October 05, 2015

When Others Are Hurting -

Monday Morning Thoughtful Thoughts

It's Normal To Want To Fix It

When Others Are Hurting

We want to reach out and make it all go away.

Not all of our loved ones are in our family circle
Not all are close by, down the street, across town or just a short drive away.

Often we have left loved ones miles away where we were once connected
And shared our designated time together
As our [life] paths crossed for a time
A few months or
For years.

We still carry them in our hearts
And like our own brothers, sisters or children
That place in our hearts is still


Permanently for that friend.

As with our own children when they were young
We ache to be able to make the hurt go away
As though it never was

Of Course only Jesus Christ our Lord can do that
but we want them to know-We would if we could.

So many questions when these things happen-
How can people who are so loved and adored,

Look away, even a moment and make choices that forever change and affect lifes
Of course the bottom line goes back to

How can human beings so blessed -
take hearts entrusted to them and often thoughtlessly trash them

We then have to ponder this question:

How Christ, God, Our Savior-Creator and giver of all that is good

when we do the same

Turn our backs on Him

Walk Away From

My friend, loved one,  wherever you are-
I wish I could
Make it all go away as though it never happened even.

S I N  

And while we usually cannot fix anything
We can share our love and concern
and pray faithfully.


Looking Forward,

September 28, 2015


 Mom's Church FBC Troy,Al.
I made it to Sunday School on time- a huge accomplishment for me. I know I should do better, I try – really. But even with older teen/young adult children in the house there's STILL  that last minute shoe-hair-make-up-keys emergency that throws me off.
 Yesterday I made it on time – because I had to get up two hours earlier to drive my husband to Macon BUT STILL – I made it and that is the point.

Not really the point but it's significant. At church as I walked down the hallway and saw the friend who teaches my class I made sure to make a joke of my being on time – it wasn't lost on her I'm sure. As the words were leaving her mouth - “we're gonna join this class because there's a missionary here to share with us” - as my friend was speaking  I  walked into the room. What I saw, if I'm being honest, gave me a little....jolt. So many thoughts through my mind.

First: – Okay....WHAT in the world????!!!!

Next:  – That's horrible Deanna, STOP IT!!

And:   – But she's HERE!! That's good.

Lastly: –  Still I'm uncomfortable with this. I don't want to admit it.....

Walking into the room, This was a first for me, not something I've ever seen in a Southern Baptist Church....any church.  I've seen drunks, prostitutes, gang members, drug users and sellers - Not this. 

I could not take a picture but this is similar to what I saw.....

Don't pretend this wouldn't startle you to see a woman like this in your Sunday school class.  She is a missionary who has served in three Arab countries for the last three years. She must dress according to the culture...the biggest reason you can probably guess.

As she spoke to us about her experiences and shared her heart for so many of the people  something became very clear. She didn't see these people the same way I did. She saw people dying without hope, without salvation, without Jesus. She saw people created by the same God who created her and in need of the same mercy and forgiveness she had known.

The scripture doesn't say “For all have sinned....worse than me” It says simply, we all have sinned and my sin separates me from God in the same way your sin does. The same God who loved me when I was dead in my sin, the same God who poured out His rich mercy over my life is the same One who desires to do the same for them.

As I thought about this on the way home from church something else struck me. As I neared my house I pressed the button to open the garage-Not a remarkable thing but it's a  little game to see if the door will be up enough for me to drive straight in without slowing down and hit the button to close it before I even come to a full stop.
 That's when I noticed my neighbors  in the yard across the street and next door.
 Neither of them go to church
I thought about this woman  willing to go to difficult countries, dangerous countries, places where the people are hardened not only to Americans but to Christ as well. She does this and I can't even manage to wave and speak and chat with a neighbor because I'm so preoccupied with getting inside, changing clothes and vegging for the afternoon. The people she ministers to could be killed just for talking to her – yet they do it anyway, a few even study the Bible with her. At great risk they do this and I can't spare a few more minutes in the heat and in my 'church clothes'.

While I don't think God is calling me to go with her when she returns to the mission field, there is a field He has called me to right here.

D e a n n a

September 25, 2015


Can We Just Call This A "Frivolous Friday" Post?

I would love to see your reaction to this post -  in person.
Have you ever read my words:  "It just doesn't take much to please me.?
I often say it because it's true.
I get excited over some of the smallest, often strange things

This is one example.

Going out my front door one day there  on a bench beside the porch rail lay a big bundle of

Garlic Blooms- Yes, Garlic Blooms!

They had just been cut-still fresh.

I knew where they came from because this is not the first time this has happened.
Several years ago there appeared a bundle of garlic blooms waiting to be discovered out in our back yard.
At first my husband got credit for it but being unpretentious and honest he admitted it was not his
love offering. Not long afterwards a dear friend asked if I had found them.

She's done it again- or rather she was responsible for it.  When Martha saw that her husband was cutting them [happens about June every summer] she asked him to save some and drop off for me.

There's only the faintest sniff of a garlic and they dry quickly with no fuss  and keep their [round] shape.   You can use an aerosol spray [dye] to spray the dried blooms in a basil green that looks like they are freshly cut. Ask Your favorite floral designer /florist to get it for you.

If you had no idea what a garlic bloom looks like then I hope this just made your day!

Looking Forward -
J 0 N E L L

September 18, 2015

Pausing to Say Hello~

As I Hurry On My Way-

For months now I have had a little plan on the back burner to transform my perfect white 'yarden' bench into something different- on the deck- perhaps dress it up a bit, a soft, girly spot for relaxing, reading,  or visiting. (bird watching/Creation appreciation)

My inspiration here:

My Reality- The 50% Off tag will grab me every time

Did I mention indoor/outdoor fabric-


If we could wave a magic wand and this plan would reach the finish line-

It would not be a project.

So, now I will be on the hunt for pillows to work with these...
Who knows, if I plunder in a few drawers & closets I just may come
across a few unexpected finishing touches right away-
I will keep you posted.

No, it's not DONE



Whatever You're Thinking- It's Not

08 - 18 - 2013 - 10:30 p.m.
U N D E R  C O N S T R U C T I O N
- My intent is to be just transparent enough to prompt you to say-
"I get that" - "Been there" - "Am there now"


What people see is not
 always what is.
What people think
 is not always what is.

People often think I have it all together-
That's not what is.

I have only a little  t o g e t h e r...
Most days

People even seem to think I have a an active interesting life.

They don't register the A l o n e  time

Alone Days

Don't take this too much to heart-

Just allow me to be me.

Learning to be Alone-

Who ever knew?

I've often said in the past:

 "I don't mind being alone-I can enjoy alone time"

Who knew I would actually miss talking with other people?

( Shifting Gears- )

That's what www.Chick.fil.a.com  morning coffee is for...

Putting myself into the world
Where I get to smile at people
Have a few smile at me

Take a book or a magazine, pull out my smart phone and they conclude that I'm a regular, normal person -

.. Some of the young people "Know me by name." Well at least my last name- they add a Mrs. to that and it becomes very personal.

..if it's really my lucky day I talk with a few people. 

If they are really having a good day- I don't bore them  by talking too much - like one of those people who need to get out more.

I know the nice CF people would be kind but I don't want to leave anyone with that awful stereotype of older people...You know...those people who have nothing to do but 'have coffee' And those old folks who talk incessantly-Sharing things of no real interest to anyone -
Not even to the nice polite college students Who respond to everything with

"My Pleasure"

No, I refuse to mess with their day...

This can get to be an uncomfortable conversation if I continue to drag it out

So, I won't...

If my thoughts have prompted you to be more aware of 'others' it's a win-win for you, me and

others -

"My Pleasure"

Note to self:  I'm trying to slip this little post In without calling attention to it -hoping to limit it's audience while allowing me to have a place to share what's on my mind. -Nothing more.  

September 12, 2015

- Remembering 9-11

A m e r i c a  for me
by Henry Van Dyke

The View from Our Front Porch -
The Harrison House


'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings,
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.


So it's home again, and home again, America for me!
My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be
In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.


Oh London is a man's town, there's power in the air
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice,
and it's great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living there is no place like home.

I like the German fir-woods, in green battalions drilled
I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains filled;
But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day
In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her way!

I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack:
The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.
 But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free,
We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.

Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me!
I want a ship that's westward bound to plough the rolling sea,
To the blessed Land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

- Poem by by Henry Van Dyke
VS [very special] P.S. [postscript]
On May 18, 1959
My high school Graduation Day
Patterson High School
Patterson, Georgia

As an Honor Student  in my Graduating Class of 1959

This was my Speech/Recitation

America For Me

by Henry Van Dyke