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I am an ARTIST….a writer….lover of Daisies and Trees and more oops almost forgot.. the wife of a wonderful preacherman!

Like a toothache!

LIFE,

Sitting back at the dentist’s office once again — only three days after my ginormous tooth extraction. The pain was/is constant, which reminds me why the phrase, “hurts like a toothache!” was coined. Boy ‘o boy this is awful. Besides the fact I think he gave me six different pokes with the Novocain needle which in itself was more than I could take, okay the worst was over. Pop that puppy out and let’s leave! But NO! Let’s dig and dig and drill and all sorts of terrible noises! Only after forty-five minutes of this I have packing and four stitches! AUGH!

Who actually wants to grow up and be a dentist? Must be a sickness to withstand the hatred that us common folks have for their chosen profession. My fragile heart could never do it– have so many folks dread even the thought of me.

So he finishes the job — numb, I am for hours. Lord I despise that gauze they put in there. I am a gag looking for a place on most days anyway, weird smells and all. I spend the day on pain meds and all the grossness of tooth extraction. By the next day I think I may live only to get twelve more hours down the road and OWIE! The pain in my jaw!

“I put four stitches in so we won’t need to worry about a dry socket,” he states as I am comforted. The very words are nasty to hear I think. Whew, good news though. Which brings me to this morning and after a night of up and down, pain and sleep deprived, I make the call. Humiliated, I am whinny — probably just a big baby! They tell me to show up in an hour. I feel awful. Now I gotta go back only to find out my worst fear — the dreaded dry socket.

Okay I may just hurl thinking or even writing about it. So he washes and pokes and smears some more nasty stuff in there, more gaggy gauze. Come back tomorrow!

WHAT!

So what was wrong! I had stitches! That’s not fair!! Grrrrr!

He hoped he had kept it clear of that but no. It happened anyway, oh joy! No wonder I hurt.

Dang, I had four C-sections, I am tough. No Sir-e-e! This is the ultimate pain. No truer phrase has ever been coined — hurts like a toothache!

All I need now is the bunny ear bandage wrapped around my head!

…..she’s leaving

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…..she’s leaving.

…..she’s leaving

LIFE

I have a song in my heart but it’s not one of joy, its of sadness.

Today, a beautiful young woman made a step in a new direction with her life.

I am not so sure it was the right one but it is her decision — a move far away from home.

The Beatles sang it best — “she’s leaving home, bye-bye”! Such sadness in the lyrics and makes me cry when I hear it but today especially! That’s my girl. “We gave her most of our lives.” The song is a haunting reference for us moms and dads who watch their children fly away like baby chicks out of the nest.

I am not sad actually for her to leave, it is for everyone to find their place in the world but if she was more prepared, etc. it would feel better. Being my only girl, it feels worse. She is bright and smart and smart-mouthed like her mom! And has my whole heart wrapped up in those blue eyes.

It’s hard when you see yourself in your children, like your life passing before your eyes only without any control, like a roller coaster out of control. I do know that she is protected by the Lord and HE will be there when I can’t. This is all I have to fall back on and I am thankful it is because really it is all I need.

If I have not conveyed the point well enough, let me say aloud — I miss my girl — and so does our scruffy dawg! He will sit at the bottom of the steps and watch for her return, patiently keeping his post for the day she steps back in sight, when he sees her blonde hair come up the stoop. He will be there with his first alert — the shrill bark of a longtime friend.

And right behind him her Daddy and I will be there waiting too!

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Oh poor Spring!

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Poor spring!

Here you are coming out all over the place, only to probably be zapped in the face with wintertime!

Here in the South this happens. We fear the dreaded snow and ice and power outages and “black ice!” and when it doesn’t happen, slowly but surely spring starts showing it’s pretty face. First on the scene are the teeny, tiny little crocus, so small they are looked over. Tough kids they are, they peek out even when there is snow and always a signal of more to come.

Next up are the “yep I’m here” buttercups! S-o-o beautiful! I am astonished at their beauty. I so love them. They make me happy. Not to be confused with the happiest flowers on earth, my beloved Daisy! Yet nearly as Great. Every year those precious bulbs force themselves up thru the ground to become the vibrant yellow jewels of spring.

I have been tempted more than once to jump out of the car and “borrow” some! There is a field near my home that is full with rows and rows of these special flowers, which reminds me of the ones at my old home place on the farm. Such sweet memories. I actually, if the truth be known, did borrow a handful from The Great Smokey Mountains National Park about thirty years ago!

It was the first time my new husband took me through Cades Cove and there they were – loads of them. I couldn’t help myself! My hubs was driving the getaway car and you could only go about ten miles an hour! Some thief! Back then I could nearly run faster. Pre-childbirth and might I mention four kids and before mom jeans! I was still in my Calvin Kleins for pete’s sake. Needless to say a VERY long time ago! So yes, I have stolen from a National Park, I am not proud which reminds me not to stop on the side if the road and snatch the pretty spring wake up calls!

Actually I only want to spare them from a sure death because we never get away with an early spring — that keeps. It will snow or frost or freeze the little cups and saucers. (Willie Wonka visual.) Shrivel them up. Sad little joyous flowers. So, poor Spring, you are fun while you last and when you actually come to stay awhile, short as it will be because summer will slam us, zipping to 98 degree’s immediately!

AUGH, it’s the circle of life. One that never gets easier the older I get. Just tryin’ to enjoy the ride!

P.S.: I did snatch the beautiful pic from a friend of some TENNESSEE buttercups. We have the best!

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….a day!

LIFE

Funny how things work out… You spend half a day looking for a car title that you know for sure you have in your possession only to still not find… Lose the sale of the vehicle because of the “lost” title only to get a call later in the night from a family member whose transmission just spilled out all over the road. He needs transportation, gotta be at work in the morning this guy can’t seem to catch a break and keep it for very long! But, thank the Lord we still had a vehicle he could use. Funny how that happened! Well, not being a mechanic…we know all the fluid is gone…spraying everywhere, is it a hose or the whole shootin’ match? I have no idea, this vehicle, Big Blue… Has been on it’s last leg and in the realm of grace on the best day….. it comes as no surprise. And of course he just put his last thirty bucks of gas in! Oh boy! The obvious part is that I didn’t sell the car because he needed us to still have it, tonite! Wow Lord, what are you up too? Are you listening to this family members prayers and not ours? Nope, I know the answer.. You provided for us and now we are able to provide because of you, to him. Elementary my dear Watson! I could do without so much late night drama though! So goes another day in the life of this preacherswife….the more I know the less I know, sometimes I think this life is one big serendipity day with a splash of kowinkie dink! Geeeez!

….a day!

LIFE

Funny how things work out… You spend half a day looking for a car title that you know for sure you have in your possession only to still not find… Lose the sale of the vehicle because of the “lost” title only to get a call later in the night from a family member whose transmission just spilled out all over the road. He needs transportation, gotta be at work in the morning this guy can’t seem to catch a break and keep it for very long! But, thank the Lord we still had a vehicle he could use. Funny how that happened! Well, not being a mechanic…we know all the fluid is gone…spraying everywhere, is it a hose or the whole shootin’ match? I have no idea, this vehicle, Big Blue… Has been on it’s last leg and in the realm of grace on the best day….. it comes as no surprise. And of course he just put his last thirty bucks of gas in! Oh boy! The obvious part is that I didn’t sell the car because he needed us to still have it, tonite! Wow Lord, what are you up too? Are you listening to this family members prayers and not ours? Nope, I know the answer.. You provided for us and now we are able to provide because of you, to him. Elementary my dear Watson! I could do without so much late night drama though! So goes another day in the life of this preacherswife….the more I know the less I know, sometimes I think this life is one big serendipity day with a splash of kowinkie dink! Geeeez!

Boo hoo blog!

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Are you kidding me!?

What is the deal with the drastic ups and downs of this blog?

It is not a power surge. It is despair and agony that manifests itself with stats (see all the bad stuff in life leads directly back to Math!), as if life couldn’t get more of a bummer!

Actually life is doing okay. I mean, not winning any lotteries here, though we have been crazy blessed lately so I may need to buy a ticket!! Could be a lucky spell. Thankfully i don’t believe in luck. That would just be one more thing I would have to feel left out over.

Kinda like being picked for red rover way back when and I was picked last. I was little and shrimpy and I actually cried over my slight stature. Typical! Would to God I was slight in stature now. “She’s pretty for a fat girl!” I assume they say. This I ponder wishing all my pondering would burn calories!

So I guess that I would rather have a blessed life and a boo hoo blog!

That is if I had to choose . . .

Big cross


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How big is your cross? What a question huh? Who do I think I am asking something like that?

Just thinking out loud here. Is the cross I have to bear anything to whine about in the light of the man who actually did give his life on that real cross? Uh, that would be a big fat NO! Yet it is still mine and with that in mind my question is, when am I going to get past it?

Thinking out loud here but sometimes my cross seems as big as this huge one in the picture — like an albatross around my neck, never seemingly able to shake it. Probably because I am my own worse enemy. I am usually the one who gets myself in a pickle. What is the fear, or the fret that keeps holding me back?

These are the times that cause me to question my decisions from the past, just yesterday I was reminded of a graphics job I turned down (stupid! stupid! stupid!) but in my own defense it was before we moved to Nashville four years ago. I got scared. Lost my nerve. I had a huge family to move, had no place to move to yet, and it seemed too daunting. They were even going to give me time off to move. Grrrrr! What was I thinking?

At the time I felt it would be too much and I also hoped we could survive on one income but considering the cost of living in the big city — WRONG! So now I am second-guessing myself, which is self-destructive of course. But as any good worry wart does, true to form, I am wondering what if?

I suppose the wise thing to say is “silly thang! Ya wanna turn into a pillar of salt?” No!

So okay, I ask God to be in control of my life. So he knew what I needed to do. So what’s all the hub bub about?

Just me needing to remind myself, though my cross looks huge it pales in comparison.

New girl

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Today I was honored to be a witness to a miracle in the making. One that a year ago was only a pipe dream. The system works and I would have been the last one who would have been a believer.

A young girl on a road of self-destruction found her way to a life, not a new life but finally, A life. Up to this point she seemed to be traveling at the speed of sound in the wrong direction — mostly because of people who were themselves sick. Thankfully, the walls came crashing down and some amazing people came to her rescue, to help her build a bridge towards a life of freedom. A new girl she truly has become.

Congrats to those servants who heed the call to give their time and heart to all the weak in spirit. Your mercy endures and gives strength to the fallin’ ones. Thank you for all you do.

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Payin’ it forward…

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About the time ya start to think the days of pondering the next dreary moment is going to be the high lite of your day, out of the blue (code for GOD) something happens to reveal how much HE really does love you and has the ability to refresh even the worst of days.

This has been the turn of events for me these past few days when my hopes were dashed in the joyous times of a new appliance. Silly of course for most folks, something breaks, go buy a new one. For me it has never been that simple and not blaming anyone but myself, actually not even blaming myself. I make no apologies for the life choices I have made. I promise when it is all said and done — I won!

There is no replacing the moments and days and years of joys and the sorrows (she says with a grimace!) that I have enjoyed over the past many years. That fancy career I am still waiting for hasn’t shown up yet….hmmm maybe it has?

But anyways, a big item like an appliance is BIG in our house. Only to be compared to the time long ago when our family, I was probably about four or five years old, got a phone in our home (on the farm). Not sure if the cool part was the big black telephone or the South Central Bell worker man who came to install it.

We didn’t have many strangers back then show up at the farm. Interesting for a bunch of kids who hovered around waiting for this link to the outside world or at least the latest party line. Jeez this really dates me….ugh!

So after my current dilemma with the three revolving fridges, I felt comforted by the fact I did end up with a brand new one at the same price as the “open-boxed” (code for used junk) one.

I had to channel my inner Ramona for that one. Ramona is my sis in law who passed a few short months ago at a too young age, but only after many years of teaching me how to get things done — and boy could she! By now she would have already been given stock in that large retail outlet. Relentless was her name and getting satisfaction was her game, or mission in life! When she was ever done wrong by a store. She is my new alter ego in my Sybil-esque life I lead. This was a common joke between us two, our Sybil-esque lives. We had to have a “getaway” in our life of raising kids and husbands!

Back to the point, I now have a new fridge and it is glorious, and given to us by a great friend. A new (used from a new home, way newer than mine, stainless steel) Dishwasher!!! It was installed by another great man and friend and bless his heart it took him a while. The old one wasn’t even grounded, which means, um, I don’t really know except he said we should have been electrocuted by now! Good to know!

So it was a process and he was so sweet and patient and would not take a dime for his labor. People really do stuff like that these days? Wow! BUT — drum roll please — get this news!!! This kind man who installed the beautiful dishwasher, which I love as much as the new fridge, who by the way works for a fancy appliance place in a fancy part of town here in Nashville, who I know he is not wealthy (in financial riches, well I think?) but is very wealthy in godly riches as well as his wife, had a BRAND NEW STAINLESS STEEL OVEN DELIVERED TODAY!!!!!!!!!! O.M.G. Can anyone out give GOD?20120214-140807.jpg

Nope and I am humbled and a little embarrassed about the kindness and generosity of this family to us. This was a random act of kindness on top of the already done kindness and it just blows me away!!! No words are grand enough to express my thankfulness and the crazy part is we got two more words of great news from two of our kids that will totally change the future of one of them which is a direct gift from GOD! Proof, as if I needed it, that HE does take care of his servants. And I can not even fathom the extent of what this miracle will do for my child. Praise the Lord!

Now for all the people who are under the covers afraid to even lift their heads out, I feel the pain, that is me. I have a knee jerk reaction most days to do the same thing. And it wasn’t a week or so ago I was there? I am not a woman of extraordinary faith. I am frail and weak when it comes to that gifting. I am the mother of four kids (that alone can kill you!) and a wife (strike two) and a preacher’s wife (bullseye!) so I should’ve been dead a long time ago. I am as whiny and crybaby as the next guy. I fail myself and God daily and I get as frustrated and bored and defeated and anyone else. BUT I do know from where my redemption comes.At the end of the day, I have a true sense of freedom in the knowledge that I am not the one running this pop stand. That is all I need.

My need to control everything around me falls to the ground in the light of HIS love for me. And sometimes hearing of other people’s blessings can be offensive and hurts even worse, even when I put on my big girl pants and not let it make me envy. Yep, sometimes I do envy — for a minute — I am human to the MAX!

I have to testify to the fact that even when I may not be the best at handling life, HE is the best at handling me and my life and for that I will always be HIS. I thank God for my life, my husband, my kids and for the people who HE has out there to love me back.

You know who you are and I pray blessings back to you. You have paid it forward, as I will continue to also.

 

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