Hungry not only for bread – but hungry for love. Naked not only for clothing – but naked for human dignity and respect.
Homeless not only for want of a room of bricks – but homeless because of rejection. ~Mother Teresa~

Have you ever been thankful for food?
And no, I don’t mean thank God for chocolate,
I mean so hungry you didn’t care what was put in front of you
– you were simply thankful for it?

Imagine the last slice of bread in the bag
and being grateful that it was in there,
even if it was just the heel.

Now imagine feeling that way
after you dug it out of somebody else’s trash?

Could you do it? What if you had to – could you then?

You might think it could never happen to you – but what if you’re wrong?

Did you know that the best way to learn humbleness is to be humbled?

What if you woke up humbled and hungry
and realized that God was slapping you in the head with a 2 x 4?

I want to share with you what I said when He did it to me,

THANK YOU.

Homelessness is a person without a home.
I have never had a home in life until I met God.

I don’t mean a place that I own,
I don’t mean a family that loves me,
I don’t mean a community that accepts me

–What I mean by home
is a place where I belonged.

John 14: 1-4

Jesus Comforts

“Do not let your hearts be troubled.
Trust in God; trust also in me.
In my Father’s house are many rooms;
if it were not so, I would have told you.
I am going there to prepare a place for you.
And if I go and prepare a place for you,
I will come back and take you to be with me
that you also may be where I am.
You know the way to the place where I am going.”

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I’m not one to usually cuss, but there are some things that can’t be described in your average Webster’s dictionary.

Life is one of them.
How do you correctly define life?

If you ask me, which most people don’t, life is shit.

I honestly don’t mean that disrespectfully
– but my grandmother always taught me
that if life gives you lemons, make lemonade

– well you can’t rightly do that with shit can you?

Add all the sugar you want – but in the end,
you just don’t get everything out of life
that you put into it,
you get what God put’s into it,
and sometimes…that’s less than what we think we deserve.

We are wrong…

I’m here to tell you that life gave me shit
– and God turned it into lemonade.

I don’t care whether you believe that or not,
but I know that I am one of the most blessed women in the entire world.

I’m sure that’s debatable, but most shit is.

This is my testimony.

This is the life I have lived and it’s hard enough to write as it is.
If you’ve had a peaches and cream kind of life,
good for you – be thankful,
but my testimony is graphic and extremely painful at times,
it may not be as easy to digest.

Read at your own risk

Believe it or not – I have gotten in trouble for my use of the word family.  My precious 6-year-old daughter is still trying to figure all of this out – how Nannie is Daddy’s mommy and Emaw is mommy’s mommy.  I understand her confusion, even before you start getting into what a cousin is.

 So what is family?

To me family is anyone that you love – and I just happen to love a lot of people.

There has always been kind of a weird ‘family’ pattern in my husband and my lives.  He was adopted by his step-father after his own father was killed, and although my own father is still alive, it’s my step-dad that gave me away as a young bride and that my three children now adoringly call Paw-Paw. 

They are both family regardless of the lack of blood ties.

I only have one ‘real’ sister, whatever that means, and 2 half-sisters, whatever that means – and sisters in spirit?  I can’t even count them – and you know what?  I love them all as if we were made of the same flesh and blood.

I believe that family even extends to our beloved animals.  My husband loves his chickens, to him they are family.  I love my cats and my faithful heeler, Panda – my beloved fur-children, every one of them.  They bring me joy and a special serenity that I rarely find outside of their presence. 

All of the people and things that I love, make up a huge part of who I am.  I love the Lord my God with all of my heart and I am secure in the knowledge that He loves me too. 

What an incredible family I have and please do not tell me who is and who is not family.  It’s not about the blood, it’s about the spirit – the fresh flow of water that rolls along the stream we call life.  It carves it’s own path along the banks of our souls, forever changing us – that to me, is family.

I was shutting down the computer, really I was!
And he walked out and threw a fit because I was still *at* the computer. 

I’m still getting use to my laptop and for some reason
you have to wait till the screen goes BLACK to shut the thing up. 
So there I am, just waiting, fixing to go to bed where he wants me
- and then he’s got to go and make me mad. 

So now I’m in front of the computer that was off
- that now is on….

…..Here’s where the question comes in

 good or bad?

In my defense, this is NOT a habit,
it just takes me a little longer to shut down than it takes him. 
I always make sure his needs are met,
so what’s the big deal?

So in my anger, I’m not going in …
… until he’s good and asleep.

 So I gotta know -

bad or good? 

my conscience is waiting lol……

Genesis 3:15
And I will put enmity between thee and the woman,
and between thy seed and her seed;
it shall bruise thy head,
and thou shalt bruise his heel.

Enmity means mutual hatred,
so what this verse is basically saying is:

mutual hatred between thee (the serpent) and the woman.

Some people might just pass by that verse but for a woman raising three children in the blackland prairies of Texas, it’s a verse that deserves respect.

I don’t like snakes and I don’t much care whether they like me or not. Most people will tell you that I have trouble swatting at flies much less killing a living creature – but snakes, well they just don’t count.

When you think about seeds…

The seed of the serpent and her seed,

it makes me think about snakes around my children.
I can’t think of a worse nightmare than that.

And yet sometimes when I listen to the news…
That’s what I see –

A swarm of slithering snakes just waiting
for my children to pass by unexpectedly.

My mother always told me that if the truth hurts, it probably should.
Now mothers everywhere must face the truth
of the condition of our society.

Yes, it hurts.
Yes, it scares us,

but for the sake of the ones we are trying to protect – we must face it bravely and without fear.

…It shall bruise thy head,

Unfortunately, if you are a mother, the serpent will mess with your head big-time when it comes to your children.

Mothers are never good enough.
Mothers never have enough time.
Every fault within a child – lies in the mother.

Sound familiar?

It’s not true – but for some reason…
mothers are harder on themselves than anyone else.

Even if you’re all growed up now,
no matter how hard your mother was on you –

I guarantee you she was, and probably still is, harder on herself.
…if she lived through raising you, that is

But a word of courage:

Thou shalt bruise his heel

You will overreach and holdback the serpent!

So I was just thinking…
What an incredible promise given to women
all the way back in….

Genesis 3:15
And I will put enmity between thee and the woman,
and between thy seed and her seed;
it shall bruise thy head,
and thou shalt bruise his heel.