Wednesday, September 30, 2009


"Anyone who wants to be first must take last place and be the servant of everyone else"
Mark 9:35

For the past few weeks I have been getting really irritated with my family, it seemed like every time one of them opened his mouth there was something they wanted me to do, to make or get something for them. I felt like I was "on the run" from the time I rose in the morning until I laid my head down at the end of the day. Someone wanted me to make this and another wanted me to go get that. All day, everyday and because I love them, I did what they demanded. I use the word demanded because they would not use the two little words I had drilled into their little minds as they were beginning to speak.... "please and thank you". You would think I forgot to teach them manners when they were toddlers. I felt like the only time they wanted to converse with me was if they needed something otherwise, I was invisible. Day after day, demand after demand it went on and I holding in my little snippets of sarcastic remarks and thoughts of disbelief in their attitudes and just as I was about to blow... there laying on the kitchen table was a piece of paper with the words "Serve your way to greatness". I stared at those words for a moment when I remembered the verse in the book of Mark. So I searched through the Book of Mark and found the verse " Anyone who wants to be first must take last place and be a servant of everyone else". I meditated on that for a little while and thought.... " Thank you Lord for putting things back into perspective". I witness everyday the "self" attitudes and actions in young people today and it saddens me to think that our society has become the "whats in it for me" generation.

We are to serve with a joyful heart and a humbled spirit for the Lord, to everyone and that includes my own family because true significance is found in service to others. It's funny how we forget things that we've been taught.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009


When it's raining outside and I have a few minutes to spare, I often begin thinking of childhood memories. This is one of those times although it's not quite raining, just a few sprinkles but a good shower is lurking just beyond the foothills so, a particular memory has come to mind.

I was remembering back when I was seven or eight and how I couldn't wait to get home after the dismissal bell rang. I knew my mother would be there waiting, at the door for all five of us, she would give each of us a tight hug and a kiss on the top of our heads then usher us all into the kitchen to have a glass of milk and an afternoon homemade snack, that had just come out of the oven. After our snack we would all sit down and do our homework for the day, which by the way only took about one hour at the most to complete. When we had finished snack and homework, we could do whatever we wanted to do weather it was coloring, playing with our paper dolls or dress up.

My second to the oldest sister, my youngest sister and I would usually opt for playing "horses" complete with tails and hooves. My dad had scraps of wood laying around from little projects he worked on. So we would fish through the scraps until we found small enough pieces of blocks that would fit in our hands to use as hooves and knee high socks tucked into the back of our pants for the tail. We loved hearing the clapping sound the blocks would make on the hardwood floors or the concrete. It sounded like horses galloping, we used to imagine we were out on the open plains in a heard. We would play that usually until dinner time. We had so much fun! My brother would play "Batman" or something like that with his friends. When they got tired of that they would come and bug us or try to get us to play some "boy" game with them.

I miss those carefree days, I miss being a child and not having a care in the world, I miss the unconditional warm love our mother and father had shown for us. I miss being able to talk to them on the phone or going to see them. I miss you Mom and Dad

Monday, September 28, 2009

Trying My Hand at Blogging

Over the past several years I have been stumbling across blogs written by people just like me who have for years, write in those spiral bound note books. I've always have wanted to journal so that my six children would have some idea of who I really am deep down inside and so they could see the many joys of my life and the struggles my husband and I have endured over the years. As you can imagine with having six children to raise I didn't have a lot of extra time on my hands.

Now that my youngest two are almost finished with high school, I thought I would try my hand at blogging so that when they move out on thier own to begin new lives as adults, they could log onto my blog and read whats going on with my husband and I, and read stories from our families past. I will also have a variety of posts that will be of a this n that nature, pictures, links to my favorite things and verses and quotes of encouragement and inspiration.

I am excited to begin my new journey of blogging with my family and friends. I hope you enjoy my "blog spot".