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Rules, Rules and more Rules

Rules are meant for restraint, keeping the peace, giving guidelines to live by and to punish those who break them.

Well, you ask who makes the rules.

Who has the credibility to write such laws?

If we weren’t born with the “Lifebook for Dummies” do we make up our own rules?

Do we get to change them along the way?

What if your neighbor’s list of decrees don’t match up with yours?

Imagine everyone living by their own instructions. Actually you don’t have to imagine too much because the world is headed that way. AND THE RESULT IS SELFISH CHAOS!

It doesn’t work. It will never work. In the process people are fighting and many are dying over man-made rules that were never meant to be put into place.

Even common sense knows humans can’t be trusted to create their own declarations of existence.

Which is why we have a Creator who is neutral; unbiased and doesn’t play favorites.

He is overly qualified to make the rules, set up parameters and give advice on any subject.

He is fair, protective and full of positive directives.

His Technical Writing skills are professional.

His ideas are artistic.

And there is no lack for variety, action or drama.

The stories he tells are real. The sonnets are a poet’s dream. His letters hold no punches.

From beginning to end he gives us what we all need even if it isn’t what we always want.

He knows what is best and describes in detail how to live life.

Only his plan isn’t legalistic or hypocritical.Bible 2

There is no basis for lawyer jargon or unwarranted media attention.

His objective is all about justice, freedom and feeding the poor.

The focus is peace in a fallen world.

The goal is hope for the hopeless.

The aim is the truth.

The answer is love.

And he is the author.


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God’s Creation/Photography by Randy Harrison

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Genesis 1:1-2 “In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth.”

 Psalm 1:3 “They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper.”

Hosea 2:18 “In that day I will make a covenant for them with the beasts of the field and the birds of the air and the creatures that move along the ground. Bow and sword and battle I will abolish from the land, so that all may lie down in safety.”

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The Truth

Most people don’t want to believe the truth. Why?

Change would be the next step.

Facing facts about ourselves is a direct link to weakness or some may think.

How can we not realize we are not perfect? We were born imperfect so when did we decide we know it all? Our 5th birthday?

When did we find out we didn’t need help? Or God?

Who told us we were so wonderful that they wouldn’t change a thing about us?
I don’t recall anyone ever telling me that.

The truth is the truth is the truth.

John 8:32 “And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

So you ask, “What is the truth?” Jesus Christ.

And the way you get that truth is by spending time alone with him.

Jesus opened my eyes years ago to his awesomeness, presence and knowledge.

I certainly haven’t arrived, but I left. Once I started getting to know him, I realized how little I knew. We have this idea this earth and life here is all there is.

Well, it ain’t close to what God has to reveal to us.

God’s knowledge and wisdom that he wants to teach us is infinite. There are storehouses of wisdom in his word, prayer and sitting in his presence.

He waits for us to seek him so he can fill us full of him.

Prayer is powerful. God was rather clever when he thought the idea up. Just think: you can’t be across the world to help someone because we are not omnipresent like God is. In prayer, we release the need to God and he takes care of it.

And the truth again here is God is much better at dealing with us than we are with each other. He can fix what we can’t.

Once we get close to God he will take us on a journey of molding us into what he created us to be. The process can be painful, miserable and no fun. There are times we feel as if the grinding of our souls are nothing but a soggy mess. At that moment, God will use his compassionate hands and begin to form us little by little into his image.

The transformation is startling. As we begin to view life, people and difficulties through God’s eyes, our hearts change.
Once you experience it, there is no going back. And you don’t want to go back.

Everything looks different.

Earthly desires have a stench to them.

Materialism loses its meaning.

We lost ourselves in a molded bowl and came out looking like a vase.

Past hurts, wounds and betrayals are attached to the Cross.

It is there we are set free.

It is there we receive redemption.

It is there we behold the love of God in a brand new, shaped heart.

A heart he filled with himself.





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“I’m not the Repairman”

Why is it when something breaks men always ask their wives to take care of it?

Who do they think we are? The plumber? The Electrician? The General Handyman?

If I could do it myself then why did I ask you about it in the first place?

I do not have a degree in “fix it all.”

I do not have a degree in “fix it all” because I don’t want to “fix it all.”

I want you to “fix it all.”

“Oh, honey, just go to Lowes and they will help you pick it out.” Sure! Right! I have nothing better to do especially since I have no idea what I am supposed to pick out.

Sometimes I wish we didn’t have a Lowes. It’s like a copout for “I don’t have time to mess with that, but Lowe’s can tell you what you need.”

I wonder if the sales associates at Lowe’s get tired of men sending their wives who know nothing about ice maker filters to them to buy an ice maker filter.

Maybe they send us because they don’t want to look like they don’t know what an ice maker filter is?

Naaa…..they really don’t want to do home repair work. Why would they when they can get their wonderful wives to find someone else to do it for them?

Of course it is just one more role for the loving, caring, smart, intelligent, bright, clever, resourceful women that we are. Only we didn’t ask for it.

It is an assumption I have discovered by most men that we women are to be considered for every job that comes along. Never mind that it wasn’t in our marriage contract that we were supposed to become “Tim the Tool Man Taylor.”

If there was an advertisement for most women it would read as follows:

Needed; Full time wife. Hours: 24/7. Pay: 0.00, No vacation and no benefits. She must be qualified but not limited to be a chef, banker, housekeeper, parent, nurse, caretaker, educator, and all around handy woman. Prefer someone with extensive knowledge of car and appliance repair. Please call or email for the full list of job requirements.

Who in their right mind would answer an ad like that? Not me.
Oh. But, those are all the jobs I do every day plus some?  Where is my paycheck? My vacation?

Recently a male blogger friend of mine told me I needed to read Proverbs 31.
You know, the chapter describing the perfect wife? Well I read it.

There is not one word in those verses claiming we wives are supposed to be automatic repair women.
And it does not say we have to go to Lowe’s to pick up ice maker filters.

Now, I can just hear some of you men out there yelling,

“It may not be in Proverbs 31 but it is under the “Umbrella Contract of Submission.”

WHAT! Don’t even get me started on the proverbial, controversial submission clause.

The Submission clause is for another day.

For now I am the wife who is of noble character, brings good to my husband and speaks with wisdom. (Proverbs 31: 10, 12, 26)

P. S. At the request of my husband, I went to Lowe’s today and found the filter needed for our ice maker.









Craig Reunion Photos 2012

Please enjoy a few photos I took at our family reunion this weekend in Lancaster, SC.  The above Header is a picture of the Craig Farm. The back pavilion is where we always enjoy this annual event. Family totaled around 50.

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I Gave my Sledgehammer Away

Do you know what doors are for? Really?

The door is open so the 78 degree weather can come inside today. It is February after all. OH. February is winter.

My back door opened is a reminder of the many doors that open in our lives. Or the ones that shut.

Doors go either way. How we respond to them is the key. Often doors are signs from God 

Use to be when a door shut I would respond with an offensive attitude asking, “why? I want to go through that door!”

Age has taught me along with years of spending time alone with God and his word those doors he shut kept me from getting into more trouble than I was already in.  Now I thank him that he is God! His ways are not mine! (be really thankful for that)

When you ponder the idea of open and shut doors from God isn’t that a clever idea?

He made it so simple yet we search around for other doors only to walk into the one that ends up hitting us in the face.” Oh, I wondered where I got this bruise on my head.”

Going out on a limb here I finally wised up (no jokes please) and started praying for God to shut doors he didn’t want me to force open. Now I am small but have managed over the years to pry open doors shut so tight you couldn’t open them without a sledgehammer.

I have to ask myself now, “what was I thinking?” Pushing, pulling, beating, screaming until I squeezed through it. Once in, it wasn’t door #3 giving away a free car.

What happens when you beat your way through the wrong door? It knocks you down and lands on the broken nose you gave yourself trying to open it in the first place.

You know what happens next? (that is if you are smart) You cry out to God Almighty to remove the door.

What if God leaves you under the door for a while? It sure gets heavy. It hurts. It is painful.

I can’t blame God for this heavy, painful door smashing my face. I did force it open. He tried to stop me. BUT NO! I had to be rebellious or what is the saying? “Curiosity killed the cat?”

Finally after so many doors fell on me I decided maybe God was trying to tell me something!  Ok. I heard that!  You have no room to talk here!

He closes doors for my protection or stops me from getting into the wrong relationship. or the wrong project. or the wrong class.  or listening to the wrong words. or hanging out in the wrong places. or running my big mouth when it should be shut.

Mark 4:24, 25 24 “Consider carefully what you hear,” he continued. “With the measure you use, it will be measured to you—and even more. 25 Whoever has will be given more; whoever does not have, even what they have will be taken from them.”

Closing doors from God’s perspective for us means he may be removing from our lives that which he doesn’t want there like books, movies, entertainment, or even people. Yes, people.

Anything that takes us away from God is removable by him. For our good. And believe me, once you find yourselves under so many of the wrong doors, God looks better than ever!

God isn’t behind door #1. or #2. or #3.  He’s behind the door that is open.




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I Accept

All my life I have been short.  Now I realize this may not apply to many of you who as adults or even older teens are somewhere over 5’1 inches tall. For the most part I have never liked being short. The following are a few reasons why.

1. Group pictures. You will always find short people on the front row.
2. Reaching the 2nd row of cabinets in kitchens or some bath or laundry areas are bad enough. Forget the 3rd floor.
3. You can never see over a crowd unless you are right up front.
4. In church for instance, no matter where you sit unless it is the front row, the tallest person around will find the seat right in front of you.
5. The ridicule is endless.
6. Finding pants to fit my short legs is virtually impossible these days unless they are in the Petite department and then they cost a fortune. I have never understood how they can charge more for less material.
7. Others with long legs should stay out of my car. They move the seat so far back and fail to move it back where I need it.  Don’t drive my car. It is too small for tall people.

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8. Randy Newman‘s song “Short People” is the worst song ever recorded.  It became a hit during my college days; many thought it was funny to sing it to me over and over. I did not think it was funny.
9. I never made the basketball team. In fact, no one ever asked me to play basketball.
10. Short people are asked to look under furniture to find things. It is assumed we are closer to the floor therefore we should be subjected to the vermin under the couch?

You are probably wondering why I have brought this to your attention not that you really care but I need to express my heartfelt feelings about this. This is my blog so I can do that.

God created me. Oh, you already knew that.  He created me the way I am physically which was small.  But growing up, the ridicule was constant. Short jokes, small jokes. In college my nick name was “little bit.” I often wondered why God made me smaller than most of my classmates. He knew they would make fun of me. He knew the perils I would suffer through out my life as a result of the rejection of not making the WNBA.

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Recently I thought I heard that little whisper behind my ear saying, “Accept the way you are. ” I started thinking about that. I have rejected God’s creation of me. I have complained about the many times I have to get a stool to reach the casserole dish off the top shelf of my kitchen cabinets.

I really complained when I had to squeeze the stool into my closet when I couldn’t find enough floor to sit it on. The door got in the way. The maneuvering between moving the stool to fit with the door became an all out war. By that time, I forgot what I was doing in there.

God reminded me had I been taller I would not be what he created me to be.  I wish he had told me that when I was 13. The only person shorter than me in the entire grade was a dwarf.

Now many years later and older I understand why God made me short. It doesn’t matter. That’s why.

I don’t have to be taller for God to love me more. I don’t have to be taller for God to use me. I don’ t have to be taller to pray or read the Bible. I don’t have to be taller. Period. I accept.

Isaiah 46:4 Even to your old age and gray hairs
   I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
   I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

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Blue Remnant Theology

♦God is so good. Reading a fellow blogger’s post last night I was enlightened by her view of how God shows up in everything. She used the case of how atheist/agnostics rationalize God’s creation, appearances or what one may conceive as a coincidence. Her words resonated within my soul.

Use to be for me I didn’t recognize God’s hand in my life and I was a Christian. The more time I have spent with God the more I see him in everything.  What a major difference that has made with me.

There are no coincidences. Or chances. Or luck. It has become a real pet peeve for me to hear people say, “oh, it was just luck.” UMMMMM, excuse me! NO it wasn’t!  Sometimes I think people are about as sharp as a marble. I wonder where they were when God gave out brains.

That last sentence I wrote brings me to this point. Those who claim to be atheists/agnostics are loud with their accusations of “there is no God” or “God had nothing to do with it.” Now I am aware many who live with the notion of “no God” are very intelligent. But listen to yourselves! Do you know how you sound to the rest of us? The veil is covering your sight.

Here is an example of how God works in my life. I don’t know about the rest of you but I have learned to pray about everything……This is a result of years of bad choices and decisions I made without consulting the Almighty. Sometimes I ask God if I am bothering him too much because I have a 24/7 conversation going on with multiple prayer requests, daily crisis or minute decisions like our carpet. I must admit my guilt here as I know God has a lot on his plate. Why would he even care about my carpet?

God cares about me and every detail of my life, that is why. I really love him for that.

Our carpet was cheap to start with. Whoever installed it did a lousy job. Had I been here things would have been different!  lol!

Debating spending wads of money on new carpet struck my penny-pinching lifestyle with such grief I prayed diligently about it.  Oh how I wanted new carpet, but there was a hesitation. God knew better. What is almost frightening is God even knows how miserly I am! So what did he do? He arranged for me to call the man who cleans carpet for my rental houses to give me a better deal on cleaning all the carpet that I could ever have imagined!

After cleaning it yesterday and not even thinking about this at all prior to today, I woke up this morning with the thought, “I am going to go buy a large area rug to cover the high traffic areas in the den.” Now where did that come from? Yo, brother atheist tell me?

Do you know what God did? He gave me that thought because the blue 8 X 12 square bounded carpet remnant was waiting for me at Lowe’s this morning.  It was the perfect color, size and shape to fit our den. The price was very reasonable.  And wouldn’t you know it was the only one like it.

I can hear you skeptics laughing and saying, “lady, you are crazy.” Fine. You go find your own carpet then.

This was no coincidence. Or luck. Or by chance. I’m sticking with God.