My mother’s favorite Holiday was Christmas. She loved everything about Christmas: the shopping, she was a shopper all year anyway, shop till you drop kind of gal, the decorating, her entire front yard as well as every room in her house, the baking and cooking, and buying everyone a Christmas gift. The Christmas gifts were purchased the day after Christmas for the next Christmas.
As I am preparing this post for my Blog, Hurricane Irma is creating a strong destructive path through our country, and she will leave her mark in history that cannot and will not be forgotten. The number of lives, property and possessions that are destroyed cannot be measured with money, words, or emotions.
Just as Irma will and has caused devastation beyond our human ability to fully understand, the Hurricane Irma’s in our personal lives can and do have lasting scars as well.
When our sons were in high school they were in the marching band. At first, Bobby and I were just spectators. For us that was not bringing the thrill we wanted because being bystanders does not fit in our vocabulary.
After several games, the band director started speaking our language, he was interested in the fact that Bobby was creative and had artist skills. Our position went from spectators to chaperoning band students to chaperoning band equipment and that was speaking to us. The music continues to play long after the football game is over.
John 1:5 – The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.
The darkness of evil never has and never will overcome or extinguish God’s Light. My mind tells me this every day. However, this extremely long dark tunnel Bobby and I have been in since January 2013 is trying to convince me otherwise.
Two years after the tragic death of my father, my mother sat me down and told me that she had cancer. This was news that turned our feet toward God not away from Him. My mother did not blame God for my father’s tragic death neither did she blame God for cancer.
James 4:8 – Come near to God and he will come near to you.
My very first crush was in elementary school. He was it. I thought he was the most divine human being on this earth. But what did I know in elementary since he did not even know my name much less that I was even on this planet.
My first true love came when I was nine. I accepted Christ as my personal Savior. During this time, several tragic events happened in my life.
Through these events, I began to search what is “Love” and who is “Love”. At this time, church had become a part of my mother’s and my life as we searched for the Lord’s heartbeat.