And then they return

Since Auburn is on semesters the pace between Thanksgiving and Christmas is frantic. Students are cramming for finals and writing papers. I had an ok week. Great lunch with parents and grandmother (Jones) and a wonderful dinner with some church friends. God has blessed me to have another birthday. I am the big 29. I thought I had matured enough not to be upset that my family could not be down to celebrate it but I am not. I missed both of my brothers and their families immensely. Oh well...maybe 30 won't matter.

A Ghost Town

Well Thanksgiving break is here and all the college students have left so traffic is back to a medium-sized town. Tomorrow the city schools are out so even more people will leave. While I love the quietness that surrounds holidays here in Auburn, I miss the presence of all my friends. This year for Thanksgiving our family will be small in number, so I think my parents, my grandmother and I are going to go to Cracker Barrell for T-day lunch. I am looking forward to it.
This blog does not have much substance but oh well.

Grace & Mercy Revisited

What is the difference between grace and mercy?

One Small Word & The Sins of the Father

So, I am the church office manager. I create, print and copy the Sunday Bulletin. I don't think I have ever not made a mistake in the bulletin but the one this past Sunday had to be the most funny and embarrassing. I blame it on my father and in some ways my brothers. It is there humor that made me type it, I am sure. So the huge mistake I made that was printed in the pewsheet and up on the screen was......."Walking alone with Eve" It is amazing how much difference one word makes. Though I did get one comment that they would enjoy that song a lot more than the true version.

Moving through the Hurt

Experiencing hurt hurts. It makes me sick to my stomach. I lose motivation to do things that either have to do (work) or love to do (play). It is amazing how much God's comfort can be present but yet the pain is still there. I know God is helping me through this but he is not taking it away from me. My friends can offer no words of comfort, really only their presence seems to help. Just to know I am not alone. Life's hard lessons are a tough pill to swallow. But I guess it is true what doesn't kill us, makes us stronger.

Grace & Mercy

A group of my friends and I recently have been going through personal battles in which we have given or received Grace and Mercy. I was once asked the question can one really give grace if they have never accepted it from God. I don't know how to answer that question, but I do know it is easier to give grace to those who give grace to others but it is difficult to give grace to those who seemingly appear to refuse to give grace. Caedmon's Call has a song that has been in my head for about a week.


I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot
I am the scattered seed that fell along the path
I am the son that ran away
And I am the bitter son that stayed

My God, my God why hast tho accepted me
When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King?
My God, my God why hast thou accepted me
It's a mystery of mercy and the song, the song I sing

I am the angry man who came to stone the lover
I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd
I am the leper that gave thanks
But I am the nine that never came

My God, my God why hast thou accepted me
When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King?
My God, my God why hast thou accepted me
It's a mystery of mercy and the song, the song I sing

You made the seed that made the tree
That made the cross that saved me
You gave me hope when there was none
You gave me your only Son

My God,My God,Lord you are my God.
My God,My God,Lord you are my God.
My God,My God,Lord you are my God.
My God,My God,Lord you are...my God.