Monday, December 5, 2016

Be It Unto Me

I want to share a photo that I took while 
browsing around our little town.


Peace on earth, peace in my heart. 
Peace, a simple word that stills the storm to a whisper.

Yesterday, The Pastor's sermon and the song, Be It Unto Me, 
were just absolutely a God-send. 

Every year the Lord whispers a word or two into my spirit ear 
and if I'm still enough, I will hear. 

A few years ago at one of the darkest times of my life, 
after my parents death, He whispered to me, 
"Emanuel."

He was speaking, "I am with you.  You are not alone."

One year it was "Peace," everywhere I turned
during a time of great chaos and confusion.

Last year it was "Joy."

Truly those were seasons, of Emanuel, God with Us, 
His Peace and then a season of Joy.

When I pulled everything out for the holidays, 
I didn't have much. 
I had given most to Goodwill when we moved and I was kinda sad. 

This Christmas has not been easy financially. 
There are decisions still to be made.
I am working and not able to spend as much time with grands.
Things have not turned out exactly as we had planned. 
We will get through Christmas with only this in mind, 
"My soul doth magnify the Lord."

That's what I wrote on my little chalk board before I decorated a thing, 
before we even thought about other possibilities. 

These words were the words of Mary when Jesus was born. 
As she held her baby boy who would one day walk on water, 
she said the words of praise and wonder, 
"My Soul Doth Magnify the Lord."



Afraid at what lay ahead, 
she was able to say, 
"My Soul Doth Magnify the Lord."

Yesterday, Be It Unto Me
(listen if you like)
was sung by our choir. 
When told that Mary would have a child, 
conceived of the Holy Spirit she said, 
"Be it unto me."

As I face days of uncertainly, 
I can truly say,
"thy will be done.  Be it unto me."


This was taken last year at our Christmas Eve service. 
Priceless. 





Thursday, December 1, 2016

Connecting Again

Once again, another change to blogger. 
Makes it hard for this computer illiterate mama. 
Hey, I'm just glad I connected this morning. 

To those of you who are on Facebook, 
these photos will be a repeat.
I just couldn't let Christmas go by 
without connecting to the rest of my friends in Blogland.

Again, I'm so sorry that I haven't visited in a while. 
This working thing is sure interfering with my fun-style.
However, I am enjoying it.  I even liked Black-Friday.
An event I haven't frequented in 30 years. 
Working it is completely different from shopping it. 

Chad was 3 years old the last time. 
He thought it was funny to hide 
under the racks at Macy's.
I bout had a heart attack, snatched him up 
after losing a game of hide and seek, 
popped his little bottom and headed to the car, 
never to return.
And I didn't!


I am trying to
change things up a bit.
It hadn't been easy to decorate a new home when you lived in the same house for 36 years and had a place for everything. It's been a challenge. I am grateful, more than I can say.


I always thought about how wonderful it would be to have a clean slate.
It's harder than you think.

This is the easiest place to begin because it's always decorated with something. 


It's the simple things that make me happy.


A single brush tree in a bowl even makes me smile.


Here's for simplicity,
A decorated ladder.

Not as simple to get those lights strewn.
It's history now.
The rains came down and the floods came up and the wind took it away.

Well, just blew a few away.  It now stands with a crooked bow
and just a bit of garland.


I'm on my way to visit a few in Blogland.


Monday, November 28, 2016

A New Tradition


It's the most wonderful time of the year, the hap-hap-happiest season of all.

Our newest tradition with my babies is to get together the Sunday evening after Thanskgiving for thanks-giving and to open one present under the tree, Christmas PJ's. Don't we all want some? 


My brothers and sister and I got red pajamas every year. My kids got red pajamas every year and my babies will get red pajamas every year.


They were so excited.


Look at these faces.


Little Harp was more interested in the ball. The girls played sweetly together. They are getting old enough to enjoy playing babies and pretending. I just love it!


These faces...


He was a hoot!


Talk about excited! Harper can get just as crazy but last night she just wanted to play with her best friend Cora.


I'm glad they love Bon Bon and Grandy's. They played with the Little People's Nativity (thanks Billie Jo). They played tea party with the ceramic Santas, read books, played cars, and threw the ball. Yes, in the house!



This will be one of my favorite memories.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Fruit Tea Chicks and Life Stuff

I realize I haven't posted in over a week. So, before I share a little of what's going on in my life, I'll share the rest of my trip to The Mill.

The Fruit Tea stand was a most refreshing spot amid the crowded booths. I'm a Southern iced tea girl to the core. I'm learning to like fruit tea.

They call themselves the Fruit Tea Chicks.

I would have been good just to grab the thermal jug and run but I didn't risk breaking the pretty hobnail milk glass cake stand. Is this just not a beauty!?!?

The sweetest little lemonade stand I've ever seen. I think I want one.

One for you and one for me. Wanta sit and sip with me a bit?

Last week was a doozy. It's no secret that Mr. H has not adjusted well to the move. I don't have time or the patience to peck it out on this stupid phone. A week ago I was sure that we'd be going back to Georgia. GASP!!! I know, right??? He had a promising phone interview and scheduled a 1:1 on Tuesday with a reputable company near home doing what he loves to do and what he's done for 30 years. We met with the children. They were angry, disappointed, hurt.  I cried, fasted, prayed. It's hard to see your man miserable and trying to make ends meet. Of course, I have to support him although my heart is screaming, NO! Long story short, he canceled the interview because it didn't "feel right." I've been singing "Thy Will," by Hilary Scott. I truly believe this is where we are supposed to be. Please join me in praying for God's will, for doors 
to open and shut. I'm out of words. Love you my friends.