Monthly Archives: July 2009

Scooter and Max

Y’all. I have never—ever —ever in my life seen a man so taken with a critter. He decided when he saw it. Love at first sight. Then calls me. “Go see! Go see!” (says he). I went. I saw. I was licked on the chinny chin-chin. And in the heart.

After much discussion. Many phone calls (while I am trying to WORK for crying out loud)…we have a new baby. Another boy.

Believe it or not…the yellow lab is mine. The patio furniture chewin’, shoe gnawin’, stick eatin’, fish catchin’ yellow bundle of energy and love is mine.

The white fur ball of squeaky noise, howl when the light is turned out and his cage door shuts, follow your every step, under your feet, can’t read your bible for him pulling your pajama leg, bundle of sweet love, is Jeff’s.

Go figure.

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A Reading Miracle—Thankful Thursday!

The summer is still going strong
the heat is still on!
God is still on His throne!
I am THANKFUL!
I want to share some of my family with you. A couple of weekends ago we had two of the grandsons staying with us.

Now as grandparents, we do things with them that we did with our girls. Sort of.

For instance. I used to make the girls a tent in their rooms, or in the living room and dining room by using sheets and light blankets draped on the furniture. This was rainy day fun for them. When the boys come over, it is more fun for them to pitch an actual tent in the living room. Which we do. As you can see in the video.

When our girls were young, there was a time, maybe even twice that we had “no TV” for over a month. A choice made when it broke and we had no money to fix it! However, the month of July, has been sort of an unofficial “no TV” month at our house. It’s not broken, no one has been grounded…but we needed some silence from the chaos of the world. I have no clue what has been happening other than what I have been told. I have survived. I have still been able to eat, sleep and dress myself without the TV! Believe it or not! So has Jeff!

We have read, worked on a puzzle (a big one, not the one Zackary is putting together in the video) –I have done some cleaning—and enjoyed time without the influence of the world.

Before you watch the video—and you start thinking I am off my rocker, you need to know a little bit about the two miracles in the picture.

The first little fellow was a 2 lb. 7 oz. miracle born 2 1/2 months early. A little anxious to get here, he wasted no time. He has been diagnosed with a congenital heart defect, along with other health issues. He is a live wire miracle!

The one in the tent is reading to us. This brought tears to my eyes. He is 7 1/2 and just started TALKING when he was just over 5. He was diagnosed with an autistic spectrum disorder and Grandbuddy began to pray earnestly for him to be able to talk just over 2 years ago. The week he began to fast and pray for Rylan we saw major improvement. By the end of the first 2 weeks, Rylan had said his first sentence. It was short…but it was a sentence!

So as you listen to his slow, but steady words, keep in mind the miracle that has taken place before our very eyes. He has just graduated from Kindergarten and will be going on to take on 1st grade! Each step with him as been another growth of faith in our lives.

I am thankful over and over when I peer into the eyes of these little ones. All of them!

On another note, I would like your prayers.

On August 15, 2009—I will be here. Barbara from the Ivy Path e-mailed me to be in prayer about speaking for them at a retreat. I began to pray. The LORD began to work in my heart and my mind a direction even before she told me what they wanted. The direction from Him and her request were the same. So, if you would please jot my name on your prayer list that God would use me as He sees fit —I would greatly appreciate it! AND if you can join us in Lake City, Florida—-that would be awesome!

For now, join us over at my friend, Lynn’s placeand let’s all be THANKFUL!

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Chewed anything good lately? Max has.

For those of you who follow the rambling, romping life of Max, here are a few updated pictures. Taken just this weekend. He is Mr. Serious. But only for these shots…in real life, he is a rambunctious pile of fur that loves to CHEW on anything. From sticks, to patio furniture–to rocks, towels, shoes, etc….you get the picture? Wait, he chewed the picture!

Yes, I know this now….but I wouldn’t trade him for anything!

You know, the LORD wouldn’t trade us for anything either. He knows our faults, missteps, and many times we do things that are against His nature, yet He loves us on. He points us in the direction of the Cross—if we are looking to HIM for the answer.

Max loves to play fetch. He will run and stand where he THINKS the ball or frizzbie will land…and sometimes I throw him off…just to see if he’s paying attention.

Sometimes God uses the oddest things to get our attention….to see if we are listening…and watching. He is constantly sending me reminders of His love. Much like the little hearts we pass around on facebook!

Let me share this passage from Psalm 139:1-3 (NLT)

O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me.
You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.
You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do.

There is nothing He is not aware of. From the trials you face today, to the joys that will come tomorrow! He knows all about it and has equipped you to face the ordeal around the next bend in the road. Lean on Him. Take your burdens to HIM.

Stand where He’s about to throw out the blessing!

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Two for the Price of One!

(These feet don’t stink)

Snoring and Stinky Feet

My sister, Aimee told me a little story of when she was working at the hospital (on the baby floor), a woman and her husband was in their room after she had given birth the night before, and when Aimee came on shift she said the whole floor stunk. She said it smelled like “collards cooking”. Everyone was complaining. They couldn’t find the source.

So Aimee set out like a huntin’ dog on a scent. She found the source. Lying on a couch in his wife’s room lay a tuckered out workin’ man—snoring loud enough to wake the dead…and with feet and leather boots stinky enough to kill ’em all over again!

Miss Fix-it found a bag to put said stinky boots in and tied the knot tight. When the wife roused from her sleep—she explained that they were “smelling so bad, it might upset your stomach when your supper gets here.” The sleeping giant of a husband never even skipped a snore. Kept right on sawing the veritable logs.

Well, that was your funny for the day. It was an old story from Aimee’s hospital days…but made me laugh. Maybe it did you too!

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Strength from Pain.

Several months ago, I felt a twinge of emotional pain being inflicted from an outside source. I stood there —asking the Lord, why—-“Why would You make me face this? When so much is already going on? Why? Then He said to my heart—“he is having to deal with what he has done. He will have to face his decisions. It may be hard on you…but your strength comes from Me.”

While I fully realize that any strength I have comes from my Father, I also know that I can’t avoid the pain. He gives us strength to endure the pain. Every single kind of pain.

I had to have blood drawn last year for a simple cholesterol check. My regular nurse—the one that KNOWS how difficult it is getting blood from me and HOW TO DO IT WITHOUT KILLING ME had a baby and was not there. So —I got this little chick—who said—“oh it’ll be easy, I’ll just leave the blood pressure cuff on”. Yeah right.

So while the blood pressure cuff is cutting off the circulation to my hand, and sweet young nurse is tapping the inside of my arm to get a vein to pop up and say “here I am—stick me please”….I am thinking of Wanda. And how many times she was poked and prodded. How she endured needle after needle, blood draw after blood draw. Year after year.

She was given strength. To endure the pain. The pain wasn’t removed from her life just because she was a sweet precious child of the Father. But He gave her unimaginable strength to keep going.

That’s what He does for us. As we face trials and problems, situations that just knock us down, the Lord lifts up our weary body, brushes us off, cleans us up….sometimes even has to do a little “garment repair”—when we act out of character for our calling. I have had garment repair. In years past, my mouth got me in a world of trouble. WHEN I am not careful it still does.

So with caution I stand. Willing—unsure of my ability, but very sure of His ability.

Your strength and my strength, comes from Him. Yes, you may have to endure the pain of the drawing of blood….but He will strengthen your soul. He strengthens my soul.

Bless the Lord,
O my soul,
and all that is within me;
Bless His Holy Name!

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The Journey So Far. . .

When I started walking, I can’t say.
When I started talking, I don’t remember.
But I do know a day entered my life’s calendar that forever changed my walk. 
My feet began following His. Though rough and rocky sometimes the road, I travel on.  
The Destination…is so worth the journey.

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Unexpected Joy

“Joy is a mystery because it can happen anywhere, anytime, even under the most unpromising circumstances, even in the midst of suffering, with tears in its eyes.” –Fredrick Buechner

That quote is now framed on my bookshelf. It once graced the table beside my chair. It even sat quietly on my nightstand. Quietly though it sat, it spoke volumes. I gave a framed copy to my mother and another one to Bobbi, our precious family friend, who is an awesome prayer warrior, because she prayed for our Prodigal child every morning at 5:00 a.m. without fail!

The irony in this quote blasted through my heart the day our daughter ran away from home at the young age of 17. I had flipped my calendar page over that day and discovered it. Never once thinking that I would soon discover the true meaning behind it! Joy was far from our hearts and home that day. But it did come to us again. She returned home, like the prodigal son, after discovering that life was not as it is depicted in the movies. She returned with a broken heart and unprepared for the changes coming to her world. Her biggest change came just days before Christmas of her 18th year of life.

He arrived in a flurry of activity. We knew he was coming, we even prepared, but this we did not prepare for. One minute we were sitting quietly on the little sleeper sofa provided for us, the next minute we are instructed to leave the room. White skirts and coats fly around as if in a whirlwind. Movement is everywhere, with the exception of my heart. It is as if it stopped. The minute the tiny heart inside his mommy stopped, so did mine.

Today was supposed to be a memorable day. It had started off early. We had arrived at the hospital around 5:00 a.m. with our beautiful, young prodigal daughter. After a long strenuous day of labor (on our daughters part) and watching and waiting (on our part), my husband and I were quickly ushered into the hallway as the doctor worked diligently to get a heartbeat back in the little life we had yet to meet.

When the doctor came out to speak with us, the anxious teary-eyed parents, he told us he was about to do an emergency C-Section. He instructed us to “suit-up”. In Ephesians 6:13 we are instructed to “take on” or put on the “whole armor of God” so that we will be able to fight against or withstand the tricks of the enemy. I felt like this was some horrible trick being played on my family and I didn’t know for sure how “durable” my own armor was. I talked to God everyday, but there were many areas in my life that needed some work. So here I stood in hospital scrubs and “spiritual armor” shaking in my shoes, but ready to take on the enemy for the sake of my daughter and her unborn baby.

Off we rush to the surgical area and wait outside the door while they hurriedly prepare the Prodigal for the procedure. The nurse comes out and directs me quickly into the room to our daughters side and her dad to the surgery-viewing window. I held onto her hand, touching her face as I silently prayed, watched, and listened. They were frantic to get our little one into the world.

His name had been chosen as soon as we discovered through the miracle of an ultrasound that it was to be a boy. Rylan Oliver. My husband teasingly referred to him as “ROK”, indicating that he would be fiercely strong and powerful. He would be a “good ‘ole tough country boy”. The name Oliver was chosen from our “Grandbuddy”. I still remember the day I sat in Tiffany’s “reclaimed” bedroom trying out different names for our little one. I realize that I keep referring to him as “our little one”, but I can’t help it!

In just a few short minutes that felt like years, a small crying little boy with a head full of dark hair entered this world. Flailing his little arms and kicking his short legs, he was a sight! A tremendously beautiful sight, and I could hardly see through the blur of tears in my eyes! The nurse held him close to his mommy’s face so that she could kiss him and then handed him off to me to carry down the hall to the nursery. Tiffany had said, “mama, don’t let him out of your sight”, and you better believe I didn’t. He was our long awaited for “grandson”! Our hearts were full to overflowing. God was just too good to us! My face was already hurting from smiling so much! It was making me exhausted! But it was the absolute best exhaustion I would ever have! Smiling from ear to ear because of a new life!

When you stop and think of all the lives that have been brought into the world of Christ through salvation, don’t you just know how much rejoicing goes on in heaven over just one life?

Luke 15:10… there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”

When we accept Jesus Christ as our Savior by believing on Him and that He gave His life for us, then our heavenly Father “doesn’t let us out of His sight”!

Matthew 10:30 says, And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

Many of us have, or have had loved ones that prayed countless prayers that we might come to know the Father in heaven. When we accepted Him and became part of the family of God, we were the “long awaited ones”. Just like our first grandchild. He arrived in our lives with much ado, and we would never be the same again. Once we give our hearts and lives fully to Christ, fellow believers, we will never be the same!

“Our little one” is now 7. God has added to our family several more beautiful blessings, but Rylan was the one that taught us all so much. He has been diagnosed with mild cerebral palsy and an autistic spectrum disorder.

He was definitely our “Joy” during some tough circumstances, an unexpected gift, but one we treasure with all our hearts.

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