His Name Is Pastor


Not once in 25 years

Did I ever entertain the idea

That one day

I would have to say

Good bye, Pastor

We were all gonna go together

Hand in hand

To meet Jesus in the air

That was the deal

His name is Bill Lay

Given by his mother, Miss Georgia

But we called him


Given by his church family, Cornerstone

We have many pastors

But only one Pastor

The word pastor means

to shepherd or literally

to feed

The name Pastor means

One who worships God

And loves people!

And LOVE he did!

Each of us have stories we could tell

Of words fitly spoken in our time of need

Of wisdom given freely

Of hugs so heartfelt

Of a servant’s heart so big

Who taught us to hold on

And encouraged us to let go

Who dreamed dreams bigger than any of us could fathom

And worked right along side of us to make them come true

How he never expected more out of us than he expected out of himself

He beamed with pride when we caught the vision too

He fathered us all

And was Pastor Papa to our children

His door was always open

A listening ear always available

A true giver of grace and mercy

True leadership

True friendship

Pastor loved pasta

And soup

And peanuts

And peanut butter and crackers

And Excel spreadsheets

And reports

And order

And football

And us

And we love him!

He retired once

But said he flunked it and came back

I shared this poem with him at the retirement party

I have never called you Dad
And likely never will
But every time I say your name
The meaning is the same
It means I love you very much
And how proud I am to be
The daughter of the man
Who means so much to me


We will continue on with the work of the ministry

For you have taught us well

There is work to be done

And people to love

And we too

Will spend our lives

Mending broken people

His hat says it all


I Think I’m Your Sister’s Child

A scared young girl finds herself “in the family way”

A family coping with the shame the only way they knew

A baby boy and a few years later, another

Given a chance by their loving Mother

Making the hardest decision of her life

Not once, but twice


A young man longing to know about the blood that ran through his veins

A young man who was chosen by the heart of his mama but not birthed from her womb

A young man who was loved before he was born by a woman who wanted more for him than she felt she could give

A young man with the wings to fly from his heart mama and only the name of his birth mama

Searching for years with no success

Trying one more time

And finding his birth mama had passed away

But he saw another name


Taking a leap of faith and searching Facebook

He saw my name once again

He sent a  message and received no reply

One week

Two weeks

His hope waning

Maybe he had the wrong person or maybe no one wanted this connection he so desperately desired

Pain and fear starting to settle in

But then…

Divine Connections

The prompting of the Holy Spirit that had me look in the “other” folder

And a message that hit me like a ton of bricks!


All these years I’ve believed there was never going to be a reunion

I had nothing to go on to begin a search of my own

Only a hope that one day I would be found

By someone whose name I didn’t know

With a face I had never seen

And a laugh I had never heard

A nephew I had never hugged

But have always held in my heart

I finally was found and so was he!


A reunion of brothers

Can it be called that when neither knew of the other?

They are both very intelligent and have so many of the same mannerisms

A crazy sense of humor

Sarcasm and wit

I sat and watched this connection take place

And cried

Tears of joy

But a few tears of sadness

Sad for lost years

Sad because my sister and brother, mother and daddy weren’t here to witness this day

A day when differences and distance were set aside

And the only thing that mattered was the sameness

From ordinary to extraordinary

Our lives entwined

Never to be the same again

One day soon

Younger sister will join the mix

Oh what a day that will be! :)



Life Is A Flash Mob!

I’m not sure why it is

But every time I watch a video of a flash mob

I cry!

They can be dancing to Do Re Mi


Our God Is An Awesome God


Hallelujah Chorus


 Christmas carols even

Makes no difference

The waterworks will soon begin

Could it be I cry because I see

Seemingly unrelated, unconnected people

Working together for a common goal?

Or because I see the potential for an unconnected, unrelated person to

Jump right in?

I think it’s because it reminds me of this life we are living right now

Seemingly unrelated, unconnected followers of Jesus

Working together

Expanding the Kingdom

Sharing the Good News

Helping one another to walk

Another day

Sometimes side by side

 Other times from a distance

A constant ebb and flow

Encouragement and accountability

Laughter and tears

Hope and Friendship


I’ve always wanted to be part of a flash mob

I guess I am!

Jealousy? Among Believers?


Surely not!

I find it interesting when believers from different churches get together

Seems to be an awful lot of

One-upping going on

I had a conversation that went something like this:

Got a new neighbor. Invited them to church. They came.

Now I hear they are going to your church.

Said with a sad look on the face.


Why would this make you sad?

Why wouldn’t you be happy that the neighbor found a church body they could join with and serve?

When did this become a competition?

Well, it looks like it became a competition back in John 3:25

John’s disciples were sounding a bit upset that Jesus was baptizing new converts and they weren’t the only tank in town!

“Rabbi, the man you met on the other side of the Jordan River, the one you identified as the Messiah, is also baptizing people. And everybody is going to him instead of coming to us.” NLT

I can just hear their whiny voices….

“Not fair! Here we are busting our rears trying to have the cleanest and warmest baptizing tank, and we have the fluffiest towels and we promise to have you in and out in under 30 seconds and we serve coffee and donuts; and not just ANY coffee, we serve only the best and we have real cream and not that chemical junk and our donuts were handmade just this morning by the kitchen staff and along comes someone else, horning in on our business!”

John answered his men with this:

“No one can receive anything unless God gives it from heaven. You yourselves know how plainly I told, ‘I am not the Messiah. I am only here to prepare the way for Him.’ It is the bridegroom who marries the bride, and the best man is simply glad to stand with him and hear his vows. Therefore, I am filled with joy at His success. He must become greater and greater, and I must become less and less.”

So, if our local churches are preparing the way, does it really matter who gets the next convert? Or the next neighbor?

We ALL should be about the Father’s business and we should ALL be working together to expand HIS KINGDOM; not ours.

You Just Never Know!

He reminded me of the character Carl from the movie Up

Big glasses

Slight frame

White hair

All alone in the Men’s underwear aisle of WalMart

As I passed by the area doing frantic Christmas shopping of my own

He toddles towards me with a package of men’s T-shirts held out before him

“Are these a size small?” he asks

“Because I wear a small. I know because I looked before I came.”

Indeed they are, I tell him

“I wear a small so these should fit, right?”

Right, I say

“My wife always did this for me” he says

“I don’t have her no more.”

Not really sad, just matter-of-factly

I tell him I’m so sorry

Then I start to walk away

He then says

“There’s just so many to look through and I also need shorts”

I smile

Here I am in WalMart helping a complete stranger find underwear!

I show him the wall of “shorts”

Briefs or Boxers?

I wonder but don’t say anything

He looks bewildered by it all


I tell him the briefs are on this end of the aisle and the boxers at the other

I certainly don’t want to ASK him which he prefers!

He picks up a package of boxers

Brings them to me and asks

“Are these small? I think I wear small”

No, the L on the package means Large

He puts them back

As I start to walk away again

TWO clerks walk into the aisle

I leave him knowing they will take good care of my little man

And just to be sure

I tell them all I know about him

I walk away trying not to burst into big snot-slinging tears

My heart was breaking for this complete stranger

Who now has to navigate the big bad world of underwear all alone

Because his mate has gone before him

And left him to buy underwear

All alone

Makes me wonder just how many other firsts he has had to endure




Grocery shopping?


Dr appointments?




Is there someone in his life to make these firsts a little easier?

A son and daughter-in-law?

A daughter and son-in-law?

Or is there only the complete stranger helping him buy his underwear?

Thank You, Father for allowing me the privilege of being Your hands extended

Even if it was in the underwear aisle


Slow Me Down, Lord


Fast paced lives

Rushing here

Rushing there

Always rushing

Bolt your food and gulp your coffee

Throw some laundry in the machine

Toss the dishes in the sink

Dash out the door

Meetings, meeting, meetings

Lunch with clients

Then off to the next thing

Even stay-at-home moms are not immune

Get the kids up and out the door

Kiss the air by the husbands ear

Hit the gym

Go to the store

Visit the sick at the hospital

Back home to fix food for family and an extra for the sick friend

Boot and re-boot the laundry

Fix lunch

Wash the kitchen floor

Bake cookies for a teacher’s gift

Remember we haven’t had a shower today

Jump in for a 5 minute wash


The kids are off the bus

Time for homework, sports and choir practice

No time to dawdle

Why do we do it to ourselves?

No white space at all in our frantic life

Where in all this frantic pace can we hear the Shepherd’s voice?

We say we have no time to listen

No time to tune in

No time

God will meet us where we are

Over the sink of dishes or sitting at our desk

But we have to shut out some of the noise

We have to create a white space in our lives

We can not fill every moment of every day with stuff

It is not what God intended

Even Jesus had to get away to pray and hear His Father’s voice

Slow me down, Lord

A friend gave me a magnet with this on it

A great reminder

So, as we rush through this life filled to the brim with good things and not so good things,

Let’s pause



I firmly believe if God is in it

He will work out all the details


Button-Poppin’ Proud

We look at the children God has given us

By birth, adoption or marriage

And we stand in awe






Why were we chosen to love these?

How were we so blessed?

And where did the chubby hands and faces go?

The sibling rivalry?
(I sure don’t miss that)

The toothless grins and grubby feet?

Where did they go?

They now reside in tiny little bodies called


There’s nothing like your children crying out for Mama in the middle of a scary moment

And there is nothing like a grandchild squealing with delight when you walk into the room

Melts my heart


Now the kids are grown and have children of their own

What’s a Mama to do?

I love being Nana

But I’m still Mama

I want my children to know that I will ALWAYS be Mama

Even when they are old and grey

And I am older and purple :)

I want them to know that I will always be their biggest fan

The loudest cheerleader

The softest shoulder

And their greatest defender

I want them to know that I don’t say these things to make me sound like the Mother of the Year

I say them because

Forever and Always

I Love You