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My hope for all!

Believing that I am a watchman for my family, I will be obedient and tell you my story.

I was raised in the Baptist church. My grandfather was saved late in his life and always made sure his grandchildren attended church at an early age. Every Sunday you knew that the phone was going to ring and that it would be Papaw Joe saying that he will be by to pick us up for church at 9:30 a.m. When I was 12 years old, my grandfather knew that I had been under conviction for a long time. One Sunday morning, (I can still see his handwriting on a church bulletin) he wrote "Would you like to be saved? I'll go with you down the aisle" I said yes and he walked every step with me. He and I went into one of the Sunday School rooms in the back and told me to pray to the Lord confessing to Him that I was a sinner and to ask Him into my heart. My grandfather knelt beside me and prayed himself. That is one of the most tender times in my memory. I did pray the prayer but it wasn't until I was the age of 15 years old did I realize the true commitment of giving my life to Jesus Christ. I then gave Him my heart. I have no doubt He saved me that Sunday night. I can never remember not having Jesus Christ in my life. My life has not been perfect. and the sins of the world are so tempting. Boy, did I make a mess during the years I chose to live "my way". Oh, for His Amazing Grace. The Lord has been very patience with me to have that closer relationship with me, waiting for me to know Him better. It has taken 35 years and He is a forgiving God. Deep in my heart, I felt I had let Him down, asked for forgiveness over and over again, until one day He asked "What sin?" See, He forgave me once I truly confessed my sins. It was Satan who wouldn't let me forget. God is the true potter and I have been roughest of clay to work with. I am so thankful that he is a loving and forgiving God. When I finally returned to Him, He has welcomed me back with open arms.

I know I am rambling, but I want you to know this. I am still a sinner, but I am saved by the blood of Jesus Christ. I do not deserve it. You will never be perfect and we all are sinners. "For all have sinned and come short of the Glory of God". John 3:16 says "For God so loved the world that he gave His only Son so whoever believes in Him will not perish but have everlasting life". The gift of Salvation and eternal life with our Lord is that ....a gift. But It doesn't become a gift until you take it. This gift is ready for you to just accept it. It is my prayer that if you have not accepted Jesus Christ into your heart that you do so now and start living the rest of your life abundantly. It doesn't take a big ceremony, you can do it right now. HELL is real and so is Heaven... and you don't know what tomorrow brings. Take this moment now. I'm praying for you!

My sister and her animals

My sister always had animals around the house and as far as I know, she still does today. One of the funniest story that I can think of my sister and her animals was the time her cat was missing for several day only to show up with a broken tail. This was a beautiful white male cat that for some reason decided to go "catting". He must have "barked up a wrong tree". My sister cried and cried and there was no explaining to her that a broken cat tail could not be fixed. Our mother being that princess of "duct tape", just taped the cat's tail together. We were so proud of our mother for thinking of such a wonderful idea, until the cat's tail started to rot off. Oh the smell! And my sister carried that cat everywhere. We finally convinced her that the tail would never heal. My sister made a cat tail like a rabbit foot and carried it on her key chain this day. If you don't believe me, just ask her.

This blogging stuff is full of blogs. Blog, blog here and blog blog there. Hey for someone who loves to talk, this could be pretty fun. For those of you who know me, you know....I might be pretty good at this blogging blog stuff. I fell into this project too late on a Sunday morning before church to say much. I have just put my Dragon into the shower with threats of cold water if he didn't, so maybe I can talk a little more. I am a mother of two athletic boys, therefore I have followed them through little league and high school sports, enjoying the ride along the way. My oldest no longer is in competitive sports and has joined the working class of people 8-5 in the corporate world, but still thinks he can had his own against his younger brother. I am the sports fan that everyone dreads to sit in front of at sporting events. I'm yelling, ringing my Dragon cow bells, clothed in the royal blue and gold, and always taking video and digital stills of my Dragons. I have 100 youtube videos of my Dragons and love the team....but I am looking forward to a quite sideline existence in three years. I have been a Dragon Mom for 14 years. The official start of baseball season is tomorrow at 4:00 p.m. Ding Ding! My Dragon is a sophomore and is slated as #2 pitcher and starting shortstop. It has always been a dream of his to follow his brother's footsteps on the Dragon field. With 8 years between my two boys, believe me, he has tied to fit into every step. He idolizes his older brother. Two years ago in May 2007, we thought his dreams had come to an end after taking a line drive baseball shot to the temple as he pitched. Within 2 hours he had had two seizures and was diagnosed with a skull fracture. He was airlifted by helicopter to Arkansas Children's Hospital. This was a hard time for us all and we found that we could not make it without the strength of God. He protected us as we drove 100 miles at 100 mile hour to Little Rock. When we couldn't think long enough to pray any other prayer than "God, Please", the prayer chains were launched across the county. By the time we were in Little Rock, we definitely knew that God was in control. Oh the peace we felt knowing that people were praying for us. My Dragon entered intensive care for the next 24 years and was watched carefully. Due to the type of injury, we were told it was likely that he would never play sports again, but we would just have to wait and see. With God's healing powers, my Dragon released from the hospital after 3 days with the restriction of no strenuous activity for 3 months, which made was a long summer. In August after many MMI and scans, he was released and was able to return to the field of sports play. In the fall he has started as quarterback for his 9th grade football team and was a sophomore QB for the high school team this past fall. Last spring he started on the high school baseball team as a freshman and made all-conference, finishing with the highest batting average for the team. We are proud of him, but give God all of the glory. To this day, my Dragon has suffered no complications from his head injury, not so much as a headache. Praise the Lord and thank Him. Phil 4:13