I Will Not Forget Thy Word

11Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against Thee. 12Blessed art Thou, O Lord: teach me Thy statutes. 13With my lips have I declared all the judgements of Thy mouth. 14I have rejoiced in the way of Thy testimonies, as much as in all riches. 15I will meditate in Thy precepts, and have respect unto Thy ways. 16I will delight myself in Thy statutes: I will not forget Thy word. Emphasis mine

Psalm 119:11-16

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"Visit many good books, but live in the Bible"

C.H. Spurgeon 

Tomorrow

Tomorrow. 2017.  Geesh, that didn't take long!  2016 was swift. It flew by faster than any year in my memory. That's not necessarily a bad thing because, in addition to it's speediness, 2016 was often unkind. Frankly, there were moments when it was downright mean, nasty even.

It found those I love the most in the midst of confusion, uncertainty, heartbreak, divorce, financial angst, emotional distress, diagnoses with uncertain prognoses, fear for our nation, concern for our community, changes in careers, the workplace and friendships.

Family and friends lost loved ones, some sadly anticipated but others left suddenly. Gut-wrenching, unexpected. Some I've held and cried with while still others, in far away places, I've wept and prayed for from afar. 

Looking back sends my mind reeling. You name it, 2016 touched it. It's Winter too harsh, Spring too short, Summer too wet and then, suddenly too dry. Autum too ... did we even have one? So, while I can't imagine I'll look back on it with much fondness or, for that matter, miss it at all, to be fair, it was not without it's blessings ...

It's a boy! 

My gorgeous grandgirlies

My daddy, my baby and his baby

Thanksgiving with my pride and joy

Papaw and with our youngest little elf on his first Christmas Eve

So thankful for another Fall Creek Christmas Eve 2016

The Hubs is 56!

Remember, tomorrow we're off to a new start. I think the fact that it's on a Sunday is a good thing. We'll be starting off a whole new year at the beginning of a whole new week. Perhaps it's a sign. A sign of good things to come.  Happy New Year! 

Intentional

Hello.

Long time no see.

How have you been?

 

Me? I'm fine, thank you.

Oh, I almost forgot ...

Happy New Year!

 

Can you believe it's 2016?  Me either.

 

As usual, the end of something and the beginning of another prompts a gal to thought. I've thought about it and prayed about it for a while now and have decided that 2016 needs something to define it, to plan on, look forward to, strive towards.  A theme of sorts.

 

With that said, my intention is to be intentional this year.

 

In·ten·tion·al

inˈten(t)SH(ə)n(ə)l/

adjective: intentional

done on purpose; deliberate.

 

In every. single. thing...

                                         

                                            in my marriage.
                                            in my home.
                                            in my church.
                                            with my family.
                                            with my health.
                                            in my community.
                                            in my job.
                                            in my friendships.
       (and perhaps even)  in my blogging.
                                          (Although the jury is still out on this one. Only time will tell but you'll be the first to know!)




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let The Thankfulness Begin!

Today is November 1st.  Are you thinking what I'm thinking? "Where has this year gone?"

It was one of change in our home and thankfully, unlike it's predecessors (aka 2011, 2012 & 2013) those changes were overwhelmingly positive and have left me full of hope.

I like that about 2014.

November 1st is kinda the unofficial start of the holiday season, don't ya think?

In a few weeks we'll be in the throes of it all. The 4th Thursday will find us (hopefully) surrounded by family & friends, stuffed to the gills, going through the sales paper to plan our Black Friday attack and from that point, it's on but for now ...

Right now ...

We have time to think about the past ten months. What they held. What changed. What we wished had changed.

I have no idea what season of life you're in.  You may be exactly where you want to be or very close to it. The thought of that makes me happy for you --- whoever you may be.

But wherever this post finds you, I challenge you to take the time to look around and count your blessings. Some will be obvious to you. Others you may have to seek out.

I suppose it's unfair of me to assume your 2014 whizzed by as quickly as mine did but whatever it's speed, I pray it treated you & those you love with kindness.

Let the thankfulness begin!



Unforgettable.

That's what you are ... 

unforgettable: adjective,  earning a permanent place in the memory; impossible to forget; indelibly impressed on the memory ...

I'd say that pretty much sums you up, January Twenty-Fourteen. You with your brutal temps. Your ice & snow freezing mountainous rural roads, making travel treacherous and nerve-racking.

 

 

Our storm door --- frozen over.

Thankfully, there was good in you.

My Sailor and his family were home for 11 days after a two-year absence. This made my heart very, very happy.

 

My grandgirlies were finally together. Giggle galore!

"Please Nana. Can we have a slumber party?"
 



Looks like I said "Yes" ;)

My KyKy loving on her Papaw.

 

Our family welcomed a new little one. My niece, Lauren Brooke was born ...

Girlfriend weighed in at 9 lbs. 14 oz.

 

And the next day, we celebrated my cousin Greg's 50th birthday.

 



Even a non-snow lover, such as myself can appreciate that you had your moments of beauty.

 

 



So January 2014 ... you were not without your charms.

I think Nat King Cole summed it up perfectly ...  "unforgettable in every way and forever more, that's how you'll stay" ...  You've made your mark and you'll not be soon forgotten.

Go on now. It's time for you to leave. It's February's time to shine. With that thought, I'll close with a prayer ...

"Dear Lord, please don't let that stupid groundhog see his shadow"

Mom Years

 

My oldest son & his family left today.
I've had a good cry.
My heart is heavy.
Residual damage.

Which goes to prove what I've long suspected to be true.
Proof that it never gets easier.

He'll be 34 in 13 days and yet, as I watch him drive away, my heart doesn't seem to be able to differentiate between the screaming infant placed on my sterile-draped abdomen early that January morn and the handsome, broad-shouldered sailor who has traveled the world.

Is there a difference?
None that I can tell.

 

Don't get me wrong.
My head gets it.
My heart does not.
Which is regrettable on days such as this.

It had been two years since he'd been home.
That's a long, long time.
Especially in mom years.

In case you didn't know,
Mom years are even longer than dog years.
Of course, I just made that up.
But I challenge you to find a military momma who disagrees.

Before he left there was mention of another visit this year.
This Summer perhaps.
As wonderful as that would be, history has taught me to err on the side of caution.

So for now, I'll cherish the memories of the past eleven days.
I am truly grateful for the time spent together.
I have enjoyed every moment.



 

 

 



Mud

Today is the first full day of Winter --- all evidence to the contrary. Well, at least there's no evidence of Winter's arrival here in Southern West Virginia. I can't speak for the whole of Appalachia because I haven't watched the weather channel in a few days ;)

Normally a lack of evidence that Winter has arrived would make me happy -- ecstatic even --  but this year, not so much. This troubles me. Greatly. It's not normal. Not even close. Not for me any way.

It's 60 degrees outside. Right now. On December 22nd. It's kinda starting to creep me out AND the fact that it's kinda starting to creep me out IS kinda starting to creep me out. Are you with me? Comprende?  Or, as they say here in Appalachia  "Com-pre-HEND-o?"  Actually  they don't say that at all but the hubs has, when he's being especially silly and, thankfully, not often but I digress.

Any way, back to the lack of Winter weather ...

Do you know what happens when the temperature stays above 32 degrees and precipitation falls from the sky in the form of rain? When you're surrounded by hills and dirt and ... in valleys and dirt and ... grass, (extra soggy from all the rain) on top of dirt and ... gravel on top of (what was) dirt, and ... dirt on top of dirt? ...

It turns to mud!

Yes, folks (ding! ding! ding!) we have a winner!

 

Mud. Mud everywhere. As far as the eye can see.  Yuck. No bueno. I was going to post pictures to prove my point but I decided against it. Why would you want to see that? Well, you wouldn't want to so I stopped myself just short of my obsessive compulsion to show you just how ugly mud can be. Plus, I would've had to go out in the mud to take pics of the mud and ain't nobody got time for that.

 

Listen, I'm not a fan of the cold. Bone-chilling temps, icy roads and precipitation in the form of freezing rain are things we all could do without.  All I'm really asking for is a happy medium. Surely there is one. 

 

Listen, I NEVER thought I'd hear myself say this but all this brown on the ground is bringing me down ... I'm beginning to think a white Christmas wouldn't be such a bad thing. At least the white stuff would cover up the brown stuff, right?

 

After all, it would make the kiddos happy, my neighbor Sara would be thrilled and, oh heck, who am I kidding? I know lots of folks that would be over the moon if we had some snow on Christmas Eve & Christmas Day ... 

 

Now, before you go and get all weirded out by what I just said 'cause you know me and you're convinced that Kimberly has really lost her mind 'cause this is completely out of character (and you would be right) just know that I'm not advocating snow drifts up to my behind for weeks on end ... far from it!

 

You can't blame a gal 'cause she'd like to wash the back door rugs and have them look clean for more than a second or because she longs to walk to her car without throwing her back out 'cause she nearly falls on her behind, slipping on wet, brown ground. I declare it's trickier to navigate on foot than the white stuff!

 

On the other hand, maybe there is something wrong with me. I started to notice it with the first snow fall in early November. During my 17-mile trek to work, I actually looked at the snow covered mountain and thought it was pretty & voiced it. While walking into WalMart one warm evening after work, I had a thought "It's so warm, it just doesn't feel like Christmas" ... what's up with that? I'm just not feeling like myself these days.

 

For the record, whenever I don't feel like myself, I usually always blame my hormones (or lack thereof) but this time, I'm blaming it on the mud ....

 

I'm ready for some (barely) below freezing temps to solidify the ground and if that brings on a (reasonable amount of) snow then so be it.

 

Please excuse me while I look for the thermometer. I think I may be running a temp.

 

 

 

 

 

Unto Thee, O Lord ...

At 4:00 a.m. I woke up

or maybe I was woken up

I'm still unsure

 

At any rate,

music immediately filled my groggy head

 

"Unto thee O Lord ....."

(youth camp?)

 

"do I lift up my soul ...."

(yeah, definitely a youth camp song)

 

"Unto thee O Lord, do I lift up my soul ..."

(Really Lord? A song from youth camp? I'm 52.)

~ Which reminded me of Proverbs 22:6 ~

 

"O my God, I trust in thee .... "

(where is that scripture any way?)

 

"Let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me"

(sing it again!)

 

 

After I sang it a few times in my head,

(the hubs was sound asleep)

I got up, made coffee and went in search of the scripture.

 

I knew it was in Psalms

 (a sacred song or poem used in worship; especially : 

 one of the biblical hymns collected in the Book of Psalms)

 

So I went there ...

to Psalms, a beautiful book, authored by several but

most were written by David,

a man after God's own heart

(I Sam. 13:14, Acts 13L22)

 

I figure if a song written by a man after God's own heart

wakes you woke at 4 a.m.

(90 minutes before the alarm is to go off)

 a gal ought to pay attention.

 

 



Psalms 25: 1-2

 

There it was

(btw, I looked on my own for a short time then "Goggled" it.

Give me a break --- it's early! ;)

 

Of course, I read the whole chapter.

It's so beautiful, uplifting, encouraging.

Everything a psalm ought to be ...

it's all in there.

 

So I'm going for it. The theme (& song) for today is Psalms 25:1-22.

After reading it all, I feel certain that was the plan -- His plan ---

 

Let me encourage you to read it too.

 

I feel certain this early morning wake up call wasn't meant for me alone.

 

Have a great day! :)

 

 



laundry

laundry. saturday. synonyms?
not technically
mr. webster's answer would be "no" unequivocally
but what did he know about working women and laundry?
i dare say not much

it's saturday and you know the old adage
"the more things change, the more they stay the same"
the change being that my boys are grown and
the same being saturday means laundry.

i'm convinced that regardless of what stage of life you're in if you're a woman and you have a job that takes you outside of the home during the week then (more often than not) saturday is laundry day.

this morning, while emptying the hamper and separating clothes (two small loads. three if you count towels) my mind wandered back to a time when saturday would have found me covered up in piles of a week's worth of dirty clothes -- piles of jeans, khakis, socks, underwear, jerseys, t-shirts, nike shirts (galore) and last but not least, football uniforms (not one, but two) from friday night's game -- my hallway often looked like a mine-field. 

have you ever just had a moment with your laundry?
have your eyes filled with tears and your heart ache as your mind is flooded with memories?
anyone else miss smelly football clothes in the fall of the year? anyone?

let me preface what i'm about to say with this. i would have never, ever imagined that i would miss massive amounts of laundry and, lest you think me diagnosable, it's not the laundry i miss at all.

it's the process that finds me melancholy standing in front of the washing machine early on a saturday morning. the process of raising children. my children. those precious babies God so graciously trusted me to keep and care for and yes, do their laundry.

So ....

by the way, a little later in the day, i shared my laundry moment with my daughter-in-law, the wife of my youngest son. she graciously offered to let me do his laundry. she's a giver.

Trains

I heard it long before I saw it as I was leaving work on Friday evening so I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped this as it went by ...

I had been thinking of Joshua for most of the afternoon. He's on my mind more often than not but more so that day because the previous Friday I had been anticipating our visit. You know a "this time last week" kinda thing. The visit was short and wonderful but now it was behind me and I was missing him ... again.

As I walked to my car my heart was overwhelmed.
Thoughts of that day ran through my mind. (You can read about it here)
My breath caught in my throat and tears filled my eyes.
"Calm down Kimberly. He's fine" I whispered to myself.

The truth is he is fine.
He's more than fine.
My boy is far away and getting ready to move father but he's alive.
Not just alive.
He's alive and well. Thriving.

I never hear a train whistle that I don't think of him.
Never.
I never cross railroad tracks that he doesn't come to my mind.
Never. Ever.

These moments of panic, those "what ifs" -- when what could have been invades my thoughts --  have come more and more often in the last year or so.  Is it my age? Hormones? Satan? A combination of all three?

Perhaps.

Whatever the reason, I have made a decision.
I will be thankful for those times.
I may never understand why things happen but I will be thankful for them.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not there yet. I'm a work in progress -- on oh so many levels -- and, honestly, I wonder if I'll ever not be in need of an "under construction" sign to wear around my spiritual neck.

 

 

You see I personally know three families who have lost a loved one to a train so I know people don't come out unscathed when it comes to locomotives. They generally don't come out at all.

 

So, what if the sound or sight of a train made my heart cry out in praise to God?

What if I fought the thoughts of "what if" (i.e. he had died or suffered irreparable damage) and instead made it a point to thankfully acknowledge  what did happen -- God spared my son -- and give Him praise for it.

Recently, I've been trying making it a point to find the awesomeness in every day life. The simple gifts that surround me. I've intended to write them down -- make a list. I believe that if we're not careful, we'll get so caught up in the wear and tear of the mundane that we'll get to a point where we have to be reminded to even be thankful for the big stuff -- the miraculous -- never mind the small stuff and that's a shame.

I thank God for that train last Friday evening. I needed to see it exactly when I did. The timing was perfect. I heard it coming. I looked for it and it prompted me to thought. Coincidence? I think not.

Today I'll begin my list with:

1. Trains. While it may sound strange to others, they will forever be a reminder to me of God's  protection and faithfulness.

 

Color me thankful.

 

 

 

So very, very thankful.

 

~ To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever. (Psalms 30:12) ~

 



 

 









Wisdom by Boochie

Anna Elisabeth.

Lovin' on her daddy during church.

My Boochie.

This picture makes me wanna break out in song ...
 "Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful?
Isn't she precious?"

 

Her Papaw Bozo declares she's the most like me of all four grandgirlies and he may be right. It's here that I feel the need to insert that she has him totally wrapped around her little finger. It happened early on and I have evidence. Ladies & gentleman, I present to you Exhibit A ...

Papaw Bozo admiring the newborn Anna ...
Let the manipulation begin!

 

She's conservative and practical. A deep thinker. She's not given to much foolishness.

Well, unless she's very tired then watch out. Giggles reign supreme!

I said all that to say this:

Every once in a while, I talk to the girls about being careful ... mindful ... of strangers or even people that they know or are acquainted with who may, for lack of a better word, make them feel uncomfortable or uneasy.

(Lest you think me too brazen in my role as Nana, this is something reiterated by their parents).

Yesterday I had such a conversation to which Anna says

"Why are we talking about this?"

(I heard "again" at the end of the question, although it wasn't said. She's intolerant of redundancy ;)

"Well I just wanted to remind you because ..."

 

"Not everyone loves God."  (Well, yes Wise One. Exactly). 

 

"And some times there are mean people around, who pretend to be nice. Do you remember what you're supposed to do?"  

 

Emily chimed in and (impressively) both girls remembered all the things they were supposed to in order to thwart the evil plan of our imaginary abductor.  "Scream -- loud. Never stop screaming. Scratch. Anywhere. Everywhere.  Kick -- hard (in their "daddy parts" if possible). Poke them in the eyes. Bite. Bite hard .... "

 

Em: "I don't want to bite."

Me: "Yes, you have to bite. Bite hard." 

Em: "No, I don't want to bite."  

 

To which Anna advised (perceptively reading the look on her elder sister's face) ...

"Emmy, you bite them and then wash your mouth out later!"







Practical. 

Effective. 

Brilliance.

 

So remember ...

"Not everyone loves God."

(bite first, wash later ;)

 

Wisdom by Boochie. 



Stagnation

You don't have to know me well at all to know that I enjoy & follow the ministry of Beth Moore.
She almost always makes me laugh. She sometimes makes me cry.
She encourages believers to read & study The Word because she knows The Word is life to God's children. She's right.

But today, she provoked me to thought. I believe that's the mark of an effective minister or ministry.
In fact, I think it's the job of those in ministry, nay, their responsibility, to do just that and do it often.

If I'm not thinking, I'm not learning. If I'm not learning, I become stagnant.

Stagnant: adj., not flowing; stale; not advancing or developing.  Ewwww ... no bueno.

The provocation? Her question:

"What do you look like when you love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength?"

I read it again. Only this time it was personal:

"Kimberly, what do you look like when you love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength?"

If I'd been standing in front of mirror at that moment, I fear I would have been unrecognizable.

The truth is I hadn't thought about anything faintly resembling that in quite a while. <insert stagnation here>  The elements contributing to the stagnation process?

Pain.

Tears.

Fear.

Confusion.

Panic.

Anger but not too much. Just enough to bring on ...

Hopelessness.

Isolation.

Distraction.

What prompted the process? That's unimportant.

What is important is recognizing the process exists, regardless of it's stage. Acknowledging it.

I believe that complacency is cancer in the life of the Believer. There's no place for it. Never. EVER.

God doesn't un-call those He has called.  He doesn't un-anoint those He has anointed. He doesn't change. I like love that about Him.

I've taken a good long look and I don't see the same woman in the midst of ministry, full of joy & so in love with her Savior. The woman so appreciative of her salvation, never doubting He loved her and always confident that, in His time, He would meet her every need.

I miss her. I don't think I realized that until just now. She needs to get back to doing her Father's business.  If she has to do it tired and hurting than so be it.

Who would have thought an impromptu blog post by someone several states and a timezone away would have prompted so much thought? I bet Jesus did.  He's awesome like that. ;)

Forever Thankful

Thirteen years ago today, my (then) 20 year old son, Joshua Isaiah, had an accident while on his way to work that included being catapulted into an oncoming train. The impact caused both airbags to deploy and he was ejected from the vehicle backward through the driver's side window (with such force that his shoes were left in the floorboard) and thrown 40 feet onto the highway. Miraculously, he was not hit by traffic on this normally very busy stretch of road.

He was transported to the hospital via ambulance. The assumption was that after such an incident he would surely have broken bones and internal injuries. After a thorough exam by the emergency room physicians and head-to-toe x-rays, his only injuries were a broken tooth, lacerations on his neck (that stitches fixed beautifully), multiple scrapes and scratches on his face and arms and a pretty bad case of road rash on his torso. He was kept overnight for observation and released the next morning.

 

 

 

 

 

March 9th will always be a day that finds me with a thankful heart. I know the outcome could've been very different. Considering the nature of the accident, it probably should've been different but it wasn't.  Thankful doesn't cover it. It's not adequate but for lack of a better word, I'll use it.

 

If I live to be a 150 years old, I'll never be able to thank God enough for the gift He gave me the morning of March 9, 2000. I'm at a loss. There are no words.

 

Thank you Lord.