A mama

Your kids need a mama- 

a woman who has chosen to put her kids and husband first and therefore serving Christ through her service in her home

Your kids need a mama who is in tune with preschool chatter through lunch hour 

not a woman who is so concerned about a youthful appearance that she crunches through her salad hurriedly at lunch (so she doesn’t have to contemplate the rather boring flavors) 

Your kids need a mama- not a mom that is bent on getting quality social time that she has no time for kindly disciplining or listening to the little girl that came and tried to speak with her mom

Your kids need a mama- not a virtuous woman who always gets her tasks done every day. 

Your kids need a mama to take them on slow bike rides 

not a mom who’s bent on pounding trail to be in shape.

Your kids need a mama- a mama who fixes toast with lots of butter and cups of ice cold juice. A mama that listens to big stories that take longer to tell than you wish.  A mama that co-regulates the crying or upset preschooler (therefore teaching self regulation). A mama makes time to cuddle big little girls. A mama who prays before they get up. A mama who has time for another princess story. Your kids need you. Not the person you wish you were or the finished tasks. The need YOU

I blush with shame as I post this.

02-08-2025

I’m thankful

Home is a warm hug

A hot shower feels like a tight squeeze

A supportive Christian husband feels like safety anchor

A clean kitchen feels like success

Going to bed early feels like luxury

Warm days in January feel like Gods blessing

Love smell like a cup of coffee over loaded with cream

Love tastes like supper made my your mama

Love looks like a f-350 pulling into the driveway

Love feels like a kiss on the cheek from your 2 year old

Love sounds like “I’m sorry mama” from your four year old.

Storms

So much more to say

But this is all

Talking about it doesn’t fix it

Only God can 

I know hearts hurt everywhere

And everywhere there’s grief

But tonight at Corley road

Someone wants relief

Relief from therapeutic parenting

Relief from defiance

Relief from opposition 

Results is what I want.

Results only come through hard work

Results come through consistency

Results come from self denial

Not from the problem fleeing.

Relief from fear and anger

Relief from so much debt

Relief from blobs that cloud my vision

Relief from from real life I guess

But God has prepared and island for me

In the midst of the (listen) turbulent sea(stormy sea)

UNTOUCHED by the things that come to annoy 

The calm peaceful island this Islam of Joy.

So tomorrow God permitting

I’ll awake and stretch and yawn

And watch the sunrise with my Bible

And I’ll be able to keep on.

I want to keep on with unplowed ground. Today I fell behind. God has protected me from my ole self for a month now, and it has been easy to be compassionate and hide my anger. But this week has given me lots of chances to practice praying!

A dad and his girl

Wendell had a little girl

Her top was sure to blow

But everywhere that Wendell went 

That girl was sure to go!

Out to feed fish

They’d often go

Chewing the steering wheel

Was the way to go.

She chewed up the wheel

That steered old green bean

And her daddy still loved her

Her needs they were seen

She rode with this dad

To haul a big shed

And marble slab ice cream

She was offered and fed

And then she got bigger

And still loved her dad

He helped her through problems

That to her seemed quite bad

When storms came her way

And filled her with fright 

She’d talk to her dad

And he’d lead her right.

And then she met Jace

His eyes brimmed with tears

He gave her away 

Wishing her many good years

And still to this day

His number I call 

He still has good light

He’s there when I fall.

And I thank you my daddy

For loving just me

Just me like I am

For loving just me

Happy birthday to my daddy❤️

Team Maci

In a world where cancer is prevalent

In a country where truth is so rare

In a town where self is so normal

We know of a God who’s still here

Our God is a God of real love 

Our God is a God of real peace

Our God is a God of true joy

And He wants us to pray and not cease

He wants us to pray for pure miracles

When miracles seem out of our league

When hope seems all gone and we sink to despair

When all our souls feel is fatigue 

So when you feel lost and dont know how to pray

When anger and bitterness storm down your way 

When nothing but rain falls on your front door

Just lean into God and He’ll hear you for sure.

It may seem so quiet

It may seem He’s gone 

But he’s there and He’s listening

And He’s carrying you along

Inspired by a little girl who has Macon roots. She’s battling cancer at only 6 years old! Pray for her, her mama and daddy and all those who love her!

Divine Love

Effort

I chose effort as my 2024 word of the year. I hope to put more effort into life and in giving of myself. Too many times I expect a great life to happen without effort. And then I’m disappointed with the results.

The day Jace and I got engaged the Lord gave me message in song that He’s regifted many times to me. And I feel unworthy.. 

“Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small. Love so amazing, so divine, demands my life, my soul, my all.” *

    I don’t know how to put into words how this song makes me feel. 

Eternally grateful. Humbled. And mostly in awe. At my Creator. For the man He gave me. How did He know that Jace would be life itself to me? And Summer and Saylor.. Truly, they demand my life, my soul, my all. But He often reminds me, “Love so amazing, so divine demands my all.” He emphasizes that it is demanding but it’s because of a great gift. And I feel humbled again. Serving my family seems as a privilege instead of a job. 

…And I never can thank You half enough.🎶🎵

*Christian Hymnal 113

One Who has my back

One Who has my back

In the darkness that confines me

In the silence that shouts back

In the never ending questions 

There is One who has my back.

He doesn’t say much, He’s just there

It’s uncomfortable somewhat to me

For I want answers, light, direction 

A path that’s plain enough to see

Instead He sits there with me.

It’s still dark and panicky

And then One word from Jesus

“Just sit still down here with Me”

So on a park bench underground,

Awaiting the right train on track

I choose to sit down here with Jesus 

He’s the One who has my back.

I envision myself waiting at a subway station. It’s pitch black because the lights aren’t on. I see train after train zoom by and I reach for my pack ready to hop on. “We can’t stay here!” I tell Jesus. “This isn’t working.” I say. But He pulls me back to the old park bench and puts His hand around my shoulder. “That’s not the right one yet” and so again I’m sitting in silence with Jesus… maybe sometime our train will come in. Maybe someday answers will come. Maybe someday life won’t be as heavy.. I don’t know… I haven’t been willing to sit quietly in darkness. But I want to try..  I trust the Maker of darkness and light.

Written in weakness. Thanks to many prayers life is lighter and brighter!

Missing you

This post feels unfinished. Rugged. Torn. Raw edged. This is also how I feel. I reckon that’s part of having someone or ones(papa g) gone from here.

Also I know that some of the other grandkids (the real ones) pry feel this more keenly than I do! So understand me here!😅

Oh Granpa… how we missed you.  Your stories. Your presence. 

I’m so glad I knew you for as long as I did. I’m so glad you’re in Heaven. I’m so glad you’re whole again..

How I wonder what Christmas in heaven was like. Was the snow falling? Did you worship the Baby King? Did you sing in the Heavenly Christmas choir with energy? 

Could you see your children and grandchildren and great grandkids these past couple days? Were you our guardian angel? 

And thank you. Thank you for the legacy you left. Thank you for your prayers. Thank you for being you!

Christmas Angels

My mind is full. Many thoughts shuffle past each other, bounce off the wall of my brain, and look for a place to call home. Through them all though comes a thought pattern that does have a beginning and an end. And keeps resonating with me.

    What inspires you this year about Christmas? Different years being different inspirations for me. Here is this years inspiration from Heaven.

     “Angels sing to Him, sing your love to Him, He’s our Lord and King. Alleluia! Angels sing to Him, sing your love to Him, He’s our Lord and King. Alleluia!”*

  Angels. Light. Song. Him. Love. 

  Early morning brings a puking feverish little girl, who fights taking medicine. As the medicine comes back up, my temper rises as well. And then I hear it. “Angels sing to Him, sing your love to Him, He’s our Lord and King. Alleluia! With the sweet song comes a message that can’t be misunderstood. “You’re Summer’s angel. Sing to her. Show her your love. Do it for Me”  and the job that was sour now has purpose.

    Keeping blonde bangs from getting in the way of the bucket, a camping trip tainted with fussy children, a little girl in a tailspin after her knee and palm meet with asphalt, I despair quite easily at the endless opportunity to give. But if I listen, the song is still playing. “Angels sing to Him sing your love to Him, He’s our Lord and King. Alleluia!”

   Miraculously it makes a full December bearable. Somehow it makes Christmas a collection of treasured memories and peaceful moments. It makes the “snatches of joy” in life sparkle.

  Christmas comes home to my heart. In being someone’s angel. Being someone’s music. Giving someone light.

*Bethlehem by Dorothy Good

At random

   I suppose at the end of the day I’ll still wonder where the sweet nurse named Geraldyn is. And what she is up to. I’ll still wonder how the next few months will be. I’ll still hope the bills get paid.

      At the end of the day I suppose I’ll still have lots to pray about and life will still be a constant self denial. God will still have to remind me that through Him, I am enough.

 But at the end of today God will still be God. He will still love me. Even with unanswered questions. Even with unfinished tasks. Even with lost things that can’t seem to be found. 

    And at the end of today, God’s daily special will still be miracles.

I’m thankful for daily miracles.

I’m thankful 

God allows the perfect people to cross our paths at the perfect time.

God made baby chicks just like He did.

God gave us 2 little girls 

God made Jace a farmer boy 

God gave me just the friends I needed 

I can be this family’s chaos coordinator (I’d like that sticker for the back of my car. It’d be just a little sticker so the red neck in me wouldn’t shine so bright🤣)

Hope your day is perfection!🤩

I choose you

Often I feel overwhelmed with the children I have. I feel like I’m not cut out to be a parent. I feel like there so many that parent better than I do. Yesterday morning I was thinking about holding my first baby for one of the first times in the hospital and thinking how drastic life would change and how naive I was to the things that could be. Then the Lord gave me this inspiration.. and I am humbled and thankful to Him that He is willing to go with me, and give me inspirations to help the burdens.

I knew every trial you’d face

I knew every time you’d embrace

I’d walked every road that you’d walk

And I still chose you.

I choose you even tho you make mistakes

I choose you even tho you despair

I’d choose you again and again

Because you are perfect for them.

Ask me to walk with you each day

When hard things trip you up pray and pray

And remember I placed you here

It’s about Me and not you so don’t fear.

I am with you all day and all night

When your child doesn’t sleep or is tucked in tight.

I love you the same either way.

And remember I chose you. And am choosing you each day.

Nostalgia

Back in the good ole days.. back in MS Under mom and dads roof. Less responsibility. Back when worries were small. Or when it was just Jace and I. And we could sleep in. we could go to bed early or late. I miss those days.

I miss supper time around the old family table with everybody. And no phones involved. I miss going to youth in the silver Altima that wasn’t mine. I miss living with sisters that I fought with. I miss going to church with the people that watched me grow up. And helped shape me into the person I am. I miss after church snacks at bumpers that didn’t make my pocketbook feel empty.  I miss chicken barns and walker mowers.

But if I was back then I’d miss things too. I’d miss Jace coming home every evening. I’d miss my two year olds random observations. I’d miss Saylor’s last little smile around her paci to me as she nods off to sleep. I’d miss baby lotion and cuddles. I’d miss my Florid people. I’d miss Hailey Rae coming over after school. I’d miss cooper. And I’d miss the grown up conversations o can have with my sisters! I’d miss my little chicken barn. I’d miss my best friend working at the shop on my yard. I’d miss the sound parenting advice I get from sisters at church.

And if I was denied this moment I’d miss it too. I reckon it’s all part of growing up. All part of getting big.. 

joy is now. And i want to be a part of that joy.

Miss Mother Behind The Mark

Have you heard of her? SHE is the problem. She has problems, she is the reason things are the way they are. She gowns up in guilt- dutifully. Every morning she misses a beautiful dawn because she is packing her daily “I can fix it” backpack. It’s a heavy, a lot of responsibility bag. Or wait, maybe she misses the dawn because the night before she slept with the back pack and upon opening her eyes with the morn, realizes how heavy it is. Cumbersome. She struggles to even sit up in bed.

     Miss Behind The Mark is the reason her family is as poor as they are. Or what is poor? She doesn’t really know. She just knows that is she would keep better books, do her own sewing, not have so many appointments, meal plan, buy groceries on sale and maybe not so many for her family, be more organized at home so she could get more house jobs, they’d be so much better off financially. Everyone would surely be happier. Even if she’d try and clean her own home better things would not be fall aparty like they are. Yes she’s the problem.

       Her children are definitely real.. not some fairy tale dream angels. No sir! The will in those kids are hot and heavy. And it’s her fault. She’s let them win over her almost every time. Or she must have. Other parents, other kids sure don’t have these problems.. her friends must surely go home and shake there heads at this method of child training. She’s a failure. She must be firmer, bossier, stricter. She’s convinced her kids will grow up to be sloppy and don’t care. Her two year old fights and begs her to not comb her hair. And doesn’t happily comply when it’s getting combed. There is so much coaxing. Yes they are destined to be the county slobs.  In fact miss misfit is a weak person because other mothers would gawk at the things she allows. A dog? In the house? Colors? On the carpet? Food? Outside the high chair? And who but this parental failure would have a pen/sharpie/toothpick in reach of grubby fingers? Yes definitely she’ll be needing to try harder. For she’s not consistent. In fact she doesn’t do anything to train the kids. 

   Her hubby doesn’t do everything right either. And she packs that guilt up in the satchel with the rest of the world’s burdens.. sometimes she wonders if they are a match made in Heaven like she has felt they have been before. She’s convinced that she doesn’t deserve his love. Because who is she? She’s jus an old mom. A mom that get impatient. That’s tired. That serves food off paper plates.. His laundry isn’t always put away and let’s not talk about the unmade bed or trash that should’ve been taken out three days ago. The shower in their bathroom, uhh yeah. Her backpack begins to unload on him.. things tumbling out that look like accusations against the dearest that God gave her. There life is less than perfect and he surely could do better to help..

    Her spiritual life too. Wow! If people could really see the mess. And how is it possible to make it to Heaven with the deceit, the wrong, the world we live in today. In fact there is not way

     And then her Creator steps in. Sometimes I’m the form of her mother. Sometimes with a quiet voice that can’t be mistaken.. this is guilt.. this is blame and shame. This is the opposite of faith and trust. This is doing it by yourself.. her eyes open. She realized for the first time in along time that there is a better way. Her Maker did not design her for this guilt. In fact He loves her. And has so much more faith in her than this. He made her a mother. He created the hurricane of love that is two for her. He knew she’d be able to handle it her with him.. even all these doctor’s appointments the hurricane melts in.. even her strong will.. Her maker did give her the love of her life and said it is good. He made it to be a love that lasts. Not just a fleeting romantic before kids, before real life hits love. He tells her that she needs faith. In Him. In herself through Him.. in His saving grace. In His way to Heaven.. and she weeps. She realize the sin if doing it my way. And she steps away from Calvary with freedom. Life is still real. Life is still tough. But there’s sunshine in walking with the Makes. With trusting her husband because He’s created the union. And hand in hand they can do it!

#reallife

Tired, weary, crampy feet

She knew they needed a sweet treat.

‘‘Twas found on the recliner seat.

But lo, there was no time

Her mother called from far away

“We have a problem here today”

And so she fell on knees to pray

While her daughter ate her fish.

Her Ford Explorer zoomed to town

Her spirits feeling not so down

She must return shirts to amazon

And groceries and target were her goal

She stopped for lunch at a grocery store 

As far as time- she needed more

But baby M was not impressed

At the choice of its mothers sustenance

The baby inside threw a royal fit

But the momma made it to her appointment.

In one whole piece!! Imagine that!

After target and UPS

She headed home-Home to a mess

A short nap while her daughter napped

(She was still at her nanas-are you surprised at that?)

There was supper to be made and groceries to be put away

But she chose to go out on this hot hot hot day.

Even the chickens today didnt lay.

After all, it was a Monday..

So the housewife escaping the mess

Went outside in this heat and mowed some grass.

The farmer came home

What a nice thing to see

The family ate supper

And rode golf cart with glee

Again the housewife escaped from themaze

The dishes, the groceries, the diapers the CRAZE

but she soon then repented and worked like she should

And now she’s enjoying some time with her brood… (Even tho it’s only two in her brood)

Traditions

I’m glad  the Lord cares about me to give me inspirations! This one strengthened my faith in the Church. 

“Old Daniel of old, he was asked not to pray. To his God up in Heaven in his own usual way…

Usual…. What would’ve been the outcome of Daniel if he would be have prayed like sometimes I’m tempted to do. Or have done before.. “oh God just understand and allow this to pass this time…” “Just let me off easy..” I imagine myself in Daniel’s shoes sighing this prayer as I walk up the steps and pray near my window.. Maybe kneel underneath the window. Low enough to where I cannot be seen.. or Maybe I jus kneel beside my bed. Or don’t kneel at all during the 30 days? 

I don’t know how God would’ve looked at that.  I would’ve still prayed! Sure.!!

But I wouldn’t be giving God myself.. Sometimes I groan and sigh about some of “our” traditions.. and wonder can’t we be less traditional! Or I feel like we are just stuck in a rut.. but this gave me courage to embrace those. Maybe sometimes they need to change. Maybe sometimes we are stuck in a rut. Maybe we do need to think outside the box. I don’t mean to say we don’t. But I want to make sure to take an extra look and make sure that I’m still willing to let God have all of me.

Sean Dietrich

Many of you have asked about our evening last night with Sean! I can’t wait to give you a run down! 

Thanks to the book club members- especially Sharon- for inviting me and getting my ticket! You definitely deserve credit here!

Also thanks to my dear parents in law for watching my baby! And also my husband to finished the evening out with her!

The Monroville Library had asked Sean to come speak at the Old Courthouse Museum(because the library had not enough room) for the 95th year celebration!

We carpooled. Drove to Monroville. And ate supper at the Mockingbird cafe.. (I think that’s what it was called!) Some of the food was great, like the fried pickles- some not so good, like Gloria’s grilled “chicken breast”, or what was it? The food was affordable tho and we decided that to be able to make it affordable,  they backed off on running the A.C. I wouldn’t give it ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️  But I’d definitely go back! 

We must’ve been Sean fans because the doors to the courthouse didn’t open until 6:30, but we were there at 5:45! It payed off tho and we got great seats!! I personally sat on the second bench in the isle!! That was five star!

 Finally the long awaited Sean Dietrich appeared! It felt unreal. Unbelievable that I! Me! Was here! It wasn’t a dream.. but was FOR REAL! Needless to say I was pumped! The crowd erupted with clapping and he proceeded to sing awhile! Very very enjoyable to listen to! Hilarious most of the time! He talked for close to an hour. Some singing with the crowd singing along with him. I wasn’t sure if we sang all the songs as slow as Southern Baptist do or not?! But at least we all sang together! And then best of alllllllllllllllllllll best we got to meat him and talk to him! Totally the Best part of this year yet! I’m so glad we were close to the last of the line so we could chat awhile and not feel too rushed! And what do you even say to him? For sure in a group? But it all turned out so much better than I imagined! And you know what? I’m more of a Sean fan than ever before!

Ahemmmm.. he thanked me for laughing at his jokes🫣 and also signed my book thanks for laughing! He said he could count on me🙈 little embarrassed but I am who I am.. and mom and dad?! Didn’t you try to get me laugh quieter all my growing up years? Yeah! I’m sorry I failed last night!