I have a sweet friend,
Her name is Ms. Kay,
She praises the LORD,
All of the day.

When hardships are high,
And comforts are low,
The LORD uses her praises,
Defeating the foe.

Her heart seeks grace,
Her soul seeks peace,
She looks to the One,
Who grants pain to cease.

Our LORD, who is true,
Sees each of her tears,
He bottles them up,
And bears all her fears.

While making her new,
While telling her story,
He helps and upholds her,
Promising glory.

She gladly receives,
What Her LORD does give,
For to be in Him,
Is ever to live.


Always Organizing…Never Organized


I want to be organized. In some areas, I accomplish “being organized.” Very controlled areas. But things like meals and cleaning? Where plans are diligently made? Not so much. I am slightly on the obsessive side (my hubby probably would not say “slightly”), meaning I want to follow my plans to a tee — perhaps to an unreasonable degree (my hubby probably would not say “perhaps”). However, with a husband and four kids, I occasionally am interrupted from implementing my plans (you are shocked, I am sure…), oftentimes laundry, my arch nemesis, gets in my way, sometimes during the week my priorities change, now and then  things arise that I have not included in my plans, and on occasion, I just need a nap (and that’s not on my plan, except on Sunday). Well, that’s when my all-or-nothing side manifests itself and everything (meaning me) goes loosey-goosey. My family is great — flexible and  forgiving, and we can still have a good week. But I know way down deep inside, that if I had a better routine to which I stuck, then I would do better — spiritually, physically, mentally and emotionally. And if I am doing better, so is my beloved husband and children. And this is why when I fail to meet my goals, I feel like I have, well, failed.

Nonetheless, I shall not lament, but persevere, for the Lord’s mercies are new every day (Lamentations 3:22-24). I find myself always organizing, but never organized. At least not to the degree I want to be (see definition of obsessive: “excessive often to an unreasonable degree.” But as the wise sage Lucy says each Christmas, “‘Well, as they say on TV, “the mere fact that you realize you need help indicates that you are not too far gone.”‘”  Yay!)

So today is a new day. The Lord’s mercies are new. And here I go again making a weekly meal plan so that our after school and evening time is less stressful. And to show how earnest I am, the meal plan includes only crock-pot meals. I am serious about having more enjoyable evenings this week! Serious, but not obsessive, because that would just ruin it, right? (I like to give mini-sermons to my soul.)

I hope these meals are yummy! I actually tried out a crock-pot Chicken Cacciatore a couple of weeks ago (because I had all the ingredients (or could easily improvise)) and the family loved it. I was pleasantly surprised because a unanimous vote of approval on a meal is unusual in this household.

May you meet all your goals this week — or at least be fruitful! And remember to enjoy the fruits of your labor at the end of each day! (Another mini-sermon to self.)

Meal Plan, April 8-14, 2013

Monday: Spaghetti Bolognese and Salad

Tuesday: Red Beans, Rice and Salad (I know that according to tradition, I should serve this today, “Laundry Day,” but I already had everything for Bolognese. Wow!  Look at the flexibility I am exhibiting already!)

Wednesday: Russian Chicken, Rice, and Broccoli

Thursday: Pork Chops, Mashed Potatoes*, and Green Beans

Friday: Pizza and Salad

Saturday: Lemon Garlic Chicken, Rice, and Salad

Sunday: Roast and Veggies, Mashed Potatoes*, and Salad

* The hubby mentioned a desire for mashed potatoes. I grew up in the Midwest where our starch usually consisted of potatoes. In spite of my upbringing, I have acclimated to Louisiana living and usually use parboiled rice now. How can you beat 20 minutes in a pot and easy clean up?

The Apple of My Eye


Last week, while de-cluttering and organizing the girls’ closet, I found a poem I wrote for Andre more than ten years ago. Crazy! I changed it up a bit, hopefully improving it!

The Apple of My Eye

I love my husband dearly, for he’s a mighty man;
I’d love to have his children numbered as the earthly sand.

His stature is attractive, his countenance so handsome;
His knowledge is abounding as his longing is for wisdom.

He is an honest image of the Christ that died for us;
My submission to his lordship is where I place my trust.

He is patient with my weaknesses, and tries to build me up;
I am nourished in my soul, as when with the Lord I sup.

He bears my burdens mildly, encouraging my heart;
His desire for my happiness is holy, set apart.

His tender mercies comfort me, confirming I’m secure;
His dedication to my welfare is steadfast and sure.

His grace given to me covers multitudes of sins;
He is my lover, my friend, he is my closest kin.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

We are one ‘til one should die;
He is the apple of my eye.


My Favorite Birthday


My 42nd birthday was my favorite so far. And here’s proof that on this Earth, although things are not perfect, they are glorious:


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The children went all out making cards for me, making gifts for me, and giving to me some of their precious treasures. It was simple, but absolutely wonderful! My heart was overwhelmed with thankfulness for my lovely and generous family. They really made me feel special. Here are a few of my favorite moments — not necessarily flattering, but favorite!





If you notice, the card says, “Happy 44th Birthday!” We all got a great belly laugh out of that!




There are benefits to having a birthday right after Christmas.


Oh my! This daughter of mine wrote such precious words to me! I am humbled to think she could really see me as she described.