A Touch of Joy

THE MIRACLE OF LIFE

2012-01-13T14:36:00.000-08:00

Next Wednesday (if not sooner) David and I will welcome our sixth grandchild. It's a boy and his name will be Landen Young Haines. We are so excited and we are making our plans to be there for this joyous occasion. Unless God has other plans, this will be the last grandchild born in our family. I was thinking about our coming blessing when I first opened my eyes this morning. We have loved every single grandchild when we first heard they were on their way. We spend 40 weeks anticipating what they will be like, who they will favor and what their personality will be. From the minute our children tell us they are expecting, we begin praying for this little life. Thus far, the other five are very different and hold their own special place in the family. I have no doubt God has woven Landen together perfectly to take his place among his brothers and cousins.

One morning last week, I spoke with my very pregnant daughter-in-love trying to encourage her during these last difficult days. She is like me, in that she doesn't love the whole "pregnant" thing, but dearly loves the babies! I shared with her that she has just a few more days to feel this miracle of life within her own body.

When you consider all the years we "mother" the 40 weeks inside the womb are really not very long. We spend so much more time feeding, bathing, picking up after and car-pooling our babies. (And that's just the first 8 years!) There was a time when I thought we just parented 18 or 19 years and then they were grown. I am beyond blessed to still be praying over and loving on my boys even though I gave birth to our oldest nearly 33 years ago! In spite of all the years, there are times when I see a young expectant woman and I remember what it felt like to have a little foot push against my hand on my tummy. Who can forget those first tiny movements when it felt like a bushel of butterflies were flying around inside of you?

The miracle of carrying a life within should never be taken for granted. I know so many women who would have given everything to experience this first hand. God is so creative in the ways he gives us children who need a Mom. Whether you begin your mothering weeks before you ever lay eyes on the baby, or you began when you reached out to a rebellious teen, never lose sight of the miracle of life that comes straight from the Giver of life.

We can hardly wait, precious Landen!

MY LOVE LANGUAGE

2012-01-05T14:42:00.000-08:00

David and I have been married a long time. Of course, compared to others perhaps not so long. This past October my in-laws were married 70 years! In comparison, at just 36 years, I guess David and I are almost newlyweds.

David and I love to travel. We enjoy movies and dinners out with friends. We love antiques and estate sales. We love our church and our jobs. And oh my goodness, we do love our children and grandchildren. We have always carved out time to be together. When are children were at the awkward age of "too old for sitters, but not responsible enough to be left alone at night," we started a habit of having breakfast out together. It worked great for our family. Normally we were home before our boys even woke up on Saturday mornings. An added benefit was breakfast tends to be the least expensive meal to eat out. Time together on a budget! We went to many different places for our weekly date. Sometimes just a bagel, sometimes a full breakfast with all the extras. If one of the "extras" on David's plate happened to be grits, he always gave them to me, because he knew I loved them. I never in all these years saw him eat a single tiny grit.

WELL... during these past Christmas holidays, we ate breakfast at a local cafe on our way to the mall to finish up our shopping. They just happened to serve grits. Normally, I would order a smaller breakfast meal and just have David's grits. But, on this busy December morning, I told David I was extra hungry and I would be ordering the same thing he normally did. Our identical meals arrived at our table and imagine my shock when I watched my husband EAT HIS GRITS! I was shocked. I shared with him that I was so surprised to see him eating this southern delicacy since he didn't like them. Then, my Man, who I have known for over 40 years says to me... "I like grits. I always give them to you because I know you love them."

I was so surprised by this, I could hardly get my fingers around my credit card to finish my shopping the rest of the day. This gently, quiet man of mine, never said a word to me, he just gave me something that he liked because he knew I liked them too. He never asked for a pat on the back or a reciprocating action from me.

I swear to you, I fell more deeply in love with him at that moment. I had always thought my love language was acts of kindness or service. In addition, I dearly love a small, gift wrapped package with something shiny on the inside! But, this Christmas, I learned my husband could show his love to me in a very small way that no one but me would even notice. It didn't cost a dime, but it was priceless to me.

I wonder if any of you might be missing a token of your loved ones devotion? Look for them or you will miss them. Even better, look for opportunities this year to show your love to others in small ways that really have HUGE benefits.

A NEW BIBLE

2011-11-17T13:01:00.000-08:00

I have a new Bible and I love it. It's pink, because in just a few years when my grand daughter can read, I'm going to give it to her. The pages are all still stuck together and I can't find a single familiar marking in it. Every page is waiting for me to discover old treasures in a fresh new way. I keep my favorite pen and highlighter handy to mark my new favorite Scriptures! I'm always thinking of that sweet blonde angel who will follow behind me. I pray I will be around to open the treasures up for her, but if not, I intend to leave a trail she can follow.

I'm extremely aware of the responsibility of leaving a godly legacy for my own family. But too often I forget about those who might be following along behind me and I'm completely unaware of my influence. Any day I miss out on an opportunity to tell someone about my Jesus, either in word or deed, is a day wasted. This week in Bible Study, we talked about our "circle of influence." We all have one. God has purposed a mission field for everyone of us.

How are you using the influence God has given you?

HAPPY FALL, FINALLY

2011-10-29T20:00:00.001-07:00

I'm not much on Halloween. But I dearly love pumpkins. Fresh pumpkin pies, pumpkin muffins, bread and Starbuck's pumpkin spice latte all point to the fact that it's finally below 90 degrees in Houston. Of all the ways I love that fabulous fall fruit, I think I've discovered my favorite! Let me introduce Mr. Josiah Haines! He is Jeremy and Jessica's baby boy and he is such a delight. He's a snuggle bug for whoever holds him. He adores his brother and sister. There is always the biggest smile on his little face. He just turned 1 and we cannot imagine our life without him.

This baby of our family is secure of his place never doubting the love of his family. He's a bit of a flirt, watching for the opportunity to catch your eye and give you the biggest grin. He is content to play on his own, but if you are in need of some cuddling, he's happy to oblige. He's our 5th grandchild but we just call him our baby boy!

LIFE

2011-10-27T18:26:00.000-07:00

Today I was devastated to read about another child who lost their battle with cancer and gained heaven's glory.

I laughed with my daughter-in-love who crossed a line into serious motherhood as she left the car dealership with a mini-van.

I grieved once again over a loved one who can't remember her name or her children.

I experienced great frustration at the drive thru of a local fast food restaurant, which was anything but FAST

I fell more madly in love with my Grand Blessings as their Mom sent me snippets and snapshots of their little lives.

AND

I worried over the future because of the never ending doom of the headlines.

Life would really be crazy and perhaps hopeless if not for my Jesus....

In the overflow of my changing emotions, I find His life for me. One of frustration and failures, abundance and grace... I am at thankful and I am at rest.

OH MY GOODNESS, I THINK I'M GOOD AND MAD

2011-10-22T15:53:00.000-07:00

A sweet and precious young woman just posted a link on facebook to a blog explaining all the bad stuff about Women's Ministry. I'm not mad at her, I'm furious with the woman who wrote the blog. (Sarah Bessy, "Why we don't need Women's Ministry at chuchleaders.com) It made me fighting mad! I don't think I am un-biased on this subject. For pity sakes I've spent most of my adult life (and that's a lot of years) involved with the women of one church or another. I very personally, know the good, the bad and the ugly about women in the church. And you know what... the good and the Godly far outweigh the bad stuff.

I've never seen anyone like women seeking after the Lord in Bible Study. None seemed to care if there was a feminine cover on the study or not. It is the women from these groups that take meals and clean the house of another woman who is suffering the devastating effects of chemotherapy. These "shallow" women are the exact ones who show up at the door of another woman who just suffered another miscarriage, or buried her 1 year old. These are the women who hold up another woman who just saw her husband walk out the door after 20 years of marriage. These exact women help rescue another woman who has been beaten to a pulp by her husband. They have helped encourage the marriages in the group, clothe and feed the children who were without and managed to walk through some serious fires without smelling like smoke. They are not shallow or innocent of what the world has to offer.

These very same women would really love for some woman to start a workplace Bible study downtown. They would appreciate some help caring for those who have been unjustly treated by society. They wouldn't even mind if you started a group to discuss world religions, theology or politics. An art or music class for the children in the inner city would be a great place to start.

Stop waiting for an invitation to pray, work or minister to others. I encourage you to get off your soapbox and get busy in the middle of ministry. The church will be better for it.

Maybe just maybe, the reason your Ladies Night was filled with frivolous things like cupcakes and crafts is because most of the women who attended were exhausted and drained from their life of ministry. They needed a night of fun and laughter. They needed a place to take their "lost" neighbor that was not threatening or overly religious.

Does the church need Women's Ministry? Yes, you bet it does. Ms. Bessy, you are right, it's not just for the married women pushing a double stroller. (Although several of those also run marathons for causes important to them.) Women's Ministry is for you and women just like you who want a group that meets them where they are. Why don't you start one for women like that? You don't even have to bring cupcakes.

I feel better now....

FRIENDS

2011-10-13T16:26:00.000-07:00

My goodness, it's been a while since I posted to this blog. The baby boy I last wrote about is now 18 months old. There's been another baby boy Haines (I'll write about precious Josiah very soon!) And just to make our life perfect, baby Landen Haines is coming in January. Goodness knows I could write forever about those precious children, but that's not why I signed on today.

Today I want to talk about friends. Real friends that have been around my life for a long time. Friends who know about every stupid, childish thing I've ever thought about. Women who know all my faults and failures, but would swear to others those are their favorite things about me! (They then would pull me aside and tell me to get my life together.) Ladies who I have laughed my head off with and shared an equal amount of tears. Friends....

On Monday, a good friend who helped me raise my boys, had the opportunity to share some things on his behalf. There is something incredibly special about knowing someone long enough they can share stories about your 32 year old kid and his Superman under roos! Time and miles traveled together for that long equal some deep roots in a relationship. Those roots are buried so deep, even a full on Texas drought cannot affect them.

On Wednesday after Bible Study I had a very special time at lunch with two other old friends and one new one. Oh, how I wish I had a picture of that table laden with good Tex Mex food and diet coke with lime in it. With two of the ladies I have shared some real life experiences. Experiences like wonderful kids, not so wonderful kids on other days, sickness, health, death and moving vans. The new friend is new to our area. We don't have any history with her. She has children that are all grown up, grandchildren she's so proud of and a fresh empty place in her heart from losing her husband to cancer just over a year ago. We vowed to include her, introduce her and invite her into our lives. One of us is a widow and promised to share some needed information. One of us will get her plugged in to serve Jesus here in Houston. And, one of us promised to not tell funny stories about her at speaking engagements.... at least for a little while.

I just know we are going to love her and she will surely enrich our lives. A few years back, I might have thought I did not have time or space for another friend, but now I know better. Time and space is more limited every day. I've got to make the most of every opportunity. People say "You can't be too rich or too thin." I don't know much about either of those things, but I know I can't ever have too many friends!

Share some encouragement today with the friends God has given you.

THE BABY GRANDSON

2010-08-16T14:41:00.000-07:00

As most of you know, David and I have been adding precious grandchildren to our family at a rapid rate! Between our two sons, we have added a grandchild about every six months for the past 3 years! In late September our next blessing is scheduled to make his appearance. That will be 4 grandsons and 1 grand princess. We are having a ball! God has certainly given us a full quiver.

For just a few more weeks, little Micah David is our baby. I realized I haven't written much on him. I shared with one of my daughters-in-loves that I have decreased the number of pictures and the things written as our family has grown. I do not want to be one of "those" grandmothers!!

Our Micah is a precious little guy. He is ALWAYS in a good mood. If he whimpers, he has a reason. He grins all the time. You can make him smile by just looking his way. He really does light up the room. He loves his Mommy the best. She had a dentist appointment the other day and had to take him with her because he cannot bear to have her out of his sight. He is good natured enough to sit quietly as long as he can see her. When it's time to go to bed, he sleeps peacefully knowing that all is well with his little world.

I wish I was more like our fourth grand baby. I fret far too much and can be stingy with my feelings. There are some days that I just cannot get happy with anyone. I'm too quick to take offense and too slow to forgive. Many times I run from my Heavenly Father's presence rather that sit contentedly at His feet. I miss too much because I'm bored with the present and keep looking to the future or worse yet, keep looking back in regret.

God used my sons to teach me many spiritual truths about being a heavenly child. It looks like He is now using the next generation. Thank you sweet Micah for those lessons for your Nonnie.

THE PURPLE BUS

2010-06-02T03:57:00.000-07:00

I just returned from a Pilgrimage to the Holy Land. It was not my first trip, but it was my first trip without David. He is such a Biblical history buff, I depended on him to explain everything to me. This time I had to pay attention for myself. I went with a suitcase full of doubts and questions. I returned with fewer questions and some sweet personal words from my God. Perhaps I will share about some of those personal ponderings at some point, but for now I am sorting through them myself.

I do want to tell you about something wonderful God did for me in Israel that had nothing to do with the holy geography. We were each assigned to either a Blue or Green Bus to take us from place to place. I was on the Green bus. The first day we all did great in following our instructions (we were tired!) The second day found many of the Green Bus passengers a little more outspoken and a little less inclined to march to the same drummer as everyone else. I began to tease those on the back of the bus with the threat of putting them on the "Purple" Bus that I had designated for the troublemakers. By the third day, I was given a name tag that changed me from the Green Bus to the Purple Bus and named me the Captain! With my propensity to plan and participate in parties, you can imagine the fun we all had.

By the time the week was up, we had traveled many miles, shared our life stories and wept tears with one another. We helped each other over the rough terrain, shared water,sunscreen and umbrellas. We walked together where Jesus walked and saw the mountains and valleys He traveled through. We prayed where Jesus prayed and saw the grave that could not contain Him!

For most of my adult life, I have served in Leadership for women. I loved (almost) every minute of it. In this season of my life, it is not what God has for me. But in Israel, somewhere in the middle of our antics and laughter, God spoke to me and reminded me of what a gift that time of service was for me. The women I traveled with this week encouraged me, taught me, laughed with me and shared their lives with me. I am changed forever for the time I spent with them.

A MOTHER'S JOB

2010-05-08T18:51:00.000-07:00

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.
3 John 1:4

This past week, David and I had the privilege of watching two of our grandchildren for 1 night and 2 days. We loved it, they were precious and we were exhausted by the time their Mom and Dad returned home from their Staff Retreat! To quote my precious Mother-in-law, "God knows what He's doing when He gives children to the young!"

I seems only yesterday David and I were much younger with babies of our own. I remember some long sleepless nights; toys that never stayed in the toy box and unending cries and squabbles. We went to bed each night wondering if we had hugged enough, corrected enough and hoped we had money enough to meet their needs. God always provided what we needed in every season and now they are grown doing just what their parents did almost 30 years ago.

I think a great deal about my "mothering" now that the boys are all grown up. (It's the first opportunity I have had to think.) Reflecting back, here are some things I've learned from being a Mom to Jeremy and Jordan.

1. Pure Love. I'll never get over holding my boys for the first time, fresh from the hand of God. I didn't have to fall in love, I was overtaken and run over by the feelings that overwhelmed me and I've never gotten over it.
2. Pure Joy. I have gotten the biggest kick out of their zest for life. They have made me laugh hysterically, giggle inappropriately and nearly wet my pants at their antics.
3. Pure Grace. I had to learn as I went. They never held it against me that they had to be guinea pigs for an ill-equipped Mom. I check the Best Seller Book List constantly for fear they have written a book that will expose me and my failures.
4. Pure Teaching. God used my boys to teach me so much about my relationship with Him. I would have been much more shallow and self righteous without those much needed lessons.

When I was a very young woman, I though it best that I not have children. There had been enough scars from the dysfunction in my life, that I felt disqualified for the task. I am so grateful God had other plans for me. There are many things I could have lived my life without, but being a Mom to Jeremy and Jordan is not one of them.

MARY, THE MOTHER OF JESUS

2010-04-01T18:22:00.000-07:00

Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother... John 19:25

As I think upon the person Mary must have been, I am continually amazed at the strength I find in her life. Her life as a young woman was "interrupted" by an angel with an dauntingly divine message. She was entrusted with the job of raising the very Son of God. In addition to that special child, she was also mother to other children and a wife to Joseph. We see her very few times in the Scriptures, but each time she is mentioned we see the picture of a strong devoted woman.

I have gained much spiritual insight and strength through my own experiences as a mom. My sons have taught me important lessons about love, faith, grace and mercy. They are also responsible for a fervent prayer life for me! I am not sure I ever grasped the reality of God giving up His one and only Son until I held my own sons in my arms.

Several years ago I watched the Easter Pageant at our church. Jeremy, our oldest son, portrayed one of the thieves that was crucified beside Jesus. It was pure agony watching him up on that stage prop of a cross. I kept having to remind myself that "it was just a play, not for real". Mary did not have that option. She was at the foot of that awful cross watching her sinless first born die "for real."

During this time when we reflect upon the death and resurrection of our Savior, please do not overlook exactly what our redemption cost. The cross was real, the nails driven in the hands and feet of our Savior were not stage props. The noise of the hammers that drove the nails into the sinless flesh of my Jesus were not sound effects. The tears and agony of Mary were not an act.

Salvation is a free gift, but it cost God everything He had.

THE CALL OF THE CROWD

2010-03-28T18:55:00.000-07:00

"What shall I do, then, with the one you call the king of the Jews?" Pilate asked them. "Crucify him!" they shouted. "Why? What crime has he committed?" asked Pilate. But they shouted all the louder, "Crucify him!" Wanting to satisfy the crowd, Pilate released Barabbas to them. He had Jesus flogged, and handed him over to be crucified. Mark 15:12-15

Pilate was a man that so wanted someone else to take the blame. He did not really care if he was right or wrong, just so no one pointed their finger at him. He had an opportunity to react right, but he refused. Of course, in his cowardly ways, he also confirmed what Scripture had taught. (I find no basis for a charge against this man. Luke 23:4) Jesus was the pure, innocent Son of God who GAVE His life for our sins.

Pilate tried to pass the buck. He wanted the people to decide what should be done with Jesus. But the emotional tide of the people had been stirred up by the Chief Priest and Pharisees in the crowd. The people asked for freedom for Barabbas instead of Jesus. In their unbelief, they chose death for the only ONE who could buy their eternal freedom. In Pilate's refusal to make a decision, the decision was made for him. How tragic that we often do the exact same thing. In our indecisiveness, our analysis paralysis and even in our silence, decision are taken out of our hands. Pilate washed his hands over the situation signifying his lack of blame, but the blood of Jesus didn't wash off that easily.

Pilate gave in to the crowd. He wanted to satisfy the loud voices in the multitudes. Like Pilate, we sometimes ponder at the pool of popularity too long. Just because the voices around us are loud does not make them right. Even if the majority agrees, they just might be wrong. Do you have the courage to stand for what is right even if you stand alone? Never forget that Jesus stands on the side of right. When you stand with Him, you will never stand alone.

JUMPING THROUGH HOOPS

2010-03-18T08:23:00.000-07:00

"Am I now trying to win the approval of men, or of God? Or am I trying to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a servant of Christ." Galatians 1:10

The Lord and I had a discussion this morning. Actually, He talked and I listened! He brought to my mind and heart so many incidents from the past when He had given me a specific word about a where I should walk with him. He reminded me of His plans for me that I had failed to accomplished because of a heavy dose of fear in my life. I remembered so many times I was kept from God's best for me, due to other's opinions, both spoken and perceived.

Why is it we worry so much more about what others think, rather than what God requires of us. I have jumped through some giant hoops just so I could please people. I could testify of time and time again when I drove myself crazy trying to make everyone happy and in the end no one was, and I was exhausted (and a little mad!)

This morning I committed to get myself free from the things that have entangled me and kept me from walking in God's perfect will for me. I'm still a people-pleaser, but I want to worry less about people and more about God's opinion of me. The only hoops I am jumping through from now on are the ones on God's court!

What about you?

A LEGACY FOR DAVID

2010-02-27T13:04:00.000-08:00

I absolutely cannot believe Monday ushers in the month of March. For goodness sakes, I just delivered another Christmas gift last week! My January was filled with waiting on the birth of our little blessing Micah David Haines. He made his appearance January 21st. I was so blessed to be able to share his first couple weeks of life with his Mommy, Daddy and big brother Gavin. I had a blast!

March 1st is important day for our family. We get to celebrate David's birthday on that special day. He has been the best husband, friend and father any of us could ask for. Not too long ago I told him that I could not think of a single dream he hasn't tried to fulfill for me. He's the best!

Micah and Jackson both carry David's or "Grand D's" name! I hope our children know what this honor means to their Dad. You see, David always wanted to be a Daddy. Several months ago we were discussing our life goals, accomplishments and dreams. David told me how blessed and fulfilled he was to be the Dad of Jeremy and Jordan. And what a Dad he was.... from the first moments of their lives until today he has been there. He was so much calmer than me, they both ran to him with their accidents and injuries. David was the "A" team for every science fair, invention convention and history project. He was there for baseball, basketball and football. He coached, corrected, encouraged and enjoyed every thing they did. He was there for the fun times and the hard lessons. He has never given up on knowing God would bless his boys.

David's legacy of loving his family continues on in our four grandchildren: Jackson David, Gavin Matthew, Jenna Claire and now Micah David. I hope they know who much they are loved and how lucky they are to have him for their Grand D! You are truly the best birthday presents he could ask for.

What about you? Who has planted dreams in your life and left a legacy for you to follow? Take the time to tell them so this week. If you cannot tell them, than thank God for the footsteps you have to follow.

GOD'S DAY TIMER

2009-11-09T11:34:00.000-08:00

In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps. Proverbs 16:9

I love Saturday mornings. Years ago when our boys were too old for a babysitter, but too young to be left alone after dark, David and I found a perfect solution for some time alone. We began to schedule "dates" for Saturday Breakfast. Even though the boys are old enough to hire sitters for their children, we are still enjoying our dates over Saturday morning breakfast. This past Saturday we went to breakfast and were excited to discover, we had absolutely no plans for the rest of the day.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, my cell phone rang and an unfamiliar number was displayed. When I answered a frantic friend was on the line telling me she had a problem. It seems their Speaker for a planned event was having to cancel because of an illness in her family. Flipping mentally through my calendar, I knew I had obligations through the rest of the year. And then my frantic friend said.... "our dinner is tonight!" I just grinned at the Lord because He knew exactly where I had an opening in the schedule. I was able to tell her I would be happy to serve in her church.

What a blessing Saturday evening was for me. I was privileged to serve at Westway Baptist right here in Houston. I saw some familiar faces, met some new friends and came away knowing God had determined my steps, my words and my weekend.

What about you? Has God re-arranged,interrupted or shaken up your schedule lately? Give Him the freedom to work daily in your world. His plans are always best!

FIRST DAYS OF SCHOOL

2009-08-25T20:09:00.000-07:00

I believe school has officially started everywhere. Even our little Jackson started Mother's Day Out this week. For the last couple of weeks, everywhere I shopped was filled with excited children and broke, exhausted parents. They were buying school clothes, school supplies and school shoes. An entire column could be written about those school shoes! I'm grateful for boys after all. They just need a new pair of tennis shoes and they were ready to go.

I would like for just a moment to address the teachers who also began school this month. They are probably not nearly as excited as their young charges! I no longer have a student at home, but I did for many years. I wonder, dear teachers, if you realize what an important part you will play in many children's lives this year? Your time with them may be short, but your influence is profound. Each of you will have a job to do this year dictated by state requirements, Principal mandates and established lesson plans. There will be tests that measure the success of your teaching methods and styles. You will receive notes of gratitude and complaining phone calls. However, there is another area where your success will not be so easily measured. How can one clearly tally the effect you have on the heart of a child you teach? Who will make note of the smile you greet them with each morning? Who takes into account the hours you spend encouraging a child who receives no encouragement at home? Who will notice when you take interest in a child the rest of the world has labeled a lost cause?

I saw a sign out in front of a church one day that read, "God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called". I have found much joy in the ways many teachers have invested in my children. My boys are better people because of the jobs those teachers were called to do. Write a note this week to encourage a teacher.

THE BLESSING OF FRIENDSHIP

2009-07-29T18:17:00.000-07:00

I'm discovering that I just love FB (that's Facebook for you who have not ventured into the great Internet craze!) I read in the newspaper today that more and more middle age people are joining the ranks of the Facebook phenomenon. I'm telling you those college kids who started this whole thing are on to something!

I absolutely love that I can sign in and see what my buddies in Mississippi, Texas, Alaska, Arkansas, Colorado, etc. are doing. I am blessed daily to check in on my kids and their families all in the comfort of my little study and without burning minutes on my cell phone. I'm blown away to pray for sick children or mission trips around the world from my little corner of Texas. Life is good! It's not as good as going for coffee together, but it sure blesses my heart to get to stay in touch.

Of all the blessing I have been given, friends stand out as one of God's best in my life. There are some folks who have been a part of my "family of friends" for over 30years. There is not much they do not know about me. They have seen me at my best and at my worst. Sometimes that transformation from best to worst has occurred in less than an hour! There are other people who have come into my life because they have shared my life and allowed me to share theirs.

As I think about what it is that friends so special, I am reminded of all those who have blessed my life. I still have friends that I have known from school. I grew up in a small town, so I graduated with many who began first grade with me. We became friends because of the common denominators of age, geography and similar likes and dislikes. (Mostly we agreed from one week to the next who we liked or disliked!) Those were the friends I dreamed and planned with.

I have other friends who came into my life when I became a young wife and mom. Our friendship was based on common interests and limitations. (We could only eat out where the floors were tiled and highchairs were provided!) We never completed a sentence during those years, because we were interrupted every minute by one child or another. These are the friends who help keep my family together. Amazing relationships came from this time in my life.

As I grew older, others came to share in my life and we walked according to need and interests. Age, race, politics or religion were not nearly as important as the person. God taught me so much through those years of friendship. I watched my buddies battle cancer, the loss of mates, rebellious children and straying husbands. I watched them become stronger through the battles they faced. These friends made me strong. I became strong as they allowed me to stand beside them on the battle lines.

Every new friend has been blessed by the gifts in my life given by an old friend. I have been changed by the gifts their friends and friendships left in mine. Whether you connect through FB, email, telephone or a lunch date. Make the time this week for your friends. We couldn't make it without one another!

A FUN AFTERNOON

2009-07-18T18:05:00.000-07:00

I had such a great afternoon speaking to the ladies at Jersey Village Baptist Church here in the Houston area. (I wish I had taken my camera, you would have loved the pictures!) Women from the church modeled outfits from an upscale consignment shop. Darling women and cute clothes. Then Erika Wise from Star of Hope Mission spoke for a few minutes about the ministry she is involved in. They meet the needs of women trying to get their lives together after some really difficult circumstances. All the women who attended the event this afternoon brought "gently worn" outfits that Erika was taking back to her office to help these ladies out. We had the cutest little cupcakes for dessert and then I had the honor of sharing a little with these precious ladies. I spoke about "What Not to Wear" in a spiritual sense instead of the fashion sense that TLC's Stacy and Clinton do.

I got so into the whole fashion show thing, that I closed out my time with a runway commentary. I thought I would share with you what I think THE GOD SEEKING, FAITH FINDING, WORD FOLLOWING WOMAN is wearing this Summer season. (Col.3:12-14)

First of all, HER COUNTENANCE IS GLOWING because she KNOWS she is dearly loved by God. She is not first on the runway of life because she let her new neighbor go first. She’s holding back, watching and applauding the loudest for her new friend who has just come out victorious in her latest battle. For those who knew this WORD FOLLOWING woman before, you will hardly recognize her. She just looks so peaceful there in the background. She seems so comfortable with her circumstances, she actually looks younger, it makes me think surely she has had a FAITH LIFT! Reports have said she was really nervous about this year and its events, BUT GOD has obviously assured her she was gifted and qualified for tasks ahead.
She was WEARING TRUTH in a way that looked really good on her. Her NEW CLOTHES FIT HER PERFECTLY. It is like they were CUSTOM MADE just for her. I’m told the LABEL and DESIGN HOUSE is called “THE GREAT I AM ENOUGH” and just from looking, you can tell HE CERTAINLY IS. HE has dressed her perfectly in the wardrobe HE picked out for her: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength and discipline are woven through the fabric of each of the garments she is wearing. I understand the WRAP she is wearing is called LOVE. It really is an outstanding accessory perfect for all climates and always in style. No Woman of God should ever leave home without it.

I encourage you to watch your "spiritual" wardrobe this week. I know I'm going to.

Thank you JVBC for the invitation and privilege of serving with you today.

A WASTED DAY

2009-07-12T19:06:00.000-07:00

Today's been a rather difficult day for me. Nothing is wrong. My family is wonderful, healthy and growing. As far as I know, there are no crises on the horizon. But today, I have been nearly crippled by fear. All the "what ifs" of my world have been screaming in my soul. They have spoken so loudly, they have overcome the still, small voice that brings me peace. I know the scriptures about "fear" very well. Most of them have been cross-stitched in my heart for years. I've hung them framed throughout my house. I know my Savior did not give me a spirit of fear, but one of power, love and self-discipline. I am reminded often that perfect love casts out fear (His perfect love, my irrational fears).

While I might know the truth, today I made a choice to walk in the enemy's lies and I am exhausted. Finally about 8:00 I sat down with my Bible and my journal. (It was 8:00 in the evening, I'm such a slow learner!)As I poured my fearful heart out to the Lord, He poured His love and His peace into mine. With only a couple hours before bedtime, I am at rest.

What a waste of a perfect day. I am so grateful His mercies are new every morning, aren't you? Tomorrow will definately be a better day!

THE HAINES GIRL

2009-06-18T18:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday at about 1:30 Eastern Daylight Time, I became the grandmother of a little girl. When they placed that little pink cardboard sign in a little baby bed and it said HAINES GIRL, I was breathless and for just a moment speechless! I am a boys' Mom and a boys' Nonnie. I probably am very partial to boys because I understand them. It's all I've known until now. And now... I'm going to learn how a little girl thinks. I think it's going to be a blast with all my little boys and now this precious little pink bundle. I'm a girl's Nonnie, too!

A GROWING FAMILY

2009-06-12T19:28:00.000-07:00

"Clear lots of ground for your tents! Make your tents large! Spread out! Think big!
Use plenty of rope, drive the tent pegs deep. You are going to need lots of room for your growing family." Isaiah 54: 2-3 (The Message)

In October of 1991, God first brought these scriptures to me. At the time, we were in the midst of trying to adopt a child. I just knew these scriptures were a promise to me. However, after walking through every open door placed before us (and prying open a couple of windows) we never got our third child. David and I were eventually fine with God's "no" to us, but in the past 18 years, I've often thought about that Scripture. I have wondered just how I misunderstood what God wanted for us. To make things a little more confusing, He brought that Scripture back to me often enough to keep me wondering.

We raised our boys, they married and each has given us a wonderful grandson. Jackson is 21 months old and Gavin will be 1 year old in a couple of weeks. Last Christmas our "tent" was full and we were blessed. In just 5 days, we will be adding to our family once again, and if the ultrasound is correct, we will welcome our first grand daughter! We are beside ourselves!

A couple of weeks ago Jordan's family came for a visit and Allison was not feeling well. After 3 pregnancy tests, we all accepted the fact that God was adding to our family once again. So, come next January, Gavin will be a big brother just like Jackson.

God gently reminded me of my Isaiah promise. I believed with my whole heart, He was going to fulfill that promise almost 20 years ago, and when He didn't, I didn't understand. I've really been "weepy" for the past two weeks, marveling at my Savior's faithfulness. He never forgot His promise to me and He will never forget His promise to you. Great is His faithfulness!

THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

2009-05-21T10:27:00.000-07:00

The end of May ushers in the last day of school across our great nation. There are proms, graduations,yearbook signings and end of the year parties. As Moms of school-age children, we all look forward to a little less structure in our daily lives (for just a little while, at least!) I haven't had school-age children for almost a decade, but I still remember my baby's last day of school.

For 16 years, I had been running back and forth from one school or another to take forgotten items to one of our two boys. It is a job, all "moms" understand. It is just one more way we "stand in the gap" for our kids. My oldest son constantly forgot something during his junior high years. The school secretary and I are still exchanging Christmas cards! In fact, I still believe he should have named his first born after her. My youngest did a much better job at remembering. However, on his last day of school an unexpected call came from him about a forgotten event. He had participated in the school's Knowledge Bowl Team and there was a lunch for them in just two hours. He needed a dress shirt, tie and slacks in less than an hour. I was in a hurry that morning for work and the last thing I had time for was pressing clothes and running to the school

In my years of "mothering" I often have said too much too quickly and had to go back and apologize. I am thankful that this time I kept silent. (Probably because he hung up before I finished speaking!) So, as I pressed those slacks and that shirt, God whispered in my heart that this was most probably my last trip up to the school with a forgotten item. Through my tears, I counted it a joy instead of a job, to run up to the school. God showed me it was a privilege rather than a duty.

I believe parenting is one of the greatest callings that one can have on their life (except perhaps grand parenting!) But even in the privilege, there are hundreds of tedious, thankless tasks. So as you endure these last days of school take time to count it all joy and hug your "blessings" this week!

A NEVER ENDING LOVE STORY

2009-05-14T12:42:00.000-07:00

A couple of weeks ago my father-in-law had surgery. It was a minor procedure, but when you are 86 years old, nothing seems very minor. David's parents are both 86 and have lived long, godly lives. They are still very much in love and are only whole when they are together. Mr. Haines did not want Mrs. Haines to sit at the hospital during the procedure and only allowed me to bring her when he was out of recovery and in his room. As she entered his hospital room, they both just lit up and he said "How is my girl?" She was just fine as soon as she saw that he was!

The Haines come from the generation where the man took care of the woman and the woman took care of the home and family. (I'm personally grateful that by the time my generation came along, there was more shared responsibilities at home!) My mother-in-law was the primary caretaker of the home, but she worked outside the home whenever extras were needed. They raised five children and I cannot imagine a time when there would not be a need for "extras". I have taught many young married women using the Haines as examples. In the more than 60 years of marriage, Mrs. Haines has honored and respected her husband in both word and deed. Mr. Haines has seldom started a day without first telling her how much he loved her. It is truly a love story that has no ending.

It is a great blessing to belong, if only by marriage, to the legacy they have built for their family. I'm writing today to ask myself how I'm adding to this legacy and encouraging you as you build yours.

THE BABY BOY'S DAY

2009-05-03T19:14:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow my youngest son has a birthday. Bless his heart, all his life, the entire family has celebrated a birthday before it was his turn. And believe me, nobody liked a party more than Jordan. As each of us would take a turn celebrating our special day, Jordan would say "My birthday be May 4!" (not 4th, but 4)

Ever since we brought our youngest home, he has kept us on our toes. He climbed before he walked and he walked too early. He talked later than some because his big brother translated his "unknown tongue" way too long. Oh my goodness, once he did talk... he argued, debated and communicated his opinions perfectly! I studied nights to keep a few steps ahead of him. (He passed me up when he was in 6th grade!)

I want to share with you just a few things that make my baby so special to me.

1. He has always loved his Mom!
2. He has always stepped up to the plate to do the hard things
3. Not many fears, this one, even if he had them, he faced them
4. When circumstances demanded he move his junior year in high school, he went willingly even though he loved his school here in Houston. When I offered to stay behind with him and let him graduate, he said "No Way, I'll miss my Dad too much"
5. He never got a fair shake at his new school and it was hard... sometimes harder for his Dad and I then for him, but he stayed the course and finished strong.
6. He really is a "rocket scientist"
7. He married well.
8. He's a good Dad.
9. Last week, he called me to tell me about a man in his division that lost his job. He told me he was heart sick about it. He has compassion when it counts.
10. He loves Jesus.

I have seen many promises in scripture fulfilled for this boy. Next week is a big week for Matthew Jordan Haines. Another birthday, another graduation, another career goal reached.

We are so proud of you son. It's May 4... Happy Birthday

I'VE BEEN A MOTHER FOR 30 YEARS!

2009-04-12T18:42:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow marks the 30th anniversary of the birth of Jeremy David Haines. It's also the anniversary date of me becoming a Mom. I had so many plans for motherhood (before I became a mother). The babies would surely be perfect. They would never have a cranky day or a rebellious thought. I would be written up in newspapers and magazines as the "Mom of the Year". Those plans mostly went out the window with 24 hours of labor and a baby that tipped the scales at over 10 pounds! I was the cranky one.

I still remember how overwhelmed I felt with my first feelings of a Mother's love to her child. Totally shocked that I could be so completely in love with someone I just met. I thought it might be the drugs, but it has never worn off.

Before motherhood, I had always worked outside the home. When we decided that I would stay home, Jeremy was the only person I knew who stayed home, too. We took long walks around the neighborhood with him bundled up in his stroller. I talked to him non-stop (still do when I can.) Together he and I solved all the problems with our little world before Daddy came home at the end of the day.

What an adventure I've had these past 30 years. My babies have both grown up and have babies of their own. Motherhood was so much more that I thought and so much better than I imagined. The dreams I had for that little boy 30 years ago have been over-shadowed by the man he has become.

A couple of weeks ago, David and I watched our first miracle from 30 years ago lead his church in pure and authentic worship. We were both moved to tears. We knew the journey God had taken him on to get him to where he was that morning.

So proud of you, son.

Happy Birthday.

MY GOD IS SO BIG!

2009-03-19T08:01:00.001-07:00

This morning in my quiet time, I read the neatest verse out of "The Message" by Eugene Peterson: "God's love is meteoric, His loyalty astronomic, His purpose titanic, His verdicts oceanic. Yet in His largeness, nothing gets lost; not a man, not a mouse, slips through the cracks."

This verse should bring us great comfort and hope. No matter the problem, He is bigger. In spite of the obstacle, He can get around it. If I run far away, He can find me. In His "largeness" nothing gets lost. Not a middle aged woman and not a little boy.

I pray you find much joy today.

BOUNDARIES

2009-03-13T17:35:00.000-07:00

“Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup. You have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places, surely I have a delightful (beautiful) inheritance” Psalms 16: 5-6

If there ever was a day when we need security, it is today. The local news programs proclaim gloom and doom. The newspaper is filled with reports of crime, financial ruin and confusing political opinions. Frankly, I am checking out the family tree for a hint of inheritance.

As I read the verses above, I am informed that God himself assigned my portion on this earth. He is responsible for my security. These verses have become my life verses. They have brought me comfort, when I was out of my comfort zone. They have given me security, when there was nothing secure about my circumstances. They offer me promise when I lose sight of the vision God has for my life. They have also reminded me of who I really work for, when I’ve decided I didn’t like my earthly boss that much!

You and I can spend so much of our life questioning why something happened; grieving over bad circumstances; and wishing God had assigned to us another portion and cup. But, we will have spent our life in vain. I only have one life to spend! I need to spend it wisely and so do you. Your family and your mission field are depending on it! From the time, my boys were old enough to understand, I explained to them that they and their Dad were my primary “mission field”. I served on staff at 2 churches for almost 25 years. Those churches and those women demanded a great deal from me. I had to have boundaries. I learned early on, I could not be all things to all people.

A commercial several years ago encouraged women to “be all they could be.” I tell you today that you need to be “only what you can be”. I am the only Mom my boys had- I had to be there. Someone else might have wanted to be a wife to my husband, but they would have to come across my DEAD BODY! In order to effectively “shepherd” my women, I had to guard my family time and my personal spiritual time in order to minister effectively and do what he called me to do in an excellent way.

What’s He called you to do? If the enemy cannot make you bad, he will make you busy! Today is not too late to accept and appreciate the boundary lines God has wrapped around your life. You can decide to live like you really are the child of a King!

IT'S ALWAYS THE LITTLE THINGS

2009-01-19T13:01:00.000-08:00

I had such plans for this wonderful Monday. I had a schedule recorded in my Daytimer that was sure to result in a productive day. By noon I had finished my Bible Study, my house was clean, laundry was done, dinner planned out, and I was caught up on most of my work on the computer. As I stopped for lunch I would feel a tad bit of pride and self-righteousness creeping in...

As soon as I sat down at my computer to do some writing assignments, I knew I was in trouble. Every document I was working on was locked. I tried everything I knew to do (i.e. I called Jeremy and asked him what was wrong.) He could not fix it long distance and so I creatively went on to the next project. I was quickly interrupted by a very loud, annoying smoke alarm going off. I know the sound well. It happens frequently when I cook. Lest you misunderstand, it's not because I burn things, it's because it's ultra sensitive. Water boiling sets it off. It drives me nuts! However, I was not boiling water, so I went to investigate. Absolutely nothing is burning or smoking in my kitchen. The alarm stopped only to begin again in about 10 minutes. I did all I knew to do (i.e. I called David to ask him what was wrong.) He told me the battery was probably low and it could wait until he got home. At this writing. It has gone off at least a dozen times, the noise is driving my Yorkie out of her mind. When the alarm is not ringing, the dog is shrieking at my feet. I would fix the thing myself, except my ceiling happens to be 12 feet tall.

I had some really big things to write about today, instead I'm crippled by the "little things." Isn't that typical.

Have a great day in spite of the the "little things".

WELCOME 2009

2009-01-06T13:43:00.000-08:00

I have been a tad slow getting back to the Blog! I did not take my own advice and over-scheduled for Christmas. For pity sakes, I'm exhausted and I'm not even caught up yet. Christmas is still stacked in the hall. David is still camping under the mistletoe and I'm really not in the kissing mood, if you know what I mean! I just got back from Walmart and I might as well get in the mood because Valentines are everywhere!

Ready or not, 2009 is here! We could choose to stay in bed with the covers pulled over our head, but it wouldn't change the calender. So...let's all get up and get started with all the appointments God has for us this year. In fact, let's run toward the future He has planned for us in 2009. My friend, Beth, has me memorizing scriptures. The one this week is from Isaiah and it says "He will be the SURE foundation for my times..." In the midst of so much uncertainty, I'm glad to be sure of where I'm standing and Who I'm standing for! Join me in getting excited about all the possibilities for this year. Act child-like in your excitement, because you are a child of the King!

P.S. I need to run and get that mistletoe down before "you know who" gets home from work.

The Wonder of the Season

2008-12-01T08:06:00.000-08:00

David and I just returned from a much needed mini-vacation We did absolutely nothing worthwhile except rested and enjoyed each other's company. But, now it's the 1st of December and the "race is on"! Cooking, cleaning, shopping, wrapping gifts, Christmas cards, decorating... I'm exhausted just thinking of all I've yet to get done! We will be blessed to have both boys and their families with us for this Christmas. We are so excited about all we want to do while they are here. I want everything to look like Martha Stewart's been hanging out at my house! (Of course, Martha's on a strict budget if she's at my house) With my never-ending check list, I risk missing the wonder of this season. The celebration of the birth of my Savior. In the giving of gifts, we remember the greatest gift of all, Jesus.

Sweet friends, take the time in the weeks ahead to enjoy the blessings you have instead of buying what you do not need. Embrace the excitement of the children in the mall (instead of wishing their parents had hired a sitter!) Look for ways to enhance the season for those who are lonely or in need.

A month from now, Christmas 2008 will be over, but the memories of it will last a lifetime. Make the time to make a memory.

IN A HEARTBEAT, EVERYTHING CHANGES...

2008-11-21T21:09:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was a special day in the Haines' family. Jeremy and Jessica went to the doctor and heard the heartbeat of their second child. And immediately, we became the grandparents of 3 children! Now, I know that God had already begun to knit that sweet baby together inside Jes. But, Thursday made it official... another blessing is on the way to our family. This little blessing came as a surprise to all of us, but not to God. He knew exactly what we all needed.

Much has been said these past months about change. Even "good" changes can be challenging for some of us! There are a great many things that can change in a heartbeat. A well spoken word restores hope to the hopeless; A distracted driver runs a red light; A rebellious life is given to the Savior; A suspicious spot appears on an x-ray. With any of these situations, our lives will be changed in a heartbeat. But, you and I can rest knowing our Savior will be a constant fixture. He is an unchanging God. He is our Hope. He is our Rock. He is our Peace.

My family is changing again. We can hardly wait. I am not worried over the future, because my God is already there. My sweet in-laws celebrate birthdays this month. They were both born in the early 20's. They have spent their entire life trusting God for their family. They have seen so much "change" in their 80+ years. I cannot even imagine what changes my grandchildren will see in the next 80 years! But, I do know my faithful God will be there for them with every heartbeat!

WHAT'S YOUR SIGN

2008-11-13T10:07:00.000-08:00

I love collecting little signs that have cute sayings on them. For example,
"I'm not a nag, I'm a motivational speaker" or "I love you more than yesterday. Yesterday you really got on my nerves". They mostly hang in my kitchen to give me something to laugh about when I am cooking and cleaning up (two things I do not find much humor in.)Some of the plaques are from friends who know me way too well, "Dear God, put your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth!" One of my newest signs says, "Some of life's greatest blessings call me Nonnie" and as soon as Jackson and Gavin can talk, they will!

I wonder sometimes what our life's signs look like to the others. "I'm too blessed to be stressed" or "Don't mess with me, I'm hormonal!" (I have been both!) Do people see the joy of the Lord on our faces or do they only see brokeness and bitterness? Does our demeanor welcome people or warn them to keep their distance? When life has given me lemons, I have sometimes made lemonade but, sometimes I forgot to add the sugar and everyone went away with a sour experience. What power we hold in our own hands. Power to influence good and bad. Power to build up or to tear down. Power to make healthy or wound. I don't know about you, but I am sure glad I have the Lord Jesus in my heart. I would be hopeless without Him.

So, today I am going to dust off the pictures in my heart and make sure they reflect the right messages to those I meet. I encourage you to do the same. Oh, by the way, "You don't have to drive me crazy, I'm close enough to walk!"

REMEMBER

2008-11-03T19:17:00.000-08:00

Last week David went to San Antonio on business and I tagged along. I apologize for those who are reading who are not from Texas. But, for Texans, a trip to San Antonio is not complete without a visit to "The Alamo". When our boys were growing up, we made yearly trips to this historic shrine where men and women fought to the death for the cause of freedom. David explained the history that happened on this sacred ground to the boys with a hushed voice and tears in his eyes. He always sat me down outside the small mission and told me, "if you can't behave and be quiet, you need to stay outside." I never failed to be offended, but usually I just waited for them at the entrance. I don't know alot, but I do know my weaknesses!

It is sometimes easier on our pride to forget our past, rather then to remember our own personal history. Easier, perhaps, but not wiser. God uses every battle fought, every mistake made, every victory won and every experienced defeat to shape us for use in His kingdom. The best lessons I have taught have been the ones I learned from mistakes. My most precious victories have been carved from relentless battles.

I encourage you to take a walk down memory lane today and marvel at the places you have been and been brought through. Make sure you teach your children and grandchildren about God's faithfulness in your history.

By the way, the main reason for our visit last week was to get our new baby grandson, Gavin, a "Remember the Alamo" t-shirt. Jackson already has his. Grand D (David) almost wept thinking about teaching his grandson's about Texas history!

LESSONS FROM MY YORKIE

2008-10-27T14:58:00.000-07:00

Today my little dog, Valli, ran away. I was sitting on the patio having my quiet time, when I realized it had been a few minutes since I had last seen her. I looked for her, called her and even resorted to squeaking her favorite toy thinking she would come running. She did not. I drove the neighborhood and didn't see her. I was just about to have a melt down when I spotted her leaving the subdivision by way of a very busy street. She came when I called, but she knew she was in trouble. I was so relieved, all I could do was hug her tightly.

I've had my feelings hurt all day over her behavior. You see, this little 6 pound Yorkie is the "apple of my eye". I let her get away with just about anything. With my boys all grown up and so far away, I have poured all of my considerable maternal instincts into this little fuzz ball. After all of that, she decides to leave the safety of our fenced backyard and my presence!

Actually, she sounds a little like me... God has done everything for me. I am indeed the "apple of His eye". He's met every need I have including my salvation and yet I still like to wander off and check the offerings just up the road from His presence. I keep thinking I might be missing something! He just keeps calling me and I keep running back knowing once again, I'm in trouble, but He is faithful.

2008-10-25T12:52:00.000-07:00

TREASURE HUNTING

David and I went to an estate sale this morning. Boring... I know, but we just love looking for treasures. David found a tool of some sort that guarantees you will drill perfectly straight holes in your woodworking projects. He does not have any woodworking projects and I can't remember the last time he needed to drill holes in anything, but nevertheless, if the need arises, we are ready!

Going through the things that are part of an estate sale always make me pause and wonder what will be left of David and I when God moves us to our eternal address. (After moving twice in the last two years, Praise God, He will be doing the relocating for us!) We don't have things of great value that will attract antique dealers. Our treasures have more to do with memories and the people who created them. I so hope what we leave behind will not be things, but will be legacies that our children and grandchildren will always be able to treasure. I pray they will clearly see a lifeline to Jesus and all He blessed the Haines' with. I will be delighted if they remember they laughed their heads off at the antics of their Mom and Dad. I will truly be blessed if they will remember they come from a long line of love, committment and grace.

So years from now, when the time comes for Jeremy and Jordan to sort through everything, hopefully memories will fill the biggest boxes. Of course, if memories are not enough to treasure, there's always that drill press!

Fall is in the Hair!

2008-10-23T15:06:00.000-07:00

Houston, Texas offers many things... but no seasons! (We have bunches of seasonings in the Tex-Mex food, but our seasons are limited to Summer and just a day or two of the other 3) Today is fall. Tomorrow, we might be back to the almost 90's, but today I am happy and so is my hair! Lot's of body, no frizz, and it stayed the way I fixed it to stay. I even wore long sleeves (and hardly sweated at all) I love fall.

There are uncomfortable situations in each of our lives that seem to go on forever. Just when you think you cannot possibly handle it another day, God comes through. You wake up one morning and God has replaced the intenseness of your life with the cooling, soothing comfort of his peace and presence. One season has passed into another and you have survived. I want you to know, my intense season has not passed just yet, but I decided today to claim the victory over my circumstance. I know I am going to make it. I know you are going to make it as well.
I just wish I could stay the way He fixed me to stay!

I've got to run, I think I might make chili for dinner.