The Preacher in Cambodia - Pictures

my sweet Preacher (in the white shirt, of course) teaching for hours...

Praying for a Cambodian woman who needed healing...

Enjoying his time with his interpreter...my Preacher has the most cheerful, compassionate countenance.

Every single pastor in the province (except for one) came out to the training sessions...please pray for these men.

I love this picture, because you can see our Jonathan Trentham (the young man on the left), then life-long friend Jeff Kear in blue, and my Preacher all praying for these women...

Jonathan (our missionary to Cambodia) is home for good now! Please also pray for him as he transitions from two years in Cambodia, to life here in the States. He is well-beloved at Harvest Church, and God has wonderful plans and ideas for his life, we are sure.

It is so good to have all three men home.

Today is My Birthday

Grabbed the smartphone tonight, after cake and candles and the Birthday Song, and made sure to get a few pictures of my first birthday as a Grandmommy. This time last year, Little Britches was still "baking in the oven"...




I wonder if you can see the pure delight on my face.

Sorry for the blurry pictures. Thank you so much for the many well wishes via email and Facebook...my family spoils me rotten, and my friends are the best...the very best. I look forward to the next year - God's goodness to me is precious.

It has been a Grand Day.

My Grandson's Ten Month Pics...

I cannot believe my baby (grandson, actually) is ten months old now. ::sniff::




Cute, or what?

My Little Honey Pot

(Deep down, he's smiling. On the surface, home boy don't like the "lid" to his honey pot to be on toppa his head...)

There's nothing but pure sweetness in THIS honey pot.

Happy Hello-ween, y'all.

(That's what we do around here - Hello-ween. Fellow Harvester Wendy Cantrell, over at Hope Springs Blog, coined that phrase to describe what our church likes to do on Hello-ween, which is to stay home and meet our neighbors! So far, we've had one lone, tiny pirate come to our door...only to be roundly and loudly "attacked" by my daughter Sarah's itty bitty maltipoo, Amber.

This house is an epic fail for Hello-ween up to this point, but it is only 8 PM, so we shall see...)

Off to watch Terra Something-Or-Other on th' Tee Vee with my grown children...the Preacher comes home from Cambodia day after tomorrow!

Our Son is Coming Home Wednesday...

...and we take delight in him...

"Pick Yourself Up"

Nothing's impossible, I have found
For when my chin is on the ground
I pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again!

Don't lose your confidence, if you slip
Be grateful for a pleasant trip
And pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again

Work like a soul inspired till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired, but you'll be a man, my son!
Don't you remember the famous men who had to fall to rise again?
They picked themselves up, dust themselves off, and started all over again!

Jet Ski Afternoon

Found this picture on my smartphone today. It makes me miss my Preacher. I snapped this last month - on a late afternoon when we decided to rent a jet ski! Note: it was not warm...it wasn't a cold day, but it wasn't warm, either. Silly couple that we are, we chose to do it anyway.

And. We. Loved. It. We got there almost at closing time - we were the last ones allowed to rent a jet ski that day. We tooled around for two hours, going up and down the Tennessee river.

I saluted Neyland Stadium as we jetted by it, because hope springs eternal in a Volunteer heart. Heaven knows, I need optimism. Two words:

Tusca-dang-loosa Ala-daggum-bama.

Such a great evening, this was. The best of all my favorite things - sunshine, river, downtown in my hometown, high speeds, and having to hold on tight to my Pastor.

Mexican Restaurant Man

My Preacher and I have a favorite Mexican restaurant.

We go to it alot. I'm just sayin'. We like it, and if I have to buy bigger pants in the future, I will blame that on La Fiesta.

On the outside wall of the restaurant is a mural. This mural has always been there, I see it each and every time I pass through the hallowed double glass doors. Last week, there was a small difference. Some person with a sense of humor did something...and I swear, I think of my small but happy band of readers when I see things like this, and I always grab the smartphone because I have to share it with you:

I hope you feel blessed and enriched by your visit to this blog today.

That is all.