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Especially Moms!

be still coverMany of us live our lives searching for our purpose, sometimes thinking surely this isn’t all there is. I’ve come to realize, yes, this is all there is, and… it’s enough. Not only is it enough, but it’s good, and whether we realize it or not, each of us is doing what God put us here to do.

We spend our whole lives wanting and trying to, be somebody. Then, at some point in our life (hopefully) we realize we are somebody and always have been. God created each of us, and He placed each and every person in our path that needed to be there for our benefit or for theirs. I contend we cannot even fathom the lives we’ve touched and the lives that have touched us as we’ve wandered this planet.

Each of us has a purpose and our lives have meaning. You are somebody! Especially you, Mom! Happy Mother’s Day!

For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. Ephesians 2:10

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I Gotta Say It Again!

When I was in high school, Mom worked various jobs; I remember once, she even worked in the lettuce fields, cleaning lettuce. The thing is; I know the only reason Mom worked at all was so we could have all the things we couldn’t have afforded otherwise. You know, letter sweaters, class rings, year books; stuff like that. And then she has the nerve to say she doesn’t think she was that good of a mom. HA! Read the rest of this entry »

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Yep, You Got That Right

Here’s another good one about my days in the cotton farming industry; I wasn’t working for Dickie Morris—see Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road, and Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road (part2)—any longer, but I was still doing the same job. I’d moved up in the world though; this was a fulltime job, living and working on one of the biggest farms in the Buckeye Valley. The owner’s name was Jewel Turner. Read the rest of this entry »

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Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road (part 2)

When I got to the gin, I forgot to check the oil; remembering at the last minute. I bailed out and checked it as fast I could, and the guy running the big suction tube was yelling at me to get to get my dang truck out of the way, as I jumped back into the driver’s seat. During harvest time, there could be a lot of trailers lined up waiting to unload, and time was money. Read the rest of this entry »

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Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road

This is another tale about yours truly, and the stunts he pulled back in the day. I had a wild streak, knew everything, and needed no instruction from the adult world. (Was anybody else like that when they were a teenager?) Well, anyway, check this out. Read the rest of this entry »

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She Raised Me Up

If any of you followed my tribute to Mom yesterday, and missed this last post, you need to read it. If you can, click on the song( You Raise Me Up ) and listen to it while you read. If it doesn’t bring a tear to your eyes, you’re a statue! (or something like that. Was I too harsh… jeez… ya just never know how people are gonna react to… oh, whatever; y’all know what I mean!) Read the rest of this entry »

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My Little Girl’s Room

I know I said all my posts today would honor my Mom, but I have to do at least one for two other very special Mother’s—my beautiful and special wife, Sherry, and her equally beautiful and special daughter, Tracey.

Sherry is, without a doubt, one of the best Mom’s I’ve had the pleasure to watch in action. That said, Tracey is following in her mom’s footsteps; she is an awesome mother to our grandchildren, Savannah and Sawyer.

I wrote the poem that follows in 1996 when Tracey was moving out—leaving the nest—for what we knew would probably be the final time. The poem is written from a mother’s perspective.

I might add, that it made the Internet rounds for a few years—maybe it still gets around some—and we know of instances, and have been told of others, when it has been recited—by tearful mother’s, no doubt—at weddings.

The poem is written in “song” format, so don’t think I’m stuttering when you come to the chorus!

I love you Sherry! And, Tracey, I’m proud of you,  and I love you, too. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Bible in the Picture

As most of you know, I published a book of daily devotionals—I prefer to call them daily encouragements—recently, and my Mom’s picture is on the cover. I published Be Still…. and know that I am God primarily as a tribute to, and a gift for, my Mother. She is one of the main reasons I write encouragements and share them with friends and family, not to mention, her prayers—all my life—have held me within shouting distance of the path God would have me walk. I firmly believe that to be true. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Special Day Above All Others

I wrote this one for Mom on Mother’s Day, 1996; it still applies today. Some things never change. Read the rest of this entry »

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We Saw it All, Mom

When I was in high school, Mom worked various jobs; I remember once, she even worked in the lettuce fields, cleaning lettuce. The thing is; I know the only reason Mom worked at all was so we could have all the things we couldn’t have afforded otherwise. You know, letter sweaters, class rings, year books; stuff like that. And then she has the nerve to say she doesn’t think she was that good of a mom. HA! Read the rest of this entry »

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