Friday, February 1, 2013


“A Mama Moment”…..with Kenton                                                    February 1, 2013
….Kenton is my more reserved child; however, he is my hugger.  Daily, he will come up to me and say, "I need a hug".  Some days, he may ask for several.  Some days he senses I might need a hug and says, "Mama, come here, you look like you need a hug."  His are not the typical teen aged boy hugs...his are the arms around your shoulders, full on, bear hug of a man who knows the value of encircling a person with his presence.  His hugs are a thermometer of how he is doing.  Stressed out...more hugs.  Less stressed...fewer hugs or more hugs because I need them.  I love that God uses traits of our children to learn to gauge how they are doing...and, while not perfect, the "hug-o-meter" is a helpful way of keeping in tune with Kenton's great heart.

~A Mama Moment

May I never miss a single one…..
"A Mama Moment"…..with Johnson                February 1, 2013 


….Johnson, my extrovert and verbose child, loves coming into our bedroom and doing what he does best...T A L K I N G. I have learned a lot about my son during this season of "bedroom chatting" and will always treasure his sharing. He seems to come in with a purpose...to tell us about his date, what is going on at school, new happenings at work. Sometimes, you can tell he is stressed and just needs to get things off of his chest. Other times, he is there to share a joke or tell us of a funny happening in his life. Today, he was having us help him with an internet quiz he was taking....it took me 30 minutes to blow dry my hair in the bathroom next door because I had to keep turning off the dryer to respond to his "Hey Mama...what's the first thing you think of when you hear the name Elvis Presley?"

~A Mama Moment

May I never miss a single one…..

Pssstt....."polyester suits was the Elvis answer he needed....."

“A Mama Moment”…..with Madison                          January 31, 2013
….Sitting next to my daughter, Madison, in Madison County(her namesake birth place), in the Combs building listening to her sing “It is well with my soul” with one hundred or so of her fellow CRU students.  My arm neatly tucked into hers, she leans over and says, “Mama, are you cold?” and snuggles closer to me as if to warm me with her own body.  “No baby, I just want to hug on my baby and enjoy this Mama moment”.  ~Thank you Jesus, that you gift Mamas with those little moments not just when our children are babies, but also when the are young adults.  I pray I don't miss a single one!
~Richmond, Kentucky

It Is Well With My Soul....................

Monday, January 28, 2013


If It’s Monday, It’s Mama

E is for Elesabeth, Equanimity and Elephant
When I was young, way before I ever married, I told God I would really be grateful if He could find it in His heart to send a daughter to me.  I would be grateful for boys, but I really, really wanted a daughter.  And, God was good.  He sent you to me and I have been grateful ever since.  You were named Elesabeth (really Elizabeth) after Beth Morris, my BFF who went to be with Jesus long before you came to live with me.  “A gift from God” is what your name means, and I truly believe that to be a truth.
You are a Gift from God.
 
I don’t take that for granted.
Nor should you.
When life would try to pull you down.  When others would try to drag at your spirit.  When work wears you out.  When bills start piling high.  When school becomes a challenge.  When men are monsters and brothers are bears.  When parents are off-putting and friends put you off, I hope you will remember….
HE WILL NOT.
And, as a favored treasure of His, you have an obligation to live brightly….for Him.  The whole purpose of our life here on earth is to be God’s reflection to others so that they will want to come and know Christ as well.
Ask yourself?  “Does my life portray God in a good light?”
“Am I consistent in my Godly behavior? Do I give of my best first to Him?”
How you are able to answer this matters.  Noone expects perfection, not even the Perfector.
Don’t ask me how to do this.  I don’t have it all figured out.
BUT, what I have learned is that it does require some “EQUANIMITY”….some, “evenness of temperament”, even under stress.
One thing I pray you are able to grasp more of as you grow in maturity is equanimity. 
The ability to keep your temperament even…to think through things, to set goals and walk toward them, to make good decisions.  To guard your words, your actions and your heart. 
And, I can promise you this…there is only one way to do that and it is by following HIS WAY.
Do that.
Don’t just write that you are going to do it.
Do it.
Pray for strength to do it.
Write it on your hands, put stickies around your room to remind you…(like Sarah taught you).
Be purposeful!
Grow equanimity in your life.
And finally, your elephant story….when you were little, I took you to ride on an elephant.  You had to step up high onto a ladder to climb on its back and you didn’t want any help…you could do it “all by myself” you told me.  You giggled and laughed until the moment you got to the top of the ladder.  At that point, you stopped and turned around and looked at me as to say, “I am not sure I can do this….it is too high, the elephant is too big”….
You said out loud, “Mama, I might be afraid”.
Hmm….what does a mother say to that? 
I replied, “Baby, at some point, you have to decide, do I want to be afraid or do I want to ride the elephant?”
To which you very clearly said, “I don’t want to be afraid.”
My reply, “Then be careful, do what the elephant helper tells you and climb on it’s back”.
Never will I forget your getting on top of the elephant and the ear-to-ear “I did it” grin on your face.  You were so proud of yourself and so was I.
Don’t get me wrong, I always want you to be wise in your decision-making.  I want you to think long and hard about the consequences of the decisions you make, but I do pray you are able to walk through your fears and INTO your faith.  You can do that with confidence when you are living for Him and not for yourself.
When you remember whose gift you are….it is simpler to be the Gift you were intended to be.

Blessings,

Mama