The Sky is Falling!

If there’s one thing satan loves, it’s to make Christians ineffective.

He’ll use all sorts of ways to beat us down to the point we can’t function – distractions, busyness, etc. But one of his greatest weapons is fear. And specifically, he’s using fear of the outcome of this election to drive a whole bunch of us Christians to a place where we are simply useless to the kingdom. I feel like so many of us are going through our day resembling Henny Penny:


Now let me just be real here: I’ve had to reassess my focus during this election season. I have found myself at times letting fear of the future overtake the reality of the present. But thanks to some wise words from other writers and a lot of prayer I can honestly say I’m OK with whoever wins. That person may not be my choice, but after reading and rereading Romans 13:1 I know the next President is God’s choice.

As we Christians face the days ahead, we need to hold on to the truths found in God’s Word. When you find yourself fearful of November 9th, read these words found in Scripture:

“Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God.” (Romans 13:1)

“Submit yourselves for the Lord’s sake to every authority instituted among men: whether to the king, as the supreme authority, or to governors, who are sent by him to punish those who do wrong and to commend those who do right. For it is God’s will that by doing good you should silence the ignorant talk of foolish men.” (1 Peter 2:13-15)

“What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?” (Romans 8:31-32)

“No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.” (Romans 8:37)

“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)

“The Lord is no my side; I will not fear. What can man do to me?” (Psalm 118:6)

Memorize one of these verses, or pick your own because repeating scripture in times of fear is one of the best weapons we have against the enemy.

And for heaven’s sake, let’s stop being so dang scared of who is going to win and what is going to happen after they do. Let’s be about the business of sharing the gospel and giving people around us hope instead of joining in their despair. Get up! Be excited about the day! Look to the future with great expectation! For our hope, our salvation, our joy will never come from what a President can give us. The truth is that whatever an earthly king may give us will always be fleeting, but what our heavenly king gives us is eternal.

And that, fellow Christians – eternity – should be our focus on November the 8th, November the 9th, and all the days that follow. I’m not saying the election isn’t important – it is. I follow politics fairly closely and am aware of all the implications that come with the winning side (Supreme Court nominations, 2nd Amendment rights, etc.) But shouldn’t we be more concerned with who we will bring to know Christ and share eternity with us than who lives in the White House for a few years?

Focusing on eternity brings an earthly peace that cannot be bought, earned or explained. But I’m here to tell you that peace is real – it’s powerful – and it’s available.


P.S. For some outstanding words of wisdom on the election, read The Reflection of a King and Max Lucado: My Prediction for November 9 Election.


Are you ready?

If you are a football fan like me (and if you’re not I really cannot understand why not, except maybe you were raised by monkeys on a deserted tropical island), you know that many cheers start off with:


And then the cheerleaders initiate various chants and cheers, working the crowd into a frenzy. (Depends on how well your team is doing that year, so some years fans aren’t quite as enthusiastic, I know). I’m always ready when the head cheerleader yells that out to the crowd – always.

But sometimes I’m not ready.

Take for example the first weekend in June. I flew to New York City with my 21 year old daughter because she was getting ready to start a 7 week internship there this summer. Neither of us had ever been to New York, so if you think this momma was going to put her baby on a plane by herself and hope she just figured out the city that never sleeps all alone you are sadly mistaken. I had to check things out for myself before I left her alone in one the largest cities in the world.


Fortunately one of my BFFs used to live and work in NYC and was able to meet us there and give us the ultimate tour. We went to fantastic restaurants. We saw the Lion King on Broadway and spent time in Central Park. We shopped, walked and ate our way through the city in 4 short days. I’m still 3 pounds heavier because of everything I ate there. But it was so worth it…

All was well until Monday morning, the day I was to leave my daughter alone in New York and fly home. I woke up before her and tried to have my quiet time, but tears kept dripping on my iPad and the sobs I attempted to choke down eventually woke up my sleeping child. I wasn’t ready.

Slowly but surely I got myself together. We got up, went and ate breakfast together and then it was time to say goodbye. I had played this moment out in my head a million times. I had been praying about it and asked friends to pray for me. I didn’t want the last picture of me in her head to be one of bloodshot eyes with black mascara running down my face and uncontrollable babbling of how much I loved her and have fun but be careful and don’t do ANYTHING with anyone you don’t know and always know where your purse is and…

And I still wasn’t ready.

But then it happened. The peace which transcends all understanding invaded my spirit and set me free. As the cab driver put my suitcase in the cab, I gave her a hug (I think it was pretty low key – I didn’t grab onto her clothing or beg her to come with me or anything) and got into my cab. As I drove away I looked out the back window and caught a glimpse of my strong, independent child with her beautiful blonde hair slightly blowing in a breeze hailing a cab to head over to what would be her home for the next 7 weeks, looking every bit the confident young woman she had become.

I thanked Jesus for the wonderful weekend we spent together and prayed for her, all the while trusting that He loves her more than me, that He would watch over her while I could not. As I made our way to the airport I truly felt Philippians 4:7 – “And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”

Prayer works. My prayers and the prayers of my friends lifted me out of the pit of worry and anxiety to a place of peace and trust. I want to encourage you to pray about that area of anxiety in your life today. The peace may not be instantaneous, but it will come. And then, like me, you will say,

I am ready.


3 Hour Summers

This morning I made my way up to my son’s high school to get a bunch of young, healthy, energetic (well, maybe not so energetic) high school kids to volunteer to work at a golf tournament this summer. Our area hosts a PGA TOUR event each year, and we need young bodies who can withstand the elements (it happens in July, in Alabama, for heaven’s sake) out on the course to work during that weekend. (We do feed them and give them service hours to help them graduate, so it’s a total win-win. Or at least that’s how I present it.)

Anyway, while I was in the gym a group of younger kids started filtering in, kids ranging in age from 7 to about 12 years old, ready for day 2 of the youth basketball clinic hosted by my son’s school. Sweet, young faces looking up to the older kids as “cool,” a look that I so remember on my daughter’s face when she went to youth cheer camp and on my son’s face when he attended the very same basketball camp many years ago.

And as I drove away, my thoughts turned to summers past, summers filled with Vacation Bible School, art camps, basketball camps, cheerleading camps, and 9-hole golf tournaments. Summers filled with playing on swingsets and building forts. Days spent at the neighborhood pool trying desperately to deplete my children of every last drop of energy, and other days sliding down the Slip N Slide in the front yard (until it got so muddy that the turf was completely destroyed underneath and I got in big trouble). I took trips with my husband and kids to places like Orlando, Jacksonville and Chattanooga because he traveled for work, and I would find aquariums, hands-on museums or yes, even an alligator farm for the 3 of us to explore during the day.

Slip N Slide

But now, those summers have been replaced by more grown-up pursuits. Instead of dropping my daughter off at art camp, I listen to her stories from New York, where she is interning for the summer and has opportunities to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art or the Museum of Modern Art. Watching a 12 year old boy fuss and cry when he missed a four-foot putt has been replaced with cheering on a young man who is in control of his emotions during a 4-day tournament, good play or bad.

I told my husband last night I wanted to be a mom again – a young mom. When I was a young mom and dropped my kids off at camps I would think, “Thank you Jesus. Three solid hours of ‘me time.’” (And by “me time” I was referring to barreling through Kroger on 2 wheels to get only what was on the list and not the 7 items we didn’t need but I would buy just to make everyone quiet while I tried to shop, or three hours to throw in laundry and fold towels without hearing “Mom I’m bored. What can I do?” Then offering an untold number of options to which I would hear back, “Nope. Don’t want to do that. Did that yesterday. What else can I do?”)

 Three. Solid. Hours. All to myself.

What I would give for one more “3 hour summer.”

As the mom of a senior in college AND a senior in high school I’m trying my best to hold it together and mentally prepare for May when we will celebrate not 1 but 2 graduations. Both of my children will be starting new chapters in their lives. As rewarding as it is to see all that they have accomplished, it’s tough to think about what’s next – for me, not for them. I’m not gonna lie.

And that’s when I have to hold on to a verse that is so well-known, and so precious to remember: “’For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord. ‘Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you a hope and a future.’” (Jeremiah 29:11)

My young-momma days are long gone. And while I cannot go back to them, they are a blessing and a comfort when my children are far away. I try not to dwell on them too long, because the string that will unravel my heart is already starting to be pulled and like I said, I’m trying to keep it together for not one, but 2 senior years coming my way.

I’m thankful for my faith, for Jesus who is my best friend and for my husband who listens to my craziness. I’m thankful for all the past accomplishments and future opportunities. I’m thankful for the 3 hour summers, as faded as they may seem now.

And I’m thankful God has a plan for this ‘ol momma.


The Call Every Parent Dreads

Wednesday, May 11th, 9:58 p.m. I am of course in my pajamas, in the bed. My husband and I needed a sound night of sleep because Thursday – May 12th is yet another moving day in the world of our college daughter. We are headed to Oxford, MS to both move her into the place she’ll be living in the fall and also move her out of the sorority house all in one trip.

(Sidebar: For all you parents of high school seniors, I hope you have been on a strict workout regiment for the last year. You’re gonna need to be in some kind of shape for the endless tote & fetch trips over the next 4 years as your college kid moves from a dorm to an apartment to a dorm to a house to an apartment to your house, to, to, to…)

I’m almost asleep. My phone rings. It says my daughter’s name on the screen. I answer and all I can hear are sobs and words I can’t understand coming through the phone.

I am immediately wide awake.

“Mom, I’m OK” I finally hear. Thank you, Jesus. I don’t know what’s coming next, don’t know what happened, but to hear the words “I’m OK” make whatever I’m about to hear bearable.

My daughter and a friend had gone to get Zaxby’s to give some fuel to finish studying for exams. On the way back to drop her off at the sorority house the friend she was with had a seizure while driving and hit a telephone pole. The SUV then slid down a small embankment and ended up on its side. My daughter was able to get both seatbelts off and climb out of the moon roof, where thankfully an ER doctor was already on the scene because he lived nearby and heard the crash.


I can hear the chaos on the other end of the phone. Somehow I manage to settle her down a bit as she heads to the hospital in the ambulance to get checked out.

She is OK. He is OK. The SUV – notsomuch, but who really cares about that?

Last night all I could do was thank Jesus for His protection over them. This morning I thought about all the parents who get the call they dread, only it’s not from the child. It’s from the police, or the sheriff and they start the call with, “Mrs. Thompson, we are so sorry…”

I was just telling my husband yesterday that we need to thank God every single day for the days that are normal, the days that are – well, boring. Storms are coming. We have no guarantee of a trouble free life. Actually, Jesus tells us just the opposite:

“In this world you will have trouble.” (John 16:33)

You got that right.

But we need to read the whole verse: “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)

I have friends who have received the call you dread. A devastating diagnosis. The death of a loved one in an accident. A home destroyed by a tornado.

And these friends would tell you the only way to go through the storms of life and come out whole on the other side is by clinging to the only One who can provide true peace and ultimate healing – Jesus.

The call you dread is coming. What will serve as your anchor, your place of peace and of healing?

“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.”
(Matthew 7:24-27)


Weekend Warrior Woopsie

Back in January I came up with a list of to-do’s that needed to get-done around the house. Now these aren’t Honey-Do’s (that’s a totally separate list) but things I saw as needing some attention. (Translation: Things my husband doesn’t notice, doesn’t care about, and wonders why I go to the trouble.)


My to-do list inside my color-coded, time-divided 2016 planner

And so Saturday, I had both the time and the energy (a rare combination these days) to knock  a chunk off of the list. I started by taking down the window treatments I made back in March for my den (they were pretty but too big and made my den look too dark, so there’s a waste of 2 days back in March…). I put that power drill in reverse, took those 8 screws right out of the wall, then I puttied and sanded down the holes left behind. All I need to do was paint over the old holes, which I did because I had already checked to see I had some leftover Old Prairie paint (sounds like a hideous color, but it’s actually light and bright) which I knew was the color we had painted the den.

One problem: the den was painted about 8 years ago. The paint I used was from a more recent job, therefore – you guessed it – the paints are a hair off in color so now I have 8 blobs above my windows of paint that should match but doesn’t.

Dang it.

Not to be discouraged, I left that little project thinking I’ll just cover it up with some new window treatments for the den – some day – and moved right along to repainting my powder room (it’s the only room in the house that still has nickel finished features in my oil bronzed world and a light blue paint job instead of Old Prairie). I started by attempting to remove the towel bar in nickel finish, which I could have sworn would just “pop” right off the wall if I just gave it a little shove from the bottom.

It popped off all right – along with a large hunk of sheetrock. A very large hunk of sheetrock.

Dang it – again.

So much for my 2 “easy” weekend warrior projects.

Often times we start out with great ideas and grand schemes, only to be waylaid by – life. Mismatched plans, ripped up relationships can cause us to do one of 2 things. We can either get mad, get frustrated, get annoyed with the way things are going in our lives or we can suck it up, go on with plan B, learn from the fall out and yes – even laugh a little at ourselves.

“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.” (Romans 5:3-5)

 Now I could have given up on my weekend warrior projects – but I didn’t. And no matter what you are going through it’s important for you not to give up either. Sure, there’s much bigger challenges that knock us down besides paint that that doesn’t match or an unforeseen hole in the wall, but what we learn in the midst of hardship is often times invaluable.

Saturday I learned how to properly take down a towel bar. But in the grand scheme of life when I’ve faced much bigger challenges and problems I’ve learned that Jesus is my best friend, that I am never alone and that “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:13) I’ve learned that through prayer I can get up when I’ve been knocked down and live to fight another day.

So don’t give up, no matter how many mess-ups and unforeseen challenges come your way. You will learn some lessons that you couldn’t learn any other way, and the hope you receive will keep you moving forward to the next day, the next challenge.

Keep at it. Don’t give up or give in.

Now where’s that power drill???


Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

I started a relationship 26 years ago. I was a new bride, and I formed a relationship that I thought would last forever. I spent hours and hours cultivating a relationship that was fun, where I felt accepted and could just be myself.

But today I find myself having to make a hard decision. The other party in this relationship has changed – or maybe true colors are finally being displayed. The place where I once felt acceptance and safety now spews forth words I cannot listen to and makes decision that I cannot stand by and support.

I thought we would be together forever.

But today, it is with a heavy heart that I break up with you, Target.

Broken heart

We have many great memories together. All the super size Downy Unstoppables I bought just to get that $5 gift card in return. The work out clothes that are almost as good as Nike but a whole lot cheaper. Going to you for dog food, salsa, batteries and an 8 pack of Hanes boxer shorts – all in one shopping trip. Reliving all our memories together can truly bring a tear to a glass eye.

But there comes a time in some relationships where one party realizes the intrinsic values of the other are not in sync anymore. I thought we understood each other – I thought you wanted me to come to your store, shop and occasionally use the restroom with peace of mind.

Apparently I was wrong.

In your company’s recent statement you said, “Everyone deserves to feel like they belong.”

Well, guess what? I don’t feel that way anymore. I am a Bible-believing Christian, and as these social issues carpet bomb the country I go back to a verse that clears it all up for me. “For God is not a God of disorder, but of peace.” (1 Corinthians 14:33) Letting a male who claims he feels like a female today into my restroom creates disorder and chaos. Allowing women go into a men’s restroom with little boys in there does the same.

It is you, Target who is now discriminating against women and children who want to feel secure when they are in your store – whether they are Christians or not. So now I don’t feel like I belong in your store anymore – does that matter to you?

God does not create or condone chaos. But I know who does. “The thief comes to steal, kill and destroy.” (John 10:10) And right now we are letting satan have a field day in our nation. I know I’m only one person, but I will make my stand.

So good-bye, Target. Thanks for all the memories. But from now on, I will choose to spend my time and my money fostering relationships that don’t condone the ammo of the evil one.

Now if Hobby Lobby would just start carrying dog food…



Go Build a Deck

My parents are about to complete a 10-year dream. Actually, in all honesty my dad has had this dream for the last 10 years. He’s always wanted to add a screened-in deck to the back of their house, complete with a rather large flat screen TV from which he can watch countless hours of PGA golf and Auburn football.


The deck has been 10 years in the making. Ten years of planning, thinking, doing other things, thinking about it again, getting serious about it, backing off from it. Ten years of wishing they had one, glad they hadn’t spent the money on it. Ten years of not now, maybe later.

So for whatever reason (actually I know the reason – my mother finally said OK. He wore her down after 10 years of persistent hint dropping) the deck is finally being built. A little late for this year’s Masters, but in plenty of time to enjoy spring and summer evenings without having to fight off the annoying official Alabama state bird – the mosquito – and then on to what will hopefully be a more enjoyable fall of football.

And that got me thinking – in 10 years what will I wish I had done today? What do you wish you had done more of 10 years ago? Read more books to your grandchildren? Served a little more at church? Had a weekly date night with your spouse?

It could be something not so thought provoking – heaven knows I wish I had been working out regularly for the last 10 years. And when I say “working out,” let’s be clear. I actually detest working out because my body tends to revolt in a series of swellings, aches in pains – mostly in areas I didn’t even know could hurt – when I get a consistent routine in place. (And when I say consistent, that really adds up to about two solid weeks of mediocre effort, like walking my dog.) I wish I had been working out for the last 10 years so that my clothes would fit better and certain areas wouldn’t jiggle like jell-o, but I have consciously made the repeated decision to do something else with my time (like eating M&M’s while binge watching some dumb show on Netflix).

I’ve come to realize that little choices I make every day lead to a week of choices, then a month, and on to a year… and then all of a sudden I’ve made 10 years of choices that hopefully add up to a purposeful life as the decades add up.

Proverbs 13:4 says, “The sluggard craves and gets nothing, but the desires of the diligent are fully satisfied.” I personally like the Message version: “Indolence wants it all and gets nothing; the energetic have something to show for their lives.” I’m not always energetic, but I try. And I definitely want to have something to show for my life when Jesus and I play my highlight reel together.

So what should you be doing now – today – to keep you from saying what my daddy did about his deck: “I wish I had built this 10 years ago!” Make that first decision today that will build a decade full of intentional choices and purposeful living.