Tuesday, August 23, 2011

My life in songs

 I believe in love.
And this is a love without end, Amen.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found.
Was blind but now I see.

This much I know is true....
God has blessed the broken road.

I hear babies crying.
I watch them grow.
And I think to myself...
What a wonderful world!

You mean the world to me.
I know I've found in you, my endless love.

It's not always easy.
And sometimes life can be deceiving.
But I'll tell you one thing.....
it's always better when we're together.

It's a winding road....
so don't wait for someone to tell you it's too late.
'Cause these are the best days.
It's always something tomorrow.
So I say...
let's make the best of tonight.

This kinda love makes me feel 10 feet tall.
It makes all my problems fall.
And this kinda love....it's what I dreamed about.
Yea, it fills me up. It leaves no doubt.
.....I can't get enough of this kinda love!

Just remember when you're standing in the valley of decision...
And the advesary says give in.
Just hold on.  Our Love will show up, and He will take you through the fire again.

Beautiful Lord, Wonderful Savior.
I know for sure all of my days are held in your hands.
Crafted into your perfect plan.

Jesus is my portion. A constant friend is He.
His eye is on the sparrow.
 And I know He watches me.
So I sing because I'm happy. And I sing because I'm free.

When I am down, and oh my soul so weary...
When troubles come, and my heart burden be.
Then I am still and wait here in the silence until You come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up so I can stand on mountains.
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas.
I am strong when I am on your shoulders.
You raise me up to more than I can be!

One day far away, you gently won my heart.
And one night by candlelight we made a vow to never part.
Years fly. They hurry by. The simple times are gone.
Bills due, a kid or two.  A week can feel eight days long.
We trace God's daily grace, thankful we're still holding hands.
There's a hope that won't let go. There's a truth we know.
God is holding us in His arms.
Our loves secure. So rest assured.
Come what may, until that day, we'll walk forever holding hands.
By God's grace, come what may, we'll walk forever holding hands.

Heal the wound but leave the scar.
A reminder of how merciful You are.

We pray for blessings, we pray for peace.
Comfort for family. Protection while we sleep.
We pray for healing......we pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering.
All the while, You hear each spoken need,  yet love is way too much to give us less of things.
'Cause what if Your blessings come through rain drops, what if Your healing comes through tears.
What if a 1000 sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near.
What if trials of this life
are Your mercies in disguise?

When I survey the wondrous cross, on which the Prince of glory died.
My richest gain I count but loss. And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast. Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

How it amazes me your changing with every blink.
Faster than a flower blooms they grow up all too soon.
So let them be little. Cause they're only that way for awhile.
Give 'em hope. Give them praise. Give them love everyday.
Let 'em cry. Let 'em giggle. Let 'em sleep in the middle.
Oh, but let them be little.

Love you forever and forever. Love you with all my heart.
Love you when we're together. Love you when we're apart.
I will, I will. Love you forever and forever.

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years from Better Homes and Garden magazine.
Plans were drawn and concrete poured and nail by nail and board by board daddy gave life to mama's dream.
If I could just come in, I swear I'd leave with nothin' but a memory....
of the house that built me.

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, that calls me from a world of care.
And bids me at my Father's throne. Make all my wants and wishes known!
In seasons of distress and grief, my soul has often found relief.
And oft escaped the tempter's snare, by Thy return sweet hour of prayer.

I have a Maker. He formed my heart.
Before even time began, my life was in His hands.
He knows my name.  He knows my every thought.
He sees each tear that falls. And hears me when I call.
I have Father. He calls me His own.
He'll never leave me, no matter where I go.
He knows my name. He knows my every thought.
He sees each tear that falls. And hears me when I call.

Your name is Jesus. Your name is Jesus.
You're the Wonderful Counselor. My Friend.
You're what I hold onto. I know that You brought me through all the days of loss to the cross, You knew that I'd need a Savior!

Because He lives I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives all fear is gone.
Because I know He holds the future.
And life is worth the living just because He lives!

Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus!
Spread His praise from shore to shore.
How He came to pay our ransom through the saving cross He bore.
How He watches or' His loved ones, those He died to make His own.
Oh the deep, deep love. All I need and trust is the deep, deep love of Jesus.

Somewhere over the rainbow.....
Way up high.
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow.....
skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

Oh please, please. Will you dance with me?
Dance through this life with me.

" Life is a splendid gift----there is nothing small about it."
-----Florence Nightingale

Thursday, August 18, 2011

In God's heart I am.....


And that makes me breathe a big sigh of relief.


Even when I'm totally rotten.

Like when I say things I really, really shouldn't have said.

Or don't say things I really, really should have said.

Even when I fail at every role.


When my house is not spotless.
When the clothes are piled sky-high.

When I choose sleep over time with Him.

When I think those thoughts that I shouldn't think.

When I lose it and take it out on my kids.

Even when I stink at EVERYthing.


Even when I judge.

Even when I begrudge.

Even when I envy.


Even when I take control.

Even when I lose control.

In His heart I am.......


And the most unbelievable part about it is......

He knew I would be all of these things and more.

And still said I was enough!

Enough to die. For rotten old me.

I was.....


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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

When it ain't pretty and it sure ain't perfect....

It was "one of those weeks". 

You know....when things ain't pretty and sure ain't perfect.

When mama and daddy are 'living on two different planets' and the kids act like they came from a different planet.

When love and harmony are words we so quickly have forgotten.
When "I love you but sho' don't like you" have been said at least a few times and thought to ourselves even more times.
When we begin to measure the value of our parenting and our marriage by the way we feel about it instead of what's real about it.
When we believe the myth that we must be doing something wrong.

Those weeks make us desparate for a reminder of the truth.

It's natural. It's okay. It's L-I-F-E!

And thank God that HE gives us grace to make it through.

Through the ups.............. and the downs.

And so we "give thanks in all things."  And rest in knowing "the joy of the LORD is our strength."


 "The LORD is my shephed;  I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me......."      Psalm 23

I am blessed.

I wash away the crud.

I remind myself of the reason I married that man. Lots of reasons, in fact.


 I feel the chills come over me from the awe of such miracles God has placed in my hands.


And I fall in love all over again.
With HIM.
With him.
With them.

With us.
Even as goofy as we truly are.


So today, I give thanks for this awesome weather......
Mother's Day Out..........
Allergy medication that is........

And I pray for a better day.......
and a hammock.


Peace out y'all. Holler back!

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Not this year


Not this year.

And I couldn't be more grateful!

I've been hearing all these Mamas talkin'.

About sendin' their babies away.

And I am breathin' sighs of relief.

Not this year.  Nope.  He's stayin' with me.  For one more year.

At least.

And I couldn't be happier!


Prayers for those Mamas and babies.  May God bless you both :)

Friday, August 5, 2011

Saturday confessions


 1.  It's hot, it's hot, it's hot out there!

2.  We'd love to spend more time out there, but heaven help, we are melting!


3.  The heat has totally gotten to some of us.......



4.  Dancin'. It's what we do.......




5.  I appreciate that my sweeeeeet pickle turns the light off when he leaves a room, shuts the closet door when he's finished, wipes the toilet seat, starts most of his mornings with giving me a kiss and hug and an "I love you", and tends to his Mama in the best of ways! Makes my heart smile :)


6.  I love how my dill pickle puckers up when she wants something.....or don't want something ;)



7.  Dates are non-negotiable. They must happen :)


Good night to all and happy weekend!

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Let's all say ahhhhhhhh.....

I'll go first.............


Some things just require a long sigh.....

One that translates into, "Thank you Jesus, that project is done, and I promise I'll never, ever do it again!"

Do y'all remember these?




That was in February!

We managed to get the top half finished then........


Six whole months later we tackled the bottom half..........






The opposite side......




I need your opinions.......

in the picture above, notice the right side of the metal thingy......above the kid's desk.  Does the picture hanging above the desk look out of place?  Does it make the wall unbalanced?


I promise the picture IS hanging straight. That drives me crazy....
My idea was to make the desk area it's own little space. Not sure it's working?



So..........let the hallelujah chorus begin! It's done! And I'm loving it :)

A big shout out to my dear John.....thank you, thank you, thank you!

The wife song

The. following. is. complete. truth.

**Don't forget to mute the playlist at the bottom of this page before playing the video.

Now, go share this with your husbands!