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Chasing After You

Photo courtesy of Heaven’s Harvest on Facebook

The last few weeks have been a real struggle for me. Truth be told, the past few years haven’t been my best.  When I write or speak to anyone, I don’t profess to have all the answers.  I try to only speak on things that I have experienced in the hopes that my friends and family won’t make the same mistakes that I have.  But lately it seems with every good word that comes out of my mouth, a mile of strife follows.

It’s hard to keep the focus and remember whose I am.  I realize I have been writing about this a lot, as I am trying to learn and walk my way through it.  Every day I am faced with a new challenge, a new battle, and it ‘feels’ as if it’s wearing me down.  My friend jokingly told me the other day that I am all over the place, though I am sure it was concern masked behind a smile.  Some days I am up, and some days I am way down.  And that’s NOT God’s will for our life.

I don’t want to write on this blog in a manner that would suggest that I have it all figured out… God knows I don’t! But I want to share how good He is to me, even when I feel like I don’t deserve it.  His grace is sufficient and He is so forgiving.  Honestly, that is the only thing that keeps me smiling sometimes.  Noticing the little things He does for me during the day like changing the light to green as I am approaching when I’m running late, a butterfly in a tree that I noticed just by chance, the spark in my son’s eyes when I’m having a bad day.  I’m not ashamed to say that God talks to me everyday in the smallest ways, and those little messages mean so much to me.

I came into work today feeling good despite the fatigue that is resting on my shoulders.  When I opened up my email, my daily scripture was there waiting for me as usual.  And the verse just brought everything back to me full circle…..

Luke 10:41-42 And Jesus answered and said to her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and troubled about many things. But one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen that good part, which will not be taken away from her.”

How good is God that He sends us little messages to let us know He is still here, still loving us, despite our mistakes and worries. No matter how many times I fall, my  ‘good part…will not be taken away’ and I am still chasing after you Father.

Now it’s your turn:  What ‘good part’ do you hold close to your heart to get you through the day?  Your method may be a revelation and blessing to someone else, so please feel free to share!


Plan B Aftermath: We Must Talk To Our Daughters About Sex

Plan B Aftermath: We Must Talk To Our Daughters About Sex.

I recently signed up to recieve daily inspirations from a website I stumbled upon called  www.empoweringeverydaywomen.com.  The websites founder, Dianna Hobbs, is a great source for inspiration and reflection.

The recent ruling regarding Plan B is a great concern for me, being the mother of a soon to be 14 year old daughter.  Having teenagers is a journey beyond any other, but with this decision coming down, our jobs have parents have become even more difficult than before. 

I have been in daily prayer as to guidance about how to talk to and be patient with my maturing daughter.  I felt like God answered my prayer, and since it helped me so much, I wanted to share this and hope that it will bless others as well.

Please go check out the website.  I’m sure you’ll be inspired as well. 

And leave me some feedback about your feelings about the recent decision regarding Plan B, and any tips on how you handle or approach teaching moments with your children.

ttyl all,

Selah 😉

Generational Blessing

June 6 is a significant day. The day my grandmother was called home to God. My grandparents raised me and my little big brother (my nickname for him cuz he’s younger than me but bigger than me) and my cousin. I didn’t realize when I was younger what a blessing that was. When this day comes around each year, I can’t help but think about how much I miss her and how she influenced me, as a woman and a mother.

We were very sheltered kids, but having kids of my own now, I can appreciate why they were so protective over us. So many times I want to tell my kids “No you can’t” go here or there, but I do want my kids to experience things outside of the walls of our home. Lets face it. We can’t keep them locked away forever, but we can give them the tools to help them protect themselves and make good decisions. Hopefully. 😌
I believe that’s what my grandparents did. My grandma had a story for everything! Her little catch phrases and her stories about growing up on the farm and traveling with my grandfather and the Army, provided wisdom that I sadly didn’t truly appreciate until I was grown with kids of my own.

Even though we didn’t go out much, my friends were always welcomed in our house. A good friend of mine reminded me of that via my FB post about missing my gram. She treated my friends like her grands, and that taught me so much. Even though me and my friends went through our issues, good and bad, she always helped us celebrate or pick up the pieces. And she always had some good sweets to top it all off. Lol.

I try to be the same for my kids friends. It’s such a fine line to walk, being able to be trusted and kind of cool, but clear that you are parent and not friend. It amazes me sometimes how open my daughters friends are with me. Thank God it’s never been anything inappropriate, but I’ve been able to help them understand their parents point of view a little better.

I’ve had to check some behaviors and call some kids out, in front of their own parents. My love and care isn’t confined to our little hutch in this big world! I laugh sometimes because I’ll find myself repeating my grandmother verbatim and think, “Oh Lord, I am getting old!” And as frank as I am and how much I preach, for some reason they still want me around. For now. Lol!

My grandmother was everyone’s mom. Young or old, you could come to Grace and know she would find some way to help you, to bless you. Isn’t that what grace will do for you, according to our God? Ain’t it funny how He works. 😌