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This is What It Sounds Like …..

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Heartbroken.

I actually cried. It’s not often the death of someone famous brings me to actual tears. It’s a sad thing, yes. And I’m sorry to hear it.  But this death made me feel like … like … I lost a part of my history.
I adored Prince. The Purple Rain album (I had the one with the pullout poster) was the soundtrack of my teen years. My absolute favorite Prince song of all time …. When Doves Cry.  I felt alive. I felt invincible. I felt youthful.
I felt like I knew him, you know? Prince’s fearlessness, his originality, his complexities and feelings all wrapped up in his music, made him relatable … touchable … Yet he was unlike any other. He did things we wished we were brave enough to do.   And of course, my teenage crush made him seem bigger than life.
He’s irreplaceable. The doves are crying, and we’re crying with them.
Rest in peace, Prince Rogers Nelson.

Celebrating My Friend … and Life

Sharan Party

A precious, dear friend of mine recently passed away.  After awaiting details of a service for Sharan, I learned we were convening at a banquet hall.  Hmm, interesting, I thought.  Not sure what I was in store for, I went.  Instead of a funeral, or even a homegoing, I encountered a party!  The atmosphere was filled with love, reminiscing, food (yes, we had dinner), laughter, music and fun.  It was amazing.  I had a blast.  Yes, I missed my friend, but the thoughts of sadness were far exceeded by beautiful memories and the good time we had.  Her life, and subsequently her death and the way we remembered her, have really caused me to reflect.

1) I will live my life being true to me!  I am a unique expression and creation of God.  Life is too precious for me to be concerned about others’ opinions, thoughts and ideas about what I should be doing.  Sharan surely lived that way.  God bless her, she didn’t give a flip what you thought.  And I loved that about her.

2) Live an impactful life.  Sharan lived life to the fullest, and judging by last night’s turnout, she touched and impacted hundreds, if not more.  Her love, compassion, thoughtfulness and integrity managed to make a mark on many lives that can never be erased.  I want to live that way.

3) When it’s all said and done, celebrate the fact that I lived.  I want people to be better for having known me.  I want people to have joy and laughter as they remember me.  And I want them to feel like my life exemplified Jesus. Now go party!

Farewell, dear Sister.  You lived life to the fullest.  Thank you for letting me be a part.  And thank you for continuing to teach me, even in death.  Until we meet again ….

How Do You Say Goodbye?

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I can’t imagine losing a child. At any age. My eyes begin to well up with tears at the thought. It’s so unnatural. It’s just not the way it should be.

How do you say goodbye …
to the early years, bathing and feeding, tickling and hugging, kissing and holding.
the elementary years, of discovery and wonder, where everything is new and exciting
the teen years, of growth and development, of patience (or trying of patience for you)
the adult years, of friendship and laughter, of memories and bonds. Of caring and commitment.

My heart hurts for Vice President Biden, and the scores of other parents who have had to do it. You are truly in my thoughts and prayers.

How do you say goodbye to your baby? I don’t know …

Freedom In Me

There’s a difference between being a good person who considers themselves a Christian, and truly living a life for Jesus Christ. I learned this difference in college. Prior to that time, I had asked Jesus into my heart, I was nice to others, and I tried to be a “good girl.” However, living a life dedicated to God, studying His Words and His ways, is what brought me to a true realization of Who He is in me, and who I am to be in Him.

With the recent celebration of Christ’s willingness to die for our sins, and subsequent rising from the grave, I am reflecting upon what that victory means to me. Too often we minimize it to only meaning victory over sickness, sin, and death. Jesus’ dying on the cross did give us victory over all of those things, praise God. However, there is so much more that His death did for us.

Finish reading at:
http://www.gospeltoday.com/blog/2015/04/21/jesus-resurrection-means-freedom-in-me/

Impact … that will never be erased

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Today would have been Dr. Myles’ Munroe’s 61st birthday. He was a true man of God, a visionary, and the incredible depth of knowledge God gave him will continue to mold future generations. As I reflect on his life, I think about the words that came to me upon learning of his death…. impact.

It wasn’t just that he was a great spiritual leader. He was. It wasn’t just that he was a best-selling author, and world-renowned. Again, he was. But the profound depth of sadness that I felt, and now surge of thankfulness for what he left, was due to his impact.

Impact. The impact to show God’s love and compassion to a hurting world. Impact. The impact to help me stretch beyond the limits of what I thought was possible … to believe in me because of the limitless God within me. Impact. The impact to change the thinking and mindset of a generation … to help us see the Lord Jesus Christ is indeed an Almighty, Awesome God! Impact.

That is the word I choose now to describe Dr. Munroe, and his wife, Ruth, whose imprint was surely a part of his ministry.

And now his impact transcends even his death, in his children. Thank you, Dr. Munroe, for becoming all that God created you to be, and dying empty.

Thank you, for your impact.

Impact . . .

Myles Munroe

I initially just sat, in stunned shock. Maybe it’s one of those internet hoaxes, I hoped, devouring every article I could read on the subject. But it wasn’t. My heart broke. Dr. Myles Munroe is gone.

It wasn’t just that he was a great spiritual leader. He was. It wasn’t just that he was a best-selling author, and world-renowned. Again, he was. But the profound depth of sadness that I feel, along with countless others, is the impact of this man.

Impact. The impact to show God’s love and compassion to a hurting world. Impact. The impact to help me stretch beyond the limits of what I thought was possible … to believe in me because of the limitless God within me. Impact. The impact to change the thinking and mindset of a generation … to help us see the Lord Jesus Christ is indeed an Almighty, Awesome God! Impact.

That is the word I choose now to describe Dr. Munroe, and his wife, Ruth, whose imprint was surely a part of his ministry.

Thank you, Dr. and Mrs. Munroe, for your obedience to God, and your impact.

Through Fresh Eyes

October - MLK blog

I took my boys to the Martin Luther King Jr Center last week. My oldest has been before, but it’s been years. I’ve been many times. I’ve learned the facts of those who struggled for civil rights, seen the pictures, and internalized the anger at their pain, as well as pride in their victories. But because I’d seen it before, I didn’t expect it to be such an emotional experience. It became that way by seeing it … through fresh eyes.

My boys couldn’t understand why black people had to eat and drink separately, use separate restroom facilities, and deal with the separate and extremely unequal school experiences. Being an education lover, my oldest son took particular note of this. He was appalled at the extreme intimidation used to keep black children out of certain schools; saddened at the thought of people needlessly brutalized; upset at the second class citizen treatment … and ultimately proud … of the non-violent fight, the legacy and the life of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

We Remember . . .

September Blog - September 11

I remember vividly what I was doing that day.
I was at work, and heard on the radio about the attacks on the twin towers.
I initially thought there was no way it could be real, like the War of the Worlds broadcast.
But it was. Very real.
I watched people jump for their lives … to their deaths.
I wept with countless Americans … over the tragic loss of life … over the senseless cruelty of it all.
I cried out to God to heal our land … and our people.
I watched a nation come together on one accord, to help the hurting. To comfort. To support.
September 11, 2001 left an indelible imprint on me, on our nation, on the world.
May we honor the memory of those who lost their lives, and continue to pray for their families.

We remember…

More Than A Wing and A Prayer . . .

September Blog - Truett Cathy

He didn’t invent the chicken … just the chicken sandwich. I am so saddened to hear of the passing of Truett Cathy. Our family loves Chick Fil A and Truett’s Pizza Cafe. The food is delicious; however, it’s much more than the food that keeps us going back. It’s the true legacy left by Mr. Cathy.

As a reflect on the reasons why his establishments prospered, they extend far beyond good quality food and a great deal. As indicated by the photo above, Mr. Cathy’s priorities were in order. And because he knew the intrinsic value of focusing on the things that truly matter, he was able to make a difference in our lives and the lives of others. Here are a few of the things I take from his life … and his legacy.

1. Putting God first. His restaurants are not open on Sundays, yet they are highly profitable. Mr. Cathy chose to put his convictions and desire to honor God before money. We can all learn a lesson from this. God and family are more important than profits.

2. Service. Whenever we visit one of his restaurants, we are greeted warmly. Every service requested brings forth a response of “my pleasure.” There is not enough space to speak about the help rendered to my family and I above and beyond the call of duty. I could mention the time that my son held a fundraiser to benefit foster children, and Truett’s Pizza Cafe opened their doors and hearts to help. Or I could talk about requesting assistance from Chick Fil A for another event and being given an enormous amount of gifts and meal cards to pass out to others. A lot of commercial “service” now is focused on the bottom line, making a dollar and getting the product in as many hands as possible. His bottom line was serving people.

3. Quality. As a mom I am very careful about what I let my children eat. We don’t eat out a lot. However, when we do, it is at a Truett Cathy establishment. The quality of the food, and the taste, speak for themselves. It is possible to provide a quality product that benefits others … and you still profit.

My prayers are with the Cathy family members as well as his extended restaurant family. Thank you, Mr. Cathy, for your vision and for showing Chick Fil A was about more than just a wing and a prayer.

Goodbye, Little One

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A few weeks old, you filled me with joy.
Fun guesses … will you be a girl or a boy.
Excitement, giddy with thoughts of you.
A blessing for us, full of life anew.
An answer to prayer, cause to celebrate,
Time to prepare, for this wonder so great.

Yet the moment was fleeting, happiness so real.
The sudden turn left feelings … unexpected to feel.
I knew you, I felt you, you were mine from day one.
It doesn’t seem fair. Life hadn’t even begun.
As I fight the tears, through gripping pain,
Some days I can’t move, others I sustain.
My heart is broken, only God can heal.
Thank Him for His presence; I know He is real.

This too shall pass … though hurt I won’t deny.
As I say to my precious little one gone too soon … Goodbye.