Rejoice! Rejoice!

I sit here in the stillness, gazing at the white lights on the Christmas tree… I’m filled w/ peace, hope, joy, and wonder. The song that comes to my heart is: “Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel…Shall come to thee, O Israel.”

These Thousand Hills

This is a song I uploaded on Face-book a while back. It’s one of many by Third Day that speaks to my soul. I am also touched by this You-Tube video by New Beginnings Chapel. Hope you will be as well.


Not Your Typical…

…Wedding Guest Interview


As many of you know, my hubby, Scott has a second job. He is also a videographer for Chestnut Photography in his “spare time.” Anyway, he has done oodles of wedding videos, but for a family member, he also made this additional bloopers video. I think it’s pretty cute and funny. Well, o.k., actually, it really cracks me up!  Hope you enjoy! 🙂

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.

Sing, Walk, Dance, and Pray…

…those silly old blues away!


Tuesday evening, the kids and I went for a walk around the neighborhood and then to the nearby community park. We’ve been sticking close to home the last couple of days, and we haven’t seen much of Scott. He’s been at the hospital with his dad and mom most of the time. [ We thank the Lord that his dad did well after the 2 procedures, and the doctor was able to open up the blocked arteries. (For more info., see the prayer page, here.) I’m glad that Scott has been able to be there for his parents.]

I was feeling even better after our walk. It’s very important for me to get regular exercise, not only for my physical health, but also for my mental outlook! [ Some issues had been weighing on my heart and mind the last few days. Monday, I had to go off one of my medications (which always has a huge effect on me–I’ll have to explain more about that in another post). We’ve all been concerned about Kerry, Scott’s dad. Then, as I mentioned earlier, Scott hasn’t been here much lately, and the kids and I miss him horribly when he’s not here.]

Anyway, the kids and I thoroughly enjoyed our walk and play-time at the park. We stayed at the park for about an hour–of course, the kids would have stayed longer, but I wanted to return before dark! When we got back, I enjoyed some Christian tunes, as I worked on a couple of household chores. I listened to a song I hadn’t heard in a while that really brought me some cheer and joy. It’s just a light-hearted, fun song…


Big House (My Father’s House)

By: Audio Adrenaline

I don’t know where you lay your head
Or where you call your home
I don’t know where you eat your meals
Or where you talk on the phone
I don’t know if you got a cook
A butler or a maid
I don’t know if you got a yard
With a hammock in the shade

I don’t know if you got some shelter
Say a place to hide
I don’t know if you live with friends
In whom you can confide
I don’t know if you got a family
Say a mom or dad
I don’t know if you feel love at all
But I bet you wish you had

Come and go with me
To my Father’s house
Come and go with me
To my Father’s house

It’s a big big house
With lots and lots a room
A big big table
With lots and lots of food
A big big yard
Where we can play football
A big big house
Its my Father’s house

Ibidibidee bop bop bow whew! yeah!

All I know is a big ole house
With rooms for everyone
All I know is lots a land
Where we can play and run
All I know is you need love
And I’ve got a family
All I know is you’re all alone
So why not come with me?

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**You may listen to this song here.

Ba ba, ba ba-ba ba…


My sweet hubby played this cute and happy ditty for me this morning. It’s such a fun little tune. When I hear this song, I just can’t help but dance around and hum along! Check out this video (and don’t be surprised if it has that effect on you too! -) ) :

A Daddy’s Love…

While Daddy’s been gone on his business trip, there’s been much crying and wailing ’round here. You see, Daddy is very involved in his kids’ lives, and he doesn’t part from us too often. Sarah and Kerry both have taken turns bursting into tears; saying they miss their daddy.

Normally, the kids whine about how strict Scott is, and every once in a while, I worry that they don’t know just how much he loves them. (Yet, at times like this, I realize that they must have some awareness, or they wouldn’t miss him so very much!) Scott can be unyielding in his discipline, but I try my best to always support him and not undermine his authority. You see, even though, I find it difficult to be as tough with the kids as I should be, I know in my heart they need “a firm hand.” I also know that Scott truly has a very, deep abiding love for them, and he disciplines them because they need it. Their daddy also has the ability to be direct and uncompromising, without yelling at them or losing control (which is quite a good thing). Anyway, I think a daddy’s love is just hard for a child to comprehend, but I do believe that Sarah and Kerry will both have a better understanding of it one day…


To me, with most any strong-held belief, there is a song that accompanies it. (Well, that also holds true for most any conviction, attitude, memory, or event–I can’t help it!) It’s as if I experience and express life through a collection of songs. (No, I’m not just trying to be melodramatic or “super-artsy -D ). When I think about a daddy’s love, I automatically think about a song I first heard when I was but a child myself:


Daddy’s Hands

By: Holly Dunn

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working ’til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love …..
In Daddy´s hands.



**Note: O.k., I admit it. I just got through watching the above video again, and I’m crying now. So, hey, will you do something for me?! Give your daddy and your husband each a call today…or say a special thanks for the father(s) in your life. [I know it’s not Father’s Day; just do it!–(I mean, please, of course! -) )]

…Yeah, and while you’re at it, say a prayer of thanks for the best Father ever–your Heavenly Father! He loves each of us more than we can ever know!

One Day At A Time

I have many posts “in the works,” but this one describes where I am at today, and it’s really not a bad place to be.  The message God has laid on my heart for today, of course, relates to a song.  (Many of you know how I am about my songs!)  -)

Anyway, as I’ve already shared with a couple of friends this morning:

I’m struggling today (physically and emotionally), while at the same time, the Lord is giving me a sweet peace.  The kids are helping me to press on today too.  It’s been a rough week in many ways (I’ll save you all the boring details).  ;-)

For now,  I just wish you a “Happy Friday,” and I leave you with the following song by Linda Randle:

Heart of Worship

It’s Sunday morning, and I have worship on my mind. Well, we need to have “a heart of worship” every day, right? When I was in Campus Crusade for Christ, we sang many, many praise songs, and they really touched my heart. Some of them came straight from the book of Psalms, and those songs sure helped me to commit several scriptures to memory.

Anyway…I love it when my heart is right, and I’m truly able to shut out everything else, and really focus on Him. Jesus is so worthy of our praise!! Hope you have a blessed worship today, and I hope and pray we all will carry it through this next week, as we live for Him!

“Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit.” Psalms 51:10-12

How Will You Spend It?

Time is something I think most all of us tend to take for granted. How do we spend our time? Doesn’t time seem to “get away” from us? Really, where does the time go?

Well, last night, I was reminded of a good song by Clint Black (from a little while back) that  addresses this issue of “time.” (For some reason, it wasn’t until I was in my thirties that I really started to appreciate some Country Music). Anyway, I have posted the song below; you may not have heard it for a while, or maybe not at all. I hope as you follow along with the lyrics and listen to this song, that you think about the gift of “time,” and remember not to stress over it, but to appreciate each and every day our good Lord gives us!


**Update: This morning when I was reading Our Daily Bread, this aspect of time was reiterated. The ending poem and last comment are as follows:

Farewell dear flowers, sweetly your time ye spent,
Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament,
And after death for cures.
I follow straight without complaints or grief,
Since if my scent be good, I care not, if
It be as short as yours.
~~George Herbert

“What wisdom in this poem! Our time, however short, may be spent “sweetly”—a sweet fragrance of Christ to others (2 Cor. 2:14-16). Should not this be our prayer each day as we arise?” — David H. Roper


Spend My Time

Artist: Clint Black

How can we know how far,
The long way can be?
Looking from where we are,
It never seemed that long to me.
I’ve many miles behind me,
Maybe not so much ahead.
It seems I made good time,
With the directions I misread.

So I’m gonna spend my time,
Like it’s going out of style.
I’m moving the bottom line,
Farther than a country mile.
I still have hills to climb,
Before I hit that wall.
No matter how much time I buy,
I can never spend it all.

Funny thing, that time:
We’re always running out.
I’m always losing mine,
There’s not enough of it about.
An’ though it’s always here,
It will always come and go.
The days become the years,
That’ll be gone before you know.

So I’m gonna spend my time,
Like it’s going out of style.
I’m moving the bottom line,
Better than a country mile.
I still have hills to climb,
Before I hit that wall.
I won’t go quietly into that dark night.
There’ll be no more burnin’ daylight.
I’ll be living in,
Every moment that I’m in.

Oh,I’m gonna spend my time,
Like it’s going out of style.
I’ll only use what’s mine,
I’ve been savin’ for a while.
I still have hills to climb,
Before I hit that wall.

No matter how much time I buy,
I can never spend it all.
No matter how much time we buy,
We can never spend it all.

I’m gonna spend my time.
I’m gonna spend my time.


**You may read today’s entire devotional (from Our Daily Bread), by clicking here.