Monthly Archives: April 2008

Women who have influenced me. (3 of 5)

Linda Hardwick

For more than twenty years, I’ve been mentored by and friends with Linda.  Some may find it odd that I considered Linda my friend even as teenager, but I did.  As a matter of fact, I can remember calling her and her husband, Joe, up when I was 16 so we could “do something” together.  For real.  Besides, while they imparted Christ to me, I imparted “cool” to them – at least, I thought I did.

Linda has been whatever I’ve needed her to be.  She has been a mother, a counselor, a pastor, and a friend.  She has cared for me in her home more times than I can count.  I’m not sure what I would do without her chicken and broccoli casserole.  That alone places her on the list of my greatest influences.  And, my Christmas china collection is largely thanks her to kindness.

What is probably most admirable about Linda is that she is a seeker of truth.  But, she doesn’t seek truth for knowledge’s sake, but for the sake of living it.  She embraces tightly the scripture, “You shall know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”  She will tell you that knowledge is not knowing with your mind but with your heart. 

She loves God.  She loves her family.  She loves her friends.  I’m blessed to call her one of mine.

“There is but one straight course, and that is to seek truth and pursue it steadily.”  – George Washington

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Women who have influenced me. (2 of 5)

Judy Young

Judy came into my life when I was only three years old.  Her daughter, Bonnie, has been my best friend since we were tots which pretty much crowns Judy as my second mom.  I’m sure she’s worn that crown proudly.  For real.

Judy has experienced everything with me from the loss of my first tooth to the birth of my firstborn.  She has cleaned up my messes, played games with me (this was no sacrifice – she loved to play more than I), watched me become mesmerized with Tinker Bell flying from atop of the Disney castle, and loved on me like her own.  All of this by itself is enough to make her shine in my life, but she has been more.

She believes big.  I mean really big.  Her faith is big.  She not only believes big for little ole’ me, but she believes big for the local church.  She loves the local church more than anyone I have ever known.  I have never, EVER heard her criticize the church.  She only speaks positive and powerful affirmations over the house of God.  You see, Judy believes that God really does live in the local church.  And, that’s just cool.  

She understands that God is truly in control.  And, she believes that the best is yet to come – always.

She’s called me many affectionate names over my lifetime, but for the past few years, she has come to call me “Grasshopper”.  She believes that God uses me and wants to continue to use me.  Oh, I get weekly e-mails where she gently pushes me into all that God has for me.  She dreams big and believes big. 

There is no one like her.   I’m beyond grateful that she has imparted to me the gift of BIG.  And, this little grasshopper loves her big.

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Women who have influenced me. (1 of 5)


I’ve been blessed to be surrounded by some pretty spectacular people in life – men and women.  I decided to take an opportunity to celebrate a few of the women who have imparted to me throughout my life.  Any good in me is largely due to their influence.  While my mom stands in front, I’ve decided to celebrate her for a nice Mother’s Day write-up.  Besides, who else would I talk about on Mother’s Day?

So, this week is dedicated to a few of those women.

Susan Woodward (A.K.A. Mimi)

I have known Mimi since 1985.  That would have barely put me into double-digits in terms of age.  She has loved on me with the greatest of depth since that day.  She has rejoiced with me, and she has been one of my greatest encouragers when I’ve suffered. 

I’ll never forget her coming to visit me and my newborn baby boy.  While I was experiencing so many joys as a new mom, I was also enduring one of the most difficult times in my life.  I was facing life as single mother with a broken heart, and I could barely catch my breath most days.  Sitting next to me on my living room sofa, Mimi gently embraced me and said, “Dusty, one day you will look back, and this will have been only a bump in the road.”  I struggled to wrap my brain around her confidence, but I held onto to her words.  Today, I can say without hesitance, it was a bump in the road.  She believed.  She prayed.  She loved.  And, so it was.

Mimi wakes up daily with a freshness of God.  Her spirituality is truly new every morning.  She has walked with God many years and still gets excited about the things of Him.  One would think she just got saved only a week ago.

She has the purest love for the body of Christ of anyone you will ever meet.  She loves people.  She is the greatest encourager and prayer warrior.  If you ask Mimi to pray, rest assured she will.   

She lives out the 1 Corinthians 13 definition of love.  She endures all things, believes all things, and hopes all things.  Mimi’s love never fails.

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Sending out an S.O.S.


As posted yesterday, I’m on my girls’ trip….at the beach.  I looooove the beach.  Oh, don’t get jealous.  I’m sure it’s beautiful where you are, too.  Just not AS beautiful.  And, as much as I miss my family, I’m really enjoying this lounging lifestyle where I am only responsible for Dusty Takle. 

I did not call to check on the family back home once yesterday.  It wasn’t intentional.  I promise.  How could I?  I just could, I guess.  So, Kris calls me last night and says, “When you go on vacation, you go on vacation!  You don’t call, you don’t write, you don’t send smoke signals!”  For real.

Fortunately, I think yesterday’s blog bought me some grace.  I’m sure he was polishing his halo immediately after he finished his call with me.  He certainly wasn’t bathing the children who have been playing on the family farm all day.  After all, that’s not his gig (so, he tells me.)  However, it is my wonderful mother-in-law’s gig.  Thank heavens.

Well, back to beach reading and good friends all sans messy breakfasts and Candy Land. 

By the way, I did get an e-mail from Kris last night updating me on the children’s activities.  Kris refers to the farm as Club Med for the kids.  Here is an excerpt from his update:

“JH (John Henry) and I left the house at 9:00AM for the Hangar where we saddled up the Ford 235HP tractor with the 15ft bat wing bush hog.  We started on the runway area, and JH was loving it.  Of course, the air-conditioned tractor made life nice and I of course had to explain to him that I didn’t have this growing up….He was good for about 2 circles then gently put his head on my left side and fell asleep.  Oh, how it brought back memories of my young life and my farm days with my dad.  It was the best time I have ever had with our son.  He would awaken to tell me how many ant hills we had killed and then about 30 minutes later he would be out.  Just like me.  I guess the hum of the motor and cutter was just too much to overcome.” 

What a good daddy.

 

 

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I know this man.


I know this man who loves deeply.  He is selfless.  He loves his family like no other.  He is patient when he takes his daughter fishing and she pees while sitting on the bank.  He will interrupt a busy day to take his son flying in a little red Cessna.  When his wife shares her fears and stresses of life, he responds with a heartfelt, “What can I do?”  He travels to make provision possible, but when he is home, he is all there.

That merits repeating….he is ALL there. 

He is funny.  I mean really funny.  His heart is golden.

He is a loyal friend.  He is an even better daddy.  As a husband, he beats all.

I’m on my annual girls trip, and my thoughts are on him.  But, my thoughts are on him every day.  Sappy, I know.  I like sappy sometimes.   Casey, would you please play “I Know What Love Is” by Celine Dion? 

My dear friend, Jenny, sang this in our wedding.  These words ring more true today than they did August 16, 2003: 

I will fall
And you will catch me always
Time has taught me this
I will fly
And you’ll be there to guide me
Straight up to my heart’s highest wish
I feel you close to me
And I know what love is

I know this man.  I’m so blessed that I do.

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2 of the million reasons I love being a mom.

Watching John Henry work on his A-game.

And this.


(Wardrobe courtesy of Ga-Ga)

What’s one of your million reasons?

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Sticks and stones.


I’ve heard my entire life that my words are powerful.  They can speak life.  They can speak death.  They can impart blessing.  They can impart cursing.  Let’s break that down into easier to understand terms.

They can make someone smile.  They can make someone cry.  They can give the weakest hope.  They can discourage the strongest.  They can thrust someone into greatness.  They can hinder someone from taking chances.  They can heal.  They can wound.  They can change a life.  They can destroy one.

What is it about being mindful of our words is so difficult?

The fact that many of us reserve to speak words that hurt behind the subject’s back reveals that we are unaware that words do, indeed, affect that person.  They didn’t hear you.  Did they?

I’ll never forget hearing Chris Spradlin, a pastor in Oklahoma, explain that when we speak harmful words about another individual (cleverly called gossip as to make it sound trivial) we leave behind us a path of destruction.  Who walks down that path?  The one our words just hurt. 

I was talking to a good friend the other night, and she shared the path she has been forced to travel down.  Hurtful words have not been spoken directly to her.  But, she hears them.  People will justify their dirty mouth with explanations such as “I’m not gossipin’, I’m just speakin’ the truth.”  Puh-leese.  As a follower of Christ, it is our greatest responsibility to speak life – ALWAYS. 

We have been called to be a light in darkness.  We have been called to proclaim God’s grace and His love.  I’m afraid that gossip is the antithesis of this call. 

Let’s think before we speak.  Remember, even the foolish seem wise when they keep their mouths shut. 

….Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them.  Ephesians 4:29

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Wanna make a memory?


It was a beautiful Sunday morning in Georgia, and I hear Miss Anna yelling down the hallway, “Ga-Ga!”  “Ga-Ga!”  “Ga-Ga!”  “It’s time to get up!”  (Ga-Ga is my children’s name of choice for my dad.)  Dad was already up and moving.  After all, it is Sunday, and it probably wouldn’t go over well if he slept in…since he is the pastor.  For real.

Hearing her call for Ga-Ga to wake up made my mind instantly rewind back to being a little girl anxiously waiting for the “okay” from my Grandmother to go wake up my Granddaddy for the morning grub.  I love that memory.

I just love remembering.  Don’t you?  Sometimes we do things with our children with the sole purpose of “making a memory.”  But, I have found that it is the small, unintentional events that really leave a mark.  Like Paw-Paw’s cornbread.  Paw-Paw is John Henry’s grandfather (Bryan’s dad).  And by default, Anna calls him Paw-Paw, too.  As a matter of fact, she refers to Bryan as “Daddy Bryan.”  Remember, this is our normal.  And, we like our normal. 

Kris, the kids and I ate lunch with Bryan’s family yesterday.  I enjoyed Paw-Paw’s cornbread while Anna enjoyed his super cool chair that with a simple push of a button can send her up to the sky.  She was making a memory while I enjoyed reliving one with my cornbread.

It’s my belief that the events in themselves don’t make for a good memory.  It’s the love behind it.  Paw-Paw loved Anna enough to let her go for joy rides in his chair.  And, Bryan’s family loves me enough to still want to share some mighty fine cornbread. 

How do you spell memory?  L-O-V-E.  I know, corny.  I’m allowed from time to time – or from blog to blog.

I thank my God upon every remembrance of you.  Philippians 1:3

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The greatest gift I never received.


It’s 1983ish, and all I want is the coveted Cabbage Patch Kid.  Remember those outlandish dolls with each one signed by Xavier Roberts….on their hineys no less?  Such a doll was considered a luxury in our house, and on a pastor’s salary, we didn’t buy luxuries.  I’ll never forget the Christmas I asked for the Cabbage Patch Kid.  I woke up in the middle of the night to get a head’s up on what awaited me that morning.  (My mom still displayed my gifts as if from Santa….even after I discovered his non-existence.)  The doll I found was an imposter – a less expensive version of the ridiculously priced doll.  I remember the feeling of disappointment.  However, I also remember going back to bed and mustering up the gusto to still put on a happy and grateful face the next morning.  And, I did.

You see, even at a young age I had an understanding of gratitude.  And, not receiving this gift made me appreciate my parents even more.  They could not provide the Cabbage Patch, but they still made sure I didn’t lack. 

I can’t help but wonder if I am instilling that same sense of gratitude and appreciation in my own children for not only things, but for those who give them.  It’s a hard line.  While Kris and I have the capabilities to provide such luxuries to our children, should we?  Well, sure.  But, how much is too much?  It’s very tough as parents to draw that line.

I am thankful for the opportunities to give to John Henry and Anna.  However, I hope that the gifts they receive go beyond material possessions.  I hope they receive the gift of gratitude, the gift of compassion, the gift of mercy, the gift of faith, the gift of hope, and the gift of love….above all else.

And, to my parents who never knew (until now) of that brief disappointment, thank you.  That Christmas, you gave me more than you know.  For that, I am truly grateful.

So if you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask him.  Matthew 7:11

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Think outside the bun.


Hallelujah!  The frequently sought after taste of Mexico has made its presence known less than two miles from the Takle Casa.  Go ahead and give the Lord a clap offering.  Of course, there are other Taco Bells that hit every corner of our wonderfully windy city, but it takes 15 minutes to travel to any of them.  As a matter of fact, it takes 15 minutes to get anywhere here.  It’s a geographical oddity.  But no longer do my taste buds have to endure the drive for the scrumptious taste of perfection cleverly wrapped in a cute little blanket of tortilla – THE MEXIMELT. 

Just one more reason I will never fit into those “skinny” jeans again. 

In reference to yesterday’s post, my mom informs me that she now knows her problem.  “I have rolled over muffins,” she says.  “Do wha?” One would think that after turning her on to such television shows as “What Not To Wear” that she would know the phrase “muffin top”.  Apparently not.  I’d appreciate you lifting her up in your bedtime prayers.

Selah.

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