There’s Something about that name

Every day at naptime and bedtime, the peanut has a real struggle going to sleep. She fights it and, to say the least, is not happy about it. So, we’ve created a routine that we turn the lights off, grab her baby and bankie (blanket) and cuddle up with her in the chair and sing praise and worship songs to her. It’s always just been a sweet time of worshipping God and thanking Him for the good things in our lives.

One of the songs I sing to her is There’s Just Something About That Name. An old song I learned many many moons ago when I was a little girl. For those who don’t know it, it goes, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, There’s just something about that name. Master, Saviour, Jesus, like the fragrance after the rain. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, let all heaven and earth proclaim, Kings and kingdoms will all pass away, but there’s something about that name.”

Well the other day as I sat singing to her, she sweetly looked up at me and said, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.” So, I started singing the song to her and you can not imagine how my heart melted when as I sang to her the words, “Master, Saviour, Jesus.” came out of that child’s mouth. I cry even now as I think of it.

Thank you Jesus, that you are already placing a love for you in my child’s heart. Thank you for answering and hearing our prayers. My own heart sings out to you, my wonderful Jesus!


How Great is Our God

Do you ever just hear a song and it touches to your very core?  Yeah, me too.  Well last week I went to my parent’s church and these two high school girls got up and sang this song.  One of them struggled through on guitar as they sang.  It was beautiful.

Present day martyrs

I cannot believe I had not heard this story before today. In recent news I’ve heard about Halle Berry getting pregnant by her boyfriend, Britney Spears losing custody of her kids and Keifer Sutherland getting another DUI. Yeah, that’s what is important in our world.

On September 28th in Kano, Nigeria in a school of an estimated 1,500 muslims and maybe a dozen Christians, one Christian student was accused of drawing a cartoon of Muhammed on the wall of the school. Mind you there are Muslims at prayer at all times in this school and not really a feasible way that any person would have had opportunity to do this, but that is the accusation.

As a result, at least 10 (possibly more as there is an apparent government cover up of the situation), Christians were killed in the streets of Kano. Another 61 are reported injured. All of the Christian churches were torched and destroyed. Many, many Christian homes were destroyed as well. Preachers and servicemen trying to help out the Christians were arrested.

This is what is going on in our world today.

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Three Wooden Crosses

I don’t normally listen to country music but when I was on the way to Storytime at the library today I was flipping through the stations and just happened to land on the local one.  A familiar tune came over the waves followed by a song I’d not heard before.  I almost flipped the station as it sounded a little old fashioned which I am usually not interested in.  I’m glad I didn’t because the song’s words were really amazing.  The name of the song is Three Wooden Crosses and it’s sung by Randy Travis.  Here are the words:

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin’ on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One’s headed for vacation, one for higher education,
An’ two of them were searchin’ for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An’ eighteen wheelers can’t stop on a dime.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there’s not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it’s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It’s what you leave behind you when you go.

That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an’ love for growin’ things in his young son’s heart.
An’ that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to give ’em all a better start.
An’ that preacher whispered: “Can’t you see the Promised Land?”
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker’s hand.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there’s not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it’s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It’s what you leave behind you when you go.

That’s the story that our preacher told last Sunday.
As he held that blood-stained bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said: “Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an’ the preacher;
“Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
“Who read it to me.”

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there’s not four of them, now I guess we know.
It’s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It’s what you leave behind you when you go.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway.

I was thinking how true the words are really to this song.  Life is so short and fleeting and only what we do on this side of eternity really matters.  What are you going to leave behind?

My heart is steadfast O God, my heart is steadfast. I will sing and make music.  I will praise you, O Lord, among the nations; I will sing of you among the peoples.  For great is your love, reaching to the heavens; your faithfulness reaches to the skies.  Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth.  Psalm 57:7-11.


Prayer please!

Please pray for my friends, Dave and Manna, who delivered quintuplets…yes, quints!!…at 28 weeks tonight. They are amazing people who we met through our first Hungary mission trip and I’m sure they would covet any prayers you could send.

You can visit their blog and send well wishes at

Have a great night all!


Do you know the Pearl Jam song that is the title of this post? I really like that song, the concept is not so terrific, but for some reason the song is very catchy.

Anyway, about a week ago Michael and I finally found out the name of the company that makes these business card sized tracts. They are really neat because they are easy to hand out and they are interesting with questions and quizzes on the front and then gospel message on the back.

Pretty cool and so they are really easy to hand out to people. I don’t know why but the bulky three page tracts with a picture of Jesus bleeding on the front were just so hard to look at much less give to someone. I would have felt like a Bible beater, which, of course, is my own issue.

Anyway, we ordered some last week and they came in within days of our order. I had actually prayed they would come in the day we went to KY and they sure did! I don’t think that would be a prayer God would not want to honor somehow! 🙂 Anyway, we just started handing them out to people and couldn’t believe how easy it was!

Yesterday I went downtown to meet my dad and sister for lunch and just as we sat down I took five tracts to neighboring tables and gave them to five people. How awesome that I got to share my faith yesterday!

On to the point…as the peanut and I were loading up in the car to leave I noticed three young ladies, taking a break behind the restaraunt. I really felt like I should go over and give them all tracts too but they were about a hundred yards away and we were getting in the car and going, I justified to myself. As we were pulling out of the parking lot the song, In My Daughter’s Eyes by Martina McBride came on. It starts out, “In my daughter’s, I am a hero.” All I could think is how I wanted her to see me and how I wanted her to know what was truely important to our family. I knew I had to turn the car around. So humbling, but I did and I tell you it really felt good. I have no idea if it meant anything to any of those girls but I prayed for them and I did what God asked me to. I did what I could. And that, feels really good.

The body

When I was growing up I attended a church that I just loved. We were there from birth to fourteen when my mom get remarried and I was swooped to a home five hours away. So, we started going to another church. I fell in love with the people there eventually too. I attended until I was 20 and moved to the city. That was the church I got married in and still go back to every chance I get. About and a half later, I finally discovered the church in the city I would call home for the next 8 years. I loved the music, the preaching, the missions…so many things. Two years ago we decided when we moved across town to visit another church. Since then I’ve fallen in love with the people here, they are so warm and welcoming. It’s a small church where you feel like you know everybody and the preaching is very theologically sound.

All this to say, each of these churches holds a special place in my heart. Over the years I have gone back and visited them and wished I could be part of them again. I so desired that sweet fellowship that I once experienced in each of those places and it was a sort of coming home to visit those spaces again.

It was no different this past Sunday as I visited my last church. We had a Hungary missions thing to go to so we decided to just go to the service too. How wonderful to see so many friends that I hadn’t seen in so long. New lives had been born since I was there and there were many other changes to catch up with. How I longed to be there with them again! Don’t get me wrong, I know where I am is exactly where God wants me to be and I love my church, I just miss these dear sweet Saints.

Suddenly I began to realize just a little piece of what heaven was going to be like. I would no longer have to long for the prescence of these sweet people who shared my love of Jesus because they would be there with me! Oh, what a day, what a place, what a Savior!!