Friday’s Status

8:29am Janet ‘s coming out of denial now…o.k., I’m really sick now. 😦 (Sniff, sniff…cough, cough).

8:37am Janet ‘s thinking, “O.k. Mucinex…do yo thang!…Is there a Dr. in da house?…I want my mommy!” 😦 (cough, cough).

8:47am Janet just remembered, “It’s FRIDAY…YAY!” Good thing ’bout being sick…MAKES  ya slow down…l’m listening to “Finding My Way Back Home” (by Lee Ann Womack). :). My boy prefers this next song…”Roll W/ Me” by Montgomery Gentry…true, it IS a cool song. 🙂 (Little Kerry & I are sharing in this experience…poor little guy’s “coughin’ his head off too.” Yep, may be taking a little trip to the Dr. again.)


**Note: Listen to Finding My Way Back Homehere and “Roll With Me” over here.

**P.S.: I like “Walk On Faith” by Mike Reid too. 🙂


Happy Friday, Y’all and God Bless!!  🙂

This Is Where I Am…

I just heard a song that describes my position so well. I’m sure I’ve probably heard it many times before, but just now, I REALLY listened. All too well, I recognize the feeling behind these lyrics. Yes, I’m at another impasse, but I don’t have to stay here. My Lord will help me use this stumbling block as a stepping stone…

As the song says, I’ve got nothing without Him. Easily distracted or not, I MUST hear His voice. Only He can show me the way…



(By: Third Day)

My life,
Has led me down the road that’s so uncertain
And now I am left alone and I am broken,
Trying to find my way,
Trying to find the faith that’s gone
This time,
I know that you are holding all the answers
I’m tired of losing hope and taking chances,
On roads that never seem,
To be the ones that bring me home

Give me a revelation,
Show me what to do
Cause I’ve been trying to find my way,
I haven’t got a clue
Tell me should I stay here,
Or do I need to move
Give me a revelation
I’ve got nothing without You
I’ve got nothing without You

My life,
Has led me down this path that’s ever winding
Through every twist and turn I’m always finding,
That I am lost again (I am lost again)
Tell me when this road will ever end

Give me a revelation,
Show me what to do
Cause I’ve been trying to find my way,
I haven’t got a clue
Tell me should I stay here,
Or do I need to move
Give me a revelation
I’ve got nothing without You
I’ve got nothing without…

I don’t know where I can turn
Tell me when will I learn
Won’t You show me where I need to go
Oh oh
Let me follow Your lead,
I know that it’s the only way that I can get back home

Give me a revelation,
Show me what to do
Cause I’ve been trying to find my way,
I haven’t got a clue
Tell me should I stay here,
Or do I need to move
Give me a revelation
I’ve got nothing without You
I’ve got nothing without You

Oh, give me a revelation…

I’ve got nothing without You
I’ve got nothing without You

**You may listen to this song here.

A Joyful Noise?– *Updated*

Today, the kiddos got to try out their new tin whistles for the first time. They just started their six weeks of music class with Mrs. Donna. Although I’m glad the kids are so excited, I must say, tin whistles aren’t exactly “headache friendly.” ;-)

This new experience for my children takes me back quite a few years. You see, my husband and I both played the clarinet for 7 yrs. through middle and high school. While my kids were testing their instruments today, I received a glimpse of what my parents experienced when I was a kid. During my evening practices at home, my clarinet and I usually found ourselves outside on the carport. My parents were happier that way…though the neighborhood pets…not so much. ;-) While I squeaked out “notes” on my instrument of torture, everywhere around, there were dogs howling in protest…expressing their great displeasure. (Poor dogs couldn’t catch a break either. Just one street up from my house, lived 2 more clarinet players and a flutist, to boot! -D )

Unfortunately, it actually took me the full seven years of Band to become a half-way decent clarinet player. Even though I love music, and I’m a pretty good singer, the clarinet was just not my forte. …And no, believe me, I’m not being hard on myself…just honest! -D While my husband Scott was consistently one of the best…I was…well…NOT!

But, ya know what? As I ponder these memories, I’m struck with an interesting and wonderful revelation. At our own appointed times, when each of the saved reach Heaven, we will witness glorious, majestic music…Like none we’ve ever heard before. As we sing beautiful praises to our King forevermore, there will be no howls of protest! All that we’ll hear for eternity, will be but “a joyful noise!”


  • Psalms 95:1 KJV

    O come , let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.

  • Psalms 98:4 KJV

    Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all the earth: make a loud noise , and rejoice , and sing praise.

  • Psalms 98:6 KJV

    With trumpets and sound of cornet make a joyful noise before the LORD, the King.

Five years…

…Yes, almost five years ago, my son was born, and once again my life was changed forever. Tomorrow is my little Kerry’s birthday. He was born at 10:31 p.m. on September 25th, 2003 (only 25 hours after my water broke!). He had a very rough beginning…


When Kerry was born, he was unresponsive, limp, and gray. While witnessing the frightened look on the doctor’s face, my husband held back the tears. Baby Kerry was promptly whisked out of the room, as the doctor went out to call the pediatrician. The next time I saw little Kerry, he was attached to all kinds of tubes. His face was covered with some sort of breathing apparatus, and he was hooked up to a couple different IVs and monitors.

The next thing I knew, my son was being transported to another hospital. I was told not to worry, yet how was that entirely possible? However, I thank the Lord for the special peace He gave me, as my husband and I prayed with my father-in-law. Even though things looked pretty bleak, I knew that Kerry would be alright (God assured me in my heart).

Although God had given me peace, things were still incredibly difficult. I cried when I couldn’t be with little Kerry. I cried when I couldn’t hold him. Scott and I both felt so helpless and confused at the fact that our baby couldn’t eat on his own at first. I remember thinking that it didn’t make sense to me, because all babies are born knowing how to eat. However, little Kerry was so weak and exhausted that all he wanted to do was sleep. In fact, every night at the hospital, Scott and I took turns force-feeding our little baby. Around the clock, Scott and I would feed Baby Kerry tiny amounts of formula. It was painful to have to make him stay awake to eat, but obviously, we had no choice.

However, it wasn’t long before Kerry showed his fighting spirit! Within the first week, Kerry improved so much that we were able to take him home. Then, after another week or two, Kerry was off of the special light for jaundice. Today, one would never know what a rocky beginning little Kerry had. I am so thankful to God!


I just never imagined such difficulties with little Kerry’s birth. Of course, as it turns out, Kerry has been unpredictable to me ever since! When he was really little, I never knew what wild, adventurous thing he might try next. Little Kerry showed me right away that he had a mind of his own, and he still keeps me on my toes! He’s independent, head-strong, clever, determined, creative, and just a wee-bit mischievous. (O.k., not just a wee-bit…more like EXTREMELY mischievous!)

Kerry’s also a sweet boy, who loves to give me flowers. He loves his family very much, and he doesn’t like to be separated from any of us. Kerry often expresses how much he enjoys having us all together. When he was really little, he would cry for his daddy when Scott was at work. Even now, Kerry still tells me how much he misses Daddy during the day.

He also loves to snuggle with me before bed-time. In fact, he looks forward to our special time every night. Around 8:00 p.m., he usually announces, “Mommy, it’s our snuggling time!” I’ll sit down in the old, worn recliner, and he jumps up and wiggles his little backside right into place. He pulls a blanket up over us, lays his head on my shoulder, and holds my hand.

Kerry also not only looks up to and admires his sister Sarah, but he just adores her. He misses her so much whenever she goes anywhere without him. There’s no one he’d rather play with, and no one’s opinion means more!


As I mentioned earlier, Kerry is mischievous and unpredictable. He’s also very sneaky and curious; all of which can be a scary combination! -D Quite often, even when he’s not doing something dangerous, he’s still challenging the rules. I learned early on to quickly check on Kerry when he suddenly disappeared. (He’s always been very good at sneaking off.) So many times, I’ve felt my heart leap up into my throat out of fear for my little boy! He’s also very good at hiding, and he has a special knack for finding small, inconspicuous places.

Kerry also just seems to enjoy finding unique places to sit and relax, which can sometimes actually be amusing. The places he chooses are interesting to me and have often surprised me. Below are a few pics to show you what I mean:


Kerry in the sink…

…In the laundry basket…

…In the dog kennel:


*(Other places not pictured include: inside the dryer, kitchen cabinets, and the clothes hamper.) -D


Kerry is also VERY observant. He definitely watches EVERYTHING we do or say. Nothing seems to escape his notice; he is even very discerning of true attitudes, motivations, etc. Therefore, Scott and I better be particularly careful about our actions!


So, whenever I hear the song “Watching You” by Rodney Atkins, I just can’t help but think of my little Kerry. I also think of Kerry and his daddy, because he is such a “Daddy’s boy.” (Scott’s not perfect, though he loves to claim otherwise! -D However, thankfully, he doesn’t have a habit of saying four-letter words! Oh, and also, by the way, Kerry LOVES chicken nugget Happy Meals! Just check out these lyrics:)


Watching You

Artist: Rodney Atkins

Drivin’ through town just my boy and me
With a Happy Meal in his booster seat
Knowin’ that he couldn’t have the toy ‘til his nuggets were gone.
A green traffic light turned straight to red
I hit my brakes and mumbled under my breath.
His fries went a flyin’, and his orange drink covered his lap
Well, then my four year old said a four letter word
It started with “S” and I was concerned
So I said, “Son, now where’d you learn to talk like that?”

He said, “I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?
I’m your buckaroo, I wanna be like you.
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.
We got cowboy boots and camo pants
Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad?
I want to do everything you do.
So I’ve been watching you.”

We got back home and I went to the barn
I bowed my head and I prayed real hard
Said, “Lord, please help me help my stupid self.”
Just this side of bedtime later that night
Turnin’ on my son’s Scooby-Doo night-light.
He crawled out of bed and he got down on his knees.
He closed his little eyes, folded his little hands
Spoke to God like he was talkin’ to a friend.
And I said, “Son, now where’d you learn to pray like that?”

He said, “I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?
I’m your buckaroo, I want to be like you.
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.
We like fixin’ things and holding Momma’s hand
Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad?
I want to do everything you do; so I’ve been watching you”

With tears in my eyes I wrapped him in a hug.
Said, “My little bear is growin’ up.”
And he said, “But when I’m big I’ll still know what to do.”

“‘Cause I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?
I’m your buckaroo, I want to be like you.
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.
By then I’ll be strong as superman
We’ll be just alike, hey, won’t we dad
When I can do everything you do.
‘cause I’ve been watchin’ you.”
hey yeah
uh huh


**Note: You may listen to the above song here.

**P.S.: Like I stated earlier, Scott and I both have to be careful of our actions! I don’t know if Scott’s prayed that exact prayer, “Lord please help me help my stupid self,” but I sure have!


To my little Kerry, I just want to say:

I love you very, very much!! Happy Birthday, Kerry!!

Seven Years

…of Sarah Beth! Like my mother-in-law often asks, “Just what did you do before having children?” In a way, I do feel like my life really began after having my kiddos. My children have certainly added such joy and depth to my life…and they have introduced me to a totally different way of living. My life has never been the same since, and it is truly changed forever…

Yes, tomorrow, my Sarah will be 7 yrs. old. In a way, I’ve felt every minute of the last several years, while at the same time, it has gone by soooo very fast! (Yeah, I don’t understand that either!) When I ponder these years with Sarah, I can’t help but think back to that very first night…

Sarah was born at 4:01 p.m. on July 23rd, 2001. I remember being so excited to finally get some time alone with my new baby girl…just she and I and some quality bonding time. That night, sitting there holding my baby close, I was so inexplicably full of joy! I felt like I could just hold her forever. In fact, I didn’t particularly like it when the nurses came to take her back to the nursery. They told me that I needed to get some rest, and they would bring her back to me in a couple of hours. However, it wasn’t long before I was calling them back asking for Sarah. This went on all night…the nurses would come to take her, and before the allotted time was up, I was calling them again. Even though I was thoroughly exhausted, I was just too excited to sleep (yes, I have learned since that night that sleep is very important and almost sacred! ;-) ) A while back I told Sarah about that first night, and she has asked me several times since to share it again.


When I think of Sarah, I also can’t help but think about the following saying: “A stranger is a friend you just haven’t met yet!” You see, truly, I am not exaggerating when I state that Sarah makes a friend EVERYWHERE we go! In fact, a couple of the friends whom Kerry and I have made are really due to Sarah’s friendliness with others! As a Christian, who believes that my family and I need to share the good news with others, I have also been surprised at what a witness Sarah is to people. (I remember thinking “How will I be able to share Christ with others, while I’m just here at home?“) Well, Sarah talks to people at the grocery store, the park, the dollar store, the library, the pet shop, McDonald’s, Burger King, etc., etc., etc. Without even trying to, Sarah just ends up sharing the Lord with people. She talks about the Lord and church, she invites people to church, she sings about God…

Sarah also just has a natural charisma and joy that she can’t help but show. She truly cares deeply about other people. She can be quite empathic and understanding. Sarah is also quite honest with people, and she tells things “like it is.”

I just love to watch how she draws others out of their shells. I’ll see other kids acting very shy and timid, and at first are often very “taken aback” and overwhelmed by Sarah. However, usually, it isn’t long before she manages to put other kids at ease and have them playing with her like they’ve known her forever!

I suppose it’s definitely no secret that I dearly love and cherish my little girl. I admire her too…things that I see in her that I would love to develop in myself! Of course, I know I’m especially partial, and I don’t mean to just be going on and on about my child. Sarah isn’t perfect, but she is a wonderful blessing from the Lord, and I thank God for her and for both of my children.


To my Sarah Beth I just want to say:

I love you soooo very much! Happy Birthday, Sarah Beth!!!


I dedicate the following song to Sarah. This song is appropriately entitled Seven Years. Every time I hear this song, I picture Sarah. Even though she’s not often alone (as the song mentions)…from time to time, she does go out in the backyard by herself. She is like our “Backyard Evangelist and Praise and Worship Leader!” Believe me, she serenades half the neighborhood, but not a single person has ever complained! -D


“Seven Years”

By: Norah Jones

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone

Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she’ll sing her song to anyone
that comes along

Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin’ to the ground
Without a sound

Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That’s all her own

Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she’s all alone


**Please listen to the above song here.

**Update: Please note that the above link is not to the best recording, sound mix, etc. This song of Norah’s is of course much clearer and balanced on her C.D.


It’s O.k.

Yeah, it’s alright. It’s only the world.


Yesterday, I got a little time to myself.  No hubby, no kids.  No “Mommy, Mommy!”  (I mean, don’t get me wrong, I dearly love my husband and kids, but I could use a break every few months!)

After some quality “R and R,”  I  did something I hadn’t done in quite a while.   I cut loose from the worries and stresses of life for a few minutes and had a little dance session!  I turned up the music, danced around, and sang to the top of my lungs!  It felt so liberating!  There was no one there to laugh at me, no one there trying to be heard over the music, and no one there competing for my attention.  Nope, it was just me and the tunes.  (Well, I take that back…the dog was there, but she didn’t care.  She raised her head a little, looked at me like I’d finally lost it, and then she went back to sleep).


Only The World

By: Mandisa

Been a hard one
Been a bad one
Been a tough one
Been a sad one
It’s been just one of those days
That keeps chipping away at my heart
Nothin’ new here
It’s what I do here
It’s a stereotypical day in the life
I’m surrounded by all of the pain and the strife
But I know it’s alright

‘Cause it’s only the world I’m living in
It’s only today I’ve been given
There ain’t no way I’m giving in
‘Cause it’s only the world
I know the best is still yet to come
‘Cause even when my days in the world are done
There’s gonna be so much more than only the world for me

Anybody, do you hear me?
Do you feel me?
I mean do you feel me?
I know I’m not the only one wearing the weight of this world
We got problems, said it’s alright
Just remember, yeah it’s alright
Take a good look around
We’re just stuck on the ground for a little while
Don’t it make you smile

Heaven is a place
Where the tears on every face will be wiped away
Oh and I can’t wait to go
But for now, it’s enough to know
This is only temporary


**Note: You can listen to this song here.

A Little Rain…

…is necessary and inevitable. Yes, into every life, a little rain must fall.

Grand Canyon Thunderstorm

However, we must not get lost in the despair of the storm, but instead look forward in hope for the sunshine that will follow. The rain won’t last forever…the sun will shine again.

We cannot feel the peace within the midst of the storm if we do not seek Him. Also, when the sun does return, we will not see it if we keep the shades drawn. We won’t feel the sun’s warmth radiating if we keep our door closed and never go outside. Likewise, we must keep our hearts open and receptive in order to experience the future good…

The Rainy Day

By: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

**Note: (I found the above poem here and the photos in this post were found here.



Yes, the rain will come. There’s no doubt about that. However, we can find healing, peace, and comfort, even in the midst of it.


Healing Rain

By: Michael W. Smith

Healing rain is coming down
It’s coming nearer to this old town
Rich and poor, weak and strong
It’s bringing mercy, it won’t be long

Healing rain is coming down
It’s coming closer to the lost and found
Tears of joy, and tears of shame
Are washed forever in Jesus’ name

Healing rain, it comes with fire
So let it fall and take us higher
Healing rain, I’m not afraid
To be washed in Heaven’s rain

Lift your heads, let us return
To the mercy seat where time began
And in your eyes, I see the pain
Come soak this dry heart with healing rain

And only You, the Son of man
Can take a leper and let him stand
So lift your hands, they can be held
By someone greater, the great I Am

Healing rain, it comes with fire
So let it fall and take us higher
Healing rain, I’m not afraid
To be washed in Heaven’s rain

To be washed in Heaven’s rain…

Healing rain is falling down
Healing rain is falling down
I’m not afraid
I’m not afraid…


…For he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.” –Matthew 5:45


**Note: See Healing Rain by Michael W. Smith