Happy 4th of July!
If you are like me, you have lots to do today. Therefore, I am going to make this short and sweet. The 4th of July holds so many memories for me, both as a child and with my own. But instead of sharing my memories with you today, I would like you to leave a memory in the comment section or a picture on my author page on facebook. Each memory or picture will get you an entry in the give away for FREE books. I will announce the winners on Monday morning, so you have until Sunday at midnight to enter. Don’t miss out! Now, go make some memories.
Turning the calendar to May this morning, I thought it was only fitting to focus on mothers. As I have been pouring over revisions for my fiction manuscript the past several weeks, I realize how truly blessed I am. Let me try to explain what I mean. You see throughout this novel I am integrating memories and stories from my childhood and the precious women of God that I have grown up with: my great-grandma, Thompie, my sweet grandmas, Lucy and Mary, and my dear mom, Kay. These women helped to form and mold me into the woman I am today. I know that I am blessed to have grown up around such incredible women of God. Each one impressed different aspects into my life and taught me countless things, but above all their faith and love for God shone brightly. Continue reading
As I have been pouring over my fiction manuscript for the past several weeks, I realize how truly blessed I am. Let me try and explain what I mean. You see throughout this novel I am integrating memories and stories from my childhood and the precious women of God that I have grown up with: my great-grandma, Thompie, my sweet grandmas, Lucy and Mary, and my dear mom, Kay. These women helped to form and mold me into the woman I am today. I know that I am blessed to have grown up around such incredible women of God. Each one impressed different aspects into my life and taught me countless things, but above all their faith and love for God shown brightly.
To some my childhood or life in general may appear simple. However, I would not trade my close-knit family and deep-rooted faith for all the money in the world. There are some things you simply cannot put a price on.
With Mother’s Day right around the corner, I wanted to thank God for these ladies. Two have gone on to be with the Lord, but their memories are alive in my heart, as I impress what I have been taught to my own children. My precious mom is such a rock for me. Even amidst the storms of life she has stood firm.
My prayer is that my life would shine God’s light into those around me as these sweet ladies have done for me.
I would love for you to share a memory in the comment section today of your mom or grandma or perhaps there was another special woman in your life who served as this type of example for you. I would also encourage you to tell them what they mean to you and also thank God for placing you together.
You never know what each new day will bring. I was blessed to receive two treasures from my childhood this week that I hadn’t laid eyes on in close to 30 years. Even writing that, it doesn’t seem possible for it seems like just yesterday I was sitting by my grandma’s coffee table carefully playing with the bride and groom paper dolls. For those too young to know what I am talking about, paper dolls were heavy-duty cardboard people that you could dress up with an assortment of paper outfits. The outfits had tabs on the shoulders and sides of the clothes to help keep them on the dolls. I know it may sound boring to some, but I loved when Grandma would get those down for me to play with. I would spend hours changing outfits and coming up with different “stories” for my dolls to act out. Not so different from what I do in my writing these days.
The second item my dad brought to me from grandma’s house was a pink metal Tom Thumb cash register. Grandma kept it on the top shelf in her coat closet in the living room. We would go to my grandma’s house and while the adults would talk I would “set up shop” and play store on the floor of the closet. I had customers, make believe of course, that would come to my store and I was happy to add up their purchases and make change. I even made my own money, no monopoly currency here. Scraps of paper with dollar amounts scrawled on one side in my best elementary school penmanship. For coins, my grandma gave me a few buttons and I took small pieces of masking tape to distinguish one “coin” from another. I was delighted when I opened the cash drawer after all these years to find some of the play money still there just waiting to be used again.
These items are treasures that now prominently sit on display on the bookshelf in our living room. Although these items mean a great deal to me, even more than when I was a child, what I treasure most is the Christ-like example my Grandma was to me. I remember sitting at the organ singing songs from Sunday school and her taking me to church when I would spend the night with her. Even now, at 92 years old, she still shines brightly for God.
In my mind, she exemplifies the verse, “Train up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it” (Proverbs 22:6 NASB). Every time I look at these paper dolls and the little pink cash register I will be reminded of my grandma and her love for the Lord.
**I would love for you to share your own childhood memories in the comment section below.
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