Mother’s Day me and the preacherman!

We cry a little, too!

On this special day set aside to honor our mothers I’d like to pay tribute to the many women who have come before us…. Matriarchs of our Faith, who have not only stood beside the men, but also walked boldly in the light of Gods calling on their own lives. Many of them we will never hear about, but all equally important.


Women like the prophetess Deborah, Rahab and Mary, the mother of Jesus. All of which had a specific job to do, a calling to do the work of God in the midst of extremely difficult times. 


What must it have been like to be chosen to do what had to be done, wondering if they should… or could…take the first step knowing there could be harsh consequences and I’m sure they cried a little too!

—-They were women, common and not worthy in a mans world……. 

But God…


We are more than conquerors, we are faithful and we count! 

Deborah had the plan, Rahab followed the plan… Mary was the plan!


So, just as these women were chosen to carry out the plans of God.. we too are called to be His hands and feet.. to reach out, to lead, to create, to serve. We women are also daughters, wives, mothers, sisters, friends but most of all we are fierce prayer warriors, followers of Jesus…we grieve, we rejoice and we cry a little too!



–For Mothers brave and strong, compassionate; full of wisdom and grace

    We give GOD thanks for you

–For Mothers vulnerable, worried and frustrated

    We encourage and pray for you

–For those who gave birth to their first child this year or their 4th

    We celebrate with you

–For those who have lost one of their precious babies…young or old …..Who have broken hearts

   We mourn with you

–For those struggling to raise children…alone…thru the struggles and pressures of life

   We reach out to you

–And for those who are empty nesters….we feel your loss…..but encourage You in the new life you have….finally….peaceful and quiet 

    We encourage you to live a little!

–For all the women who do not have children but help the rest of us to lead and teach and Guide these little ones…….

    We thank and appreciate you!

–For those Mothers who have felt the disappointment of distance and heart ache for the children who have left and never look back…….

    We sit with you and hold your hand

–For those Moms who are first time mothers or step mothers…figuring it out as you go, we walk with you through these complex paths


–To those who for whatever reason, placed children up for adoption, we commend your selfless heart And for those Mothers who adopted…..



And for those of us who hold our Mothers memories…..for Moms who will never know us again as we hold her hand and tell her goodbye and thank her for loving us……

   We know and feel your loss.


And on this day we celebrate our Women of God…Mothers


Don’t forget—we are women created in the image of GOD that give not just life…but abundant life. WE are caregivers, teachers, prophets…preachers…and leaders! Women who fight and struggle and pray and believe and we cry a little too, who have HOPE and Faith and the courage to face off any demons that would attempt to overtake our families….



For all the Moms and Women in their wide variety and many forms…. WE GIVE THANKS AND PRAISE TO GOD  


Happy Mothers Day, y’all!


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She was strong

It wasn’t long before I had figured it out – the true story about the about the bruises – when I had walked in and saw her crying, I should have known. It was a time of upheaval, not only for her, for all of us in our world and the world in general. She was a beautiful woman, and never deserved to be here. But here she was. This was proof of her strength, and even more her courage. The 1960’s made her come to realize that if life was going to be worth it, the it was up to her. She had the babies, at least that’s how she always saw her children, even if some were almost grown. It was left to her to stand up to what and who would attempt to take her down. And that just wasn’t happening.

She was beautiful, so pretty there was a jealousy among her sisters. Truth be told, even her mother seemed put out about it. Her auburn, wavy hair and crystal blue eyes were an unbeatable combo. And she had a smile for days. She had many dreams, a nurse or a teacher maybe. She wanted to help, but it all changed when she met him. Tall, dark and handsome. The best worst decision she would ever make. They loved fiercely and fought about the same way. Those first days were splendid and the life they led was bittersweet. He was a young Army private being sent away to a foreign country.

She managed with a heart longing for him. They had  married and he left her back with her parents. This was most painful since her Mother was a strong voice, constant and judgmental. Soon, she was a new mother, which made it so hard to be without him. The Army gave furloughs, but once they send overseas, it will be a while until they are together again. But she was strong, and tended where she was planted. They made their home in Army housing in different states. Soon there would be another baby. Then to Germany. Korea was hard….Her heart was full, but his was tormented, knowing that his beauty was back home without him. The struggle to believe whether or not she was faithful weighed on his mind, which began the fear in his heart. Proud men languish with crazy thoughts that can ruin lives. He soon would return back home.

Then began years of painful fights, jealousy, alcoholism, fists and of course, pride. She stood up to him. She loved him so much, just as he did her. But his fear of losing her was overbearing and he acted out. She was the one who felt the brunt of it all. Yet, she kept strong, raised her children and fought the great fight, believing that it would change. He was not her enemy; the drugs and alcohol were the real culprits. He would not stop, and eventually loved it more than her. This was the saddest part. Because he loved her so much and was a sweet man, full of life, smart and multitalented in so many areas of life. They were the most beautiful couple and everyone loved them. But it wouldn’t last.

The day she knew would be the last day for them, she knew it would never change. She had to protect herself as well as her babies. He was not going to take care of her and the kids. He went too far, threatened too much, forbid one time too many. It was time to take the leap. This was 1969 and you don’t just leave. But he left, eventually into the arms of another. She was left to pick up the pieces, feel the shame, and know the hurt it caused the kids. She took the blame around everyone; they wouldn’t listen anyway. Their self-imposed judgement was mis-directed, even among her own family. But she kept her head about her, went to work, relocated, took every job she could. I missed her.

“We are women hear us roar” was our mantra. Vietnam was raging on the left. It troubled our hearts every hour of every day. The one who was now the man of the house was there. We prayed for God to keep him safe… He did!! Hard work was on the right. Never underestimate the power of a women scorned. She taught us all, and it served us well until it didn’t… until our lives turned out hard. Time to bare down and move forward. She taught me how to re-create and start over. Her legacy is one of fortitude, never giving up and “you can’t tell the good guys by the white hats!” (a direct quote) I wish I was more like her, sometimes, but at other times, I’m more like my dad. That’s ok too; he wasn’t all bad. I was fortunate. I met a man who changed me and loved me, both unconditionally. That made my life take a different turn… for the better. I’m not a statistic; I broke the mold. I’m grateful for my heritage, yet even more thankful for my future. She made me stronger. Thank you Mom.

I’ve got a secret🤫

I have known for many years the scripture that states… “be sure your sins will find you out” Numbers 32:33… and it has been a forcefield  about my mind and heart to remind me to NOT do/say what I would not want repeated or put in the spotlight. This practice has kept me safe… most days… unless I break my code and spill out my private views or actions, then the repentance begins, (vicious cycle!) plenty of “I’m sorry’s” to go around. Never a good plan! Today I watched a story on Sunday Morning on CBS, (  (google it!)that struck me as helpful to those of us who have a sorted past or secrets that abide in our hearts, needing, wanting, wishing for exposure without the fear of incrimination. The piece was about a man who years ago worked as a suicide counselor and over time he realized that people held tight the info that torments them, so hard for them to “come clean” and reveal what hurt them. These secrets left covered up eat at us, they hold us hostage and if only we would let them go, healing would begin. So he was inspired to create postcards, blank ones with his return address for random people to write their “secrets” down and mail them in. Such freedom and release in such a simple act. But who knew this first, who knew that if only we would keep a short list of “errors” and not keep all that in; the things we say in our heads… in our hearts, whether it’s actually sin or not, sometimes it’s just a attitude or a hurt that we’ve let hold us back. God knew and knows that we are gonna think those thoughts and hold that pain but HE has given us the avenues to rid ourselves of this torture.

Allowing HIM to keep our secrets; telling the one who really already knows them, strengthens our relationship to HIM and with ourselves. I also think this was a creative way to help people deal with their stuff… the struggle is real and if this helps then all the better. I usually journal, when I’m mad and when I’m sad… and once I write it I let it go! It’s like a prayer, I even write my prayers and it’s super helpful to me.. heck I may even write a secret and send it to this guy, but I’m comforted in knowing that before I could write it down and send it off, the Lords already heard it, knows it and working it out for my good. That is a peace like no other! Just unload it and allow ourselves to live in freedom. Like un forgiveness, it only hurts me when I don’t forgive… so like I said.., keep a short list with GOD, don’t let ourselves get caught up in a push me pull you(Dr.Doolittle reference there) that ultimately ends up not helping anyone. Only stagnant waters.. swampy and full of slimy stuff!

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A Good Day

The street I drive down nearly each day has a good end and a dodgey end. The last two blocks are… well, without judging, appear to be sketchy. But at the very end there is a home with the sweetest yard. It is the bright sunshine at the end of the street and it makes me smile each time I pass by.

When I worked early in the morning, I would drive past and at 7:30 in the morning there the little lady would be, weeding, planting, mowing her sweet little yard. It brought me comfort, it felt like home because I could visualize my own Mom out in her yard working hard to cultivate her beautiful flowers. She, my Mom, grew the prettiest Zinnias, a old fashioned flower that I rarely see anymore but they attract butterflies and bees which is really the purpose I assume but they sure are lovely…. besides making me smile of course. She always grew them at my beloved farm and they were a staple in her garden along with roses, iris and marigolds as well as varied climbing vines. I miss her flowers…. I miss her.

Today I was going home and this sweet lady was out in her yard at 2:00 in the afternoon which seemed late in the day for her, she was near the street so I decided to stop, not wanting to startle her but to tell her how beautiful her yard always is. I let her know how I enjoy her yard and she seemed tickled I stopped. I told her I lived at the other end (the “non-dodgey” end!) and I pass by nearly every day and it reminds me of my Moms yard. She was quick to humbly tell me thank you and that it keeps her busy. She said she rather have her flowers before she dies…I concur! She told me she is 90 years old!!!

I am humbled by her energy and work ethic… WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE! She was so kind, I told her we moved here 4 years ago to this little bedroom community and my preacherman Pastors a church nearby. She seemed happy to meet me and I just was honored to know her. She let me know her daughters told her to stay busy after she retired from her factory job (factory jobs are hard work by the way) so she works on her yard, everyday like a master Gardner, in this wee town that seems like time forgot on some days. She seems not bothered by the sketchy types that live just a few doors down, I’d guess she’s lived in the same house her whole married life. She was there first. There was no mention of her husband and I assume he’s already taken his rest. She didn’t seem sad or lonesome or at all bothered by all the work, it keeps her young, obviously. (Ahhh that’s the secret!) no wonder I’m achy, I’m lazy! (Like I didn’t know already)

We had a nice chat and I left her there, in her oasis on the end of the street. I’m reminded how much I love flowers, how terrible I am at growing them, that gene escaped me and was given to my two older sisters, they are really good at it also. I’m not like my Mom, I’m not creative that way, but I found out that my Aunt Rene, which was my Dads last Sister to die, must be where I get my bent from. She passed away last week. She was a good women, her son was what I thought the funniest person I knew( when I was little) Andy was always sweet to me. The preacherman eventually beat him out of that category. Unknown by me, she was a great artist, a painter… I wish I had known this info along time ago. I would have loved to talked to her about it… to see all her artwork… talk her out of a piece? She was also 90 years old, she was an artist and a avid bowler.. who knew…?…once again..WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE! Lordy I think I’m to pay attention… ok Lord I get it.

The time is short.. I feel that, the world is spinning so fast and the time that we have here is slipping away, I am not an amazing artist, I do love to create art, and if I never pick up another paint brush I’d be sad. But I do admire anyone who lives life with such great significance and joy. My Aunt was a sweetheart always smiling, she loved the Lord and I wish I had been able to speak to her about that also, this little lady at the end of the street is important and a necessary component in the beauty of our world, like my Mom, they create a world of magic with seeds, soil and water. Not as simple as it sounds and they appear to take it in stride.

If for no other reason but to remind me to make an effort, I appreciate the talents and fortitude of the older generation, without them I’m not sure if anything will get done. We will miss them when they all are gone, in my family I am quickly becoming the older generation, too much pressure for this chicken! But even so, I’ll work on my legacy..whatever it will be. I’ll continue to grow where I’m planted.. sure do wish I had that green thumb!