Friday, August 31, 2007


At 3:30 this morning the alarms in our building began to blare. Ric went to check what was going on and quickly returned to say that we needed to get out of the building. Outside we noticed that a construction site next door was on fire and the flames reached at least a hundred feet in the air. There were eleven fire trucks, six police cars and countless firemen and policemen. I am thankful for those men who rushed to put out the flames. If weather conditions had been different and the wind was blowing, the fire could have taken out our entire neighborhood. This picture was taken by Ric on his phone.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Dig a little deeper senator

Which one of these is not like the other, which one of these doesn't belong?

Hat tip Good As You

Monday, August 27, 2007

Can she vote?

And she didn't win? What kind of world do we live in?

Friday, August 24, 2007

Great things for a great man!

Sometimes bad things happen to good people. Sometimes great things happen to bad people. Sometimes tragic things happen to great people. And sometimes great things happen to great people.

Yesterday a great thing happened in my husband’s life. I can’t get into the details quite yet but when the ink dries I will be sure to fill you all in. But nothing short of great happened to a great man.

Friday, August 17, 2007

The measurement of grace

As a child I would frequently spend the night at my grandparents’ house along with three of my cousins who were all are around my age. Every night after a day full of playing and surely some fighting my grandmother would give us all baths, dry us off and put us in pajamas. And the pajamas were of the super-hero variety.

They were not Batman or Superman or any of the others. They were my grandfather’s old shirts. And as she would pull them over my head I could smell my grandfather’s aftershave. There was always comfort in that smell. I was the biggest little boy in the world with his shirt on.

I always knew I was growing up simply by where the lower hem of his shirt reached my body. First down to the ankles, then down to the calves, then to the knees. I measured my growth as a boy by the consistency of his size.

And in the morning we would all assemble in the breakfast room where my grandmother would have put together a veritable feast (she always made us menus the night before and we each got to check off what we wanted. And it would always be made just the way we “ordered it. Every. Single. Time!) and there would be Granddaddy, in his chair, waiting for his grandkids. And when I would reach up to give him a morning hug I would notice just how strong my Granddaddy was. I measured my strength as a boy by the consistency of his embrace.

And on Sunday mornings when he would preach he would look into the congregation and find his family. And from the pulpit he would ask us to stand. As we stood I would well up with such pride. It was my Granddaddy taking time to say hello to me. To me! I measured my pride as a boy by the consistency of his acknowledgement.

And just after 9/11/01, I went to Texas for a three week visit. My grandfather asked if he could take me to lunch. He asked me to recount what that terrible day in September was like. He was the only member of my family to do so. And as I told him the horror he listened intently and said “You’re the only person I know who was there. That took a lot of courage son. You are a strong young man. I am so proud of you”. I measured my worth as a young man by the consistency of his love.

And somewhere in the not so distant future the memories will be all I have. And the day will come and he will leave. And the chains will loosen and he will be set free from the confines of his now frail body. And the man I adored all my life will be before the God for whom he lived his life. And the gates will be open, the angels will rejoice and my grandfather will enter…measured by the consistency of His grace.

Monday, August 6, 2007

A Text (and picture) from the husband

The text that accompanied this photo sent at 7:30 read: Groovin' to tunes on the choo choo

Tomorrow I will start a six part series dedicated to the six years Ric and I will have been together (August 12th)
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