tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14646132388442927812024-03-13T11:12:00.655-07:00The Lone TaterFunny and inspirational stories about being a wife, mother, and woman.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.comBlogger539125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-3961583881972375822016-02-03T19:48:00.002-08:002016-02-03T19:51:58.118-08:00Jesus SavesI haven't posted on this blog in a while. I have been getting some things together and taking a break. But, this post was something I thought warranted my coming out of hibernation. What could be so important to drag me from my warm cocoon of family, home school, cooking, reading, etc? That would be my son. You see, this weekend, he turns 8. On February 7, as aAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-62491459277180531192014-12-19T00:00:00.000-08:002014-12-19T00:00:15.642-08:00A Strange Way
If you are a believer, then you may not question God and His methods. I
am a believer and I do! Yes, I confess: I question God sometimes! (gasp)
There is Biblical evidence of people questioning God. He responds to
them in various ways depending on the motive of the heart of the person
who is doubting. Abraham was made the father of nations. Mary became
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-77216665228510791352014-12-18T07:53:00.000-08:002014-12-18T07:53:22.176-08:00Wood: A Common Christmas Theme!I was hovering somewhere between sleep and waking this morning after a
very late night at work and I was thinking or rather I think that God
was speaking. He gave me a thought about Jesus and His life. There were
several common themes but the one I had never thought about or put
together was wood. Jesus was born in a manger that would have most
likely been made of wood. It was probably not Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-16714799298995471782014-12-17T00:00:00.000-08:002014-12-17T00:00:14.748-08:00VulnerableVulnerability: the capability of being wounded or hurt.
Many of us would not want to be called vulnerable. That would be an
insult to our pride! We want to be strong and capable and protected
from harm from either physical or emotional assault. Why would anyone
want to be vulnerable? Who wants to be harmed? We must allow ourselves
to become vulnerable sometimes Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-20671885122132636762014-12-16T07:35:00.000-08:002014-12-16T07:35:04.530-08:00Mary, Did You Know?
I remember holding my daughter for the first time. She was so tiny and
smushy and boy, did she have a set of pipes on her! That girl could
wail and she did for what seemed like a year but was really only a few
months. But, in the few quiet moments, when she slept, I would smell
her hair and neck. I would caress her cheeks, toes, fingers, and
belly. When Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-87448968207973577232014-12-15T13:41:00.000-08:002014-12-15T13:41:59.298-08:00I Did Not Marry the Man of My DreamsDo you have a type? I did!
I will start out by saying that I had a very confused childhood. There were many different father figures in my life and I was determined to marry someone very different from all of them. I pictured in my head the "dream" guy! He had to be at least 6 feet tall with blond hair and blue eyes. He had to be a successful business man and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-90361293714743370572014-06-17T00:00:00.000-07:002014-06-17T00:00:03.734-07:00Persevere, Encourage, and Connect<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-59329845066670935422014-06-16T08:02:00.000-07:002014-06-16T08:02:06.700-07:00My 6 Fathers-A revisitI know that you are intrigued by my title so let me explain. I have had
6 fathers in one sense or the other. No matter the way they treated
me, they each taught me something. Or I learned something from each of
them.
Let's start with #1. He would be termed my birth father. He
contributed the genes that make up half of me. I don't know much about
him or his family. I do know that he Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-71932759304378447272013-12-17T08:10:00.000-08:002013-12-17T08:10:57.301-08:00VulnerabilityVulnerability: the capability of being wounded or hurt.
Many of us would not want to be called vulnerable. That would be an insult to our pride! We want to be strong and capable and protected from harm from either physical or emotional assault. Why would anyone want to be vulnerable? Who wants to be harmed? We must allow ourselves to become vulnerable sometimes to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-79116969106584338852013-12-16T00:00:00.000-08:002013-12-16T00:00:00.238-08:00A Strange WayIf you are a believer, then you may not question God and His methods. I am a believer and I do! Yes, I confess: I question God sometimes! (gasp) There is Biblical evidence of people questioning God. He responds to them in various ways depending on the motive of the heart of the person who is doubting. Abraham was made the father of nations. Mary became the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-63322159065253186672013-12-13T00:00:00.000-08:002013-12-13T00:00:02.911-08:00JoyJoy to the World, the Lord is come! The theme for this week's advent is
joy. I have so much joy in my life. That is not to say that my life
is easy nor has it ever been. But, the one thing that I have learned in
recent years that joy can be found in any situation. When I was lying
in the hospital waiting to learn my fate, away from my children during
Christmas, I learned to find joy in Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-3399203912701346932013-12-12T00:00:00.000-08:002013-12-12T00:00:03.871-08:00Breath of Heaven
One of my favorite newer Christmas songs is Breath of Heaven. I have
loved it since the 1st moment I heard it. Amy Grant sings the song
originally and I have yet to hear it sung as well by anyone else. She
wrote the song in 1992 with Chris Eaton. The lyrics and music are
haunting to hear.
The song is written from Mary's point of view. As the mother of Jesus,
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-15970123859435789482013-12-11T00:01:00.000-08:002013-12-11T00:01:00.309-08:00Mary, Did You Know?I remember holding my daughter for the first time. She was so tiny and
smushy and boy, did she have a set of pipes on her! That girl could
wail and she did for what seemed like a year but was really only a few
months. But, in the few quiet moments, when she slept, I would smell
her hair and neck. I would caress her cheeks, toes, fingers, and
belly. When her 1st Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-40362262765657676212013-12-10T11:12:00.000-08:002013-12-10T11:12:00.926-08:00Christmas Songs(Updated)Seems like Christmas songs are being played earlier and earlier every
year. This year I heard a radio station playing them the week before
Thanksgiving, NON-STOP! That is too early. But, come the Sunday after,
when we are putting up and decorating the tree, I am ready. Like most
people, I have some songs that I absolutely love and some that I hate.
Here is my list:Songs that I love:1. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-74603947452142619902013-11-26T21:24:00.001-08:002013-11-26T21:24:49.379-08:00Thanksgiving Challenge #3More thankfulness67. Prayer68. My Bible 69. Jesus70. Freedom71. Truth72. Prayers that weren't answered the way I wanted 73. Music74. Words75. Christmas76. Easter 77. The Cross78. Lip gloss79. Mascara80. Funding for my Nicaragua trip81. My mentors82. Being normal despite my childhood83. Candles84. Flowers85. Coffee86. Being an American87. Tears 88. Laughter through tears89. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-6881559927206236722013-11-26T21:05:00.001-08:002013-11-26T21:05:29.756-08:00Thanksgiving Challenge #2This is part 2 of my challenge:35. Being tall36. Baby feet37. The laughter of my children38. My husband's jokes39. Old movies40. Running41. Home schooling42. The beauty of the mountains where I live43. The smell of the ocean44. Red wine(I know)45. Sarcasm46. Christmas trees47. Mismatching Christmas ornaments48. Healing from my child abuse49. Learning not to listen to the negative voices in my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-11317306476780041432013-11-26T20:48:00.001-08:002013-11-26T20:48:35.820-08:00Thanksgiving Challenge #1My minister of music challenged our choir not just to be thankful but to push our thankfulness to the limit. He asked us to come up with 100 things for which we are thankful. I am gonna try to take that challenge in 3 parts so you aren't reading too much at one time. I am writing all of them at the same time but publishing them separately. Here I go:I am thankful for these things:1. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-14439805776100906982013-11-12T09:42:00.001-08:002013-11-12T09:42:11.028-08:00Thanksgiving ThankfulnessFor the past couple of years, we have done some thankfulness posters where the kids cut out their hands and write what they are thankful for on them and put them on poster board. These are huge and I never have anywhere to display them. This year, I went for more simplicity. Here is what you need:1 Mason Jar per childColored construction paperBrown construction paper(I used a brown paper Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-25622308427983996722013-11-11T10:59:00.000-08:002013-11-11T10:59:04.566-08:00A Soldier's Story
Cold and wet. Dark and dirty. This is what I am seeing from the bottom of my foxhole. I can hear the bullets whizzing above my head and the cries of men who have fallen but can’t be attended to. I wonder what home is like. Is the sun setting over another beautiful Carolina day? Has my family already eaten supper and gone to bed? I miss home but I am here for the sake of my country and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-90737949122270940392013-10-16T13:12:00.000-07:002013-10-16T13:12:17.306-07:00ABCs of Me:Merry, Mary MakingFor my M post in the ABCs of Me, I am writing about Mary Kay. I am not a Mary Kay rep but I am so appreciative of those who are. This lovely lady
is my friend Jessica Freeman. She is a MK rep in my area. She felt like God was calling her to help me in my quest to travel to Nicaragua for a mission trip and she designed a fundraiser. Read about my trip in an earlierAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-19509751148433515992013-10-16T12:38:00.000-07:002013-10-16T12:38:22.892-07:00ABCs of Me: Love, Love Love
This ABC is L for love! Love is so important! If we do things without love for one another, then what is the good in doing it? Love Loud Nicaragua is my topic for this month's post.
Izzy and I have prayed about it and we have decided to go to Nicaragua on a mission trip in February. The country of Nicaragua is the 2nd poorest country in the western Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-72589617644781496812013-09-26T09:03:00.000-07:002013-09-26T09:03:03.822-07:00ABCs of Me: Kharma, Kharma, Khameleon I believe in kharma. I am not a believer in the actual definition of KHARMA which is actions and beliefs of a person including their previous lives affect their current existence. I don't believe that there is a such thing as a previous life. I AM a believer in the current cultural definition which is what goes around comes around. What we put out Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-48254733275371507132013-09-25T20:29:00.001-07:002013-09-25T20:30:42.301-07:00ABCs of Me: Joy, Joy Joy My focus for 2013 has been finding joy. Joy in the journey. Joy in all things, both good and bad. I have felt so passionate about it that I led a devotional for my home school board and that became the theme for our school year as an association: Finding Joy in the Journey, Romans 15:13.
Joy is easy to find when times are easy. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-48158278543928868892013-09-06T00:01:00.000-07:002013-09-06T00:01:00.459-07:00Heaven's HighlighterI love love love it when I have read something over and over again but glean something new about it after reading it about 100 times. This happened to me twice today! I figured God must be trying to tell me something about Himself in these 2 moments of clarification. The 1st happened in my quiet time with Him this morning. I was reading from Matthew 4. I have read itAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464613238844292781.post-13551664024914356092013-09-05T09:44:00.001-07:002013-09-05T09:44:51.713-07:00ABCs of Me: Ice, Ice, Ice BabyNo, I know! Those are not the words to the song but I am taking a little writer's liberty on this to fit the parameters of my blog post during my trip through the alphabet. This week is I! We have been learning about the Ice Age and how it could have happened and what conditions would need to exist for it to come about and that led to glaciers and icebergs and a fun cool experiment. IAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04014696184256866283noreply@blogger.com0