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Archive for August, 2008

Bracing for Gustav

As Gustav travels toward the Gulf of Mexico, residents around the Baton Rouge area are making last minute efforts to gather supplies and secure belongings.  Though we are definitely more prepared this time around, most of us are still a bit frenzied.

General concerns are for the lower lining areas–namely New Orleans.  However, the uncertainties of Gustav’s exact path are of great concerns to our area as well.

We covet your prayers.  Above all, pray for protection.  Please pray for the residents of the lower lining areas.  Pray that they will heed the warning and make every effort to leave those areas as soon as possible.  Pray for Baton Rouge and the surrounding areas.  In addition to the hedge of protection that is needed, we need guidance in accommodating the influx of people. 

As those in the Body of Christ are faced with another opportunity to be used of Him, it is of utmost importance that we walk in the Spirit, heeding His voice and trusting Him wholly.  Staying focused on the bigger picture during times such as these can be very trying.  Though we are understandably concerned for our own families and loved ones, may we trust that His grace is sufficient!  As we fight traffic jams, wait in long gas lines to pay increased prices, and search for limited supplies, we need your prayers! 

We are blessed with a Governor who follows Christ.  Please pray that He will continue to impart wisdom to our leadership. 

I will try to post updates from my area as often as possible.

Many thanks!


Modern Technology

*see note at bottom

So…my sister, Ginger, calls me on my cell tonight to ask about my niece whom I took to the doctor today.  I emailed Ginger to tell her that our niece not only has strep, but scarlet fever.  No details.  It was hectic.

Ginger does not immediately recall what scarlet fever is and how serious it is.  Like my 15 year old, Courtney, she seems to only recall mass numbers of people possibly dying from scarlet fever sometime in history.  So Ginger’s 13 year old son, Gordon, Googles it.  At least I think he Googled it.  Perhaps he used another search.  But I like the word Google.  His finds no doubt ease her mind; however, she calls me to follow up.  She calls my cell instead of my land line (I like that phrase, too) because she either already called my land line (Doesn’t that sound much better than home phone?) and did not get an answer because I did not hear it, no one else in the house heard it or we (meaning the rest of the people in my house–not me–I did not hear it) were too busy with some other activity to answer it or we (You remember who “we” are, right?) just assumed someone else will get it if they deem it necessary.

Are you still with me?  So, Ginger calls my cell because it’s the alternate number and hopefully at this point I will be lying in bed next to my nightstand where my cell is housed and I will answer it.  OR I will at least get her voicemail and know why she is calling and if I should call back right away.  My land line does not have voicemail set up.  NOPE.  Just caller I.D.

The call was sent to voicemail and she left a message.  Now…it’s probable that I got a little fumbly (Oh, spellcheck, leave the word alone!) with my phone because I was exasperated a bit for many reasons.  One reason would be that Sophie is on a sleep strike of sorts.

I realize that I may have possibly hung up on her (If you’re paying attention, I didn’t, the call was sent to voicemail) and call back.  She answers.  We start the conversation and then I hear the beep signaling the voicemail.  That statement has no bearing on this post.  Just added details that you did not really need to know… all in the midst of details that you probably don’t need to know, either.  They are fascinating…at least to me.  Stick with me.

The conversation begins with Ginger asking about scarlet fever and ‘how’s our niece’ (I just killed the rabbit I almost chased regarding the niece’s name.  You’re welcome.).  While I’m listening and trying to stay focused the way Todd Smith describes his wife, Angie, in regards to her attentiveness to others, I am fighting distractions involving Joe trying to win the battle of Sophie going to bed.

So my conversation is back and forth, back and forth, much like this post.  But we are females endowed with the gift of gab above many of our fellows and we can switch topics, talk to family members, check the weather channel for updates on Gustav and pray silent prayers all the while.  I’m not sure how that spells attentiveness.

Seconds pass–it seems like years–I don’t hear Sophie and I don’t hear Joe telling Sophie to get back in bed.  And then I hear a beep on my phone.  A beep that signals a text message.  I want to look but resist because I am trying to hang on Ginger’s every word in spite of the many distractions (The weather channel is still on and the path does not look good for Louisiana.).  But then I hear another beep and I know that there are now two text messages.  Well, I didn’t actually know right away what the signal was signalling until I finally pulled the phone away from my ear to see that I have two text messages.

Right away I knew.  I knew it was my 15 year old, Courtney.  Because Courtney will call me from her cell while in her bedroom for anything–have me bring her a glass of water, tell me goodnight, bring her a roll of toilet paper.  I’m kidding on that last one.  If you were paying attention you’ll remember that I said she will call me while in her bedroom.  I’m certain she has never called me for a roll of toilet paper and I’m certain that the mention of the possibility is going to cause some drama or possibly even trauma.  (For the readers, Courtney, for the greater cause!)

But at this point I really don’t ‘know’ it’s Courtney until I view the text messages while Ginger was none the wiser.  As I’m viewing the text messages I hear Joe yell, “SOPHIE”!

I know.  Not only because I viewed the text messages from Courtney, but because I know my kids.  I know that Sophie has now gotten out of bed and entered Courtney’s room and this is why we have had the few seconds of silence.  So I interrupt Ginger to tell her what has happened at the same time Joe is coming back into the master bedroom exasperated.  My attentiveness clearly needs work.

Ginger pulls a ‘let me get this straight’ of sorts to make sure she gets the picture.

She’s trying to have a conversation with me on my cell which is very convenient for me.  The two year old has gotten out of her bed and marched straight to the teen sister’s room (It appears she knows that the 15 year old is awake as usual and the 18 year old is asleep.).

The teen responds with text messages from her cell to her Mom:

“is she supposed to be up?”

“In my room!?!”

Yep, that sums it up.  But I like the details…

And we laugh and laugh and laugh.  Just like Mary Jane in the old Mary Jane jokes….

Modern technology.  Convenient.  May cause bad manners.

P.S.  And then I’m the last one up so I tap away at this post to share this story with you.

Goodnight.  Time to pull down my eye mask and stuff in my ear plugs and have another talk with Jesus.

P.P.S.  The earplugs aid in hearing the Lord speak above life’s distractions.

*Please pray for my niece as she has been sent to the E.R. because the rash is getting worse.

**Update:  Steroid shot in E.R. helped with rash and itching.  She is home and she is fine. 

….oh the editing this post needs! 

Eye masks and ear plugs…that’s what works for me!


In the middle of the night I may be found wandering aimlessly about trying to find the bathroom (oh, it’s just feet away from my bed…) with an eye mask barely pushed above my eyes and ear plugs stuffed almost to my ear drums.

It all started sometime after I married Joe in April of 1998.  I found out he snored.  Really.  Loudly.  And that it really wasn’t a good reason for divorce (kidding….kidding, people!).  After nights of tossing about on the couch, throwing pillows across the living room in hopes of hitting the master bedroom door loud enough to jar him… I took the advice of a friend and bought some earplugs.  Not long after, I got an eye mask.  A really cool, cushy, black eye mask with a nifty little pocket for earplugs.  Sweet slumber….

I am a light sleeper.  Oh, I still hear Sophie with those ear plugs!  Don’t you worry!  Besides, her bed is now a toddler bed so she toddles on in here when she is good and ready (which is way too often).  The ear plugs dull the sound enough to help me doze.  Yet, I can still hear the nature sounds.  Crazy, huh?  Gotta’ have the rain (“I” would prefer the ocean, but SOMEBODY insists on it raining in here every night because the sound of the waves going innnnn and back ouuuttt just won’t do!).

I totally forgot to add this….so I’ll add it now!  Two summers ago–just before my youngest daughter was born–Joe had his tonsils and adenoids removed.  The effects it had on his snoring were amazing!  Except for some occasional light snoring, he’s pretty much cured.  Funny thing…I’m addicted to the ear plugs!  I suppose I’m prepared for a relapse.

So, that’s what works for me!  Ear plugs and eye masks!

Off to don my superhero mask now!        

For more Works For Me Wednesday ideas, visit Shannon at rocks in my dryer.

I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep:  for thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.  Psalm 4:8

Powerful Video!

Are you ready?

My Dad….a Terrorist??

It’s a good thing my dad isn’t a frequent flyer.

According to tonight’s newsclip on CNN- Airline captain, lawyer, child on terror ‘watch list’– if your name is James Robinson and you plan to fly the friendly skies, you may have a problem not only in Houston but anywhere else in the country.

Imagine trying to board a plane with your five-year-old son and finding out his name is on a terror watch list.  Absurd?  How common is the name James Robinson?  Oh, you can be sure my Dad is unique.  He’s a rare find.  But his name is likely shared with untold numbers of Americans.

I appreciate National Security.  But can we find some balance?  And not just the airlines.  Border control is such an enormous problem, yet if your name is James Robinson you just might encounter some difficulty in the airports.  Even if you’re five.  Or an Airline Captain who is certified to carry a weapon in his cockpit in case of terrorists overtaking the plane.  Ironic?

But wait!  There’s more!  Apparently beating the system isn’t so difficult.  The mother of the young James Robinson tried listing his name as J. Pierce Robinson.  The Captain listed Jim Robinson and J.K. Robinson and found that they weren’t on the list.  That easy?


Guess I’ll fill Dad in tomorrow and make sure he flies as James D. Robinson.  Guess I’ll have to fill my brother in since he’s a Junior.

Humor aside, I’m thankful for the thwarting of any potential danger as a result of these lists.  But again, isn’t it absurd that we have yet to draw clear lines that we can defend as a nation?

Check out the link above for the full story.

Check it out: Writing FUNdamentals

As an aspiring writer (with high hopes of one day being published) I am so excited to share with you that the Founder and Editor of CWO, Darlene Schacht, has a new website called Writing FUNdamentals. 

It’s full of fun and imformative writing tips!  Darlene uses some of her own writing as examples.  If you love to write, if you’re desperately seeking publication, or even if you’re already established, this site is sure to grab your interest.  So check it out!  Click on the link above or in the sidebar.

In today’s times… Do justly, love mercy, walk humbly with thy God…

Midnight Cry- Michael English & The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir

I’ve been troubled in my spirit lately.

All around I see turmoil, destruction, despair, immorality, hopelessness.  We were warned.

  • And as he sat upon the mount of Olives, the disciples came unto him privately, saying, Tell us, when shall these things be?  and what shall be the sign of thy coming, and of the end of the world? 
  • And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you. 
  • For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many. 
  • And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars:  see that ye be not troubled:  for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. 
  • For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom:  and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places. 
  • All these are the beginning of sorrows. 
  • Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you:  and ye shall be hated of all nations for my name’s sake. 
  • And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another. 
  • And many false prophets shall rise, andshall deceive many. 
  • And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold. 
  • But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.  Matthew 24:  3-13

Watching today’s news footage is like watching the pages of Scripture unfold.  The economy, the election, the natural disasters, the condition of people in third world countries and across the globe…  it’s no wonder that many are grasping desperately for answers to save a planet in peril.  Yet, it’s the soul of man in desperate need.

Resisting the effects of the financial strain on my own household is a battle in itself.  But most disturbing is seeing the hold of the prince of the power of the air on the people all around me.  Our young people are inundated with temptation to sin we could not have fathomed in our youth. 

  • This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
  • For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
  • Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
  • Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
  • Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof:  from such turn away.  II Timothy 3:1-5

….Lead us NOT into temptation, Lord, but, deliver us from evil (the evil one)!    As the battle rages I find myself questioning how I might possibly be a light in such darkness, second guessing my choices and feeling an urgency in my spirit to rise up in the power of HIS might.  But then I remember that it’s NOT by might, NOR by power, but by my spirit, saith the Lord of hosts.  (Zechariah 4:6)  And I’m ever thankful for the outpouring of His Spirit- initially at Pentecost- to all believers that we might be His witnesses as well as receive His power to overcome…  even at such a time as this.  Greater is HE that is in us than he that is in the world! 

Today, I stand in prayer, united with believers in Christ for the forgiveness of our sins and the healing of our land. 

  • He hath Shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?”  Micah 6:8