'WooHoo' to 'Snap' - just sayin . . .

Ever notice how quick the trip can be from mountain top to valley?!?

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Woohoo! We got the books back to the library just in time!

Snap. The library called. One of the CDs is missing from the book on tape we borrowed.

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Woohoo! Joey is taking me to NYC for our 15th anniversary!

Snap. Our Colorado move date has been changed. Trip indefinitely postponed.

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Woohoo! The scale says I'm down 4 pounds!

Snap. It was just off balance.

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Woohoo! We can take a four day vacay to new Orleans before we move!

Snap. Joey is being sent to New Mexico to learn about bombs - MacGyver style.

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Woohoo! One of my fav shows is on tonight!

Snap. Someone canceled my show so they could record 'Swamp Men'. Entertaining, but not the same.

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Woohoo! Fettuccine Alfredo with broccoli and chicken tonight!

Snap. All out of fettuccine.  Elbow Mac and Alfredo anyone?


It doesn't matter how high the high or low the low, it's the swing in between that'll getcha every time.
It usually comes at you hard, fast and out of the blue.

Oh well, that's life!
And don't worry too much about the 'Snaps'. The 'Woohoo's' are never far away!

Just sayin'.

Tears for Annointing

I'm a free crier. Always have been.

I come from a long and prestigious line of crybabies.

Beauty makes me cry. Whether in a painting, a song or a sunset.

A sweet smile from the girls, or a look from the hubby is all it takes to elicit a tear or two.

At times, this certain aspect of my personality has been an embarrassment.
Therefore, I grew to see it as a problem. Something that needed to be changed, controlled, or done away with completely.
But I'll share more about that particular journey later.

The point is, I accept who I am and the way God made me. I'm glad my soul can still be touched by the simplest things. I never want to grow calloused or 'used to' the blessings I encounter every day.

I choose to buy stock in Kleenex and let the Lord bless my socks off!


So with that being said, and in keeping with this wonderful Easter season, I want to share two things that always bring tears to my eyes;

1) First is a painting of Mary washing the feet of Jesus.

"Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment."

                                            John 12:3

Her love for her Lord, her devotion to Him can be seen in every line of her face.
As can the sorrow at what she knows is to come.


2) Next is a song that I remember from my childhood.
 I hear it and I'm transported ~ I'm sitting in a pew next to my mother and brother, hearing my dad do one of the only things he loves almost as much as preaching ~ singing a great Southern Gospel classic.
Broken and Spilled Out


I do not have a pound of spikenard for anointing my Saviors feet. I do not have a years salary for any such costly gift.
What I do have is a heart that overflows with gratitude. Each tear of joy that I shed is a 'Thank You'.

I will proudly anoint the alter of praise with my tears.

You had me at "New Post"

Oh, my dear, sweet, bloggy land! We've just passed our one year anniversary, and I love you more now than ever!
I still remember our first conversation;
 Good night, dear void . . .

As I go about my days, you patiently wait for our next collaboration.
You hold no malice if we go for days without speaking.
You make yourself available to me any hour of the day or night.

You never shut off after an hour of my musings with, "Sorry, times up!"

You offer your therapy free of charge.

You let me speak what's on my mind.

You let me wax poetic.

You let me rant and rave.

You have that ever-ready delete key when I've said too much.

You understand when I have to change the names of
 the innocent (ahem) crabby.

You never question that I occasionally contradict myself in my writings. It's not that I've lost my sanity, it's that with age, hopefully, comes wisdom. And I may have to change my mind about a few things as I grow.

You give me a peek into the lives of others. You allow me to read their words and share somewhat in their lifes' experiences.

What would I ever do without you - my confidant, my therapist, my friend?

Here's to never finding out.