Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
So glad it's Summer!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
miss usa
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Trip to Bonham
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
AI...oh my
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
An excerpt from Mexico mission journal.....
I just came across this today and remembered that day...another heart song straight from the Father ...
On the day that we left, a liitl girl named
Erika came to me and hugged me. She looked up at me
and said "I want Jesus in my house". During the week
that we were there, Erika helped us translate to her
nieghbors and friends who did not know English. She
smiled ALL the time. She laughed more than anyone
else. She offered to help carry things and was never
short of kisses and hugs for everyone. I would guess
that she was around 10.
On the last day when she came
to hug me, she wasn't smiling. She said "I want Jesus
n my house". I felt so helpless. She knew we were
leaving in a few minutes. Leaving Mexico. Going back
to America. She was hanging on to me for dear life.
She buried her face in my shirt and started to cry.
We had ministered to so many. A construction team had
worked non-stop on the church while we were there. We
had shared bible stories and the good news of Christ.
We had given supplies and toys and crafts. God had
used us so much.
Still, as I held onto Erika, all I felt was fear and
hopelessness. This was the last real moment of trust
God had in store for me. I had to let her go. I had to trust Him.
He was the difference maker. I held her as long as I could as
tighly as I could. My three sweet highschool girls
that I roomed with noticed us and gathered around us.
Toghether we prayed for Erika and for God's plan for
her life. This is our prayer to Him, though Him, for
Erika. Later, it became my heart song for missions.
When I see and feel the pain so deep,
I want to lend a hug to heal the hurt,
the pain that is so real to me.
I want to be washed and clothed and soaked in the
blood,
the Love the lasting Love,
The healing blood.
As I wrap my arms around them, Lord... I pray
aloud...
I pray…..
Let my arms be your arms,
Let my heart that breaks with your mercy gift,
Be healed by Your embrace not mine
Make me an instrument of comfort
As I hold Your Child whose brokenness I cannot mend,
With a servants heart I won’t pretend
to have the answers I know You know
But, let my tears fall down in honor of the healing
that begins with
this prayer.
Let my arms be your arms,
Let the love that passes between our embrace
Be the Love passed down from You
Let me be Christ to them
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Pop that Corn
So our microwave broke. When getting ready for a movie night last week, my daughter "discovered" a fabulous way to make microwave popcorn in a pot on the stove top! She was amazed ;) "Look Mom! We can do it like this!"Mud People
Mud Boggin!!!!!!!!!


So when I was in middle school, I wen to this thing called aBottle Tree


DID YOU KNOW? Bottle Trees are a Mississippi favorite, a tree (a wooden stick covered in wooden dowels) covered in bottles to catch evil spirits before they could reach your home. It is believed this practice originated in the Caribbean on the island of Haiti and was brought to the mainland by slaves from Africa.
Monday, March 17, 2008
why are there no butterfly kisses songs for boys and moms?

Sunday, March 09, 2008
lonely cat dies
"I know this. Death, life, angels, rulers, things happening now, things that will happen, high things, low things, nothing else in all the world can come between us and God's Love in Christ Jesus our Lord."
The Sky was there in africa

After four days and three nights in Africa, I was walking with my new Ghanian friend, Alex, through the village and back to the church. I casually glanced up. I grabbed Alex's arm and said "Wait!" He was startled and looked all around. "What is it?", he asked in his wonderful accent looking all around and above. "The sky!" I said. I haven't looked up the entire time I've been here! Would it be okay if we stood here a moment while I see the sky? It's so beautiful." "Of course." he obliged. And there we stood, looking up at the African sky. I was in Africa, looking up at the African sky, and it took me four days and three nights before noticed it. I don't know if Alex thought it was strange of me. If he did, he didn't act like it. It was a surreal moment for me and a moment I'll never forget.
Friday, March 07, 2008
jason national effect
Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Leonard Cohen
We know from personal experience how "American Idol" performances can return a great song to heavyiPod rotation. It's happened for us with Paris Bennett's audition performances of the Dixie Chicks' "Cowboy Take Me Away" and Dave Brubeck's "Take Five," when Ruben Studdard covered the Bee Gees classic "Nights on Broadway," and when a pre-scandal David Hernandez lit up the stage with his rendition of The Temptations' "Papa was a Rolling Stone."
This week, we were delighted to welcome our adored Leonard Cohen(+523%) to the ranks of Idol-inspired buzz, courtesy of Jason Castro's lovely take on Cohen's often-covered masterpiece "Hallelujah" (+1,012%). The judges praised dread-head Jason, with Simon Cowell especially professing his love for the Jeff Buckley arrangement of the song. And so the buzz began.
Idol watchers sent Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah" to #4 on iTunes. Searchers fanned out over the Web to find "jeff buckley," "hallelujah lyrics," and "jeff buckley hallelujah," with smaller jumps in interest on "john cale," "rufus wainwright," "leonard cohen lyrics," and the "shrek soundtrack." Even Sasha Frere-Jones of The New Yorker took time out to compliment Castro.
And how cool is it that teenagers—especially girls 13-17—showed the most interest in the song? Perhaps they'd be excited to hear that Cohen (who will be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame next week) is reportedlyheading out on tour this summer. Then again, maybe we shouldn't make too much of a fuss over that news. After all, we do want the Cohen faithful to have a good shot at getting tickets.



