Archives for October 2010

Oct 29

The House That Built Me

This is “The House That Built Me.”  I did most of my growing up here.  I lived here, on Old Post Road in Charlotte, NC from age 9 until I got married at age 23. And even after that, Mom was here so me, Jeff, and the kids returned many times.  I did many things in this house:

~I decorated 25 Christmas trees here.

~I found Easter eggs in this yard. So did my kids.

~I got my first perm in this house. (and I looked like the perfect poodle!)

~(Ashamedly) I put my sister in the dryer and turned it on in this house. (If I’d known how horrible this was I never would have done it….I thought it was funny at the time.)

~I buried one of my favorite dogs here.  Coco, a sweet black toy poodle…I loved this doggie for 14 years.

~I learned how to cut the grass here.

~I had my first broken heart here.

~I learned how to cook and clean here.

~I went to high school right behind this house.

~I built my 1st snowman here.

~My husband (then boyfriend) threw rocks at my bedroom window in this house.

~My kids played in the backyard and got close to their MaMaw in this house.

~My mother became the single most influential, inspirational, and admirable woman to me in this house.

~I accepted Christ in the den of this house while watching The PTL Club. Yes, Tammy Faye led me to Jesus. And I am forever grateful.

~And so much more….

Have you heard the song with this title?  It’s sung by country singer Miranda Lambert.  The beginning of the song goes like this:


I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feeling
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me


I have so many memories from my house on Old Post Road.  Some of who I am today is because of my life on Old Post Road.

Thursday night, my husband and I drove by this house.  Our 2nd son, Hayden, was playing football on our high school football field, only he was on the other team.  In case you haven’t noticed this about me, I’m a bit nostalgic, quite emotional, and I treasure the memories in my life!  Going back and seeing my childhood home and my high school where I made so many friends, danced on that field (drill team…called Lettergirls at my school), joined clubs, felt accepted, loved life, laughed a lot, etc etc….oh my gosh, I was a basket case!!!!  A good basket case though!

There are so many details of life that participate in the make up of who we are today. Don’t take any small detail for granted. The good, the bad, the happy, the sad.

6619 Old Post Road was the house that built me.  Makes me cry bittersweet tears.  What house built you?

Oct 27

Always Has Been. Always Will Be.

I have something good for you today.  Apply it to yourself as you read it because that’s who it is meant for.

1~O Lord, you have searched me (examined my heart) and you know me. (everything about me~and You still love me anyway).

2~You know when I sit and when I rise; You perceive my thoughts from afar. (nothing escapes You, You know my every move and thought~and You still love me anyway.)

3~You chart the path ahead of me and tell me when to stop and rest. Every moment You know where I am. (I am never alone.)

4~Before a word is on my tongue You know it completely, O Lord.

5~You both precede and follow me (You are behind me and in front of me). You place Your hand of blessing on my head. (I am covered completely by You…to the front, to the back, and above…so what do I ever have to fear?)

Psalm 139:1-5, NIV and NLT Combo

This passage of Scripture is one I often turn to when I don’t know where else to turn. It’s familiar to me and provides me with the comfort and assurance I am looking for, no matter what the situation.

I’ll never forget when Dylan was starting Kindergarten. He didn’t want to go to school. He liked being home with Mommy…and truly Mommy liked him being home.  The morning of the first day of school he cried and cried. Actually he wailed. He was scared to leave the comfort of home. He was afraid he wouldn’t make friends. He was nervous about learning new things.  Psalm 139:5 got him through.  We read it together and he said, “Wow Mommy. When I’m standing in line at school today, God will be the One in front of me and behind me. And His hand will be on my head.”  “Sure enough Dylan, that’s true, He always has been there. He always will be there. Today and everyday.”  Off he went to school, content that God would get him through.  That was seven years ago.  I’m happy to say Dylan doesn’t cry before school anymore :)

One of the things I love most about the verses in Psalm 139 is the assurance that God loves us NO MATTER WHAT.  He’s with us NO MATTER WHAT. And that’s despite what we do, think, or say. He knows it all and He’s still there.

We are accepted and loved by God. Always have been. Always will be.  And He’s right there with us. Always has been. Always will be.

Carry that with you today and be blessed.

Oct 18

Can I Be Honest With You?

Of course I can.  If you’ve ever read my blog before, you know that what you see is what you get. I’m just an everyday ordinary  Carolina girl with her share of life struggles and blessings. Nothing extra special or stand outish about me.  And I like it that way.

It’s been another typical week in life. A doctor visit for psoriasis treatment. A death in the family of a very close friend. A football game. Working concessions at another football game…I can serve some mean nachos by the way. A soccer game. An overnight trip with my family to attend a funeral. Laundry. Laundry. Grocery shopping. Laughter. Tears. And more laundry.

Just last week, I found myself saying on more than one occasion, “There has got to be more to life than this.”  I was referring to the everyday tasks that seem to have no end.  It seems like life is just one task after another from sun up to sun down, only to go to bed, wake up and do it all over again. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired and overwhelmed. Lately there is no decision making involved in my life because there is too much that I have to do.  Please don’t think I’m ungrateful. I’m not. In fact, I wouldn’t trade the reasons I have all these tasks for anything in the world. I suspect that most women are overworked. And the ones who aren’t usually wish they had more to do! I talked to one friend last week who is bored with life. We laughed because she wanted what I had and I wanted what she had. Are we never satisfied I ask you?  ha ha, I guess we never will be until we get to Heaven. Speaking of Heaven….

An amazing man began his journey there last Thursday. Tom Oliver, the step father (although he was more like a real father) to one of my best friends, found out just 3 weeks ago that he had cancer. He was a wonderful husband, father, grandfather, and friend to all who knew him. Just a month ago, he was traveling with his beautiful wife, clueless that his body was beginning to shut down. It was a shock, but not a devastation. After attending Tom’s funeral and talking with the people who knew him best I left with a fresh look and a new appreciation of life. Tom was not afraid to die and he was grateful for the life he had lived. It was bitter sweet. The tears were purely selfish; he will be sorely missed. There will be a void in the lives of his loved ones, especially his wife and kids. But I also witnessed a celebration. A celebration of a life well lived and a celebration of a life now lived in eternity with God.

Today, I am not viewing my life as a series of tasks. Although, the tasks continue, for today I am grateful. My heart is beating and I am alive. That must mean the Lord has plans for me. Who can I invest in today? That’s how I will view my tasks. They are investments I’m making in others. They are blessings. If one “task” was removed, there would be a void.  Not to say that a cleaning lady is welcome to enter my life any time, but until that happens, I will gratefully clean the toilets, wash the clothes, go to work, etc and do it all over again. My mindset is what needs to change, not my life.

Just being honest, I want an easier life. Just being honest, I’m thankful for the life I’ve been given. Just being honest, I am blessed.

Love and Blessings,