blessings...

Look what was nesting in the bush...a dove! It's beautiful. Well, both of my dad's cancer doctors say that they don't think the spot on his spine is cancer. I'm sure my medical terminology is lame, but it's the best I can do. They are going to watch it closely. He goes back in two months for another MRI. Every prayer lifted up on his behalf is greatly appreciated. It means more to me that you'll ever know. Even if I've never met you. Keep praying, and if I can pray for you, let me know.

prayer for healing...

This was to fulfill what was spoken through the prophet Isaiah: "He took up our infirmities and carried our diseases." Matthew 8:17

Have you ever been shaken to the core? So much so, that it physically hurts? The kind of hurt that makes you cry…really cry…an ugly cry. You know, like Diane Keaton in Something’s Gotta Give. That was me today. My mom called and said the doctors found a spot on my dad’s spine. I went to the prayer room at church. Mostly, just to have time to think and talk to God in a quiet place. On the way there, no sooner than the car door shut, it was on. The tears came, and they wouldn’t stop. I wailed a few times. I cried out to my Heavenly Father and asked him to heal my earthly father. He’s done it before. Two years ago, my dad was diagnosed with stage four head and neck cancer. God brought him through it.

In the prayer room, instrumental music plays softly. During my prayer, the words to the song that was playing came to me. I started whispering them.

He knows my name
He knows my every thought,
He sees each tear that falls
and hears me when I call

It was comfort when I needed it most. Please pray for him.

Confession: I've Got Skinny Legs...

You've got to listen to this! We had a guest speaker at church today, Wayne Cordeiro, a pastor from Hawaii. I had to keep wiping at my face to keep the tears away during the sermon. Finally, I couldn't fight them back any longer. I just bowed my head a bit so it wasn't quite so obvious tears were streaming down my cheeks. I've been running away from God lately. I justify it by telling myself I'm too busy to keep up with my daily devotional and Bible reading. I say I'll volunteer for another missions day the next time it comes around, and so on, and so on... I'm telling you, He was speaking to me today. And no, I'm not talking about Wayne Cordeiro. Click the link below and then click on the yellow circle with the picture of the t.v. When the media player pops up, it should start playing. If not, click on "The Divine Mentor" July 27, 2008. How do you use your pockets of energy? Today, I decided that I don't want skinny legs any more...

"The Divine Mentor"

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a little cajun fun...

A few months ago, we went to visit my sister and celebrate Alex's birthday. After the pool party, Seth had a crawfish boil at his house. It was sooo good...I love crawfish.


While the crawfish were boiling, we played a game...David says it must be a cajun thing. Have you ever played this game before? I don't even know what it's called! It consists of six washers and two homemade wooden boxes connected by a piece of rope. Whatever it is, it's fun!





Just add a little bit of Zataran's...


This is how you do it if you're not in the mood for a facial...


Guess what he got for his birthday? He's chasing Shelby around the yard and laughing so hard, he's about to pop a vein...




Look at the steam coming off that pile of crawfish! You can barely see Alex...

Francesca Battistelli...

This is the best...go to iTunes and listen to this girl. I love the songs Free To Be Me, I'm Letting Go, and My Paper Heart. And I thought my name was hard to spell...

summer...

We have spent several summer weekends doing this...pure, simple, no-frills fun!

love...

Look at Jordan. David loves his girls so much...I do too, but he just has an effortless way of showing unconditional love...sometimes it's hard for me to break out of "mom" mode and just roll with the moment...she's a seventh grader now. Are you wondering the same thing I am? Why is she fishing in flannel pajama pants and Sperrys in the middle of summer?

I'm Back!!!!!

I'm finally back after a self-imposed blogging ban! It didn't start out as such, but somewhere along the way, I decided to take a break from several things over the summer. This leads me to my question:

Do you have a place that is all your own...a place where you go for a little peace and quiet? A place where you read or think or just observe nature? Maybe it's a special spot in your house where you get up early and read your Bible. Maybe it's not so much a place as it is something you do, such as running or gardening. I have a spot that I go to whenever I need a little peace and quiet. I love it early in the morning and late in the afternoon. My green adirondack chair...I love to watch the birds, smell the herbs growing in the terra cotta pots, and think. Sometimes, I drink a Diet Coke and flip thru magazines for decorating ideas and recipes. Sometimes, I read my Bible and drink a cup of coffee. David has a hammock. That's also where the girls congregate with friends. I can't tell you how many times over the summer that I've looked out the kitchen windows to see girls swinging slowly in the hammock while talking and laughing. I often wonder what they're talking about. I think about how wonderful it is to be a child and how that one image so closely resembles the childhood I had. Do you have a spot to call your own or a certain thing you do to alleviate stress and retreat from the rat race we call life? If you don't, I encourage you to find one!