May 2011

I went to a wedding this weekend. The bride was truly beautiful. One of the passages they read was from Psalm 139. It really touched my heart, and I wanted to share with you how I was affected.  First of all take a look at the passage.


Psalm 139 (New King James Version)

Psalm 139

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
 1 O LORD, You have searched me and known me.
2 You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off.
3 You comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
4 For there is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O LORD, You know it altogether.
5 You have hedged me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it.

7 Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
8 If I ascend into heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
9 If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 Even there Your hand shall lead me,
And Your right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall fall[a] on me,”
Even the night shall be light about me;
12 Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,
But the night shines as the day;
The darkness and the light are both alike to You.

13 For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother’s womb.
14 I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;[b]
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.

17 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
When I awake, I am still with You.

Isn’t it beautiful? It’s one of my all time favorites. But, even though I know it very well, it was able to touch me in a very special and new way. As you all know if you follow my blog or know me personally, I’ve been struggling a lot lately with my mental illness.  I’ve come to the point of wanting to give up many times. And, I remember specifically many times sitting in church and listening to the message. I listened as the Pastor spoke of suffering, healing and living for Christ, and my heart just cried out for healing. Many times. Yet I felt like it would never happen. I guess that is an example of my glaring lack of faith. This depression just feels so overwhelming and all encompassing at times. I honestly just DO NOT want to live like this anymore. It is hard. And I feel like I can’t live the life I want to live, and do the things I want to do, because this disease has me tied down.
The verse that really stuck out to me as I sat at that wedding was verse 14: I will praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I am. Those are powerful words to me. It is one of the names of our Lord. I am. It is very provocative and simple. Simply put, I am fearfully and wonderfully made, and I must rejoice in that. Even with my flaws I am enough. I am the way I am for a purpose, even though I can rarely see that purpose.
As I read back over this passage, and meditate on it more, another verse pops out to me.  Well two verses actually. Verses 7 and 8.
7 Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
8 If I ascend into heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
Even when I am in the throes of my depression, in the very depths of misery, the Lord is there with me. Whether I feel Him or not, I can trust in the Truth of his Word. He IS there. And, His thoughts toward me are uncountable. I can take comfort in that. I want to cling to this knowledge, and suck every bit of comfort out of it.
So, thank you Kristen, for getting married, and having that passage read at your wedding. It really meant a lot to me. It touched my soul, and renewed my hope and faith.











The word for today is *kept*,
and it is funny what came
to my mind first – wait for
it…That’s right! A kept woman.
Now, I am not a kept
woman in the purest sense.  Yet,
my husband does provide for our
every need. And, I do stay
home with our precious daughter. But,
when I think of a kept
woman, I think of other things.
Like mansions, spa days, hired help
swimming pools, expensive dinners, manicures, pedicures
designer clothes and Red Carpets. That’s
right! That’s what I said! Because,
only the wives of the rich
and famous are truly *kept*. Right?

This is just a  little lark. Feel free to disagree with me. I truly hope I haven’t offended anyone!

Again it’s Thursday and I ‘m linking up with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. I’ve chosen the first topic:

1.) Write about a time you got in BIG trouble as a kid.

I have been planning to write about this topic all week. I have a great story in mind. But,  I must admit the Top 10 Summer Don’t s also looks very tempting. Maybe if I have time I’ll write both. Hee hee hee!!

Anyway, When I was about 10 years old, my brother and I had an Adpack route that we delivered door to door in our neighborhood. One day I was delivering these papers on a snowy day. Which in Raleigh, NC meant there was some snow stuck to the cars, and that was about it.

I was ten remember, snow was a GREAT fascination to me. So, as I walked down the driveway from one corner house, I reached out and scraped some snow off the car to make a snowball.

The owner STORMED out of the house and yelled at me, “Don’t you know you could scratch my car doing that! You could take the paint off!! If I catch you doing that again….!!!”

I was terrified. I ran all the way home. All the way up into my bedroom. And, to the back of my closet and hid. I was horrified about what might happen to me!

But, nothing every happened. I just think it was funny that I hid in the closet from the man who lived two streets away!

Yesterday my husband forgot his wallet when he went to work. This was not the first time! Yesterday my husband forgot his lunch when he went to work. THIS is becoming a habit. So, the poor guy would have starved to death if me and little Ms. Lizzy-Jane hadn’t come to his rescue. So, when he texted asking us to come meet him for lunch, I said, “Sure, why not!” Even though he works 45 minutes away, I thought, “why not!” It will be an adventure, and fill our day up with a bit of out of the ordinary fun. So we went.

We had plans to meet at the Mexican restaurant I ate at LAST time he forgot his wallet. I couldn’t remember the name of it, but I told him I would text him all the info he needed when I got there. So, Lizzy-Jane and I got there a little early and went into Tuesday Morning to shop and burn up some time.

BUT, when I went next door to the restaurant, IT WAS LOCKED! And, all the insides were torn up. Now we had to move on to plan B. I was angry. I was so DISAPPOINTED! You know how it is when you have your mouth set on something. I could already taste the diet coke, chips and salsa and carne asada tacos! That’s ALL I wanted! None of the other suggestions Chris made made me at all happy. My mouth was set!

He first suggested CiCi’s. But, the pizza is not good for his diabetes, and so we settled on Taco Bell. What a poor stand in for REAL AUTHENTIC Mexican! I was all ready to lay it on Chris about how disappointed I was. How angry. But, by the time I saw him walking up to my car at Taco Bell, I had forgotten. Maybe it’s because he’s so CUTE!

No, the real reason is that I got tied up in thinking about Lizzy-Jane’s needs, and how to keep her safe and fed. So, what did I learn? Our personal disappointments and desires often go by the wayside when raising our kids. And, this is a good thing!

My brother, Phillip Summers,  is a MAJOR bike lover. He rides his bike to work every day. He’s also ridden many long distance trips for fun. I think one of his favorite hobbies is collecting bikes. But, to his credit he has donated many bikes to people in need. So, I guess he doesn’t keep all of them.

May is National Bike Month, and a bike store, Mock Orange Bikes, in Phillip’s area is hosting a contest specifically to celebrate National Bike to Work Week. The competition is very CLOSE between about 11 entries. So, I’m asking you, my readers, to help out Phillip. If he wins this bike, he will give his current bike to someone in need. Here, check out his blog, he explains it very well!

So, how can you help? Well, if you are on Facebook you can help! All you have to do is fan a new page and find Phillip Summers’ post and like it. I’ll attach a tutorial as well. So, here is the Face Book site for Mock Orange Bikes. Go there, and like it and Phillip’s post.

To make it as simple as possible, here is the tutorial: If you click on either of the images below, they will also take you to the Face Book page for Mock Orange Bikes.



THANKS YA’LL! The contest ends Friday. So every little bit helps!!

And now, on to the special bonus lauded in the title! Remember I told you last week about my father, and how great he is. I listed my Top 10 for Daddy on Thursday. And, I told you that one of the things I love about him is that he is a great Ol’ Pappi for Lizzy-Jane. Well we went for a visit on Friday, and Chris and I got to go on a date, while Ol’ Pappi babysat, AND I got some pictorial evidence of his greatness! Here you go! Aren’t I sweet for sharing?

They had some *outside* time, right as Chris and I were leaving for our date. I just had to snap some pictures. Ol’ Pappi is just a BIG kid at heart!!

And now, a costume parade, to show you my little one’s very unique personality and choice of play activities: music and dancing!!

Now, Costume Change!

The day started out rough. Lizzy-Jane
kept crying every time I turned
around. Sometimes she was hurt, but
mostly she just doesn’t like people/
other tougher children getting up in
her personal space. She is still
an only child, and is used
to spending an exorbitant amount of
time alone with me.  Oh my!

But, then one went to take
a nap. And, the older, sweet
girl charmed my little one into
a very fun play time.  Complete with
tag, hugs and building towers to
knock over. Yay for friend time!

I too was charmed. For sure.
What about you? Just look. Charmed?


I’m linking up with Mama Kat today. I chose prompt # 5:

 List ten favorite things about one of your favorite people.

As you can tell from the title, I’m choosing to write about my Daddy today. Now, I’m sure Chris will be a little disapointed that I didn’t choose him. He may even admit it. And, of course, I understand! He is my favorite person in the whole wide world! I probably should have chose him. But, I just wrote about my True Love for him recently. And while I could, of course, write about him again, I chose my Daddy; the original Mr. Scratchy Face instead. Mother’s Day has passed, which means Father’s Day is quick on it’s heals. Plus, my Dad’s birthday is right around the corner – June Second. So, This is for him!

1) He likes me so much.

I’ll have to explain this one for you. When I was first diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder I had a period of extremely severe depression. I alternated between telling him that I wanted to be committed and I wanted to die, that I just wanted God to let me die. Well, one day while talking on the phone, my Dad said, “I don’t think God is going to let you die, because I like you so much.” That meant a lot to me!

2) He is a great Ol’Pappi.

He is one of Lizzy-Jane’s favorite playmates. I told you about his work shirt and the sliding board, well there are millions of stories like that. He will swing her in his arms, bounce her on his knee, talk to her, feed her, play Zachaeus with her, listen to music and dance around and many other things. The funniest thing is when I spend the night and he gets her up WAY earlier than I usually get her up, because he heard her breathe heavy or something.  The real reason is he just wants to play with her before he has to go to work, and before anyone else gets up!

3) He is a hard worker.

He taught me from a very early age the value of a good work ethic. But, I am still amazed by his routines and how everything is either work or sleep. Or, so it seems. He has great initiative, and you very rarely have to ask him for anything, he’s already done it!

4) He takes good care of my Mom.

My Mom has MS, and my Dad works very hard to do his job and provide, take care of the yard, his church responsibilities and to pick up the slack around the house. He’s always there to help her up the stairs or bring her something. He’s a good example.

5) He has a great laugh.

He doesn’t laugh out loud all that often, but when he does it is totally worth the wait. He often just kind of smiles and puts his finger over his mouth. But, I love both of those laughs.

6) He is dependable.

If you ever need help with a car situation or a move, he’s your man. If you need your lawn mowed, and you can’t do it, he’s your man. If you need help finding a passage in the Bible, he’s your man. A computer problem? Yep, he’ll be there.

7) He often acts like a clown out in public.

This is often kind of embarrassing, especially when my brother and I were younger! Boy could he drive us up the wall with his antics. It was hard to explain to people, they would just look at him funny. Sometimes I think he even embarrasses people in the service industry. But, with time I’ve learned to accept it. And, I just can’t help but love him, it’s just who he is!

8 ) When I’m having a bad day, he will call me several times to check on me.

Sometimes I call my dad just crying, because I’m so depressed I can’t take it. Well when I do that, he always calls me back several times throughout the day, just to check on me. Sometimes he even brings me lunch, and he lives AN HOUR away.

9) He has great taste in TV (other than the sports!!!)

No, I never like to watch sports, but we both love the crime shows, so he is great to watch re-runs with!

10) He’s a good cook.

The way he expresses love is through acts of service, by mowing the lawn, or changing my oil or making dinner! This is the best part, he is a GREAT cook. He’s always really into the presentation side of cooking. It has to look good on the plate. Of course, he will ask us a million times if we like it, and if you are company, he’ll try to get you to eat seconds, thirds and fourths. But, it’s all worth it. The food is that good!

I’m sure now you wish you knew him! He’s a great Dad, and a great person. People in his community tell me that all the time. Or, maybe you already know him. In that case, aren’t you glad you do?!

Next Page »