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So far this week….

Anna has insisted on wearing two pairs of underwear so she can “hold my pee longer.”

When John Henry and Anna disobeyed and were awaiting their impending discipline, John Henry said, “I forgot, Mom.  Can’t you please understand,” through his pitiful tears.

I had to discipline still, and it broke my heart.

I’ve had to remind myself of the “We Won’t Always Understand” more than once.

I got a little emotional over Matt’s save on American Idol….even though I text my vote for Kris one or one-hundred times every week.  (Not the husband Kris.  I can hardly encourage his vocals in the shower.)

I’ve watched my warrior of a husband get hit from all sides and still draw back his arrow, aim, and shoot. 

I’ve read “Purplicious” more times than I would have cared to.

And, I’ve thanked God that I am a Christ-follower, a wife, a mother, and an American Idol fan.  So, I didn’t thank God that I’m an American Idol fan.  But, I am pretty excited to watch it every week.

And you?  So far this week?


Filed under gratitude, Motherhood, Randomness

Extreme President Make-Over

I’m coming down from a sugar high from the massive amounts of Valentine treats collected by my children.  So, y’all bear with me.  I’m going to pretend the Christmas holidays are just now ending and make a resolution to eat healthier; forsaking all sugars until pounds I do part.  Selah and Amen.

It’s President’s Day.

What better way to honor our presidents than these completely respectable, life-like crafts?


I had to take a second look at George Washington there.  It’s hard to distinguish if it’s Washington I’m seeing or my great-aunt Kate with rollers in her hair.  In any case, I cannot tell a lie.  I love those kids.  I love this country. 

Abraham Lincoln said, “In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count.  It’s the life in your years.”  While you or I may never be president of the United States, we can choose to live a life that is beyond ourselves.  A life that is rich in service.  A life that is rich in love.  I would hate to know that I lived my life only concerned for my own needs and wants. 

I pray the same prayer over my children every night.  In part of that prayer, I ask God that they “may always be a blessing to people.”  Because, I know that in living a life that is life-giving, that there will be life in their years. 



Filed under Kid Stuff, life, making an impact

I’m hearin’ ya, God.

I have tried to think of any other post than this one to write.  I thought I could write on how my roots are now a brilliantly colored blonde….or just less disturbing to the natural eye.  Or, I could write about how I saved my family money once again by shopping at Crest Foods.   Or, how Anna is learning not to respond to adults with “Isn’t there someone else you can go talk to?” 

But, I just can’t write about any of those things.  Not today.

Let’s start with honesty.

I’ve lived in Oklahoma for a little over five years now.  Some days I do it kicking and screaming.  Other days, I am okay.  Reality is….I miss Georgia.  Not really the state itself, although we do have trees there.  I miss my family.  I miss the covenant relationships I have with so many wonderful friends.  I miss Eagles Way Church.   I miss ministering there.

I do well most days.  But, then I struggle immensely other days. 

My sweet friend, Cindy Beall, posted this blog the other day.  I haven’t been able to shake these words from her blog since:


How can Dusty Takle fulfill the call of God on her life when she isn’t allowing herself to grow where she is planted?

And, why is she speaking in third person?

Well, I’ve made a decision to do just that.  To grow wherever I am.  In whatever situation I’m in.  In whatever climate I’m dressing for. 

Because, I don’t want to miss God.

That’s how I feel today.  Tomorrow, I might need a pep talk.  Today, I’m okay.

Grow where you’re planted.  Cindy writes, “I am confident that God will meet you where you are.” 

And, He just might use you to do great things. 


Filed under life, making an impact, Spiritual Journey

Back to life. Back to reality.

Family vacation was oh so nice.  I usually leave the beach with aspirations to one day live there.  But then, I question.  Would I value that wonderment of God’s creation if I soaked it in every single day?  Or would it, like so many blessings in my life, be taken for granted?  Probably the latter.  Unfortunately. 

The comings and goings of vacations are similar to life.  In life, we experience good times and bad.  Scripture tells us that in this life, you will have trouble.  But, it’s in our trouble, in our pain, that God reveals a little more of Who He is.  And, as a result, we are better for it.  If not better for going through the trial in itself, but who we learn that God is in that trial.  When we choose to endure hard times God’s way, He makes Himself known in ways that we could not imagine.  It could be seeing God’s provision during a financially difficult time.  A friend calling you when you are feeling indescribably lonely.  Losing a child and waking up the next morning wondering how you are even breathing. 

I will never, ever forget sitting in my house on Sweetbriar Lane with my eight week old baby boy.  John Henry was asleep.  I was sitting in my living room chair sobbing.  I was lonely.  The despair I was feeling hurt so deeply.  I heard a knock at the door.  It was my friend, Stacey.  I yelled for her to come in.  She did.  And, she saw a young, single mother cradled up in a chair with tears soaking her shirt.  What does Jesus look like?  He looked a lot like Stacey Beheler that night.  She dropped in to give me some things for John Henry.  But, God used her to give me much more that night. 

The Bible says that His grace is sufficient.  A mother who has lost a child has a greater measure of grace than one who has not.  God gives his grace as we need it.  And, He measures it exactly right.

I don’t invite tough times.  But, I also know that without them, we take for granted the good.  During those times, we see and feel the love of God like no other time.  And, it forever changes who we are. 

I would like to be back in a beach chair with my toes in the sand.  I’m not.  But, when I am again, it will be oh so nice. 

“I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.”  John 16:33


Filed under God Stuff

I’m expecting.

Gotcha.  You thought I was about to announce a bun in the oven, didn’t ya?  No.  My baby bump would be a direct result from chips and queso, thank you.

I’m expecting God to do something.  Not part the Red Sea again.  Although, sometimes, I feel like I’m standing at one.  Do you ever feel this stirring in your spirit, and you just can’t seem to put into words or completely comprehend it?  But, you know that God is doing something.  He is working something out for your good.  Or He is preparing you for a something different.

Maybe it’s because I’m being stretched right now.  I’m stepping out into things that I haven’t stepped out into before.  I’m not resisting it…..too much.  I’m trusting in Him.  I’m operating more in faith.  I’m allowing myself to be clay for the Potter.  How’s that for some good, old-fashioned ,spirit-filled talk? 

He is doing something new.  I’m not even being my usual impatient self, desperate to know what tomorrow will bring.  At least not today.  I am, however, desperate in wanting more of Him.  And, I’m just enjoying the ride along the way. 

No matter where we are in life at this moment.  In a valley.  On a mountaintop.  You can trust that our Father is always doing something new. 

For I am about to do something new.  See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?  I will make a pathway through the wilderness.  I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.  Isaiah 43:19

Are you expecting?


Filed under Spiritual Journey

Sometimes, I need a kick in the booty.

There are days I get so wrapped up in myself, it’s disgusting. 

I spent the greater part of yesterday afternoon stressing – yes, stressing – over airline tickets for Disney World and at which resort to stay.  Disney World, people.  During my self-absorbed time where I was my main focus, my friend was at the doctor worried about her young son. 

After she e-mailed me an update on her precious little boy, I put all of my stuff aside and prayed.  Suddenly my stuff, my stress became so trivial.  My obsession over me made me sick.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  Ain’t no shame in spending time with Mickey Mouse and his friends.  If you don’t believe me, just ask this girl.  But, when we become so darn attentive on our wants and needs alone, we so miss God.

God has created us for His glory.  Not ours.  Right this very minute, I want more of Him and way less of me.  I want to be more in tune to what He wants.  And, He wants me to walk through this life in such a way that gives Him glory.  I do this by living beyond myself. 

Many times I think stress becomes selfish.  Because in it, we can forget God and His sovereignty.  Or, as in my case, we fail to recognize that others around us are having a really bad day.  Then, life jumps back into perspective.

I love how God can ever so gently nudge me sometimes and say, “Hey, Dusty, it’s not all about you.”

No Sir, it’s not.  He must become greater and greater, and I must become less and less.  John 3:30


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These small hours.

I have these moments.   Still moments that I honestly hang onto with serious vigor.  You know those moments that you and your spouse look at each other and laugh.  When your child looks in wonderment at her own shadow.  When your son discovers that he can finally snap his fingers.  When you are all together doing nothing but still soaking up the minutes like a sponge.

I had one of these moments last night watching Kris wrestle with the kids.  Listening to Anna tell her daddy that she is “throwing one-hundred different kinds of smoke.”  Laughing at John Henry as he removed his shirt, flexed his muscles, and growled like the Hulk.   

I have these moments.

Where I really, truly appreciate that moment.  Right there. 

I love those moments. 

The Rob Thomas tune, “Little Wonders” from Meet the Robinsons always makes me reflect on those moments.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do and remember that our lives are made in these small hours.

I cannot forget the way I feel right now.

I hope you have a few small hours this weekend.


Filed under gratitude, life

Sarah Palin’s daughter is pregnant!

Okay.  Soooo, what ya think?  Really? 

My thoughts….as a momma, certainly not any kind of politician:

I have a little girl.

Dear Jesus, I hope she is not sitting at seventeen expecting a little pride and joy.

But, if she is.

There are worse things.

I could lose a child.

This is do-able.  Amen?

My mom was 17 when she was blessed to marry John Buren.

At 19, she gave birth to Dusty Leigh.

And, y’all know how smart my momma is.

Whatcha think?


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I have hopes.

“Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.”
– Jose Addison

I couldn’t agree more. 

The latter essential, “something to hope for”, got me thinking.

I have hopes on different levels.  I have the usual hopes that my children will grow up and be Christ-followers.  I have hopes that they will be happy and experience as few as hurts as possible.

I have hopes that I will grow old with Kris.

I have hopes that one day chocolate will be an aid in weight loss.

I have hopes that I will get my butt in gear and write a book.

I have hopes that I will experience Disney World with my children.

I have hopes that God will always provide.

I have hopes that He is control.

I have hopes that Anna’s daily outfit choices will improve.

I have hopes that there is life eternal.

I have hopes.

How ‘bout you?  You got some hopes?


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The Journey

In yesterday’s post, I mentioned how I have been one of those to struggle with the journey part of the sweet spot.  I can think of about a hundred quotes and lines from songs to insert here.  “Life’s a journey, not a destination.”  “Life’s a dance, you learn as you go.”  “It’s my life, it’s now or never.  I ain’t gonna live forever.”  Well, maybe not the Bon Jovi one, but you get the picture.  I thought I’d share a wee bit of my journey  – or some sweet spot moments.

I used to think that the call of God on my life would be some sort of promotion.  A final destination where I stepped into His ultimate plan and walked out my dreams and passion for Him.  I have felt a call into ministry since I was a youngin’.  For a long time, I waited for that glorious day of graduation into “the ministry.”   I’m glad I’m not waiting for that day anymore.  I’m not ready to reach some self-created destination.  Once I get to the end, it’s over.  It really is about the journey.

After I finished college (Go Panthers!), I began teaching school.  For four years, God allowed me to pour into young minds.  Scary, I know.   I could not begin to count the multiple opportunities I had to minister to some pretty amazing kids during this time. 

I soon felt God leading me to go work for my dad full-time, and I left the educational field.  I was in a wonderful position to really see how each ministry operated, and I fell in love with every part – from the local missions to the Sunday morning worship.  Before I knew it, dad’s notes were on the screen for all to follow.  But, I certainly learned much more than I gave.

By the end of 2002, I gave birth to my firstborn.  And, he became my most important mission field.  In 2003, I married Kris and moved to Oklahoma.  And in 2004, Anna Banana made her debut.  Talk about a mission field!

Thanks to the conveniences and luxuries of the internet, continuing to help dad and the ministry of Eagles Way Church has been possible.  Each week, he sends me his notes.  I edit and add to them.  He scratches off my insertions, and still does it his way.  But, on the rare occasion, he lets my thoughts ride.  On occasion. 

I started this blogging thing.  It’s a ministry of some sort – minus the spider stories, road trip adventure recaps, and C.I.A. radar fears.  I hope that I am able to show a little bit of a big Jesus from time to time. 

My greatest ministry is to my husband and children.  Jesus knows that there is no greater call than being a momma.  My ministry to and with Kris is always an adventure.  You should have seen his face when he realized that Samson and Delilah were not from Kentucky.  And, the story of Jonah was not a Disney movie.  Of course, he still denies the authenticity of Jonah.  “No way a man can live in a big fish”, he says.  It’s the only Bible story he refutes, so I just leave it with the Holy Spirit.  Good luck, Holy Spirit.

That’s about it for now.  Am I doing what I thought I would be doing ten years ago?  Not exactly.  And, am I living where I thought I would be living?  Heck no.  But, it’s my journey.  And, as along as He remains at the center of it, I’m okay.


Filed under Spiritual Journey