Monday, April 27, 2015

Our Part!

So many directions I could go in, but guess I need to do an update. 

Roxie is in the middle of radiation and does not feel well at all. She's extremely tired and finds that she is not able to do very much. I could tell that before she even said anything because she didn't answer my questions about Rylan's birthday or if she will needed my help. I wish I could take the pain away from her. I know, duh, right?

Granny (my mother) would have been 92 yesterday and Ginny's been in heaven with Granny now for two weeks. It's just wrong that a grandchild is with her in heaven before her own children. It really makes me wonder. Ginny's youngest is 14-15, so I hope and pray that the good Lord sends arms of comfort to him on a regular basis. I'm sure his older sisters will be there as often as he needs.

In the meantime, I've continued to ask God why. Why wasn't Ginny healed? Did we need to pray harder? I don't think so because that would be striving or wrestling with heaven and based on our performance. It is truly at this point where the rubber hits the road and we have to acknowledge that our understanding is limited. We can rest because we do not have the whole picture, but we know that we did our best to do our part in prayer. 

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Twisted Innocence

By: Terri Blackstock

Book Summary: A one-night stand resulted in a 4 week old daughter for Holly Cramer, who had kept the father's identity a secret from her family. But, when the police knocked on her door in search of Creed Kershaw, she discovered that his identity and connection to her weren't as hidden as she thought. Not only that, but Creed is wanted for questioning in a recent drug-related murder.

This book was a great read for me because it was action packed from beginning to end. It was easy to follow and believable. I was amazed at how effectively the author included typical sibling dynamics and discussions involved in dealing with a wayward family member who has chosen a destructive lifestyle. She also brilliantly captured the typical self-loathing, hatred and tendency to rehash and think "if only" or "what if" experienced by the wayward one.

I was delighted not only by the fast paced action but surprised because I found myself personally encouraged (when I needed it the most) right in the middle of the book. The author's ability to weave in the common emotional baggage we all carry as well as its consequences without sounding or feeling preachy made this book a dose of rock solid encouragement! Besides that, I found the story unique and full of surprises. It was pretty twisted!

The author included a personal note to readers at the end of the book about the way so many are suffering. It doesn't make it easy to know that this battle is so hard, but her thoughts and prayers for her readers during this time, these days, is comforting. This book would be great for a book club or home group with the inclusion of 10 discussion questions.

Oh, and don't let the fact that this is book three in a series deter you. The story totally stands on its own, but now I definitely want to read the series. Yes, I loved it!

Thank you Terri Blackstock. Thank you also to the publisher and BookLook Bloggers.

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Saturday, April 25, 2015

With Everything You've Got!

O.K. I confess, not only was I discouraged (about my music), but I am also, or at least was also, angry. Angry that Ginny died. Angry that we prayed for her to be healed and yet she still died. I actually wrote in my journal: Why do we bother to pray? In fact, it went on like this:

I know You (God) aren't always able to say yes to our prayers. I know You can't always let us have our way, but it might be nice to have a little dessert sometimes. Seriously, at this stage, it would be nice to even get a bone. If You could/would (another southern thing) just throw us a bone, it might appease me and satisfy me for awhile. Just a bone.

After pouring my heart out, I got my bone. It came in several small doses throughout the day. First, I had a little time to think while I was scanning documents at work and things started coming together. I don't know. It probably helped that the sun was shining too, but I felt a bit more comforted. Then, I heard Lee Ann Womack's I Hope You Dance on the radio. Seemed like it was meant to be. Like...keep on keeping on and give it (faith) a chance. When you come close to sellin' out reconsider...give the heavens above more than just a passing glance...

I have no idea what you are struggling with or what's on your plate, but I do know that all our struggles are common. Oh yeah. You may feel all alone, but we all deal with the same crap. That being said, the reason you have breath is to breathe because HE wants you to...for Him. So breathe with everything you've got baby!

Friday, April 24, 2015

Drum Roll, Please!

O.K. I confess. I got rather down, even though I really tried to record my song earlier this week. It sounded tinny (on my iPhone). In fact, I didn't like how it sounded at all.

That led to more discouragement beause I am technically illiterate. When it comes to technology, things never seem to be as simple as I am told they will be. So, even if I liked how my song sounded, I wouldn't be able to download it to my computer in order to email it to the person I want to share it with.

Maybe I'm not ready yet. Maybe I just need more practice. Maybe I just need to keep writing and someday, maybe someday, I will write something worthy.So, in the meantime, I just hope to fit that in...even if it's in the middle of the night. Who needs sleep anyway?

It came to me this morning, however, that perhaps, I could try to do a face time live music gram. What the heck? I'll let you know what happens when I do a dry run in the morning. Drum roll, please!

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Do Sweet!

There are so many things that we could discuss and that I could write about from yesterday's post and the link to the article I found when I Googled regarding the taskmaster.

What struck me the most, however, was this paragraph:

It would be great if parents stopped asking children to "be good", instead asking them to "do good", and helping them in every way possible, rewarding, praising, showing a good example, and correcting them when needed. A good thing to say is: "I am thinking what you will need to help you do the right thing." And first trying a gentle rebuke, then withdrawing privileges, then isolating in their room for a short time, before trying sterner measures that cause actual pain. It leads to trouble when the automatic correction is first and always physical, with no attempt to teach anything. A good aim may be for correction that causes tears for no more than ten minutes, and then to go with kind, understanding words and hugs, and a repeating of the message needing to be learnt.

There's a saying I heard often when I worked in the south. It was, "Be sweet." That's probably similar to "be good", But, I always kind of liked it. 

Let's spread the word. Let's do good and do sweet!