Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Little Fingers

Fingers tap away at keys that make a beautiful, harmonious chorus of stories, memories, pain, and triumph.  You keep writing.  Your inadequacies tempt you to close the book, yet something compels you; it beckons, until you turn over your fingers once again to the Potter's Hands.

Did you know there are days I'm tempted to just end this silly thing called a blog?  I mean really, the name is silly enough.  But He is commander and chief of my heart. My will.  My emotions.  I lay it all back in His hands.  For His glory.

If you are compelled, just as I, to keep writing (for your soul craves it and you find that on most days it keeps you sane), keep writing.  

As large flakes of snow float gently to the ground, they settle.  Pretty, yet not made beautiful.  But in the early morning, as the sun shines upon that fallen, fresh snow, it sparkles and shines and reflects.

May we let the love of Jesus shine upon our words.  May our fingers be turned over to the Potter's Hands.  For His glory.

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Monday, January 30, 2012


I saw this on facebook.  I was about to gossip just now, and I remembered this.  THINK before you speak!  

T- Is it true?
H- Is it helpful?
I- Is it inspiring?
N- Is it necessary?
K- Is it kind?

So simple.  So powerful!  Huh?  Let your countenance be like a whisper... instead of a clamouring cymbal. 

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I Could Have Been Many Things...

I'm sure I could have been many things.  A manager of a successful company.  A compassionate nurse.  An important administrator.  The owner of a restaurant chain.  

The success, power, and prestige that I could have gotten from working outside my home could have been a possibility.  Sure.

But I wouldn't change it for the world to see my little ones grow up.  To be with them, day after day, and witness God's hand in their life. 

Because I am their manager.  I am a compassionate nurse.  I am an important administrator.  And most days, I run a pretty successful restaurant chain... even if I never get the praise for it.  But most importantly, I'm raising little souls to love their creator God.  What a high calling!

Colossians 3:23 say, "Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men."

So to the mommy, whose days seem long, and you wonder if what you are doing means anything... it does!  It makes an eternal difference!  

And, lest I forget the mommies who sometimes deserve twice the credit, those mommies that work outside their home, because they have to, but their heartbeat is first and foremost in the home, God sees your heart and the work you do!

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Saturday, January 28, 2012

A Daddy's Love

My daddy ...

is someone who ties me shoes,
kisses my boo boos,
raises me up over his head to touch the ceiling,
catches bugs with me,
lets me ride on his tractor with him,
goes to work so I can eat him out of house and home,
fixes my toys and makes them new again,
sings Jesus Loves Me to me as I fall asleep,
prays with me,
teaches me God's Word,
changes my diaper,
makes me giggle,
watches movies with me and plays with toy cars,

... is someone I want to be just like someday!

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Friday, January 27, 2012

Would Others Describe You As Tender?

Showing gentleness and concern.

Have you tried being tender towards someone that has wronged you?  It is nearly impossible.  In the heat of the moment, tenderness is replaced with deep anger, spite, animosity, revenge, and eventually hatred and bitterness.  

Ephesians 4:32 says, "and be you kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God, for Christ's sake, has forgiven you.

Has forgiven you.
Has forgiven you.

And so, when I'm tempted to let bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and words of evil filled up in my heart come out, I will put it away.  He tells me to.

If we want to be tender people, we must be a forgiving people.  How can we be a forgiving people?  

1) Preach the gospel to yourself daily.
2) Be filled with the Spirit.
3) Pray for those who wrong you or persecute you or who simply are harder to love.  

If you do this, you will be described as a tender person, full of compassion, and looking a lot like our Savior, Jesus Christ!

How about we start being tender towards those in our own house first and foremost?  

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Thursday, January 26, 2012

Are You Enjoying Your Children?

1. Laugh with them often.

2. Don't wish your day away.

3. Don't wish they were older/younger.

4. Tell them you love them all the time. Show them even more.

5. Listen to them; really listen to them.

6. Look them in the eye when they talk to you.

7. Don't compare them to other children.

8. Love them where they are at.

9. Give them lots of hugs and kisses.

10. Don't be their best friend, be their parent.

11. Stick to your rules, be consistent.

12. Show them love by your careful discipline.

13. Speak kind words, don't yell.

14. Read to them/let them read to you.

15. Smile at them.

16. Pray for them specifically, daily!

17. Play with them.

18. Don't give them everything they want.

19. Sit together in church as a family.

20. Worship and serve together.

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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

What Toilet Paper Says About YOU!

On good days I'm #1: Faithful, logical and sensible.

I'm NEVER #2!  It annoys me and I will make the time to turn the roll around the correct way.

#3, well... this is me too, when I'm feeling lazy and slightly ADHD.

I'm NEVER #4... that's just rude lol.

Which one are YOU?

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Mint Chocolate Crinkle Cookies


  • 1 package (18-1/4 ounces) devil's food cake mix
  • 1/2 cup shortening
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 tablespoon water
  • Confectioners' sugar
  • 40 chocolate-covered thin mints


  • In a large bowl, combine the cake mix, shortening, eggs and water. Shape into 1-in. balls; roll in confectioners' sugar.
  • Place 2 in. apart on ungreased baking sheets. Bake at 350° for 8-10 minutes or until slightly firm to the touch. Place a mint on each cookie; remove to wire racks to cool. Yield: 40 cookies. 

LINKING WITH : Beauty & Bedlam

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Monday, January 23, 2012

Live Like You Were Dying

I'm not talking about the country song, live like you were dying.  I feel the need to urgently talk to you about this.  Really!  Listen up?  If we were face to face, sipping coffee or tea across the table from one another, I would grab your hand and look you in the eyes, and plead with you:

What if you were told you only had one more month to live?  Seriously.  Think about it!  More and more I hear about people getting cancer, or dying in a tragic car accident, or ...  it doesn't really matter how.

Would you speak a little sweeter?  Would things not bother you as much?  Would you be more patient?  Would you let that car next to you go ahead of you as your lanes merge?  Would you take time to enjoy the simple things?  Would you spend less time online and more time with the people right in front of you?  

I know that for me, I would find time to let God's grace overflow from my life.  God's grace, and less of me.  What will you leave your family, friends, and community?  Will they remember Jesus or how you were annoyed by tiny things?  Because, in the light of eternity, they are tiny things...  

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Saturday, January 21, 2012

Friday, January 20, 2012


Vivid.  Having the appearance of vigorous life or freshness.  Producing a strong or clear impression on the senses: producing distinct mental images.

The smell of country apple body spray.  Breathing in the freshness of pine cones; the kind that leave the tips of  your fingers sticky, and take you to a childhood fire, wrapped up in blanket on the eve of Christmas.  The feel of soft cotton robe pulled up above lips, caressing cheeks back and forth.

There are smells, touches, sounds... evoking memories, buried deep within, that come rising to the surface.  Some, I sit and day dream about, never wanting to wake up.  Others, I rip the blinds closed, blacking out any remembrance.  

I want my little babes to remember sweet, special memories of our home.  I want each smell, each touch, each sound to give them an abundance of a precious storehouse of memories.  I want the grace of God to dance upon their minds, and recall His faithfulness and mercy.

And so, with each day, lifted to God as an offering of sweet-smelling praise, I will seek to create an atmosphere of peace in our home.  No loud voices that damage little souls.  No harsh tones that breakdown and crush spirits.  Arms wrapped around with love, Christ's unconditional love spilled forth.

VIVID MEMORIES that will last a lifetime.  May they always look back, and never want to wake up.

One of my favorite parts of FRIDAY, linking up with the Gypsy Mama's 5 Minute Friday.....  where, for only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.  Join us?

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Thursday, January 19, 2012

Please Tell Me I'm Not The Only Mom?

Please tell me I'm not the only mom,
who lets her daughter dress up her brother,
for 20 minutes of peace - and - quiet?

One day I'm sure he'll demand they be removed
from the world wide web...

but maybe, just maybe,
I'll save one for his future bride.

Shhhhhhh, don't tell.

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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Are You Ready To Bloom With Us?

A COMMUNITY OF 33 IMPERFECT WRITERS who have a passion to encourage the hearts of women.  Will you join us?  A free e-book will be offered opening day (February 1st) to readers.  You won't want to miss it!  Go check out what all the buzz is about HERE.

Our Heartbeat and Purpose:
  • To bless the Lord and give Him glory and honor in all we do.
  • To bless women through our posts.  Sharing our heart and own experiences through postings for the sole purpose to encourage hearts.
  • To point readers to our Savior, bringing them hope and inspiration in their walk with the Lord
  • To equip others with the Word of God, so they know who He is and know who they are in Christ.
  • To promote kindness, love and sisterhood with others.
  • As Sisters In Bloom we want to be seen as women who promote and uplift others, always seeking to walk in grace.

Sisters In Bloom Is Coming Soon from Denise Thompson on Vimeo.
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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

I Asked Him To Call Me Fat...

I asked him to call me fat.  Yeah, I know.  The hubby rolled his eyes too.  He told me of course he wouldn't and I told him I knew he was too smart to humor me with this request.  Instead, he pulled me close, kissed my head, and told me I was beautiful.

I didn't want him to call me fat.  I just wanted to get mad enough to make some changes in my life again.  I'm a fighter and if someone I love can speak some good ol' fashion truth in love, I'll fight and fight and prove to them I can.  I'm determined like that.  But I'm also a slacker.  I tend to be lazy.  I'd rather sit on a sofa with my laptop and coffee than get up and move my behind.

A life of discipline takes work. sweat. tears.  But the alternative?  I don't want that. So I will get up and exercise until he tells me I'm beautiful and I believe it.

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Monday, January 16, 2012

I've Believed A Lie...

Whenever I get down or discouraged,

when thoughts tempt to snatch my joy,

when condemning thoughts cloud my view,

when I look at myself and think I'm not beautiful,

when I'm discontented because of stuff,

I will remember, I must have believed a lie along the way.  

Because His Word says otherwise.  It says,






What lie are you believing today?

Squash that lie with the truth of God's Word.


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