Family Reunions

Do you remember growing up when you couldn’t wait to go to your Granny or Nannie’s so you could play with your cousins?

Do you remember begging your mama “please can cousin so and so come home with us?”

Can you remember football games in the front yard between cousins and neighbors?

Can you remember your dad having softball games with his cousins, brothers and neighbors?

Do you remember family reunions where more than a handful showed up?

Family reunions with pickin and singing took place?

I do.

I remember and my heartbreaks because technology and politics has robbed so many people of what truly matters.


Punishment inflicted or retribution exacted for an injury or wrong.

Have you ever wanted to inflict hurt on someone because of the pain and hurt they had caused you?

Have you ever wanted someone to feel the same hurt or humiliation you felt?

I have.

I have never known how to deal with rejection, being used or spiteful attacks. It has always been one of my greatest weaknesses.

God’s word tells us:

19 Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.  Romans 12

Why should we leave vengeance in God’s hand?

  1. Because His love is unconditional.  He doesn’t just love you, He also loves the one who has offended you.
  2. He will not just do what is best for you, but he will do what will bring healing and restoration to all.
  3. He is not just a God of today. He is the God of yesterday, today and tomorrow–He and He alone knows what is best for everyone involved.

Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

    and lean not on your own understanding;

in all your ways submit to him,

    and he will make your paths straight.

Never trust in your own knowledge, always trust in the Lord.

God Never Fails

I witnessed another miraculous intervention from God today.

You notice I said “another.”

I have been blessed to have seen His Hand move mightly in many situations. 

Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:6,7.

So many times doubt and fear causes us to wonder, “Will God help me?” Not because we don’t think God is able, but because we don’t feel worthy of his help. 

We doubt HIS faithfulness, because of our own failures.

God’s faithfulness is not based on your failures.

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16

Does this mean we can do whatever we want as long as we believe in Jesus? NO!

“Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who has no need to be ashamed, rightly handling the word of truth.” 2 Timothy 2:15 

“Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap.” Galatians 6:7

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:9

Remember the woman caught in adultery? 

Remember the woman at the well who had five husbands and was living with a man who was not her husband?

Remember the thief hanging on the cross beside Jesus?

Now, think.

How much does God love you?

My Brother

My brother was talented, handsome, charming, funny, and easy to love. 

I was the oldest, he was the younger sibling. 

He went into the Air Force after he graduated from high school. When he came out of the Air Force, he was never the same.

Drugs had become a part of his life. 

Drugs or rather the desire for drugs controlled him. He did things we never ever thought he would do. He had become a different person. 

He would leave and stay gone for months and never contact my parents or me. It was pure tormental hell for us never knowing if he was dead or alive. 

Pray. We did. 

Cry. We did.

Anger. We felt it.

Families go through so much. 

Pray for one another!

Galatians 6:2  

Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.

Spring Dress

“Never did I think this would be my wardrobe of choice,”  Miranda said as she slipped the clergy robe over her cotton spring dress. She knew the clergy robe would get hot, so she wanted to make sure she did everything she could to remain cool. Heat affected her speech and she didn’t want any problems.

“Wow! Look at you! You look so official,” her dad said. 

“Do I?” Miranda questioned. “I don’t feel official. I just feel like a regular old me.”

Miranda’s family had been faithful members of the United Methodist Church in Shelby for generations. Her family had built and established the local church. Her grandparents, great and great, great grandparents were all members there. Just a stroll through the Shelby United Methodist Church cemetery revealed Miranda’s heritage.

Miranda Cook had not gone straight from high school to seminary school. She had chosen a much more twisted and troubled road. Rebellious and determined to make her own way she had blazed a road of contention and glory for herself. It wasn’t all doom and destruction. “There had been good times, great successes, but there had been an emptiness and longing that she could not be fill no matter how hard she tried.

“I’m just thankful y’all didn’t raise me Baptist!” she said to her dad with a smile on her face.

“Shut your mouth! Her dad said, “You know your Momma was a Baptist till she married me. She will wring your neck!”  Both laughed and they hugged each other.

Miranda’s son Jacob came into the room. “Oh, Momma you look so pretty!”

“Thank you, Jacob.”

“What is your first sermon going to be?” Jacob asks.

“God Full of Mercy and Grace.” Miranda replied.


Have you ever felt like you must have been or are the worst parent in all time?

All of us have. The truth is, all of us have been bad parents at times, but at the same time we have given everything we have for our children.

I think back to my grandparents, I do not remember them ever once stressing over whether or not they were able to give me, my brother or all my cousins name brand gifts.

Never once did they try to attend every program, game or event we were in. The truth is we loved them without any of the fanfare.

We adored them for who they were, not for the financial things they gave us.My memories of my grandparents have no gifts, only love and heritage.

Family love and support were more important than anything else. Oh, how I long for those days again.