bright and pretty, and the streets are gold!" A little while later, she looked at the end of the bed, and said, "Who's that standing there?" My brother said, "Mom, we don't see anyone." She said, "He's opening the book." My brother-in-law said, "Mom, who is it that's opening the book?" She said, "It's Jesus!" Then she that hadn't even been able to roll herself over in bed sat straight up and raised her hands toward heaven. Tears rolling down her cheeks, and they said it looked like 20 years fell off of her. My brother said she looked so young and healthy. She began crying out, "WE MADE IT, WE MADE IT, WE MADE IT!" They asked her, "Mom, what are you seeing?" She said, "I see my name, and the names of every one of my children in that book!"
Makes me know for sure and for certain that heaven is real! I've always been taught and believed that somewhere there was a heaven, but sometimes God just gives us a little something extra to give us a little push.
You don't know how awesome the feeling is to know that she saw my name!
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Just made a trip to Oklahoma and seen my mother's headstone for the first time. It really got me thinking alot about heaven. For those of you who knew my mother, you know she was a quiet woman. Didn't have a whole lot to say in church but I wanted to share something that happened with her. We found out on September 15, 2010 that Mom had cancer of the pancreas. This is a very fast working cancer, and we knew our time was very short. The Drs said probably 2-3 months. Mom lasted 4 1/2 months. In November, my brother called me and told me that he thought I had better come home. It looked like Mom was going. I flew in and stayed almost 3 weeks. Toward the end of the time I was there, Mom got to the point that she didn't know any of us, and she wasn't responding at all. On a Sunday afternoon, Brother Tommy Tolliver came to pray for Mom and the Holy Ghost was so strong in that room. Very refreshing after a long, hard week. Before he left, he decided to sing with her. He sang for a little bit, and my sister tapped me on the arm and said, "Listen." We looked down, and Mom was singing. She was pointing toward Heaven and singing "When we all get to Heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be." We couldn't believe it because she hadn't responded to us in several days. When she was done, she went back to sleep.
I had to come on home, and a few weeks later in January, my sister called me and told me she wished I could have been there that night. The church had come to pray for Mom, and this time she hadn't eaten in almost 5 weeks. She was very weak and couldn't even roll herself over in bed. She didn't know anyone, even my Dad. After the church prayed, they said she opened her eyes and started talking about seeing a mansion. They asked her what it looked like and she said, "It's the most beautiful home you've ever seen. The flowers are so bright and pretty, and the streets are gold!" A little while later, she looked at the end of the bed, and said, "Who's that standing there?" My brother said, "Mom, we don't see anyone." She said, "He's opening the book." My brother-in-law said, "Mom, who is it that's opening the book?" She said, "It's Jesus!" Then she that hadn't even been able to roll herself over in bed sat straight up and raised her hands toward heaven. Tears rolling down her cheeks, and they said it looked like 20 years fell off of her. My brother said she looked so young and healthy. She began crying out, "WE MADE IT, WE MADE IT, WE MADE IT!" They asked her, "Mom, what are you seeing?" She said, "I see my name, and the names of every one of my children in that book!"
Makes me know for sure and for certain that heaven is real! I've always been taught and believed that somewhere there was a heaven, but sometimes God just gives us a little something extra to give us a little push.
You don't know how awesome the feeling is to know that she saw my name!
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