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

Intentional Living

I want to live now


With Purpose & Passion

I intend to start


There are so many things I want to do

So many projects I want to start

(and finish)

Piles of books to read

Many things to try

Sights to see


Here I sit



The books gather dust

The material sits uncut

The pattern in the package

The words still in my head

The world still far away

The projects left undone


Because I’m afraid

Afraid of the unknown

Afraid of failure

Afraid of rejection

Afraid of accomplishment

Did I just say that?


Why would that be scary?

If I accomplish reading a book what would happen?

I would be accountable for what I had learned!

If I accomplished sewing a dress

I might be called upon to do it again!

If I accomplished making a meal

I might decide I like to cook

And I might have to do it again

And for strangers!

If I accomplished writing my thoughts

What would happen?

People would know just how weird my thinking really is!

I need to decide what my Purpose and Passion truly is

What I want to be when I grow up

When you have Purpose and Passion

Nothing can stop you from reaching forward

No fear is big enough to stop you

Living Intentionally


Colossians 3:23

Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people.

Why Not?

In our Thirty One business

They ask us to state our why

Why did you join Thirty One?

When I started out one year ago

My why was pretty simple

I wanted a little extra cash to spoil my grandchildren

And Thirty One came through

A little extra cash each month

A birthday gift

Ice cream

Or striped tights

All without coming out of the main budget


But now

It’s all changed

My why has been evolving

Lately I’ve wanted a little extra cash to pay for conference

And then

I wanted to put a new rag top on the convertible

And new floor in the kitchen

But even that has changed

Just today

I still want to pay for conference

But now

I want to help my husband have a trip of a lifetime

With the man he respects more than anyone

His dad

Dad Napier has the opportunity to return to Korea

Not as a soldier

But as a civilian

He wants to see the hill he stood on

Fought for

Marched on

The land on which friendships were made

Lives were lost

Hearts broken

Young boys afraid

Some returning

Some remaining

All changed forever

Another page in the story of Dad Napier’s life

84 years old and still anticipating more pages in his life’s story

Willing to keep the chapters rolling

Willing to let those pages be revisited

Not closing the book

You’ve got to respect that!

So for now

My why has changed

A trip of a lifetime

Comes at great cost

Passports and plane tickets

All necessary

My why is now my why not

Why not get his passport?

Why not plan their trip?

Why not get his ticket?

For two men who mean the world to me

The rag top can wait

The kitchen floor can wait

But this trip

This chance for father and son to walk in a strange and foreign land

It can’t wait

It’s time is now