wild melody

Elizabeth to some, Betty to Grandpa, Grandma/Memaw to us kids. We were all blessed to know her. She loved her Savior. She served Him well for many years. She was a diligent prayer warrior, often waking up in the middle of the night because God laid somebody on her heart. She was strong. With quite a spunky side. (Grandpa would tease her just to draw her fire. all in good fun) She gave us alot of laughter-many times unwittingly. She cooked comfort food and coconut cake. Even while she was sick she still took care of everybody else. She was a faithful wife for almost 54years. She was a "woman who feared the Lord." {proverbs 31} Now she is home with her Savior. It's tempting to wish she'd been here for Christmas. To wonder why she didn't see her daughter & mom who were en route that very Thursday. But that is where I rest in the sovereignty of God. Such comfort. He isn't surprised. He knew when her organs would start shutting down. He planned to take her home...

Last night, around 3am, I had one of those "life interruptions" that God orchestrates every once in awhile to remind me who it's really about. He breaks into my mundane routine, stirs things up and says "Remember, it's not your life anymore?" It wasn't spectacular, looked for, or dramatic. I got sick. My immediate reaction? "God, please, I can't be sick! I can't afford to miss work. I don't have time, there's so much to do..." But God changed my perspective. I started having flashbacks to the last time I was sick...losing a breakfast I never ate in the ER bathroom. Wishing I could cry, scream or black out; any other reaction but the one I was having from the pain that seemed to be everywhere. Funny how much your perception of one circumstance can change in a few seconds! I was immediately convicted. I was in minor discomfort. But I was already griping about how it messed up "my plans"! Ouch. Instead of whining about t...

(the glasses survived.) ((photocredit: dad went to see the car in the junkyard and took pics. i don't get why{?})) I intended to write nothing about tuesday. But I've been persuaded otherwise, because it's a testimony of God's grace. & such excitement isn't an everyday occurrence... Driving to work that dreary Tuesday morning was just another day. The usual cars ran the usual stop signs. I noticed a Ford 250 hauling a trailer facing me, waiting to make a left turn. Common sense said he'd be there a long time. My car was less than 20ft away when he started turning. I slammed my brakes...it was so fast there was no time to think. As the dust settled, I realized it wasn't a little fender-bender. My ford's hood had slid under his bumper. My seatbelt wouldn't come loose, my door was jammed; toxic smoke mingled with airbag dust. Claustrophobic fear washed over me as I stared at the truck grill inches away from my cracked windshield... God showed...