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A Tale of Two Betrayals: A Veil’s Difference between Judas and Peter

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“And he took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, ‘This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me’” (Luke 22:19). A college speech instructor asked my son’s class to name three people who have influenced him. He listed Jesus, Peter and David.  I would … Continue reading →

The Blue Cotton Blanket

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One upon a time, long ago, where blue grass grew in Main Street America, and front porch swings were a safe place to watch life go by, I packed my bags, folded up my new cobalt blue comforter with Dogwood Rose colored flowers to go out in the world and, if not meet my destiny, then hunt it down like a … Continue reading →

Blue Cotton Mom’s Scrumptious Scones

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“Don’t get in my bubble,” they say to each other – and to me sometimes. And the way they say it, playful yet serious, is one of my very favorite things. The way boys banter and set boundaries through humor is one of the true delights of being a mom of sons. “I’m not tellin’ that,” when I try to … Continue reading →

Loaded Potato Soup

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  The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach – right?  So what did I learn to do when I, um, married a man and had a bunch of sons – learned how to cook some mighty fine fixin’s, that’s what!  Let me tell you, it has not been a cake walk! My husband could care less about food … Continue reading →

Grandmother’s Christmas Coffee Cake

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It’s beginning to look like Christmas – the mantle is decorated, the snowman wreath is on the front door, and the stockings are up. That means it is time for my Grandmother’s Christmas Coffee Cake which can be found coming out of my oven through Valentine’s Day. A teacher’s gift, a Christmas morning staple, and some warm tangible love for … Continue reading →

♥ Shakespeare for Moms

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When life challenges, I tend to submerge myself into books.  These books are like old friends and old places that are comfortable.  I just finished Persuasion by Jane Austin.  The Secret Garden is next on my list–yes, a children’s book.  I read it first in 5th grade.  Everytime I have ever moved, I pull it out and read it.  Even … Continue reading →

♥ The Big Move of Faith

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Someone said the two most stressful events in a person’s life are weddings and moves.  My son married in June in an outdoor, 102 degree weather. Yesterday, we packed up 80 percent of our belongings, said good-bye to my son, small-town paradise, great friends, and hauled ourselves to a new home town.  It’s my husband’s hometown. We lived there for about … Continue reading →

♥ Bad WorDs and Sauciness

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Experience allows a more 20/20 perspective on behavior. Otherwise, the other night, I probably would have notched my stress level to Red Alert, incited an inquisition and reduced my little guy to tears. As a matter of fact, he was disappointed I didn’t make him cry. I was snuggled in a blanket reading The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.  … Continue reading →

♥ Is Work More than WorK?

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My very favorite niece advised me to keep posts short. Perceiver of Truth will tell you that if you want a quick answer, don’t go to mom.  If you want to sit down, savor a conversation, talk detail, then I’m the go-to mom.  There’s a sign on my porch that says, “Sit Long. Talk Much.” At 40, I learned to … Continue reading →

♥ Whatever You Do, Do with All Your Might

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When you are the mother of 5 sons, inevitably, the question is asked, “Do you want any more children. . . . maybe a girl?” The anwer?  I have taught all my sons to read and swim.  If I had one more, he/she would be illiterate and drown.  Still, school is starting.  My White Board Calendar is expanding its usage … Continue reading →

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Jesus tells them, “You’re holding on to me for Jesus tells them,
“You’re holding on to me for dear life!
Don’t be frightened like that.
Go tell my brothers that they are to go to Galilee,
and that I’ll meet them there” (Matthew 28:10).

What did they do with that Resurrection Joy? That Resurrection Hope? Did they walk home, walk back into their everyday ordinary Mondays and Tuesdays? Doing things the same old same old?

“Meet me in Galilee,” Jesus said – and I cannot get it out of my head.

The Impossible just became Possible – there are things to be done, lost to be found, souls to be saved. . . Meet me in Galilee. . .

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Are you guys feeling a little deflated today? Not Are you guys feeling a little deflated today? Not so much a sugar crash from yesterday's Easter celebration but more like, what happened to our Celebration-of-our-Savior's Resurrection Hallelujah High? Maybe because we're forgetting what happened right after - maybe we're not walking into Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday with the words, "Meet me in Galilee!" ringing in our heads. Those are powerful words, too - those are call to ministry words, friends - right in your very own Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday! There are still lost to be saved, people to be redeemed! If we are the Easter People, we need to meet Jesus in Galilee!
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“We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our “We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song." - Pope John Paul II
Saturday Morning Flowers in anticipation of Resurr Saturday Morning Flowers in anticipation of Resurrection Sunday! #easter #3sistersfarmtn #cookevilleliving #buylocal
Maybe you didn’t know this, but. . . We have a g Maybe you didn’t know this, but. . . We have a gardener - a very dapper gardener who wears a pink flower. Our gardener is very serious about what is beneath the top of the dirt, so we know the root of any problem is being attended with an eye as close to any problems as possible! Some people accuse our gardener of running some kind of underground speakeasy serving something like mole sliders on the side. We know better! I saw her tangling with a vine while working in the garden today! She’s very good at clearing the weeds! She left all the perennial flowers untouched! To be the best at something, sometimes you just need to see it from all sides. We have the best gardener around! #goldenretriever #sadiesourgardener
I cannot begin to scratch the surface of the pain I cannot begin to scratch the surface of the pain Jesus felt and endured between leaving the garden and his his last breath on the cross. His burden? I cannot comprehend one pound of it. Yet, I can understand the despair his mother, of seeing her son hurt, suffering while she is powerless to stop it, to save him. I can imagine her confusion remembering God’s words and not understanding the child of those words bloodied up and being hung on a cross. I can understand the desolation of not knowing resurrection is coming after crucifixion. My mother’s heart understands wanting to save, wanting to redeem. They didn’t know. . . they only knew grave loss. . . 

We live KNOWING that Jesus rose from that tomb on that Sunday around 2,000 years ago. We know!

. . . .Knowing can be a dangerous thing, though. Let us not take what we know for granted because we still do not truly know or understand what he bore on that cross for us. . . it was bigger, harder, uglier, deadlier than any of us will ever be able to comprehend - so much so - it took the Son of God to come take care of it for us. Today, let us remember, really remember!
It’s a beautiful thing - hospitality! It fills a It’s a beautiful thing - hospitality! It fills a house with both serious, joyful and potentially holy murmurings. It makes room for more. There is always enough - and maybe even a game of chess. A welcomed heart always leaves with a smile! You have a beautiful brand of hospitality Katrina and Ben!
Thank you Katrina and Ben for tonight’s Seder Su Thank you Katrina and Ben for tonight’s Seder Supper! So much blessing in your sweet hospitality!
Because of Malachi 4: 5-6, one of five cups of win Because of Malachi 4: 5-6, one of five cups of wine at the seder table was in hopeful expectation Elijah would arrive to herald the coming Messiah. That night, over 2,000 years ago, the Messiah completed the Passover of the Old Covenant and spoke of the New Covenant that would take it’s place the next day:

On that night, “While they were eating, Jesus took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying, ‘Take and eat; this is my body.’

Then he took a cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, ‘Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.  I tell you, I will not drink from this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom.’” ~ Matthew 26: 26-29

I cannot imagine what my savior endured between those words and ensuring that new covenant became true for you and me by giving his life on the cross for us - but every day I understand more and more how undeserving and more and more overwhelmed with thankfulness, with a deeper love for the one who loved me with that big a love.
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