Sunday, January 19, 2014

I can do that!


Yesterday Ella, Sammie, and I went to the Farmer's Market.  We had a great time seeing all the crafty things, the handmade items, the food, and the cookies.  The girls eyeballed something that made me think, "I can do that!"  I hate it when that happens.  Here is why … I get home, I look around for what I need to make that particular item, go and purchase what I don't have, start on the project, then I get distracted and never finish.  Therefore, I have about a million and one projects that have not been finished!!!!  And by the time I get to them, I'm no longer interested or my need is gone.  ):  so I'll start on something new and it happens all over again. 

Here's what they saw: 

Actually, this isn't the one … this is one off of Pinterest and although nice and pretty, the one they saw yesterday went a little further to gain the attention the desire of 9 year old girls by adding the fact that the jeans were pink, there were ruffles on the purse, and at the bottom, there was a fringe of rick rack and bobbles.  It was SO CUTE!!!  So I am now on the hunt for old pink, purple, blue, red, or simply blue, jeans to cut and sew into purses for my gals.  Among the other things I do every day then stop because I'm overwhelmed and then wonder why I don't get anything done.  (:

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Getting ready for Christmas

So this is what I do while we are driving down the road and I simply just HAVE to do something with myself. 

Stars galore!  I may use them for a garland, on Christmas cards, I'm just not sure yet.

Here is one of my favorites ... rolled up Shakespeare ... I have yet to add beads to the hanger.  That's for another weekend.

These little boogers are wooden hangers for curtains that were on clearance at Hobby Lobby .. although I'm not quite sure how they would have worked for curtains ... so I wrapped them in embroidery thread and topped them off with a teeny flower.  I will be adding a beaded hanger this weekend.  
Have fun working on your Christmas projects!

Friday, September 20, 2013

Kids .... our greatest joy and our greatest sorrow

Why do our children cause such heartbreak?  That's gonna be my first question to God when I see Him face to face.  Why did three of my four children, who were brought up the church, took part in Bible studies, listened to sermons and praise music and hymns galore, can answer pretty much any Bible question asked, make such poor choices in life?  I just don't get it.  Sometimes I feel like I just want to wrestle with God.

My mom and dad are preachers.  Still.  and have been for as long as I have been alive.  I respect that, I have participated in that, I have preached myself.  I have been in ministry since 1999 when my husband and I went into full-time ministry and preached, pastored, were counselors, music directors, money raisers, you name it, we did it.


I have cried myself to sleep when I thought one son would spend 35 years in prison due to 5 counts of attempted murder.  I have sat on a couch all night long waiting for my husband to call me and let me know if one son was still alive after an overdose.  I have called hospitals and jails to find my children when they didn't come home weeks at a time.  I have watched one son being taken out of our home in handcuffs.  I have watched one son struggle with keeping a job.  I still jump EVERY time I hear an ambulance or a police car, when someone calls and I don't recognize the number, and when the doorbell rings.  EVERY TIME.

I have drug dealers call my house.  I have found liquor, pot, cigarettes, lighters, spice, and papers in my home.  I have had most everything of value stolen from me and sold. When anyone comes to the house with their purse, I have to tell them to lock it up.  

All of this, yet, it breaks my heart to pieces when one of them is hurting.  It brings so much joy to my heart when I hear the uncontrollable burst of laughter and see the smile on his face that simply brightens up the whole room.  It tears me apart when I know he is hurting.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The ride home

My heart breaks sometimes when I am at work. 

So many people are hurting, so many people are living a life that is impossible to do without hurting those closest to them.  It is painful to watch pain.  Even when a person doesn't even know they're in pain, it's hard to watch. 

I am a piece-fitter.  I am a figure-outer.  I am a end-finder.  But the pieces just don't fit.  It doesn't make sense.  The overanalyzing that I attempt ends in a fizzle. 

So on the ride home I try and fit these pieces together so that I can function in the world that has been created as my own.  I drive over the bridge and try to leave it all behind.  I want to be a good mother to my children.  I want to be a good wife to my husband.  I want to be a good friend to my friends and those around me.  I want to love them and let them know I care about them so much and that I would do anything to keep them safe.

... so I'm off to work again, ready to put the pieces together as my mind tries so hard to do, just knowing that I may not be able to. 

Friday, August 30, 2013

Life is good, God is better, liver is nasty.

Well, well, well. As I sit in my living room almost completely alone, I find myself unable to concentrate on my schoolwork. I am supposed to be completing my reading right now for English, then completing a couple of peer reviews, writing my own, finishing up my Math homework from yesterday's class, then when Johnny gets home around noon, we will be heading out to the county to visit a few folks, run an errand, head back to NB for the kids to get home and enjoy our Friday evening. I have the next three days off of work. Hallelujah! Just enough time for me to get my homework done, relax, get some other things done, and finish up some church business that I have been putting off for too long.

"Getting an education is important!" I wish I would have listened to my parents. They had it right, don't they always? I attended a community college right after high school for 2 weeks when I realized I couldn't hack it. I quit, had to tell mom and dad, felt horrible about them losing that money (which is a BIG thought when we think about paying for our own kids' college) and now at 43 I'm getting my Associates Degree in Nursing. I'm really excited and looking forward to what is down the road.

I have a Bachelors Degree in Leadership and Ethics, lots of great information retained from those classes, however, it has not proven to be something useful outside of ministry .... which is where I help to provide for my family.

With Johnny being a part-time pastor for two churches, I hold certain responsibilities to be my own as a pastor's wife, and frankly, as a pastor myself. I sometimes feel inadequate having a full-time job, trying to spend time with my family, and spending time with those we pastor. Having just begun full-time classes, I find my time to be extremely valuable. I am trying to focus on doing one thing at a time and doing each thing well. Hence, this entry. I have to get my thoughts out before I can continue reading my English so I can clear my head. No better place than my blog that I haven't touched in months. (:

Life is good, God is better, liver is nasty.

S

Saturday, October 13, 2012

1, 2, 3, the devil's after me ....

I remember singing that chorus over and over and over again in church as a child, and even throughout my adulthood as is was brought back to memory. 

After singing it probably more than half a million times, I was singing it the other day in the car, and here's how it went:

1, 2, 3, the devil's after me;
4, 5, 6, he's always throwing sticks.
7, 8, 9, he misses every time ...

and the finish is this:  hallelujah, hallelujah, amen!

But I didn't finish.  I stopped abruptly at "he misses every time".  I quickly realized that since he DOESN'T miss every time, I and a hundred million other adults have been teaching our children that the devil doesn't hit you when he throws his sticks.  I know this chorus isn't supposed to make a theological statement, but it's what our kids are singing.

The devil throws sticks and hits us deeply.  His sticks cause pain, affliction, dispair, discouragement, unrest, and downright ugliness.  And not only for us, but for the people who are affected by what we do or what we say!!  Our children, our friends, our neighbors, even our enemies. 

The trick is to be ready.  The way to be ready is to not have to look over my shoulder every minute of every day, but to know that the devil is willing to do anything to get me.  I have to make sure I'm standing steady and not wavering.  I have to make sure that my stance is one that if I'm hit from behind, I won't fall.  I have to ensure that my children and their children know that when they stand ready, they are less likely to get stuck with a stick that hurts and causes pain every way they turn.  Sure, the devil gets us sometimes even when we're ready, but when we can prepare ourselves, we are so much better off. 

Hallelujah, hallelujah, amen!

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Genevieve's notes

Wouldn't you know it that one evening, roaming around on Facebook, I would come across a post that someone is needing a new home for their piano.  I responded as quickly as I could, within seconds of the initial posting, maybe, and I was officially the proud owner.  I just had to find a way to get it the 30 miles to my house. 

The mission was possible (hear the music?) and it worked out.  The stars all aligned or something, I don't know.  We were blessed and were able to get a company to move it for us.  YAY! 

Saturday morning we waited. and waited. and waited.  Well, I waited, no one else really knew what was going on, and I'm not sure it would have been a big deal for them anyway.  You see, my husband and I have four fabulous children whom ALL have been INCREDIBLY blessed with the gift of music.  They can all play just about any instrument they pick up, but our oldest specifically can play the drums like nobody's business.  The next one in line can pick up a guitar and wear out the strings.  Awesome!  The next one in line listened to me play "Turkish March" (Truman show theme song) one too many times and picked out the melody on the piano.  CRAZY!  Our little one is taking lessons, can pick out on the keyboard pretty much any tune she hears.  and they're just so casual about it all.  SO... that said, I don't think they realize how blessed they really are.

So here is the truck.  Pretty plain, I know.  Just a truck.  But the excitement was eating away at my insides. 


The guys ... just two of them.  But they were strooonnnggg!!


Here's the bench ... it was the easy part.  :)


Over the threshold ... I heard the angels singing ....  


Before ...


and after. 


She couldn't resist.


And here she goes again.


Another "you see", we were given this piano by someone who loves music.  She played on this piano as a young girl and wanted it to go to someone who would love it as much as she does.  WE DO!  I believe she is grateful that the piano's new home is a place where love for music abides and this very large piece of furniture will be cared for by musicians and children and guests who enter and want to tickle the ivories.  This is a happy story, a happy momma is the result, and when no one was around this beautiful Sunday afternoon, I was able to sit down and lose myself in it.  I played from my heart and it was just fabulous. 

One of the silly things I do sometimes is name things.  Weird, I know.  A few months back when we were loaned a truck, we named her Bessie.  Hubby's car's name was George.  This piano, needed a name.  From the very beginning of this scenario, I knew what we would name her.  She is named after my grandmother whose middle name is Genevieve. 

My grandmother holds a very special place in our hearts and lives, and the music that comes from our home will be a simple tribute to her. 




Thank you Kathi for your beautiful gift.