“But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be.”
-1 Corinthians 12:18
On Friday night, my husband had an insurance co-worker and friend call to warn him of a severe thunderstorm heading toward our neighborhood in Sumter. We didn’t want to think about a storm though because we were enjoying our Memorial Day weekend out of town. We had plans to get together with Greg’s men’s group the next day and we were focused on getting hamburger patties made and putting gas in the boat for our fun day at the lake. And fun it was! We even had boiled peanuts! I mean really, how much better could it be than that! The previous night’s storm wasn’t going to dampen our day!
On Sunday after our lake day we headed back to Sumter to drop the dogs off at home before church. You guessed it; the sight wasn’t pretty. Twenty-seven years ago I planted a Bradford pear tree in honor of my son’s birth. Half of that special tree now lay sprawled across our driveway. Green leaves were everywhere like a crop duster had opened up and dropped them with the intention of blanketing the house and yard. The patio table lay on its side not too far from the sad looking dismembered tomato plants I had babied. To top it off, our neighbor humorously shouted out from his window, “Merry Christmas, Greg!” as we stood in the yard in disbelief. Gee, thanks! Well, I guess we will be taking our friend’s “heads up” a little more seriously next time!
Today is Memorial Day and I am reminded that I owe so much to so many. On this day, we remember those who have given all they had so that we can live in freedom and safety. It is only right that we pay our respects to those who have given the ultimate sacrifice; those men and women who laid down their lives for their country…for you and me. They are heroes, and we are so very grateful.
But today I am also reminded that there are others who have also sacrificed so much for all of us. They are still with us. They walk among us with wounds that no one sees.
I am reminded of Leigh Giglio.
Another school year is coming to an end. Thank goodness. It’s time for summer and all that goes with it – laid back schedules, sleeping in a little later, boiled peanuts, no homework or tests.
If there were ever a Momma who lived for summer, it would be me. I cannot adequately explain to you the absolute joy I feel on the last day of school. I feel liberated, probably more so than my children. I have looked forward to every single end of the school year…except this one…and two early ones.
This year, I have a son who will graduate from high school and head off to college in the fall. A chapter in his life will close.
Ashleigh is a young local mom whose story is about finding out what it truly means to walk with God day-by-day and hour-by-hour. The story of her struggles and her reliance on the only one who could have possibly gotten her to the other side will give you hope in finding your own purpose in life.
In October of 2006, my husband, Jimmy, and I found out we were pregnant through a home pregnancy test. When we went for our first doctor’s appointment we found out my HCG level that measures how pregnant I was read very low. I was sent home with orders to come back in a week to do a repeat test. The test showed we had had a miscarriage, which the doctor termed a bio-chemical pregnancy. Of course, we were devastated. All the joy and excitement was gone. But we could try again.
Most all of us at one time or another have been in a position to have influence over a child whether in a positive way or a negative way. That’s a precious gift God gives us – to affect a child’s life. Recently, I had the extreme pleasure to share a week in El Riito, Honduras with a group of exceptionally special people. The group consisted of members from Sebring Baptist Church in Sebring, Florida; Central Baptist in North Little Rock, Arkansas; and Alice Drive Baptist in Sumter, SC. We were 34 people strong with plans to meet up with some others upon arrival to Honduras for the purpose of a medical mission trip.
If you have ever been blessed enough to have experienced an international mission trip you know the group may have prepared and planned for months, if not years, but only our Heavenly Father holds the reins. “Subject to change” is always the theme for the week and this week was no exception.
Our dentist, Dr. Gee Rabon, had made huge sacrifices over the last couple of years to serve the people of Honduras. One of the sacrifices was the purchase of a compact piece of equipment to do fillings with while there. The whole team was so excited about this technology that the people of El Riito would benefit from. Never before had they had the opportunity to have teeth filled, their only option - to be pulled if they were decayed. How great it was going to be not to have that as the only option. It turns out that the equipment was spotted by a group of locals at the airport who were not interested in our mission of helping the Honduran people. They decided the equipment was to be used in a different way. So the suitcase with Dr. Rabon’s equipment and his wife’s bag were both cut off the back of a truck while stopped at a traffic light. Did Satan get a foothold? No chance! Yes, Gee and Lori’s week had not started off as they or the team would’ve liked but it did not put a roadblock up just a brief detour.
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