Random stuff

Some recent random things....


Here is a sight you may never see again.

This was the boys shirts and ties for papaw's funeral. Jonah ended up wearing his, but Jadon did not wear his to the service. Oh well....made a good picture.
Aren't they handsome?!


Also, Jonah was so proud to get some of papaw's deer racks. He had Jeff put them up in his room right away. Here is a picture.


And lastly....I realize that this is TMI and probably a visual you'll not want to have, but Jonah said the funniest thing this morning. While sitting at the breakfast table this morning, Jonah said, "Mom, I can see your underwear". Then he decided he needed to describe them. "Mom your underwear are like 'tank top whitey tighteys'. You know....like underwear without sleeves." I never would have thought of it like that, but thought that was a pretty good description for a 10 year old.

Juggling and stuff

Dear family,
I have learned how to juggle and ride a unicycle and I can ride it all the way around our school parking lot. I am going to send a video of me juggling and riding my unicycle as soon as I can, I really hope you enjoy it. I will talk to ya’ll later. I hope you have a good day.
From,
Jonah

Lead Me to the ROCK

Psalm 61:1-2
Lead Me to the Rock
A Psalm of David.

1Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer; 2from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

Psalm 61 was a similar prayer my father had been offering up to God for about five months. At the news of his cancer, he began calling on the only one who could rescue him. All of us were crying out to God for deliverance from that evil disease. However, God didn’t answer quite how we expected. As I type this letter, a year ago today, this very minute my father left us and was delivered home to be with the LORD.

In his last few days, the cancer had taken its toll on my dad’s body and left him bed ridden and very incoherent. While watching him slowly slip away from us, my mom and I received a precious gift from the LORD the day before my father’s death. We witnessed miraculous things and experienced incomparable joys!

Dad had woken up from a deep sleep and began carrying on coherent conversations with us. His personality came to life as he began his joking and playing pranks on my mom which brought us sweet laughter. We got to huddle and love on one another and talk for long periods of time. We were able to express fears as well as provide assurance of provisions for mom once dad was no longer with us. We spoke of the difficult situation at hand and of how much he would be dearly missed. Precious conversations!

Later, to our surprise, dad sat up in bed and requested his glasses and the news paper, not hesitating for a second to go straight to the sports page. We even enjoyed a playoff football game together where he was happy to share his thoughts and opinions on players and teams as he always did. To our delight, dad didn’t waste a minute to ask to enjoy the sheer pleasure of swigging down 2 chocolate (milk chocolate Bluebell of course) milk shakes. Don’t think for a minute that he didn’t exclaim, “Mmmm, that’s so good!” one more time.

We laughed, we cried, we reminisced, we prayed together, confessed, forgave, loved deeply and reconciled all things. All of life’s earthly pleasures were enjoyed to the fullest one last time. As well, all eternal questions and decisions were completely squared away as we thoroughly discussed salvation in Christ alone, by faith alone. Dad reaffirmed his trust and hope in the LORD as he uttered the sweetest words, “who else do I have?” God demonstrated great mercy and grace to us. Never had we experienced such loving presence from the Father.

But, one thing left mom and I stunned that day. Dad spoke of a dream he just had that morning. As he described the dream, he told us he found himself walking down a long path. At the end of the path he sat on a rock and there he began talking to God. At the time it didn’t make any sense to either mom or I. We pondered it, then accepted it and moved on.

Today we fully know what was happening in what seemed to dad as a dream. It was the answer to the prayer he had been praying all along. “Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer; from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I”. It was not an answer of temporary deliverance. Jesus led dad down the path to The ROCK of his salvation, where he would find himself just the next morning, talking with God face to face, permanently. I praise you FATHER for letting us enjoy him one more day before you delivered him home.

Dad, I love you and miss you dearly.
With love always,
Your daughter, BB

Boxing

This is what happens when you are cooped up in a house together for a week. The boys box each others lights out and dad records it and turns it into a movie. Nice.

Merry Christmas

At the Feet of Jesus

At the Feet of Jesus

December 18, 2008

As 2008 comes to a close, I find myself in awe over Jesus. Each year I get to know Him in a different way. It absolutely blows my mind that I can personally know the Creator of Heaven and earth. As I look back over different seasons of my life I always find that Jesus not only shapes me and conforms me to His image, He also reveals new characters of Himself to me. I usually can name a new one each time. If I could use one word to describe God’s character revealed to me this year it would be, “Mercy”.

While preparing this letter, I reflected on the past 3 Christmas letters that I have written and I found that each one had particular difficult situations. In 2005 we were waiting on a job. Just around the corner in 2006 we picked up our family and moved to another state for ministry. Last year we lost my grandmother and watched my father battle a nasty cancer. But, none of our family was prepared for what would happen this year. None of us knew that dad would leave our world so soon and enter our Saviors. No one was ready for this! The pain, confusion and grief were indescribable. But during this unbelievable time we witnessed the hand of God and felt His presence like never before. What Mercy!

After spending nearly all of January in Texas with my mom, I whirled home in order to prepare for a brand new women’s ministry the LORD had called me to. Already sure that I was totally incapable of the calling before me, taking on a new ministry while dealing with terrible grief seemed an impossible task. Buried in studies and overcome with speaking anxieties each month, the LORD became my confidence. I was met with intense spiritual battles head on all along the way while serving in this new capacity. But God in His great mercy clothed me with strength to endure every bit of it.

The love and gratitude I have for Jesus overflows with in me. I’m drawn to the text in the gospel of John where I find Mary of Bethany at the feet of Jesus. The account reads, “Mary took a bottle of very expensive perfume made from pure nard and poured it on Jesus' feet. Then she dried his feet with her hair.”(John 12:3) I love this picture. Mary, out of love and gratitude for Jesus is found anointing Jesus’ feet with a very costly perfume. Spending time at someone’s feet was the work of a servant and a woman with her hair unbound was not a common sight in public. The incredible picture that we find in this biblical text is Mary pouring out her life in an intense personal devotion to Christ.

In the verses following we find out that the perfume was worth 3 hundred denarii. (The equivalence of about a year’s wage) Matthew and Marks gospels give testimony that some thought this was a total waste. (Mk 14:4; Matt 26:8) I have a feeling many today would scorn the behavior of one who would pour out a years worth of wages on Jesus’ feet. Think about that for a minute. What do people these days do when they have saved a year’s salary? If it is all spent in devotion to Jesus how do people react? Sadly, I believe that most would exclaim as those already mentioned, “what a waste”. Yet, Jesus describes it as a beautiful thing! (Mark 14:6)

When we get a glimpse of who He really is and what He has done for us, one can’t help but fall at His feet and give it all away! As the great hymn by Isaac Watts says, “Were the whole realm of nature mine- That were an offering far too small- Love so amazing, so divine- Demands my soul, my life, my all.” I can not think of myself in any other place than my life poured out at the feet of Jesus in total devotion, giving everything to Him for all He has done in my life. Saving me from the pit of hell was alone more than I deserve. But the fact that he goes way beyond that and gets personally involved in individuals lives and gives hope, comfort, strength and great mercy when we need it is something I’ll never understand.

At Christmas, in the midst of all the buying, decorating and celebrating some may give Jesus a glance. Others may perhaps meditate on what the birth of Jesus meant. But I hope you do more. I hope you’ll find that there is no greater place to be in this life than to be poured out at the feet of Jesus. Not just at Christmas time but at all times. There you’ll find that there is really no cost and no loss. Nothing wasted. There you’ll find all you need.

Soli Deo Gloria,
Brittnie

Pretreen Fall Retreat

Jeff's Preteen Fall Retreat was called "Last Man Standing" and he did it to the theme of Rocky.

Click here to see the intro videos
Fall Retreat Videos

Mega Relay video for Rt 56 Fall Retreat

Happy Birthday Daddy!

Make a Smilebox slideshow

Great words by Jadon

Last night on the way to church, we were driving down the road and I said, Oh look, gas has finally dropped to $1.99 a gallon. Yea! Then I went further on down the road and said, oh look, even Exxon and the BP are both at $1.99 too! Yippee!!!

Then Jonah has joined into the excitement with me and starts clapping and hollering "yippee" with me! (not sure that he really understood the joy there, but clapped and hollered none the less)

Jadon sitting there in silence finally busts out and says, "Mom, I don't want Exxon and the BP to be tied!" There has got to be a winner!!!!

Well, that's my competitive child! Gotta love it!

A cold present

Wanted to let everyone know that Jeff did redeem himself by bringing me a "real" present the same day of the "prank" warm present. Funny enough, it was a cold present. Milk Chocolate Bluebell. My FAVE!!!! Thank you baby!

A Warm Present

I came home to a present early this morning after my morning run. I walked into the kitchen where Jeff was, and he pointed to a bag on the floor and said, “I have a present for you. I thought to myself, “How sweet” a gift!!! (Wondering why he was giving it to me in the morning when he had plenty of time to give it to me last night)

I eagerly dug into the bag anticipating some thoughtful gift from my man, not knowing that I would lay my hands on a nice big fresh warm pooh! Just as I grabbed it, he said, "Don't Touch it!" What on earth?!!! Then I caught a whiff of the fumes! OH MAN! Disgusting!! Jeff is laughing as he realized that I didn't get what he was up to. (I am thankful that he had it wrapped in saran wrap to keep my hands from coming in direct contact.)

Why did my man give me a gift of pooh this morning you ask? Well, we have had a sick little man on our hands for over a week. The doctor sent us home with tubes for stool cultures and we have been waiting on "the movement" the last couple of days. While I was out for my run, "the movement" came! Woohoo! I was happy for what was in the bag, but NOT happy that my husband played that cruel joke on me!!

Love starting a morning off with presents!!

I know...this post is SICK.....sorry!

Jonah's last game of the year

Jadon's last game of the year.

Check out these touchdowns!

Jadon Upward Highlights

TOUCHDOWN!

Football recap for today

Aunt Lynz has a great recap of the boy's games today here.
http://tibbsranchpage.blogspot.com/

Game #5

Upward Football- Game 3

Upward Football- Game 2