Monday, April 14, 2014

My Avon Store Grand Opening!!!

As many of you know, I am in a new season of life and one of my new adventures is giving into my love of all things fashion, make-up and skin care which has led me to become part of the Avon family.  I hope you will check out the great products, at wonderful values, that today's Avon offers. I have been so pleased with every product I have tried!

Thank you for your support and please don't hesitate to contact me with any questions. Wishing you all the best!
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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Psalm Sunday 2014

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Psalm Sunday is one of those days that I have missed the true significance of  most years, if not always.  I have lots of memories of watching my sweet children parade through our church waving construction paper psalm leaves in symbolism of the day, but I wonder...did I ever stop and think about what that day meant? Did I ever raise up to shout praises to my Savior, even in my heart?

No, I am sure I didn't.  I am sure I sat there with my beautiful family, in my comfy church, looking ahead and listening to beautiful music and a sermon. I may have even made notes in my Bible "to look back at later and meditate on" but probably  I just sat there;  maybe my mind wandered to what we were all going to wear next week on Easter Sunday or even where we were going to eat after church.   My heart didn't hurt for the trials my Savior faced after his "parade."  My heart did not hurt for those pains He faced and accepted for me.  My heart was not humbled by any of it.  I didn't compare the humble entry of Christ on a donkey to the arrival my King should have received.  I didn't humble my heart and life and welcome Him to parade into it with full regalia.  I am hoping today that I can pause, and remember, only through Him do I have eternity and those sweet children who made those construction paper psalm leaves to wave. Today I want to praise Him and shout His arrival.  Only through Him do I have salvation and so much more than I deserve.

The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted, "Hosanna to the Son of David!" "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!" "Hosanna in the highest heaven!"
~Matthew 21:9 (NIV)
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Saturday, April 12, 2014

Did anyone mention it is Spring Break???

This Spring Break won't be like the ones in the past. Yes, I will sit on the beach and feel my toes in the sand but  I will also be walking into a court room and ending something I never wanted to end. But I am blessed to know that I have people who will be loving, caring and watching over my children when I drive hours to stand in front of a judge and have my 25 year+ marriage become nothing more than a few pieces of paper.  This experienced has shown me how truly wonderful some people can be and how they reach out just because they know you can't handle it all by yourself in so many ways.  Beautiful blessings is what I have begun think of them.  I am learning not to steal their blessings by not letting them love on me and help me get through the day. Spring Break...I have dreaded this week instead of looking forward to it...but it is here.

 Even with the dark season that my heart has seen, 
Spring has arrived and there is beauty bursting everywhere I look:
Aren't these tiny blooms perfect in front of a huge white azalea?
Iris' always reminded me of my Ma Jones.
Beautiful Lady Banks roses welcoming spring.
How can you not love Clematis, even if it is the neighbors?
I love the canopy of pink and white dogwoods in my backyard.
Azaleas to welcome you in.
I just can't leave out the wisteria, which is particularly gorgeous this year.
Florence, SC.....you are just gorgeous.

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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Not much of an original thought...

A few days ago I was sitting and reading back through some blog posts to see how much my world has changed and if I was imagining what life looked like back then. I came across a post I wrote in January of 2012 and I just kind of shook my head. 

Anyway, below is part of that post  and it seems I am still saying "what else?" and praying for something to seem like a purpose and to make sense...

"Somehow though, we seem to be in the cross hairs of something because a couple of  issues have arisen that have me shaking my head and wondering, "what else?" Yes...mostly I seem to be asking God, "What else?"  I feel like a little kid most of the time when I come to God in prayer these days.  I probably sound like a spoiled child to Him for the most part, I am sure.  "What else, God?"  But, I will still go before Him, knowing He is there and loving me.  I am thankful that even in my most drained, tired, angry, fearful moments He is there."

"The enemy wouldn't be attacking you if something valuable wasn't inside of you!
Thieves don't break into empty houses!
You've got purpose!"
~author unknown


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Friday, April 04, 2014

Don't let it come too late...



Something is really weighing on me today (whoohoo, surprise!!!) I don’t understand something about our culture, individually, and as whole.  What has happened to us?  When did we morph into a world where a person’s word means nothing and we seek our own pleasure and to intentionally hurt others openly with total disregard? When did we become a generation of men and women who can’t control ourselves to the point it doesn’t matter what happens past our own desires. When did we become a people that will choose to sacrifice others on the altar of “my own needs/wants?”  I KNOW there have always been people like that…but what I don’t understand is why don’t individuals realize that their personal choices are impacting our world…not just their little corner?  When did “ME” become so important?

I believe we have an enemy.  I believe there is a God, and in turn believe there is a Satan and on a very individual level we are responsible for letting him lose or gain ground.  Not even looking at the bigger picture of the world, if you only listen to the news in your own town, you will hear of those whose individual choices left devastation.  The most recent Fort Hood shooter destroyed so many lives…including his own family.  Yes, his choice will forever affect his family too, and the friends and families of his many other victims.  His grandchildren will still know the reminders of those choices.  His wife and children, along with each and every family he stole someone from, will forever hurt from this one incident.  Why? 

Maybe our individual bad choices aren’t literally killing others but they do set the death trap for Satan to make the kill.  My bad choices don’t have to be something as dramatic as being a shooter on a military base, but they do come down to each choice, every day. I am going through a divorce, that is not right in any sense of the word and not of my choosing, and it does color my view as I am seeing these things up close and personal; but I am overwhelmed with how callused we, as individuals, have become to the pain we cause others and how we refuse to accept the responsibility for our choices or refuse to make different ones if they might cause us to be personally uncomfortable, have a little pain or just not provide us with the exact pay out we desire.  Maybe I shouldn’t write these words because I am as guilty as anyone else.   Satan was allowed to destroy my marriage, so he destroyed a family, and in turn, in a way he destroys a church, then he destroys a community, and he destroys future generations.  It has been handed him on a silver platter.  The keys to the gate of protection have been handed over and the invitation issued, “Come on in and take what you like.” 

If I don’t take captive every thought and every choice, I am personally responsible for surrendering my family and a little bit more of this world to an enemy who has come to devour it.   I am not perfect, and have caused pain but the very clear truth is the only way to make anything better in this world is to keep trying and keep focusing on the true Word of God and a Savior named Jesus, that died just so that we might have life.  Look at what is right and what is true in the face of Christ and keep striving…perfection is not is required…just progress...and through His forgiveness He offers us that every day.

Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.  Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. 
 ~Philippians 3:12-14 (NIV)
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Monday, March 31, 2014

Being too much...

Today I am tired of being "not enough."  I am tired of the you are "too"  in life....too old, too ugly, too mean, too unhealthy looking, you are too unlovable because...,  you say the wrong things, you speak too ugly to me and make me feel bad, you don't support me and never have, you make me feel too stupid and always have, you make me feel wrong, you shove God in my face too much, you are too imperfect, you talk to the wrong person, you are just "too" in every sense of the negative, you are too angry, you are too spiteful,you have spent too much of my my money,  you are making this too hard, you won't work with me, and don't forget "you talk about the Bible and look at the way you act.",  your children act the way they do because of you.  You never gave enough.. All I keep being told is how "too" everything I am that is wrong in this world, it seems everywhere I turn..  If I make a mistake (an honest, unintentional mistake) I am evil and looking to hurt someone. If I show weakness and hurt I bring frustration and anger.  There is no grace and no mercy...just a reminder of how "too" much I am. 

Sometimes I think I need to act on this  "too" list.  Maybe I should be too mean, maybe I should try to hurt others, maybe I should talk to the wrong person, maybe I should be spiteful, maybe I should make it too hard, maybe I should make some mistakes...since I am already "too much." 

Maybe,  just maybe,  I should let the truth release me to be truly "too" much....

This is your lot, the portion I have measured out to you, 
declares the Lord, because you have forgotten me and trusted in lies. 
~Jeremiah 13:25


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