Faith's Findings

I am currently sitting in the 23rd floor balcony of the Island Tower in Gulf Shores. I can hear the crashing of the waves, the call of seagulls and the laughter of children, it's truly a number one hit! Staring out into the vastness of the ocean, I am once again in awe of my Creator. I can only see the water until it meets the horizon and the lyrics come flooding back: "Who  taught the sun where to stand in the morning?  And who told the ocean you can only come this far?  And who showed the moon where to hide till evening?  Whose words alone can catch a falling star?  The very same God That spins things in orbit Runs to the weary, the worn and the weak And the same gentle hands that hold me when I'm broken They conquered death to bring me victory" It baffles me that there's a whole other world beneath those crashing waves and I bet scientists really don't even understand the half of it.  I never feel smaller than I do when I stand at the oceans ...

I know some of you may know I am at the beach with a dear to my heart family and are probably wondering why in the world is she writing on "Grief"?  Well,  life continues to happen even when one is away from life in Louisiana. Tonight, my Hannah K. learned of a dear friend's tragic and sudden death and my heart is full. This is new territory on so many levels and as I sit on the balcony with the waves singing their melody all I can think about is the all encompassing emotion of grief. The funny thing about grief is that in the moment that time stops for one person, time does not stop for the mourners. Life goes on. Time ticks by. Tears fall and hearts break. There's no handbook on "grieving for dummies" and there's no wrong way to grieve. Everyone grieves differently. Being sensitive to needs in those times is so tough.  Sure we may be a Martha and hands on wanting to fix dinners and hold someone  and do this and that. No, that's not a b...

If you have followed my blog for the past couple of years, first let me thank you and second, you may remember a short series about “Blogging Off the Weight.” Obviously, I did not finish that series being that I am still fluffy and as you can imagine the mind battle over this screams “Failure” and “Fatty” every time I look in the mirror. I vowed to never do a series again like that because I expect perfection from myself and never like to set myself up for failure. (This is getting REAL.) I have come to the point that I am tired. I am ready to be healthy and not try to look like a model or “be skinny” rather I want to be healthy. I want to get into the habit of enjoying exercise and eating healthy and yes, losing weight will come with that. However, I cannot say diet. I cannot say my goal is to lose so many pounds by a date. While I am goal oriented, this looms over my head, I become anxious and then fail once again. So, here’s to a new approach: Philippians 4:13. I can...

(This post has been in the making for about a year and it may seem random and all over the place.)    I have heard this line enough. No, it’s not the reverse cliché you usually hear. You know the one, the "Oh, you are a great person, it’s me. REALLY, it’s me not you."........................(dramatic pause for the load of crock you are swallowing)...................Let's try this. Let's try the truth; we are both adults here right? Let's try it...say it after me..."Hey! I'm just not interested." .....And we are both still breathing, imagine that.     We are all guilty of this, myself included, this mode of making ourselves feel better for rejecting someone. Truth is, rejection is fact of life so, buck up and just say it!! Stop the bull of taking it on yourself. Buck up! "No, it’s really you. You creep me out."  (I probably should have told a lot of people this one.)     On more than one occasion I have heard different versio...

Let's face it, Louisiana gets a bad rap most of the time. Sure, we may not have it all together but show me a state that does. Having grown up in Louisiana, I may be a little partial. While I love to visit other states and every now and then I toss the idea of living elsewhere, my heart always comes back to my Louisiana and why I love her so. I could not imagine living elsewhere when football season rolled around, or even the ungodly summer heat, I think I would miss it... Ok!  maybe I wouldn't miss that as much as I would the song of a Louisiana summer night.  All this talk about my Louisiana made me want to write the things that I really love and appreciate about our state: I love the croaks and chirps on a hot summer evening, letting us all know nightfall is here. I am thrilled by the dance of the lightning bugs against the blanket of night, and the bright nightlights in the sky above. If its 65 degrees, you can bet we will have the scarves and sweaters on!...