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They've been disarmed.

“Eric held him down until the police could get the gun out of his hand.” My friend, Beth, told me this story about her husband, a firefighter who helped wrestle a person to the ground during an emergency call yesterday.    This troubled man reached and successfully grabbed an officer’s gun from her belt, but was immediately subdued when four people, including Eric, pounced upon him. They restrained him until they had retrieved the gun and could carefully stand up again.    The culprit was disarmed.   Everyone was safe.   I love a story of valor.   Just a day before, I’d been reading through Colossians and came to chapter 2, verse 15, “He disarmed the rulers and authorities and put them to open shame, triumphing over them…”   My eyes veered back to “disarmed.” The Holy Spirit seemed to be highlighting that word in my heart, giving it an intense weight. I studied it. Originating in the late 14th century, it meant to “deprive of power to injure or terrify, render harmless.” Unable to caus
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It's time to serve them.

I was standing in a long line at Mr. C's Ace Hardware in Hurst, Texas on a Sunday afternoon. I was about seven months pregnant, so the roundness of my middle was evident. I was holding my garden item, waiting for my turn. An older gentleman behind me struck up a conversation, "Well, you look lovely," obviously referring to my pregnancy. I smiled and said a quiet, "Thank you." He went on, "It is beautiful to see a new mom. Is it your first?" "Yes, it is." "That's great! But you know, we just have too many of these young moms having babies these days without being married. It's such a tragedy."  The emotional knot in my stomach churned. I tried to hide my left hand from him for the remainder of my time in line so that he wouldn't see that I was "one of those tragic girls". This is how it used to be for unwed moms. Fifty years ago, they were rejected by the church, many were also rejected by their fath

Layla - YES!

  Little miss walked into the kitchen and hiked herself up on her usual stool at the bar as I was fixing myself a grilled cheese lunch.   “Hey!”   “Well, hello little miss.”   “I’ve been wanting to tell you something.”   “And what’s that?”   I continued to put the butter on each side of my bread pieces as she was talking.   “A couple of weeks ago, on August ninth, I was upstairs in my room at my mom’s house.”   “Yes.”   “And I was looking at my laptop, all by myself.”   At this point, I heard her become a bit nervous. I put my buttering knife down for a minute to look at her. I wasn't sure if a confession or an announcement was on the horizon.   “Yes?”   “Well, while I was sitting there, I heard God speak to me.”   My demeanor changed to a cautious excitement.   “You did?”   “Yes.”   “And then what happened?”   “Well, it was like nothing I had ever felt before and I knew it was God. So I just said, ‘Y

Marriage: The First Year

As a celebratory blog about our first year of marriage, I thought I might write about making it through the “bumps in the road”, but no, I've already written about a few of those. Clearly, we've had them.  Maybe I'd write about what it's been like getting married later in life? Maybe just about love? Maybe about all the things I've learned? Nah. I decided on quotes. Yes, quotes, from our home, to sum up our first year of marriage. These are actual, quick, conversations that have taken place between B and me. And they've all brought laughter, a lot of laughter. I think they sum up our first year better than any great story. I have chosen six, not in any particular order.    Me: I saw on this documentary that this girl took six days of silence and it changed her life. B: Me: I think I’m going to do that. B: Did you want to start tonight? *** B: My dream job is in Chicago. Me: I’m not mov

The Blended Thing: Post Four

I don’t compete. Not really anyway. I mean…If I’m playing Catch Phrase or Heads Up, ( or maybe basketball with a five year old ), I will totally get into the game. I can yell and scream and cheer with the best of them. But I don’t really care if I lose. Maybe that is more what I mean. “I’m not competitive” = “I don’t care if I lose.” Don’t get me wrong, during the game, I want to win. I think everyone does. But if I don’t win, I don’t lose any sleep. Now I’m married to a man who has an ex-wife. At first glance, I would tell you that I feel no need to compete with her. I have never needed to feel “prettier” than her.   She has seen me in comfy pants, hair up, and no make up. She’s seen me in torn workout clothes and I don’t wear Lulu Lemon. One time I opened the front door panting and she could see lines of sweat dribbling down my forehead. I never gave it a second thought. I’ve never felt the twinge of financial jealousy. She works ve

Ethan got saved!

This summer we took all three kids to VBS at our new church here in the Woodlands. I was there with them each day because I was helping in the 4 th grade Bible study room.   Each morning, all ages of the VBS kids would meet in the sanctuary and the teachers would head up to a 9:00 meeting/prayer time. Well, on Wednesday morning, I took them into the sanctuary like normal and then completely forgot about my 9:00 meeting. I have no idea why, but that prayer time didn’t even cross my mind.  I ended up staying in the sanctuary, along the wall, to secretly check on how the kids were doing. First let me say that Ethan is our quiet guy. He is on the shyer side and while he feels emotions very deeply, he doesn’t show them often. He is reserved in most settings and sometimes it even takes a nudge from us to “get him out there”. As I searched for each of our three kids, I found Ethan first and I couldn’t believe what I saw. I stood there. Watching. Staring. Wait. Was that real

Don't want to invite kids to your wedding?

Not having children at weddings is the latest trend. I have received several invitations to weddings (as have several of my friends) in which children have been un-invited to the wedding. I don’t know when or how or why this got started. As a woman who recently got married 7 months ago, I’d like to contribute a different opinion to this new nuptial craze. First let me say, “to each their own”. This post is not for the bride who has already decided not to have children at her wedding. If that is your decision, that is great for you! This post IS for the bride who isn’t quite sure what she wants to do.   Fact: Aside from the groom, kids were the BEST thing at my wedding. Before the Wedding Before the wedding, several little ladies came by to see me in the bride’s room: McKenna, Olivia and Kendall. These three! How I adore them. I’d spent countless hours with these small people (and their moms!) at school which meant I had shared in their lives for months…hearin