This blog site is not your normal Christian blog.
I’m going to write about things we never talk about in our Sunday school classes or women’s Bible study groups. I will discuss your “little secrets,” imperfections, scars and pain. The things you and I may be ashamed for anyone to know about. Things I can assure you; you weren’t the only one to endure.
I pray you will be encouraged by reading my blog and I hope you will visit often.
Elaine
Rejection
Sometimes life’s disappointing cuts have caused me unbearable pain. I have cried out in agony, begging for relief. But the hurt lingers on sometimes for days, months, even years. We have all felt the pain of betrayal, rejection or disappointment. The hurt is real, the pain intense. We wonder, why? How? But even if we…
Family Home
Late evening thoughts: Taking apart your parents home is extremely painful. You travel back through their lives and the life you lived with them. Your heart is cracked wide open exposing every emotional feeling you have ever felt towards your immediate family. So thankful the Word of God comforts us through this time. His love,…
Missed Grandchildren
One of the most challenging aspects of being estranged from a child is not being able to see or talk to your grandchildren. The grandchildren you nurtured, cared for, and spent focused time with for years. Now, you are no longer allowed to attend their school activities. You are blocked on their phones. I imagine…
Like most southern mothers from the depression era, my mother believed you should always have more than enough food in the house. She kept her kitchen fully stocked with vegetables that she had canned from her garden. Her freezer was packed to overflow with frozen beef, pork, and chicken raised on the family farm.She made homemade, hand-rolled biscuits every day. My favorite meal she cooked was cubed steak with gravy, mashed potatoes, and English peas. I also loved Momma’s fried okra. She would slice it thin, batter it lightly in flour and cornmeal, then fry it in hot oil until it was crunchy and crisp.My husband’s favorite was her fried chicken and cream gravy. Bless his heart, I don’t fry chicken. His second favorite was her chicken dressing. Fortunately for him, my mom taught me how to cook it exactly like she did.Every New Year’s Day, she made a full-blown traditional meal for our family of black-eyed peas, collards, ham, and all the trimmings. I suppose by now you’ve realized we are extremely southern, but Momma didn’t just cook good southern food; she made great spaghetti, chili, and shepherd’s pie, and there was always more than enough for anyone who needed a meal.When dementia stole Momma’s ability to cook, her kitchen was never filled again with the aroma of fried chicken and gravy. Her dining room chairs were empty. No visitors came anymore. I became her cook and caregiver, and my kitchen became the provider of love and care for her nutritional needs. It was an easy job; I learned from the best how to care for and nurture those you love.I miss you Momma.
Faithful
Late Evening Thoughts:Bobby and I are exceptionally blessed. We always have been. We’ve have experienced extremely hard times over the36 years of our marriage, but God has always amazed us with His provision and mercy.Why? Definitely not because we deserved it, or because of our faith in Him and our obedience to serve Him? No,…
Second Chance
Last summer when we were planning our 40 year class reunion I began “rediscoverering.” I went back through all of my high school yearbooks and the many keepsakes, awards, pictures and treasures my momma had saved of my high school years.One thing in particular that caught my attention was a career goal form I had…
Off Balance
Somehow, with everything that is going on in this world the past few days I have found myself “off balance.” Have you ever felt that way? As if you just weren’t walking straight anymore. You are still getting up everyday and doing what you are supposed to do, but your legs are weak and you…
Not Like Job
“There once was a man named Job who lived in the land of Uz. He was blameless—a man of complete integrity. He feared God and stayed away from evil.” Job 1:1 You might be able to understand someone describing your entire life as “blameless,” but I never could. My life has had sinful failures, but…
Where Would I Be?
Do you ever wonder where would you be if Jesus had not had mercy and entered your life? I am so thankful He delivered me from a life of misery and self destruction. Remember all the miracles Jesus preformed in his short life? God have mercy on us all. Can you imagine just being in…
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