My eyes....

I am having some pretty painful issues with my eyes. I am supposed to see my eye specialist every year because I have a narrowing of the lens which can lead to glaucoma. I haven't been going every year but I freak out when I have to go to the eye doctor. However, the pain was no longer just happening in the evening, but was beginning in the morning when I got out of bed. So, I called him and made an appointment. I appear to have ripped and torn my cornea because of severe dry eyes. I now have to see the cornea specialist next week and see my glaucoma doc the following week, again. He appeared to act like this might be serious. They have to determine a treatment plan. He also believes that I have sjogren's syndrome and had me schedule a blood test with Lee to check this out. Sjogren's syndrome is usually associated with rheumatoid arthritis or lupus. Doc wants to figure this out, too.

Anyway, I am not a happy camper but I am thankful for modern medicine. I would appreciate any prayers in regard to healing.

Thanks,
Debbie

Thoughts About My Four Children

Today is the day that my youngest son turns eighteen. He is so very excited as he races to meet this next year in his life. He is looking forward to all the advantages of being an adult. His dreams and hopes for the future are forming in his mind and all he sees are the windmills – dreams spinning, cool breezes. From this perspective he is able to see the future as it gently tumbles in front of him. His thoughts are full of the next glorious adventure in his life.

Today, I look at this young man, and remember. I remember the day that God placed this precious gift into our home. After Christi and Bobby were kidnapped, I thought that surely God had forgotten us until my Father surprised us with a little son with black hair and black eyes. Amazingly, the verses from Isaiah 49 became a reality in my life – in our lives.

8 This is what the LORD says:
"In the time of my favor I will answer you,
and in the day of salvation I will help you;
I will keep you and will make you
to be a covenant for the people,
to restore the land
and to reassign its desolate inheritances,

9 to say to the captives, 'Come out,'
and to those in darkness, 'Be free!'
"They will feed beside the roads
and find pasture on every barren hill.

10 They will neither hunger nor thirst,
nor will the desert heat or the sun beat upon them.
He who has compassion on them will guide them
and lead them beside springs of water.

11 I will turn all my mountains into roads,
and my highways will be raised up.

12 See, they will come from afar—
some from the north, some from the west,
some from the region of Aswan. [a] "

13 Shout for joy, O heavens;
rejoice, O earth;
burst into song, O mountains!
For the LORD comforts his people
and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.

14 But Zion said, "The LORD has forsaken me,
the Lord has forgotten me."

15 "Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget,
I will not forget you!

16 See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
your walls are ever before me.

17 Your sons hasten back,
and those who laid you waste depart from you.

18 Lift up your eyes and look around;
all your sons gather and come to you.
As surely as I live," declares the LORD,
"you will wear them all as ornaments;
you will put them on, like a bride.

19 "Though you were ruined and made desolate
and your land laid waste,
now you will be too small for your people,
and those who devoured you will be far away.

20 The children born during your bereavement
will yet say in your hearing,
'This place is too small for us;
give us more space to live in.'

21 Then you will say in your heart,
'Who bore me these?
I was bereaved and barren;
I was exiled and rejected.
Who brought these up?
I was left all alone,
but these—where have they come from?' "

22 This is what the Sovereign LORD says:
"See, I will beckon to the Gentiles,
I will lift up my banner to the peoples;
they will bring your sons in their arms
and carry your daughters on their shoulders.

23 Kings will be your foster fathers,
and their queens your nursing mothers.
They will bow down before you with their faces to the ground;
they will lick the dust at your feet.
Then you will know that I am the LORD;
those who hope in me will not be disappointed."

24 Can plunder be taken from warriors,
or captives rescued from the fierce?

25 But this is what the LORD says:
"Yes, captives will be taken from warriors,
and plunder retrieved from the fierce;
I will contend with those who contend with you,
and your children I will save.

26 I will make your oppressors eat their own flesh;
they will be drunk on their own blood, as with wine.
Then all mankind will know
that I, the LORD, am your Savior,
your Redeemer, the Mighty One of Jacob." (NIV)

Today, I rejoice because through this son, I received confirmation of my Father’s divine and perfect care. As I was reading that passage, again, probably for the millionth time since Christi and Bobby were stolen, I recognize that I have only seen a partial fulfillment of that scripture in my live. Our precious Paul was a down payment and assurance that God had not forgotten my family and that He will restore all of our children.

Today, Mark and I prayed for Paul – for his life, for his future, for his joy. But, we also thanked God for Michael, Bobby and Christi. Our hearts are always full with the love we have for all of our children. We prayed God’s blessings in their lives.

For twenty-seven years, I have been part of Michael’s life. That child saw his mother fall apart and then watched as God picked up the pieces of her life and gave them beauty and meaning. I will forever praise my Father for not allowing my parents to steal him, too. For eighteen years, I have been privileged to raise Paul. I remember all of Michael and Paul’s firsts. Those memories are forever embedded in my heart and mind.

And, now I look to a future – much like that of Paul’s windmill. I can see the beauty and restoration of God’s providence. I know that while my visions of the future may not unfold as I think that they should that I can trust God’s vision for my future and for my children – all four of them.

Today is a celebration. A celebration of the gift of Paul and the beauty and joy he brought to our family. Today, my baby turns eighteen.

Blessings,
Debbie

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Pictures from August....

Man, I meant to post these photos earlier and life happened and I didn't get it done. The first one is a dear friend and me. Mark and I got to visit with Deborah for a little while before we headed home after Aaron's wedding. It was so wonderful to see her and realize that God blesses us with friends who are like family. I guess I would call her my sister by choice.

Deborah and Me


The next photos are of Mark's brothers and sisters and their spouses. We were able to get together for a meal on Sunday, August 8.

Kelly and Tim


Mike and Jane



Joan and John


Mark, Debbie, and Paul


Mandy Lee, Stan, and Emily


These photos are the in-laws with Charlotte, the original children with their mom and some of the grandchildren with Grandmaw.

Mike, me, Kelly, Emily, John, and Charlotte



Mark, Stan, Jane, Tim, Joan, and their Mom


Six of the Cousins...
Jared, Paul, Ashley, Mandy Lee holding Vivian, Graham and Grandmaw


The Cousins, again!

Finally, a few pics of Paul's completed Eagle Project!!!

Man, we are ALL happy this project is complete! It has taken lots of man hours and could not have been accomplished without a couple of the other Scout dads! We are so thankful for the help in constructing the swing set and in picking up all the supplies from Lowes. Lowes gave Paul some great prices on the supplies needed for the project. Some of Paul's church members donated for the project. He was still short by several hundred dollars, so he got in his class A's and went to a few businesses. We want to say a special thanks to Webster's, Dr. Barrett our dentist, and to a teller at Montgomery Bank and Trust. Without all of you contributing his project would have lacked funds.

We also want to thank all of the young men who helped work on this project. Hopefully, Grace United Methodist Church will enjoy her play area for years to come.

So, enjoy a few photos of lots of hard work in the HOT Georgia sun!!!

Taking off the slide to replace some of the rotten wood and rusted bolts.





A brand new swing set and two wooden picnic tables!

Savor the moments

There used to be hugs that left marks on my clothes or evidence that someone had a runny nose on my shoulders. I thought that I would never get a full night’s sleep or that I would never be free from diapers. I used to worry about keeping the laundry done or cookies made for them to snack on. I thought that time would last forever - all my babies under my feet – all my babies running through the house or playing in our backyard. But, time moves forward.

She doesn’t move slowly but marches quickly by often leaving you wondering where all the years have flown. Now, the laundry is easy to keep up with. My house is quiet. I don’t receive hugs that leave marks on my clothes. Now, I close my eyes and pray that somewhere in their minds, Bobby and Christi remember the truth of their lives with us. Now, I call Michael at college, just to say hello. Now, I try to catch Paul as he runs from the house to go hang with his friends.

Savor the moments and keep in step with the march of time because she will move quickly out in front of you and you will miss the beauties of life.

August 1

Last week was a busy week! I traveled up to Calhoun and helped to host a Couple's Shower for my dear friend's son, Aaron and his fiancée, Deborah. Everyone worked together beautifully and the shower was a success.

Aaron and Deborah


The Family


Bride and Groom with the Hosts


While driving home on Tuesday, I received a text message from Joan, Mark’s sister, that their mom had suffered from a heart attack in the wee hours of the morning. Thankfully, Stan, Mark’s older brother, was able to get Charlotte to the hospital and she was in surgery within two hours. God really worked in this situation on her behalf. And, we are so thankful that Mark’s brothers and sisters live so close to his mom. Joan has been great about keeping us informed. Please keep Mark’s mom and his family in prayers.

Paul began his Eagle Project this past week. Unfortunately, he began his project on some of the hottest days of the summer. However, he has to continue and get the work completed due to his upcoming eighteenth birthday next month. He is renovating his church’s playground. One of the younger Scout’s dads has been a tremendous help to this project. Mark is already working doing band camp and has been unable to assist except on Saturday. Another Scout’s dad met Paul at Lowes at pick up all of the supplies. Paul has been blessed by these dads. We are grateful. (I will add photos of project later!)

Lauri’s son is getting married this coming Saturday. We will be attending the wedding and rejoicing with this young godly couple. Aaron is such an amazing young man and we look forward to getting to know his beautiful bride in the coming years.

Two weeks after being told Mark’s clavicle was broken, we were informed that it was not broken. This information was only found out after several unreturned phones calls to the doc’s office. However, Mark is still in much pain and has an appointment to see a specialist. The appointment is scheduled for August 17 which is over one month since his fall off of the ladder. I find this unacceptable and will be trying to schedule him an appointment at a more reasonable date! His blood pressure is high even with his meds and he has a terrible hacking cough. Mark says that he is calling the doctor’s office, again, to try and get some relief from both the pain and the cough. Nothing that they have done or prescribed has worked.

Michael has moved home for a couple of weeks between breaks in his semester from college. He appears to have done pretty good, grade wise, this semester. He is beginning his last year of college. He would have graduated this past May except he changed his major which added a year to his education.

My Sunday school class was full this morning! Praise God!!!

Please keep Mark and his sweet mother in your prayers this week. Also, pray for Mark’s siblings as they are trying to take care of Charlotte and make wise decisions. Oh, Mark’s baby sister is turning 50.... she may need a few prayers, too. Pray for Paul and those helping with his Eagle Project. Pray for a reprieve of this hot weather.

To God be the Glory!
Debbie

JULY????

One of my best friends, actually my sister by choice and not by birth, just left with her precious daughter after coming and visiting for a few days. We spent time at the beach, ate wonderful food, and pampered ourselves with going and having pedicures and manicures. All in all, it was a good visit just too short. As she drove out of my driveway, I realized that I am so blessed by the amazing people my God has put into my life.

Pampered Feet..... No wait.... three pampered feet and one man foot!!




Yesterday, while Lauri, Rachel and I were at the beach, my husband fell off a ladder while re-screening our back porch. He did not call and let me know that he was injured. When we came strolling in after 11 PM, I found out that he was hurt and had not gone to the doctor’s. He had a horrible night with much pain and very little sleep. This morning, he was still not making any attempt to go get checked out. I finally called the doctor’s office and made him an appointment. The office was able to work him into their schedule within forty-five minutes from my call. So, Paul, graciously, jumped into the shower and took his dad. Mark was still insisting that he didn’t really need to go see the doc. Well, after an examination and x-ray, Mark discovered he had broken his clavicle.

I asked Mark why in the world he hadn’t called me and let me know that he had fallen off a ladder and his reply, “Honey, I didn’t want to spoil your time with Lauri.” Honestly, I love this man so very much but if he wasn’t injured, I would probably have to smack him silly!! Hasn’t he realized that I adore him and that I NEED to know important things like he might have injured himself by falling off a ladder?

And, just for the record, if I, the big baby, had fallen off a ladder, I would be crying and calling my husband to come home immediately! That’s a major difference in the two of us. He’s nicer than me!

Okay, on to more news. I have been loving my Tuesday night Bible study. I hope my ladies are enjoying it and learning because I get so much out of writing and teaching these lessons. Michael is enjoying living on campus this summer. He has been busy working and attending college classes. He is scheduled to graduate this coming May with a degree in Film Studies with an emphasis on script writing. He absolutely loves this field. I am waiting to see how God uses him in this industry upon graduation.

Well.... I have rambled on about several non-related topics... let’s see... Toby is getting bigger and is just precious. Paul is hoping to start working on his Eagle Project next week.

Paul and Rachel.... Growing up way too fast!!



Hugs,
Debbie

Is it already June???

Time. We always think that we have time to do the next chore, prepare for the next event, make that phone call we have been meaning to make, write a little note to cheer someone but we often find ourselves scurrying around at the last minute to complete our task and the niceties of life seem to slip through our fingers. I have been thinking about time lately and I have decided that it’s not always our friend. When we are waiting for a joyous event to arrive, it takes far too long. And, when we are dreading an event or wishing for more time to prepare then Father Time races to that moment and we are plunged into a situation where we feel ill-at-ease and ill-prepared.

My seventeen year old told me that I never enjoy the moment but always look to the next task, obligation or event. He informed me, “Mom, I’ll complete a task and do a good job with it and instead of saying, ‘Great job, Paul,’ you tell me the next thing that I need to complete. You always have a list.” He thinks that I live my life on an agenda and that I am trying to run his with dates and deadlines. Perhaps, he’s right; however, often we have deadlines or we miss the mark.

My fear is that I’ll miss a deadline, so I do get caught up in the details and I am constantly racing to get everything completed. Our pianist at church told me Wednesday night that I did not have the ability to say, “No.” How has she figured that out about me in less than a year of knowing me?

Here’s what I know. I do not want to miss or overlook God’s calling in my life. I also want my family to be prepared for whatever the future holds for them. What Paul doesn’t seem to realize is that I am laid back for me! He doesn’t realize how I would really love to run this home.

So... those are my rambling thoughts as I am preparing to write a Bible study for next week. Of course, they have nothing to do with my study.

I thought that I would post a few random photos.

A little bit of our front yard.



Paul and his Dad fixing to eat!



Paul and Mandi - Finally Home!!



Toby!! The Big Puppy!

Let's see.... our new little family member....

Toby!!! He is now 7.5 weeks old. He is a Chizer. And, Mark and I think he's precious. Here's a few photos!

Summer is Here!!!

I am on summer break from working on my Master in Theological Studies. I plan on enjoying this break from studying. Well, studying for school. I am teaching 5 year-olds in VBS. Not sure how THAT happened since I requested older children, teens, or adults. While I LOVE children, I am not thirty anymore and I simply do not have the energy or body to keep up with a class of energetic little people. Of course, being told that I was given the most-wild age group at our church isn’t very encouraging.

I plan on beginning to prepare my decorations and lessons for my group of children. Thankfully, I have a young mom helping me. I am trying to keep a positive attitude!

I teach an adult Sunday school class – which I love. I love digging into the word and sharing the deep and vital truths of the scriptures. My class is growing and the members are wonderful. They usually have so much to add and I feel that we learn from each other.

On June 1, I am beginning a Women’s Bible study. I am so thrilled!!! Of course, I am researching and writing my studies. One of the ladies, asked me to do a lesson on how to study the Bible. So, I am beginning to prepare that one week study. I may make a PowerPoint to help facilitate the study. My next lessons will be on the Genesis Account of creation and the flood and why believing Genesis is so very important because it links to the salvation message of Christ. I **think** that series will be about 3 weeks. I wrote a research paper on that topic for one of my classes and believe that I should teach this while it’s still fresh on my mind. I need to create a PowerPoint and some handouts for those lessons.

Okay, enough about me!! Let’s see, Mark will be on summer break after this coming Monday! I am so happy. I love this man and so enjoy being with him. God was so gracious in giving him to me as a husband. I don’t think that Mark has a lot planned for the summer other than doing some church work, and my honey-do list. It’s not that long..... well, not really!! Haha!

Michael has moved to his college campus for several weeks of this summer. He is coming home this week-end to finish learning HOW to drive the VW stick- shift we bought him. Then, he will take that car back to campus and Mark will miss it. Michael is taking 12 hours this summer and will be completing his degree this coming school year.

Paul is Paul. He is always on the go. He’s finishing up a few assignments to complete his 11th grade year. He meets with District Tuesday night to get his final approval on his Eagle project and hopefully, will get it completed the month of June. Right now, plans are for him to take some college courses along with his senior year.

One of my very best friend’s sons is getting married in August. I am helping to give them a wedding tea, probably in July. And, we also plan on helping Lauri with some major painting this summer, too.

Speaking of painting, I painted the toilet room off the master bathroom yesterday. I really like the color and told Mark that we should paint the great-room this color, too. He just looked at me! I don’t think that he was thrilled with that opportunity.

I went to my niece’s blog and she has been approved for one of the studies. So, she begins treatment in Texas. Please pray that these treatments work. Mark and I are praying for Sandy daily – as the Lord puts her on our minds and heart. She seems like a cool young woman. Regardless of this treatment, I am assured that God can heal Sandy. He created her and knows her body and is able to bring about a healing in her life. Please pray to that end.

Well, I guess I have rambled long enough. I hope everyone is blessed!!

Hugs,
Debbie

Unexpected news.....

Mark's mom sends us articles from the local paper in Tennessee from time-to-time. Today an envelope arrived with an article about my niece, Sandy. I was at the hospital when Sandy was born. She is the oldest child of my older sister, Sherry. I have not seen her in over twenty-one years, so she would not know me.

My niece has been fighting lupus and recently received some horrible news that she has stage IV melanoma. The cancer is in her foot, lymph nodes, and liver. Right now, the outcome appears bleak since the cancer has moved to her liver. However, she and her husband have traveled in Texas to M.D. Anderson Melanoma and Skin Center in Houston. She is hoping to receive treatment and to beat the odds and live.

Please join us in prayers that Sandy will live and not only get to raise her beautiful children, but will live to see her grandchildren.

While I know that Sandy doesn't know me or her Uncle Mark, we are praying for her and wish her health and a blessed long life. My heart is just breaking for her, her husband and their two children.


To Him Who is ABLE, I give the praise.

Love,
Debbie

Update on Paul and Mandi and Sweden....

Continental is FLYING again. Please pray that it continues. We should be picking them up at the airport on MONDAY!!!!! Man, I have missed my boy. He's been gone 3 weeks and 3 days right now!!!

Paul is unable to fly HOME!!!!

My youngest son, who is seventeen is grounded in Sweden. He and Mandi flew over there for a 2.5 week trip that has turned into a much LONGER one. Their flight has been cancelled for Sunday and we have them re-booked to fly back to the states Monday, April 26. For anyone who reads my blog, please pray that the volcano in Iceland settles down and that the ash cloud will dissipate.

There are hundreds of folks stranded in airports and foreign countries. Please pray for them, too. We are fortunate that Paul and Mandi are with friends and so we do not have to worry about their safety.

Paul wrote in his blog, that God must have something for him in Sweden and that's why they can't come home yet. I love that his faith is strong.

Blessings,
Debbie

April already?!?!

Wow!! It’s the middle of April and I am left wondering when did the first months of 2010 disappear? Sometimes, life flies by quickly and there isn’t time to really see and visit and love all the people that God graciously put into my life.

My youngest is in Sweden. He left at the end of March. Man, the kid drives me insane since he’s a typical seventeen-year-old; however, I have missed him terribly. I was so glad that we were able to allow him to go on this trip and that God blessed us with the funds. He is creating memories that will be cherished for years to come. The flight over was great except for a rather LONG layover but a small glitch might prevent his return home as scheduled. Iceland had a volcano erupt and its ash has spread over Europe closing several airports. It’s not a good idea to fly a jet through volcanic ash since the ash stalls out the engines. So, we are now hoping and praying that his flight on Sunday isn’t canceled. If it gets canceled, he will not be able to get a flight out of Sweden until next Saturday.

I spoke this past week-end at a Woman’s retreat at Camp Pinnacle in north Georgia. I believe that my talk blessed some ladies. Several asked that I get them a copy of my piece called The Candle. And, another lady has asked if I was willing to come speak at her church in south Georgia. I never thought that our tragedy could be used to glorify God but I was wrong. People need to see and realize that God is the sustainer of our lives and hearts during horrible times and that He replaces sorrow with Himself. And, in Christ there is found a renewal of hope and joy.

The focus of my talk (after a brief run down on the kidnapping) was on the church and how she wrapped her arms around us and truly became God’s ambassadors. Two of my favorite and most loved ladies were with me this week-end (Lauri Gray and Lynda Talmadge). God has been so faithful to me and my family.

I am halfway done with my third class in my degree. Systematic Theology is... well, it’s systematic. Actually, I am sort of getting into this class. I enjoy wrestling with implied theological truths – like the doctrine of a triune God. Since I am only taking one class this eight weeks, I am not feeling quite as much pressure.

Mark and I decided that I would take summer off from school. So, while we will not have any money to do anything, we will be able to enjoy each other. And, maybe I need to relax.... (insert HUGE monster eye-roll!!)

Well, I can’t think of anything else to update our lives about.

Blessings,
Debbie

Two Down and Counting....

I have completed my first two classes in my graduate program. I have to say that I was pleased with my grades. These were probably two of the hardest classes that I have ever taken: tons of reading, loads of writing, hideous tests, and huge final projects. I was thankful that I was still breathing at the end of the eight weeks. I have to keep pinching myself to make sure that I am finally pursuing a degree in theology. I really desired to get my bachelor degree in Christian studies but went the more practical route and got an elementary education degree. However, my love has always been studying and digging into the Word of God.

My first two classes were New Testament Orientation I and World Missions. I truly enjoyed New Testament Orientation and totally got into studying about the Intertestamental period. Now, World Missions was not my favorite class. Haha!

Today, as I was reading from my Systematic theology textbooks, I needed a dictionary. That really tickled me because I actually have a decent vocabulary. However, these textbooks are written on a high academic standard. So, I imagine old Webster and I will remain friends throughout this course.

I feel so blessed that I am able to begin working on this degree. When I was five years old I told my mother that I wanted to preach God’s Word. She laughed at me and told me that only boys got to preach. However, God has allowed me to share His message on more than one occasion. And, I have come to realize that He calls each of us to particular tasks and ministries. I am a Biblical teacher. I love to tear apart the scripture and get into the meat and message of the canon. I am so thankful that God called me to teach an Adult Sunday school class. I have been blessed to have been published in a monthly Christian newspaper in the past. Fortunately, my mom was wrong about little girls not being able to proclaim God's wonderful message to mankind.

Today, I will rejoice for the opportunity to study God’s glorious Word and praise Him for calling me to proclaim the message of Christ Jesus. Now, next week, I may be crying during a test; however, I will still praise Him!

Blessings to all,
Debbie

Back to normal

The hurried days of Christmas are over signaling that the time has come to resume our normal life routine. My family is no longer under one roof all day. Mark is back working full-time in the school and doing his church position. Michael’s college classes started today and he is also back at his job through the college. Paul is trying to complete his junior year in homeschooling along with a friend’s child that I am tutoring daily in her junior year, too.

Last week was the first week of having sweet Chelsea in my home. She seems to enjoy homeschooling and comes in every morning ready to work. She and Paul are completing their chemistry together which is a tremendous blessing for me and Paul. I have to adjust to being more on a schedule since Chelsea is here during normal school hours. This has its advantages as well as its disadvantages. There is a loss of freedom but it’s nice knowing that the school day is complete by 2 PM.

I start my classes with Liberty next week. I am beginning to work on the Master in Theological Studies degree. While I love learning and school, I find that I am anxious about launching this new phase in my life. I believe that this is God’s plan for me as studying His Word is always a good thing.

So, the holidays are officially over and life continues its normal flow and ebb. But, each day still brings a new adventure and joy as I watch those I love excel in God’s design for their lives.

Another Reason That Proves God is Not a Woman!

Okay, let me first begin by saying if you get your panties in a wad over religious humor, then don’t read this piece. While the thoughts are funny, they are also accurate. And, all honest women married to a man will understand the truth of the theology behind what I am writing.

I have been having blonde highlights put in my hair for years. Recently, I decided to try and return to the color of my youth which was not blonde but brunette. I was concerned that there would be a problem with gray roots; however, in my naivety, I was not quite prepared for the amount of white hair that was fixing to make its appearance known to me.

Let me begin by saying that I always liked my hair color and swore that I would never go blonde until I started noticing some lighter hairs appearing on my head. That’s when I told my stylist to begin highlighting my hair. I have been highlighting my hair for the past 14 years. I want to make another comment. The truth why most women get and continue highlighting their hair is not because blondes have more fun. Brunettes are quite capable of having more fun than blondes. The simple reality of going blonde is that blonde hair hides white or gray hair much better.

Unfortunately, I was assuming that I would probably only have as much white hair as my husband has gray hair. My sweet man is three years older than me. Sadly, I was extremely mistaken. I colored my hair a light brown and noticed 3 weeks later that I could already see white hair beginning to make its presence known. Great, I thought. But, I assumed that I could still go my normal 6 to 7 weeks between dye jobs. That supposition was dreadfully wrong. In fact, upon further study of my head, I realized that I had much more white hair than Mark had gray.

Obviously, I wasn’t a happy camper and so I complained of my plight to my dear husband. His sweet reply, “Surely not, honey. You have got to be kidding.”

In my horrified state, I decided to prove it to him by parting my hair and showing him the evidence. What possessed me to do this is beyond my understanding. The only reasonable explanation that I have been able to come up with is temporary insanity. I thought that the man would have a sensible response. I was expecting consolation and perhaps even a dinner out. Instead my revolted husband gasped, “Oh, my GOSH, Debbie!”

For a Baptist minister, that statement is the equivalent to taking the Lord’s name in vain. However, I believe God, who is not a woman, agreed with Mark because nothing happened to him. The floor didn’t open up and swallow the man whole. Lightning didn’t strike him from the sky and give him, much needed, electric shock therapy and, most regrettably, he was not made mute.

You got it. He wasn’t done speaking. My dear sweet husband kindly inquired, “Do you need me to go to the drug store for some L’Oreal or do you have an appointment scheduled to get your hair fixed?”

I was dumb-struck and he should have been; however, he could still talk. That’s when he added, “I really am not ready to have a wife with white hair who would look older than me.”

If God was a woman, it would have been at this point that she would have turned all of his hair white and then rendered him bald the very next day.

Of course, I have been taught that God is full of grace, compassion and forgiveness and these characteristics apparently come from women. And, it’s evident that I have these attributes because this man is still living. Well, maybe God does have a feminine side, too.

Praising God through the Tears

Praising God through the Tears
November 12, 2009

Psalm 150:6 "Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord."

Anthems of praise are easily sung when blessings abound. Yet, praising God in the midst of sorrow and through tears can be arduous. While the Christian seeks to praise Him, frequently it is done with mournful mouths. Admittedly, underlying our praise is the hope that our weeping will turn to joy.

Whenever praise is difficult for me, I try to envision my Savior and the incalculable sacrifice He made for the church. He willingly submitted His life to God in order to achieve pardon and redemption for you and me. This one act and remembrance should keep my hands raised in praise to Christ. Reluctantly, I must acknowledge that I can fail miserably when my focus is taken off Christ and redirected to my situation.

Lately, my thoughts have been on my first-born son, Bobby. His birthday is Monday. In attempts to take away the sorrow of not seeing him or hearing from him, I have tried to be busy in silly employment such as choosing to remember the past, a time before he was born. I decided to hunt up old photos from High School and reflect on an age when life seemed innocent and there were innumerable possibilities. And while this occupation provided much needed diversion and shared laughter with old friends, today I find that I must look again at life and loss.

I cannot pretend that all of life is blessed and that happiness far outweighs sadness in this world. The truth is that sometimes life simply hurts. But, I have the option of not allowing my mind to dwell on anguish. And, because I know that “faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen” I can experience true praise in this life.

Today, I choose to praise God because despite my heaviness of heart, He is worthy. My praise comes from a deep knowing that He who comforted his Son will pour out that same comfort and transforming power in my own feeble life. These times of forsakenness are but momentary in the larger picture of eternity. So, today I praise Him though my tears.