Oh, Horses!

Sweetgirl recently got a new game for her handed-down Nintendo DS.  And, even though this was one of those rated “E” (for everyone) games, I was having a dickens of a time trying to figure out how best to help her navigate around in it.

Does anyone else feel like you need a PHD in All Things Technological to use these games?  

Anyhoo, I started to lose my marbles around the 8 minute mark. I was trying to figure out how best to teach this silly adorable game to Sweetgirl.

In a fit of frustration, I texted my Tech Support.  Here’s how that went:


Not only did the stinkin’ auto correct feature on my not-so-smart phone NOT correct “dor” with the obviously correct “for”, but, Sweetman also thought it would be funny to insert horses into the equation.

I know exactly what he was thinking.  Fifteen years together will do that.  He thought it would make me giggle and thus diffuse the frustration of the situation.

And y’all… it did!

No matter how this man can aggravate the tar out of me, he is definitely a God-given gift. And, for sure, my better half.

He gets me.  And he’s so good at keeping me together.

Even if it does involve the use of a well-placed horse.

Yes indeedy!

Sometimes, I just have to stop and thank God for the people He’s chosen for me to do life with.  Who could you thank God for today?

Fanning the Flames of Thankfulness

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““Perhaps it takes a purer faith to praise God for unrealized blessings than for those we once enjoyed or those we enjoy now.””  –
A.W. Tozer

I was first diagnosed with Depression toward the end of 2005.  It was a devastating diagnosis to me.  Not because I was ashamed to be touched by the word “depression”, but because I was shocked to find out that these were words that could possibly ever describe me! Natural born sunny disposition aside, I usually choose to look at things through rose-colored glasses, find the silver lining in every possible situation, and see the best in people.

However, I also consider myself practical, and more of a realist than a dreamer.

So, back in the fall of 2005, when Sweetman and I first received Sweetboy’s Autism diagnosis, I wasn’t completely taken by surprise.

But, you can bet your bippy that I was surprised to hear The Counselor utter the word “Depression”. To describe me! And this, just months after receiving Sweetboy’s diagnosis.

God and I? We were tight at the time.  I wasn’t asking Him “Why?”.  I was begging him to show me how to parent this child He’d decided Sweetman and I could handle.  Because, clearly, I didn’t feel like I could handle this kind of parenting.

As evidenced by my, you know, sitting in the chair facing The Counselor.

Thanks to the encouragement and Godly wisdom that this Christian Counselor poured into me that year, I learned some important things.  Things that carried me through then, and continue to carry me through, even now.

1) “I can do all things through Christ Jesus, who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:13) Oh, indeed I can.  Maybe not immediately; but, if I am faithful to pray and commit my way, my plans, my hopes to Him, I most certainly can. I am blessed to be called Mama, and some days, I just needed to start the day by crying out in thankfulness for that one thing.  Anything else that I am to take on for the day, I needed (and still need) to remember will be accomplished through Christ. Amen?

2) Take note of the kindling.  Oh, how I must take note of any kindling that’s going on. Kindling is a metaphorical term used to describe those little tiny embers of suffering that can can be fanned into a full-on Five Alarm Fire, if not tended to. In Psychology, it is often used to describe one who is going through nothing big and everything small.  That seemingly endless pile of Everything Small grows until, finally, your body decides it’s had enough and begins to show symptoms of deep stress.

I feel some kindling going on, lately, my friends.  And it could become an arsonists dream, if I don’t get on my knees about it. I need to focus on God. Here. Right here, in the midst of all of this potential kindling.

The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”

(Deuteronomy 31:8)

I can fan the flames of thankfulness by remembering that God is not a Firestarter, but The Fire Quencher. 

“For I will pour out water to quench your thirst
and to irrigate your parched fields.”

(Isaiah 44:3)

I’m resting in the Hope that I have.  Hope that springs to life at the thought of unrealized blessings.  I choose not to fan the flames of death by a thousand cuts, but to fan the flames of a thankful heart, catching fire at the thought of all that there can be or even could be, to be thankful for.

“What am I doing in the meantime, Lord?
Hoping, that’s what I’m doing—hoping”

(Psalm 39:7)

Best Lines of the Week

My mom put a flower on my face.


It’s November 1st. (Well, it was yesterday, anyway.)  And I’m going to start (or end) each post this month with something I’m thankful for.  Because we can all use a little more thankfulness in our lives, right?


And, oh boy, am I ready to get this thankful show on the road. It’s been one heck of an eventful week around here.  And in all of the wrong ways.  We lost power. We regained power a day and a half later.  We got the pukes.  We’d like to boot the pukes. Sigh… you can’t win em’ all.


I’d like to end on a positive note.


To that end,  some of my favorite “lines” of the week, first..  And for them, I am so thankful.  Each one provided a much-needed dose of laughter.


Sweetgirl: “Daddy, I’m tired. When’s Christmas?”  (After hitting up only the 10th house for her Halloween loot, the poor thang was ‘zausted.  And ready to move on to the next holiday please.)

Sweetboy:  “Mama, the power’s back on! You can shower now!”  (We survived Hurricane Sandy. I quite enjoyed that little reprieve from the daily shower, thank-you-very-much.)

Sweetman: “This song brought to you by B & M Baked Beans!” (Regarding Carrie Underwood’s performance of “Blown Away” during the CMA’s last night. You see, she had some fancy special effects blowing practically up the back of her dress.  And it looked…odd.)


I am oh-so-thankful for:


  • Music.  It can heal a hurt, soothe a raging beast, get ya’ in the mood, lower the ol’ blood pressure, convict the tar out of a heart, make you feel a little less alone, take you out of your situation 0r help you remember why you’re in it.  I’m so thankful for it.
  • Running water.  It’s such a monumental thing to stop in the middle of the 5th puke bucket wash-out and realize that somewhere, some mama doesn’t have it.  She has nothing to wipe the sweat from her child’s brow with.  Nothing to wash away the sick.
  • Hope.  It wells up inside of me lately at the oddest moments.  But I am grateful.  Moments that I can’t even imagine holding out hope for. and yet, it’s there.  Flickering. Unwilling to let anyone or anything smite it out.  Yes, Lord. Thank you Lord.
  • Devil Dogs.  I heart you.  You make my days bearable.  (Is it wrong to anthropomorphize food?)
  • Power.  Take that to mean whatever form you’d like.  I mean it all.  All.


Oh, yes indeedy.