What am I?

Hard shell. Soft shell. Molded plastic. Plastic-coated cardboard.

Their telltale shape declares what magic they contain. The gentle feminine curves revealing the carrier to be musically inclined.

I’ve seen them in cars, restaurants, airplanes. In all varieties of travel. I have seen them being held by the handle, cross shoulder by the strap, worn as a backpack.

As a child I remember my mom’s clearly. The small hinges intriguing to my small fingers, I would unclasp the buckles, one at a time. Sometimes I would forget the one on the bottom curve. Why won’t you open? Then my little mind would grasp my omission and I would unbuckle the last causing the case to open.

What was inside?


First, a big, wooden curved instrument. Pleasing prospect, the case matches its occupant. Delicate strings adorning its face. Gut or metal both able to resonate the notes needed. Plink! goes the string as I pinch one. I strum across the face, a nice tone emits.

Removing the instrument reveals a small hidden door. I lift it. Inside lurks extra strings. Aw, more treasure, some picks. Little plastic novelties. I choose one based on size and color. I run it across the strings, another soft strum occurs.

So much promise contained within a guitar case.



And she realizes she is 14.



One of her birthday wishes was for a working manual typewriter. The other, whether she knew it or not, was for a small baby blue Fujifilm Instax Mini-8 Instant Film Camera. Her mom and sisters were pretty certain this item was a must have for any young girl turning 14. It ranked up there with finger nail polish, a cute swimsuit  & bands for her latest hobby.

Her nod to the past when life was a little slower paced. She’s the type who enjoys being a girlie tomboy playing in a treehouse, reading books in the pool, giggling with friends on the trampoline. Fireflies fascinating in the background, that’s what it is to be 14 and not quite grown up…yet.

When I was fourteen, it was the summer of 1983. I too, had a film camera, my Mom’s old manual clacker and life was fair. My best friend was about to move overseas, a move I was not in favor of. Change was in the air. I had graduated from East Jr. High in Ponca City, and would begin the longer daily hike to Po-Hi, where it actually was uphill and downhill a few times.

I would look at my sister’s Seventeen magazine with curiosity. My friends were beginning to show interest in make up.

My sister had preceded me by two grades and I would come to find that at a bigger school I would rarely run into my sibling unless it was planned and protocol.

My daughters are together a lot. They even seem to like each other on occasion. The oldest is 27, the youngest now 14. Four girls spanning over fourteen years. One boy interjected in the middle like a lone masculine title sandwiched between feminine book ends. I’ve always said that would make him a better, more understanding husband.

But this isn’t about him, it is about her. The baby in the family and the gift she is to us.

We do thank God for you, sweet girl.  Happy 14! May you ever find His favor! : )




live like we are

live like we are


Top ten ways to live life as though you were at the beach:

  1. awaken with a sense of adventure
  2. take a friend by the hand and go look for treasures along the shore
  3. begin the day with thanksgiving and awe at the beauty of His creation
  4. inhale deeply, exhale slowly
  5. enjoy the freedom in Christ that is your gift from Him
  6. love deeply
  7. learn to surf the waves of life, realizing that being capsized is part of the ride, get back on quickly
  8. beware of the sharks that would devour your peace and joy
  9. watch out for the undertow, i.e. bitterness, envy, gossip
  10. immerse yourself in His forgiveness that you may extend it to others

The Best, Oswald Chambers, 1893


(beauty in the mundane, 2014)




Nearer than Home and than dearest,

Nearer than near or than nearest;

Nearer than breath,

Nearer than death

Is the sweet spirit of Jesus.


Dearer than all that is nearest,

Dearer than dear or than dearest,

Dearer than sight,

Dearer than light

Is the communion with Jesus.

The Compass

Before the world began, before you had a form,

The Lord had thought of you and in His world you grew.

He bore you ever along.


In your dear sweet heart, He planted a lovely song.

He sings of redemption, forgiveness & new birth,

He keeps loving you along.


So whether the weather is friend or foe,

turn you compass Christward for He is faithful friend,

He will guide you along.

To Grace, a beautiful young lady, awesome sister, good friend and most importantly, daughter of the King. I am excited to see what God has planned for your life!

Congratulations on your graduation today!

I love you,


Sweet Truth Tuesday

Last week, the night before the accident, we were attending Hannah’s friends’ wedding.  The pastor who married them took the verse below and did something I had never heard done before, but that struck me with its beauty and truth. I believe he only did from verse four on, but I am backing up to number one.


1 Corinthians 13
Pastor Randy’s paraphrased version
1 If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have Jesus, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have Jesus, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have Jesus, I gain nothing.

4 Jesus is patient, Jesus is kind. He does not envy, He does not boast,He is not proud. 5 He does not dishonor others, He is not self-seeking, He is not easily angered, He keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Jesus does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 He always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8 Jesus never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is Jesus.