Showing posts from April, 2014

Just Another Day

It was pouring down rain. The dog wanted to go outside but I asked him to wait. I should have known better, trying to reason in people terms with a 6 month old puppy who only knows the business of "now."

I won't tell you that everything that could go wrong was going wrong. Our house is no different than any other household during the morning routine. Get the kids ready for school. Pack lunches. Take the dog out. Try to squeeze in a quick workout. Maybe there's a few extra moments to have some quiet time. Who am I kidding?! It's like this on any given morning in any given household, right?! (Please tell me I'm right, otherwise I've lost all hope!)
I told a grumpy 5 year old he could sleep a few more minutes while I got breakfast ready and packed lunch. When I returned upstairs I was greeted by a precocious puppy and a horrific stench. There it was. In the middle of the floor. A great big mound. Big dogs = big ... well, you get the picture. 
Upon cleaning u…

Changing Seasons

Remember the Polar Vortex? The sub-zero temperatures. The bitter blustery winds. I remember all too well. We had the bright idea to get a 12 week old puppy just days before the onset of it all. 
It was a long winter. A very long and unpredictable season. Uncharacteristic for Virginia. 
We complained, we grumbled, we griped. We hated the cold. We were tired of the snow. We couldn't handle One. More. Snow. Day. Spring couldn't come soon enough. 
Now we're experiencing the Pollen Vortex. Some say it is a direct effect of the harsh winter. Allergy sufferers everywhere don't have to be warned. They're experiencing the full-blown effects of every budding and blooming speck of dust wafting through the air and being inhaled, much to their detriment. 
Have we already begun hoping for the dry, hot, humid summer yet? 

I dare say we could understand this statement more having experienced such unpredictable seasons. Evenso, as Virginians, we've come to understand a certain order…

Loving Life in Lynchburg

Lynchburg residents have taken this article viral. It's a former resident explaining why he's thankful he doesn't still live here.  I LOVE the list someone else compiled to share the reasons why you might consider moving to Lynchburg. Check that out here.

Maybe as irony goes, this video is also going viral. Lynchburg residents in familiar settings. Sigh... 
To the naysayer, here is my response as to why we are better off without residents like you: 
1. The families who are being raised here are much better off without complaining transplants who would choose to stay here and make it miserable for everyone else. As a kid raised in the outlying areas surrounding Lynchburg, I witnessed "rednecks" and African Americans struggle with their identities and differences. I gained a better perspective and appreciation for culture, diversity and understanding who you are while embracing the differences around you. That comes with your environment, what you're exposed t…

You Love Me Anyway

There are moments weighted down so heavy with guilt that I can't fathom any thought of grace.
There are memories so heavy with looming thoughts of the past that I cannot see any hope for the future.
There are gruesome mistakes parading in front of me that I know leave me too far gone.
The time we're given on earth, the mere breath that makes up the expanse of our life, it's but a moment to God, a few decades to us. Yet somehow in this blink of an eye that I've already been given I've managed to fall so far from grace that surely I've landed outside of His reach.
Dare a blessing fall before me, I never think it rightfully mine. It simply cannot be, for I am the worst of sinners. There is no room for mercy mixed into the momumental follies of my life. 
I am the thorn in your crown.
I am the one who has caused You so much pain. I'm the one who cut so deeply with all the force of my wrong doing thrust upon You...
But you love me anyway.
I am the sweat from Your brow
I a…


We wait for it, anticipate it, look forward to it all week. For most, Friday is the first indication we've made it through another week. Another week of school, work, responsibilities coming to a close. It usually comes with a sense of accomplishment, a feeling of relief that the weekend is within reach. 
It's Friday. It should bring celebration and rejoicing but on this Good Friday it brings a different kind of feeling. I'm reminiscent, reflective, contemplative of what this day represents. 
"It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit. When he had said this, he breathed his last." Luke 23:44-45
It seems ironic to reference this day as "Good Friday," but it comes as no surprise that simple research reports that Good Friday is a day of prayer, r…

Do you see me?

I can see you hurting and I know that you're in pain...
To the one who's in the thick of the battle, court dates and lawyers, bitter fights and gruesome accusations. The divorce is inevitable. Your heart is breaking over the children, the love lost, the choices made, the destruction that follows. I can see you hurting.
To the one whose heart is breaking, wrestling with all the things you were told, every word you bought as truth, now somehow trying to convince your mind and your heart that this ache will go away. Your loneliness is suddenly magnified. Your singleness once again identified. I can see you hurting.
To the one who is yet again undergoing tests, waiting for results, visiting doctor after doctor, and enduring appointment after appointment, praying for wisdom with treatment plans, praying for an even bigger miracle. Your strength and faith is to be admired, yet I can see you hurting.
To the one who is waiting, yet another month goes by and disappointment comes once again…

Just One Touch

"Just then a woman who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak. She said to herself, "If only I can touch his cloak, I will be healed."Matthew 9:20-21
Just one touch. That's all she was after. Whether she wasn't brave enough, not feeling worthy enough, or simply not able to press beyond the crowd, she wasn't even face-to-face. She approached Him from behind seeking one touch. 
Just the edge. Other translations refer to the hem, the fringe, or even the tassel. Just one tassel. One thread of his garment. Just the very bottom - the fringe that most likely resulted from wear and tear. All she needed was one shred of His garment. 
"Jesus turned and saw her. "Take heart, daughter," he said, "your faith has healed you." And the woman was healed from that moment." Matthew 9:22
Her faith had healed her. Through the power of Jesus Christ and the faith she certainly clung to, the suffe…

My Delight

"Delight yourself in The Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:4
Oh yes, Lord. How many times have I prayed this to you? Too many times for me to recall, I've come to you with the desires of my heart. 
Your word says... That God-breathed scripture I've read over and over, underlined and even prayed gives me full access to You with my heart's desires. Right?!
I feel it. I can almost feel the pity party getting ready to start. I am, of course, the hostess and will be donning my crown of whining complaints. He is nonetheless the guest of honor, invited by my beckoning prayers to tell Him over and over again what it is I desire and why I want Him to "bless" me with an affirmative to my requests.
"Whom have I in heaven but You? Earth has nothing I desire besides You." Psalm 73:25
Oh dear. Oh no. That simply... I've gotten it all wrong. 
Oh Lord, I haven't been desiring YOU. I'm upset. Confused. I don't understand.…

Killing Time

I was killing time. Leisurely browsing and enjoying a few moments when I wasn't actually rushing here, there and everywhere. 
I felt as though my random stop was being utterly blessed when I found a literal steal on some household items that we could really use. I was so excited about these finds I think I might have been skipping to the register. Don't mistake my enthusiasm for being in a hurry. I certainly was not. 
There was only one register open without walking to the opposite end of the sore so I chose to wait despite 5 people already in line. After all, I was killing time anyway. 
I could sense someone in line behind me as I waited my turn. I admit I was somewhat zoned out until I could hear the person huffing and puffing, heaving huge sighs of impatience. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the person peering around me trying to see how many people were ahead. The foot started to tap. I sensed my own self getting annoyed, not at the wait, but at the one behind me unwi…