Princess Lucy

God's Children are Not for Sale

2023-06-21T22:05:00.000-05:00

"Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him." Psalm 127:3 NLT

Kids are unique characters! These "mini-people" are living their best lives - gliding carefree through life. Last week while at Kids' camp, I had the profound opportunity to observe some of these rather "entertaining" characters and their behaviors. I observed that mixing five or more fountain drinks is still a favorite mealtime practice. After a few sips at the table, someone always insists that his/her mixture is the BEST of all time! After the daily drink debate, they withdraw and count their remaining snack-cash-stash from the pockets of the not-exactly-clean clothes that they willingly chose to wear two days in a row. Certainly, these kiddos are quite entertaining. They employ a completely different set of priorities than that of their parents and other adults. However, these kids are enjoying life without many worries at all!

Our society celebrates babies and children. Over the last several years, gender reveal parties have become popular celebrations prior to a baby's birth. Additionally, we lavish the future parents with gifts for the unborn bundle-of-joy so they are well-prepared when the baby arrives. After the baby arrives, photos and texts are sent immediately to notify family and friends of the newborn's arrival. Many rush to the hospital to get a peak at the baby or a photo holding the new little one. It's an extraordinary event and one that deserves a celebration!

Babies and children are BIG NEWS! But tragically many babies and children are big news because they bring big money. Yes, that's correct. Human trafficking is the fastest growing illegal industry in the world. Each year 350,000 children go missing in the US, and it is roughly estimated that 100,000 of those are sex trafficked. The United States is now reported as one of the top sex trafficking destinations in the world. It's an awful, sickening, agonizing realization. BUT we MUST be aware of this tragic crime so we can help fight to end it.

The Sound of Freedom Movie is being released by Angel Studios (The Chosen) on the week of July 4th. Based on a true story, the movie tells of Tim Ballard's journey as a former US agent. He quit his job in order to rescue children from the global sex trafficking industry. He created a private foundation, Operation Underground Railroad, so he and his team could work in any jurisdiction and rescue children directly. Watch the trailer. Grab some tickets. It will be extremely difficult to watch, no doubt! However, I'm willing to be uncomfortable for a couple of hours in order to become more educated and aware of this ever-growing, dreadful crime! Not On My Watch! I do not want to be responsible for this nauseating, filthy behavior reaching my grandbaby, our FirstKids, or any other child EVER again. It stops now! God's Children are NOT for Sale!

Celebration Service for Marvin Ellis Williams

2022-04-23T14:31:00.000-05:00

Marvin Ellis Williams

June 26, 1941- April 21, 2022

Heart Matters: A Message to the Members of First Bossier

2021-10-30T22:25:00.000-05:00

Congressman Mike Johnson- Have you read the Proposed Social Studies Framework for Louisiana?

2021-10-20T22:09:00.000-05:00

July 30, 2021- World Day Against Trafficking in Persons

2021-08-08T17:09:00.001-05:00

Last Friday, July 30, 2021 was World Day against Trafficking Persons. Because it the the week before school begins, I did not get this blog posted as I had wished. Better late than never!

If we are honest with ourselves, there are just some things that we wish we didn't know. Things like the total amount of money that will be paid to purchase a car... or a home. Or the interesting ingredients that are found in your favorite hot dogs. What about the astonishing fact that McDonald's chicken nuggets come in four NAMED shapes? (yikes, and how many of those did I feed to my boys when they were young?) All of these are facts that we wish we didn't know.

The list of "things-we wish-we didn't-know" grows more serious when the topic of sex trafficking is examined. "The Louisiana Attorney General's office reported a 200% increase in online sexual predator cases since the beginning of the pandemic" according to a press release on September 21, 2020. Shamefully, we have swept this problem under the rug.

We can no longer deny that our community, Shreveport-Bossier City, is a hub for child sex trafficking. Yes, you heard me correctly- CHILD sex trafficking. A 2016 Shreveport Times article reported that "102 of 172 sex trafficking victims in Louisiana in 2015 were children." It further states that "eighteen of those victims were under the age of twelve." (data from Department of Children and Family Services) We should not be surprised by this news. Shreveport-Bossier City is home to two interstate highways: I20 running east-west and I49 offering north-south transportation routes. These routes are quick pathways to larger cities.

Victims are sometimes sold by family members. Others are runaways that become trapped when a person makes them feel loved or understood. Some are kidnapping victims. They do not realize that they been preyed upon by vicious predators until it is too late. Regardless of the reason, it is modern day slavery and must be ended!

Denying the issue is no longer an acceptable response. As adults and protectors of our most valuable treasures, our children, we must be fully aware of the human/child trafficking crisis. Observe behaviors. Pay attention to situations that seem slightly off. Maintain constant conversations with your children, teens, and young adults. Make it your job to know who your children or teens are spending their time with. Know where they are. Keep the lines of communication open so they will talk to you about the people that they come in contact with. Teach them to exercise healthy boundaries. Tell them no. If you feel uncomfortable about a situation, it is your job as their guardian to "guard" them from harmful situations. Parenting is a difficult, 24-hour, 365-day a year job. Don't get lazy! And pray. Pray daily for God's protection over your child's life and the lives of their friends.

Treasures are items that are highly valued and extremely prized. When we cherish something or someone, we keep careful watch over it. It is precious and irreplaceable. Our children are treasures from the Lord. We must be on guard to protect the lives of our cherished children. Matthew 18:6 says, "But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea." Pray for the children and teens that are not raised in loving families. Be alert. And always protect the children!

Several years ago, Peyton made me a special gift for Mother's Day with the help of Chad Glover. It was simply a leather bracelet with the word "PURCHASED" embossed on it. I wear it proudly each day to remind myself of two things. First, that I was purchased- I was bought with the most precious blood of a sinless Savior. It reminds me of whose I am! Second, I wear it to remember to pray for our local "Purchased Ministry"and people in our area and those around the world that are part of the sex trafficking industry. We can no longer ignore this growing problem. Stand for those that cannot yet fight for themselves. It matters!

#savethechildren

Tim Tebow Dark to Light

Sound of Freedom movie

I Will Rescue You

Here We Go Again...

2021-07-27T09:47:00.001-05:00

People-- we have a problem. Americans, we have a problem. Teachers, we have a problem. Northwest Louisiana, we have a problem. If you read my Memorial Day post, you are clear about where I stand on discrimination. Discrimination is wrong on every level!

After hearing on KEEL Radio this morning about Caddo Parish's School Employee Directive on Covid-19 Leave for the 2021-2022 school year, I am highly alarmed! See https://710keel.com/covid-leave-policy/ .

For any employees that have reservations about the experimental jab, the images below were taken from a document shared with me. I named it "Questions for Employers Encouraging the Experimental Jab" to help all of us as we navigate this controversial process.

It is time for all of us to WAKE UP and hold those in leadership positions accountable- including the local, state, and national levels. It is time to think of the long-term effects mandates and quick behaviors have upon our families and our nation. America is the Land of the Free, only because of the Brave! Will you be brave enough to question the motives and actions of leadership, or will you simply comply with what you are told out of fear or apathy?

Memorial Day 2021

2021-05-31T23:03:00.004-05:00

After reading the article, "Florida Concert Charging $18 for Vaccinated, $1,000 for Unvaccinated" from The Epoch Times, I was compelled to address the proverbial "elephant-in- the-room." I searched other sources about the breaking story before posting and each article provided almost the same information. Here are several other sources about the story:

bizpacreview.com

Yahoo news article

fox35orlando.com/news/tickets

cnn.com

To Whom It May Concern:

I have a few questions related to the article in The Epoch Times this morning. The article reports on the difference in concert ticket prices for vaccined and unvaccinated persons. According the the article, vaccinated people may purchase tickets to the concert featuring punk band, Teenage Bottlerocket, for $18 in advance and $20 at the door. For unvaccinated persons wanting to attend the concert, the price is $999.99. Immediately, a red flag flies up in my mind! And the question: Why?

According to the article, would-be concert-goer, Brittney Wigen, recently had the Covid-19 virus and still has the antibodies against the virus. She stated that she could obtain a doctor's note regarding her antibodies, but she does not want to take an experimental vaccine when it is not necessary for her at this time. Paul Williams, the concert promoter, said he would not accept a doctor's note about (Brittney's) or other concert goers' conditions because he is not a doctor. Oh really? Again, another red flag. That makes two flags waving violently inside my head.

According to dictionary.com, the second listed definition of discrimination is "treatment or consideration of, or making a distinction in favor of or against, a person or thing based on the group, class, or category to which that person belongs rather than on individual merit". The article from The Epoch Times clearly states that Brittney Wigen possess the Covid-19 antibodies. If she is clinically immune at this time, why would she be forced to pay the higher ticket price? What is the goal here? Safety for all concert-goers? If she is a threat to no one including those that have been vaccinated, I am only left to assume that Brittney is suffering from discrimination.

After hearing of Brittney's circumstances, Ray Carlisle, singer and guitar player for Teenage Bottlerocket, offers a suggestion for those without the vaccine. In a somewhat derogatory comment included in the article, Carlisle states that those without the vaccine should create a Go-Fund Me and "all the other weirdo anti-vaxxers can help support you going..." to the upcoming concert. In other words, "Let them eat cake!"

If that isn't discrimination, I'm not sure what is. However the very definition of discrimination changes to suit the current situation. The word "discrimination" is even being used as a weapon, a scare tactic to force submission. Well, I'm calling foul! With God's help, no longer will I conform or back down to scare the tactics or bullies that try to accuse me of something that I know is not true.

When the illogical is deemed logical, --- something is strangely amiss. We need an army of engaged thinkers to rise-up and ask the tough questions.

As an educatior when my students ask questions, I am confident that they are engaged. We the People must transition into a nation of free-thinking, engaged Americans. Become an engaged student. Ask questions. Look for logic. Search for truth. Trust, but verify. Take responsibility for yourself and for future generations.

We the People must get out of the stands and get into the game! For far too long, many of us have allowed members of our US Military to fight our battles. Our military heroes and heroines (and their families) did not sacrifice for temporary or trivial beliefs. Not at all! Their sacrifice was and continues to be for the foundational principles that were ordained by God. These principles are so clearly stated in the Declaration of Independence.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created

equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain

unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the

pursuit of Happiness."

On Memorial Day as we remember those soldiers and their families that paid the ultimate price for freedom, let us be grateful citizens that never forget their sacrifice. Let us take ownership of the responsibilities that we have been allowed only by the sacrifices of others that have gone before us. Finally, let us take an active role by investing our time and talents in our local communities. Only then will our nation begin to move back toward the ideals and principles that led our forefathers to establish this great nation, the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave.

I challenge you to begin today! Get involved! Do something! Ask those difficult questions. Start healthy conversations with family, friends, and co-workers that others shy away from. Resolve to stand for your beliefs. Understand that many will disagree with you. Determine to disagree without being disagreeable. Grow your love for others as you learn more about their opinions, hurts, and fears. And to think that it began on Memorial Day 2021 with an article about a ticket to a punk rock concert in Florida.

Your friend,

Patriot Princess Lucy

Lessons from the Harbinger II

2021-03-23T18:15:00.000-05:00

I love the Big Apple! I had the opportunity to live there for six weeks in 2014 while enrolled in a practicum class. My partner-in-crime, Kim Slack, and I devoted those summer days to learning to teach students with dyslexia. But during our free time, we marched all over Manhattan. We had many sites to check-off of our Big Apple list in order to get the "full-experience."

Having just read The Harbinger by Jonathan Cahn, I added some historical landmarks to this ever-growing list. One warm afternoon, Kim and I made our way to the oldest part of Manhattan to experience Freedom Hall and locate George Washington's Bible. (Yes, I'm a nerd! I have pictures of George Washington's Bible as it was displayed under the glass case in the Freedom Hall museum.) This was the Bible that our first President used as he was sworn into office.

While living in the Big Apple, Kim and I shared many special memories. We often reflect on our "learning experiences" from our time there. So last spring, our hearts were deeply burdened by the black cloud that seemed to engulf the area. Covid-19 was attacking that region with a vengeance. As classrooms and businesses shut down across our nation, our office also decided to work remotely. Each morning as I prepared for my Zoom classes from my kitchen table, I watched daily updates on Fox & Friends. Devastating reports from New York continued in a downward spiral with many elderly suffering the worst fate; they died alone in nursing homes. It was a huge punch in the gut to so many family members of these beloved seniors. Little "Mrs. Sunshine", Fox & Friends' metorologist, Janice Dean, did not escape the horror. Always perky and positive no-matter-the-weather forecast, poor Janice was heart-broken. Truly devastated. Janice Dean lost both her mother-in-law and father-in-law during this time.

Politics, power, and personality certainly played an enormous role in the deaths of these seniors. It continues to be debated everyday- ALL DAY in the news media and on social media. Regardless of your position on this issue, we can all agree that the loved ones left behind are dealing with deep emotional hurt. Many of their wounds are just beginning to heal. It is my hope and prayer that as Americans can unite in praying for these families and learn valuable lessons so this crisis never happens again.

As I remember the dark cloud of death and disease that seemed to linger over New York, I asked the question, Why? Why had that region of our country seemingly suffered more than any other? Kim and I had made so many precious friends during our stay that summer of 2014. To consider that our precious friends were suffering this devastation was unthinkable. Hadn't these people suffered enormously just a few years before during the September 11th attacks?

As I wrestled with the Lord to try to understand, He reminded me of His holiness. Because He is holy and just, God disciplines those He loves. That was the message that He continued to reveal to me. It's Biblical. We can trace it time and time again in the Bible. This nation, We the People- ME INCLUDED - have turned our backs on Holy God. We have not allowed Him to be first place in our hearts and lives. We have been too busy chasing the "American Dream" instead of standing guard over the American Dream. It was only by Divine Providence that we defeated the British over two hundred years ago. But, We the People have allowed sin to creep into our lives little by little. A slow fade.

The "Trust but Verify" Policy slipped away with President Reagan. We the People allowed candidates with little regard for God's laws to be elected and/or appointed to offices at the city, state, and national levels. These godless leaders pursued falsified agendas. This corrupt leadership on both sides of the aisle continued to gain power-- ALOT of power-- TOO much power. When We the People gave them an inch, they took one-hundred miles! We ignored their immoral behaviors as we continued to pursue our "American Dream."

Less than fifty years ago the Roe v. Wade (1973) decision legalized abortions in our country. How far we drifted in such a realatively short amout of time! As a fifth-grader in 1982, I remember feeling privileged to accept a New Testiment Bible from the Gideons in my public school. In 1993, I began teaching in public school, and I remember when my students received New Testement Bibles from the Gideons. Yep. So much has changed in a relatively short amount of time. New Testement Bibles being given out in the public school in 2021 simply does not happen. It seems like a lifetime ago, but it wasn't. Please forgive us, Lord Jesus.

While We the People were busy making money, climbing the corporate ladder, raising our children, or just trying to keep our heads above water, we lost our way. We the People forgot or neglected the foundational principles that our country was built upon. We the People lost our purpose. We failed to reflect on the past. We grew accustom to conviences- fast food, convience stores, food delivery services. We the People lived for instant gratification. When crucial issues arose, We the People did not have time to work these issues into our busy, selfish schedules. We the People became lazy and trusted that someone else would fight for our foundational beliefs. Shame. On. Us. While we were so terribly distracted- We the People- lost sight of our most precious gift- the gift of life. Our children. Our future.

In early January, I listened to Jonathan Cahn's Harbinger II audiobook. I definately reccommend it, and I do not want to reveal too much as it is full of valuable information. However, there is one specific element explained in the book that I want share as it relates to New York and our entire country. Cahn explains in The Harbinger II that the Hindu goddess, Kali was projected onto the south side of the Empire State Building in 2015. This display was reportedly in efforts to raise awareness about wildlife extinction.(I'm not buying that any way you slice it- but judge for yourself.) If you know me, you can be certain that I researched the goddess, Kali immediately. And let me tell you- if I had seen her giant image projected and onto the side of the Emipre State Building as a child, I would have suffered from nightmares for weeks possibly years! Look it up. It is startling! But as an adult, it is even more disturbing! From the buddah garden, this Hindu goddess represents "distruction and dissolusion". (Not my words- visit the link) Kali means, "the Black One", and she is known to destroy ignorance. Her frightening appearance features "wild eyes, a protruding tongue, and a bloody sword." That is a mild description. There is definately more to her disturbing story. But don't take my word for it- do your own research.

So in 2015, the Empire State Building projects the image of Kali, Hindu goddess of distruction. Less than five years later, ambulance lights flashed to atop the Empire State Building to honor the first responders in the midst of the Covid-19 pandemic. Quite a contrast. First a symbol of distruction is displayed followed by a distress call only four years later? The symbols tell the story.

Hindu goddess, Kali Ambulance Lights

While We the People were busy being BUSY, we allowed ungodly and corrupt leaders to gain political power and run or ruin our land. This is unacceptable! It will not be tolerated! It is now TAKE-BACK Time!

We the People must reassess our values!

We the People must determine our non-negotiable principles and foundational beliefs!

And We the People must STAND strong and stand together!

As in 1776, the only way We the People will win this battle for liberty is by the grace of God. There will only be a Take-Back if He allows our efforts to be successful. We are in the final hours. We the People must repent and pray.

To quote the "recently-canceled" children's author Dr. Seuss from his famous book, The Lorax:

"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better. It's not."

Powerful words found in a children's classic.

Yet it is in the God-breathed scriptures that I find hope and much-needed wisdom. These are the words that God spoke to King Solomon about the nation of Israel. I believe they are true for America today.

2 Chronicles 7:14 "If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land."

The time is now. What will you do?

Dear God, We the People repent of our past failures and sins. We seek you for wisdom and understanding. We ask for your forgiveness and pray that you will heal our land. Give us wisdom and strength that only comes from you. Help us walk in your ways! We need you like never before! Amen.

Hooray for Diffendoofer Day- Celebrate Read Across America, HBD Dr. Seuss and Mom!!!

2021-03-01T23:22:00.006-06:00

Hooray for Diffendoofer Day was a project that Dr. Seuss began before his death in 1991. He had sketches drawn and verses written, but he had not completed the book. Author Jack Prelutsky contributed to the previously written script while illustrator Lane Smith added his drawings to compliment Dr. Seuss's sketches. This book is collaboration at its finest.

Definitely one of my favorite books, this story features a teacher named "Miss Bonkers"! Who wouldn't want to read this interesting story!? But the text is much more than an entertaining rhyme. It sends a clear message about the importance of celebrating individual talents and abilities. And it praises people for their expertise in a variety of areas that aren't always recognized and appreciated. In essence, it validates individuals and highlights the attributes that make each person unique.

Psalm 139:14 says, "I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." The God of the universe created each of us with special gifts and talents. Dr. Seuss, Jack Prelutsky, and Lane Smith celebrate these God-given talents in this special book.

Dr. Seuss was once again ahead-of-his-time when he jotted his notes and sketches for this book. Although the gifts and talents that make one unique are highlighted, the theme focuses on the dreadful "standardized testing cycle". In my opinion, the theme is painted so cleverly that Dr. Seuss's view on this single issue cannot be misunderstood. While I enjoy analyzing data, (possibly a little more than the next person) test scores should never define the worth of our students. It is important for school administrations, educators, parents, and students to remember that test scores are only one path for measuring learning. And for some students, pencil-paper and/or computer-generated test do not accurately measure their development and intelligence.

If you have not read the book, you may want to listen to it here.

The principal, Mr. Lowe - the one with the fluffy eyebrows- nervously announced to the students of the Diffendoofer School that the time had come to administer the dreaded, standardized test. The students were not nervous; they well-prepared for the assessment. These students had learned many different skills, and they possessed one more "secret weapon". These student knew how to think. They could THINK. What a novel idea! Teaching students to think- allowing them to think- and validating their thoughts and ideas!

It reminds me of a special group with big ideas that faced many hardships and disappointments. A couple hundred years ago, these were the ones that thought and dreamed about creating an new country unlike any other, the United States of America. It was the American Patriots that followed their thoughts, dreams, and prayers of liberty and freedom. Because of God's great providence, this rag-tag Continental Army drove the well-trained British Red Coats back across the pond. And it is my belief that the Revolutionary War was won, not because of superior war-fare tactics, BUT due to the extensive spy ring that General Washington developed to gain intel on our enemies. To put it simply--- WE OUTSMARTED THEM!

So it is quite disturbing when students are not encouraged to develop their talents and abilities. The United States is in critical need of students that are taught problem-solving, analytical, and logical-thinking skills. These skills must be taught and practiced. Often. Daily. Because there IS more than one way to skin a cat, these learning strategies must be shared or communicated within the classroom. For example, three students may work separately a single math problem three different ways. Each student may calculate the answer correctly. When each student can explain the steps used to solve the given problem that equals success.

Today let's celebrate Dr. Seuss, Read Across America Day, our unique God-given talents, and our ability to think!

Celebrate all-star athletes, authentic authors,
Energetic educators, abstract artists,
The bare-handed builders that work in the sun,
The power-thinkers that work until the job's done!
The young, the old, the big and small -
Each offers unique gifts that should be celebrated by all!

Happy Birthday, Mom and Dr. Seuss!!!

Read Across America and Cancel Culture?

2021-02-28T14:58:00.002-06:00

Read Across America is held each year on March 2nd. I know this because it's my mom's birthday, and she shares her birthday with Dr. Seuss. What a great day of celebration for all ages! Exciting activities are planned by dedicated teachers for this special day. Students and teachers celebrate reading and Dr. Seuss! And Dr. Seuss happens to be one of my MOST favorite authors with his rhythmic-style and "coined" words and phrases. Theodor Seuss Geisel, aka Dr. Seuss, is simply one-of-a-kind. And who doesn't love a rare treasure?

Not many years ago, Dr. Seuss was labeled "progressive." Several of his most famous books including The Butter Battle Book and The Lorax were considered "controversial". With themes related to the nuclear arms race or conserving our natural resources, perhaps Dr. Seuss was ahead of his time. Yet, it was his seemingly-simple books that led to the best conversations, creations, and ideas from my students! Dr. Seuss's books invigorated students (and their teachers) on March 2nd each year.

So one can only imagine my surprise after reading that the Loudoun County Public Schools in Virginia chose to "Cancel Dr. Seuss" citing racial undertones.

"As we become more culturally responsive and racially conscious, all building leaders should know that in recent years there has been research revealing radical undertones in the books written and the illustrations drawn by Dr. Seuss," the school district continued.

See the following link for the article. https://www.foxnews.com/us/loudoun-county-public-schools-dr-seuss-racial-undertones

Baffling. If I thought for one minute that this was true, I would have never used these books in my classroom. Not one single time did I ever detect any racism. Never. And just in case I missed it, at least one of the hundreds of students that transitioned through my classroom for over twenty years would have noticed. AND that student would have mentioned it to his/her parents who would have certainly informed me that there was a problem. It did not happen. Not one time.

So canceling Dr. Seuss aka Read Across America Day is a problem for me on many levels.

First, reading is a complex skill. Students learn to read at different rates. Research shows that one in five people suffer from dyslexia or other language based learning disabilities. (Dyslexic students often require a structured, multi-sensory, Orton Gillingham-based literacy program.) Comprehension involves six complicated skills, therefore the challenging task of learning to read should be celebrated!

Next, reading provides freedom. It allows us to escape into a fantasy world, travel back in time to historical events, study newly-discovered data, and determine the ingredients needed to create one's favorite dessert. This seemingly simple skill is a requirement even for small tasks and should never be taken for granted. This freedom most definately demands to be celebrated!

Finally, reading provides the groundwork needed to begin a variety of conversations. Whether it results from an incredible sports play described in an internet article, the debate of a Shakespearean play during English class, or the dialogue exchange about a Biblical passage during your small group, reading leads to liberation. It sparks creative conversations leading to new inventions and provides essential information necessary for panel discussions. Reading promotes growth both personal growth and growth in our society. The ability to read is truly liberating.

For these reasons, I do not understand why Loudoun County Public School would choose to cancel Read Across American Day and Dr. Seuss.

When the illogical is deemed logical, I am forced to ask difficult questions.

What would be the reasons to cancel the celebration of Dr. Seuss and reading?
Is reading not important to this school system anymore?
Does the current administration desire for their students to be forever dependent upon the bureaucracy? Why?
Why would a school district stop reading books by Dr. Seuss after so many years? (Will teachers be allowed to show the Seuss-inspired movies with a Hollywood spin?)
Is this "Cancel Culture" behavior due to the themes in Dr. Seuss's books? (Many of his themes encourage conversation and promote creativity and logical thinking.)
Could this public school system in Virginia want to crush creativity and problem-solving strategies in their students? Why?

I could go on, but I'm confident you get the message.

According to the above article, Learning for Justice, a liberal education advocacy group, pressured the district into putting a hault on the yearly celebration honoring Dr. Seuss. The article states that Learning for Justice (in efforts to uphold the mission of Southern Poverty Law Center) determined that Dr. Seuss's writing and illustrations include racial undertones according to research.

Please understand my message. Cancel Culture is not the way. Open conversations (also known as the freedom of speech) lead to a deeper understanding for everyone involved. Policy change is an option, but only after a particular situation has been discussed openly and fairly. You may disagree with my opinion, and I am just fine with that. What we all MUST agree on is that the cancel policy hurts everyone- not just one side or the other. Instead, we must agree to abide by a code of ethics in order to collaborate effectively and together determine how to proceed in these situations. Only then will we begin to build bridges and understand one another on a deeper level.

Proverbs 27::17 says, "Iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another." With God's help, we can share differing opinions in authentic and productive conversations while showing God's love for our fellow man. I believe that is a WIN-WIN combination.

Ruby Bridges- "Guard Your Heart"

2021-02-19T20:38:00.005-06:00

Proverbs 4:23 says, "Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it." (NIV) As I continue to learn from this verse, I am reminded of Ruby Bridges. She is such a unique character in the history of our great nation.

Ruby was born September 8, 1954. The ruling for Brown vs. the Board of Education was also decided the year Ruby was born. Just six years later, Ruby was asked to something that required enormous courage. She was one of six African American students that tested (the previous year) and scored high enough to be elgible for enrollment in her neighborhood school. The William Frantz School, located in New Orleans, was Ruby's neighborhood school.

Integration was no easy task. Ruby was the only African American student chosen to integrate her neighborhood school. The only one! Can you imagine? US Marshals escorted Ruby along with her mother to school the first day. There were barricades and screaming mobs. Thankfully, little Ruby associated the baracades and loud mobs with Mardi Gras celebrations. However, her innocence was quickly stolen. No one at William Frantz School was prepared to teach Ruby on her first day. Most of the families had chosen to keep their students home in protest.

Barbara Henry from Boston was new to the William Frantz School and agreed to teach Ruby. Ruby was the only student in her class. Mrs. Henry taught Ruby while helping her with her feelings and emotions of being ostracized.

Each day she was escorted to school by US Marshals. When Ruby had to use the restroom, they escorted her. One morning as Ruby walked into school she heard a woman in the crowd threaten to poison her. After that event, Ruby stopped eating the lunch that her mom prepared for her each day. Ruby began to suffer from nightmares. Eventually, she saw child psychologist, Dr. Robert Coles, who volunteered his time due to his concern for Ruby. When the school janitor found a rodent problem in Mrs. Henry's classroom, he and Mrs. Henry discovered that Ruby had been hiding her lunches in a cabinet. She had been too frightened to eat them. The hateful woman's threat had really bothered Ruby and caused her to be fearful of eating her lunch prepared at home. When Mrs. Henry realized the issue, she began bring Ruby a lunch from her home for the remainder of the year.

One morning another person in the crowd proudly displayed a wooden coffin with a black doll inside. I cannot begin to imagine the intense emotions that six-year-old Ruby was facing. (People can be so very hateful. We often see their "true colors" when they don't get their way.)

But Ruby was not the only one that was being tormented. Her father lost his job. Her grandparents were forced to move from the land that they had worked on as sharecroppers for over twenty-five years. The family was banned from the local grocery store where they had shopped in the past. Unbelievable!

But eventually, Ruby's community - blacks and whites - showed support and kindness to Ruby and her family in various ways. Some of the neighbors watched Ruby's home as protectors. Another neighbor provided Ruby's father with a job. Several walked behind the US Marshals on trips to and from school each day. Eventually, some of the students returned to school.

One morning as Mrs. Henry watched Ruby and her escorts, she noticed that Ruby stopped and mouthed words as if she was talking to the crowd. When she entered the classroom, Mrs. Henry told Ruby that she had never observed her stop and address the crowd before. Ruby informed Mrs. Henry that she was not speaking to the crowd, but she was simply saying a prayer as she did everyday. Ruby went on to explain that she usually prayed before turning the corner on her way to and from school each day. But this day, Ruby had forgotten to pray. After realizing this, she stopped and prayed for her tormentors in the heat of the battle just before entering William Frantz Elementary School.

Later one of Ruby's escorts, Federal Marshal Charles Burkes, reported that Ruby never cried or whimpered. He stated, "She just marched along like a little soldier."

How could a six-year-old girl change American History? How did she fight this overwhelming battle without engaging her enemies? I think I might know.

Ruby guarded her heart. She was a six-year-old girl determined to "guard her heart". It is remarkable to say the least.

The prayer that she prayed twice daily is reported to be this:

"Please God, try to forgive these people because even if they say those bad things, they don't know what they are doing. So, You could forgive them, just like You did those folks a long time ago when they said terrible things about You."

Well if that doesn't step on your toes, I don't know what will!

Ruby Bridges loved people and forgave people, just like Jesus. She guarded her heart. I love the story of Ruby Bridges. It inspires me to practice love and forgiveness. It remind me to "guard my heart above all because it is the well-spring of life." It compels me to pray for my enemies even when I'm not feeling it- "because they don't know what they are doing".

My prayer is that God makes me strong enough to establish my boundaries, yet sensitive enough to pray for my enemies. Even when it doesn't make sense.

Here is the book that I sugguest reading to children if you are a teacher, parent, grandparent, aunt, or uncle:

The Story of Ruby Bridges

Other source to learn more about Ruby Bridges:

Biography.com/activist/ruby-bridges

www.rubybridges.com

An Open Letter to Senator Bill Cassidy of Louisiana

2021-02-12T18:21:00.026-06:00

#TakeCourage

2021-01-20T23:48:00.000-06:00

You can call me crazy; it's fine with me. But I can tell you of numerous stories of God's perfect timing. He's shown up in my life every time I've ever asked Him to and even during times that I didn't! His timing is always perfect, and I know that I can trust Him no matter what!

Allow me to explain...

My literature and American History classes read George Washington's Secret Six (by Brian Kilmeade and Don Yaeger) before the Christmas holidays as it paired nicely with our American History textbook. And as usual, I discovered some valuable insight about the American Revolution that I was not previously aware of. It fascinated me so that I asked my students to choose four miracles that occurred during the revolution and write about each. (They only had to choose four -although there were many more!) Pride swelled in my heart as I read their writings about these special events. My pride shifted to gratitude as I pondered the blessing of my birthright. Had I ever really considered that only by "Devine Providence" (or blessings from the Almighty God) had this nation won its freedom from the king? Probably not, but God was beginning to get my attention.
Not even a week after New Year's Day, my patriotism took a nose-dive while watching the Congress approve the 2020 Presidential Election. While I've experienced many highs and lows during the entire election process, I knew where to look for consistancy. The Word of God- it never changes. And that was exactly where I was looking for answers to uncertain times.
Last Wednesday night, I began the Take Courage: A Study of Haggai Bible Study by Jennifer Rothschild. Immediately, the Lord used this study to speak to my heart. Each day, the passages I studied were so relevent to my life. It was almost as if I was living in Old Testament days. Words of comfort, reminders of His constant faithfulness, and commands reminding me not be discouraged. I know it sounds crazy. But He truly knows every detail of my life. And yours, too. He cares for me. He cares for you. And most importantly, I have found Him faithful. Time after time, He is always faithful. And He is worthy to be trusted.
On January 20, 2021, my bible study read, Day 5: The Prophet, The Politician, and The Priest. Surprising? Not really. That's the way He works. He knows all about me and loves me anyway. He knows my anxious thoughts and my spirit of fear. And He wants me to rest in Him. So when I read the following:
"No matter how high the office, no man is higher than the Most High. Think of it like this: America doesn't just elect a new commander-in-chief every four years to be president. God, the Commander of the universe, allows a person to be president. The Most High, our God, has got this! God is sovereign and in ultimate control, even over what seems totally crazy and out-of-control. God is ultimately in charge of those who are in charge- prophets, priests, and yes, even politicians (Rom. 13:1)." (Jennifer Rothschild, Take Courage: A Study of Haggai pp.29)
Say what? I had to laugh to myself. And then gasp, as I tried to comprehend that the God of the universe has a specific message for me today! As I turned the page, it read:
"So trust His process." (pp. 30).
Once again I was comforted - on a day that should be anything but comforting. The message from the King of Kings to me is clear. Take Courage! Hold the Line! The Great I Am is in total control! So keep praying and keep the faith! Sleep tight! I am confident that God isn't finished with America yet! How do I know? I asked Him and that is what He showed me today. January 20, 2021. Inauguration Day.

2020 Night Before Christmas

2020-12-23T19:33:00.003-06:00

Having taught American History for over half of my life, I'm a huge fan! (Notice that I didn't say "history buff"! You won't find me on Jeopardy or in any history bowl competition. Honestly, when under pressure - I tend to forget the names of some key players or offer the wrong dates for important battles.) But, it's really the individual stories that impresses me most. You might be thinking that my interest in American History is mainly because I'm a teacher. Or maybe it's because I'm simply a nerd at heart. Whatever you think is fine- it won't hurt my feelings, and it doesn't change my mind. I know the history of this great country and stories of its key players, the Patriots.

When my boys were in elementary school, I encouraged them to participate in the American Heritage Poetry Contest every year. Both accommidated their mother's wishes. They memorized and recited poems about American Heroes each year. As they prepared to recite their poems, I had the opportunity to teach them about some ordinary people that behaved in extraordinary fashion - forever altering the history of our country.

I wasn't the only one doing the educating, though. How shocked I was when Nate revealed to me the subject of his fifth grade Social Studies Fair project. I was blown away as he "taught his teacher/mom" about The Turtle. Before that day, I was completely unaware that during the American Revolution a submarine, The Turtle, was designed by Patriots to perform a suprise attack on British ships in Boston Harbor. Who knew? In case you are wondering, The Turtle was not exactly successful at its mission, but Wow! Needless to say, he took his teacher/mom to school that day! And I have never forgotten it.

Clearly, all of us can learn valuable lessons from the past. Those timeless lessons can make us better when we allow it. I know that I continue to learn invaluable lessons from Patriots of our past. These are the stories that cause me to self-reflect and self-evaluate my own personal role in history. What part will I play? Am I willing to make sacrifices so future generations can enjoy the liberities given to me? These are just a few of the questions that I have wrestled with on my journey.

Last night while I was tossing some of these intense questions around in my mind, I decided to write a little poem. Because Christmas is almost here, I thought, "Why not make it '2020 Night Before Christmas'?' So here it is- my version of "2020 Night Before Christmas". I hope you enjoy! If you don't, it's fine. (You and I were awarded that liberty in our US Constitiution- Ammendment 1.)

Dancing in the Rain

2020-07-26T14:08:00.000-05:00

As many of you know, my oldest son, Peyton, was to marry the girl of his dreams on May 30, 2020. Covid-19 pushed the ceremony back to July 24, 2020. The bride and groom moved forward with grace and confidence knowing that God's timing is always perfect.

The entire week both Peyton and Peyton expressed how they intended for their ceremony to praise God and present the gospel. They were intentional and sincerely wanted His will to be done.

On Thursday night July 23, we arrived to rehearse at the wedding site in Keatchie. With a slightly overcast sky and a cool breeze, the calm waters from Lake Marie provided the perfect backdrop for a gorgeous outdoor wedding! Their wedding day was just hours away!

On Friday, July 24th, praise and worship music filled the girls' suite. The bride and bridesmaids enjoyed the sweetest day. And I kept an eye to the sky and shot several photos of the blue skies and fluffy white clouds while thanking God for this glorious day and this precious young lady that was an answer to many years of prayers.

Each of the girls radiated beauty with a little help from Ashton and Grace, aka the make-up and hair dynamic duo. And the bride, she was simply stunning. Confident. Graceful. Elegant.

The girls boarded the shuttle van to take them to the site. Thereas and I followed the van in seperate vehicles, but we were both praying for the approaching clouds to disappear quickly.

Once at Keatchie, Theresa and I boarded the van. The girls were adding last minute touch-ups to their hair and make-up. And then the thunder roared and the bottom fell out. And sweet Nikki, the bride's cousin, prayed the most sincere, honest prayer that comforted my soul. The singing and praising continued followed by a peace that passes all understanding. When the rains stopped, the bride was just giddy as she watched umbrellas pop up like popcorn from all over the parking area. So many family and friends would not let a little thunderstorm keep them from this special ceremony.

The wedding began, and just before the third bridesmaid made her way down the aisle, the bottom fell out again! Within minutes, the reception tent was transformed into the ceremony site with a floral arbor and colorful arrangements lining the aisle. And we began again. Giggles and grins changed the atmosphere in a moment. And it was magical.

Peyton-Girl glided down the aisle looking like the covergirl of Bride's Magazine -the June edition no less. The ceremony was EVERYTHING that they had prayed it would be. Chad acknowledged that someone there evidently needed to hear the gospel from the PA system that was only available in the reception tent. Nothing more needed to be said. It was their prayer- that the gospel be shared- and the Lord honored their prayers in a very real way- a thunderstorm on their wedding day. Who doesn't love to dance in the rain?

It was spiritual ceremony where the Lord was honored. We celebrated. We took numberous pictures. We danced. And we will always remember that special night.

The following day the hotel management commented to Theresa and me about the bride with "three inches of mud on the bottom hem of her dress". Well, she wouldn't have it any other way! And I am so thankful. Thankful for muddy dresses and muddy suits. Thankful for friends and family that love us enough to get a little wet and messy. Thankful for muddy shoes and so many memories! I am mostly thankful for a God that listens to our prayers and chooses to honor them in the most creative, unique, memorable ways!

Proverbs 21:19 states, "Many are the plans in a person's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails."

2019-09-14T09:23:00.001-05:00

To My 3rd Son,

It's Saturday, September 14, 2019! It's your Wedding Day! (And don't ever forget your anniversary!)LOL!

I'm so thankful that the Lord put your amazing family in our lives about twenty years ago! Peyton would come home from daycare talking about you- his best buddy!

I did a little background check on your family by calling the FBI and my second mom, Betty Perdue, to quiz her about this "James" family. She assured me that y'all were a fine Christian family.... your daddy was a coach, your mom worked in health care, and y'all attended Willow Point Baptist Church.

One day I called your house and asked if I could take you to the movie with Peyton. Your parents agreed, and I went to Pepperwood Circle to pick-up the "Wee Center Legend", Jacob James, and meet your family. Of course your mom was at work and only your dad was home. He was so nice as he helped me wrestle another car seat in the back of my Maxima. Little did I know that this family would have such a godly influence on our lives.

When it was time for you and PT to begin Kindergarten, PT cried his eyes out when he found out that you were going to Stockwell and not to Apollo! I had to convince him that he would see you every time we had baseball or football practice.

There have been many baseball trips, fishing trips, target practice, beach vacations, and do you remember that time that I took y'all rolling to Kady Mattison's house? (LOL!!! I'll just leave that right there) Your mom and I even became great friends and ran a few half-marathons and one full together -- all because of the "Wee Center Legend", Jacob James! By the way, she always beat me! Big Time!

What a privilege it has been to watch God work in your life! As a middle schooler, I observed you share the love of Christ while handing out Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes to the children of Juarez. (even though Lisa and I had to yell at you both about going to the bathroom alone in Mexico- lol!) While at Airline, all eyes were on you. You were the quarterback, and you played VARSITY baseball as a FRESHMAN. We cheered even louder for you! I remember one sticky, hot evening at Captain Shreve during a freshman football game, a player was jabbing you in the ribs and another poking your eyes after the whistle. And it happened just below my seat in the bleachers, and that was NOT good! I screamed and hollered and thought I was going to have to punch the refs for not throwing a flag! When I finally sat down, I overheard a Shreve parent say, "Her son must be the quarterback!"

I thought to myself, "Well, you might as well be mine and those guys better watch out!"

You led your team in prayer under Friday Night Lights and set an example for so many who were watching you. While in college, you served as in intern for the youth ministry. You experienced ministry and responsibility. The students loved you and still do!

As you begin this exciting chapter of your life, my prayer is that you and Whitney will continue to seek the Lord. Matthew 6:33 tells us, "But seek first his kingdom and righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well." Life is hard. Marriage is hard. The enemy wants us to lose focus! Especially those that are making a difference for His kingdom. And I am certain that you and Whitney are doing just that- making a difference! Put on your armor daily! Stay in the Word, love her deeply, and put her needs ahead of your own! Cherish her! She is your treasure! Congratulations!

#letthejamesbegin

Love,
Momma Lucy

Dear Single Mom,

2019-09-10T06:27:00.002-05:00

Dear Single Mom,

Let me start my offering you an apology. Up until the last few years, I was honestly ignorant to the severity of your struggles. I was the girl that said, “Why can’t they just stay together for the kids?” Shame. On. Me.

Don’t get me wrong, I know all too well that divorce produces excruciating pain, heartbreak, and long term consequences. Furthermore, the subject is often taboo especially in our churches where so many are affected, but the pain is real.

It’s acknowledging defeat.

The death of a dream.

And the consequences associated with this decision will forever change you and those you love. Divorce should certainly be the last option- when all else fails.

When.

All.

Else.

Fails.

And unfortunately, sometimes it does.

When all else fails and the dust finally settles, you are left with so many broken pieces. You do your best to help your children begin to heal. It's NO fun. It’s dreadful, gut-wrenching pain. And ONLY with the help of the Great Physician, you can gently put one foot in front of the other and walk into “your new normal”.

This “new normal” feels like a foreign land. It’s desolate, somewhere that you would never have imagined yourself being, and nowhere you ever wanted to be!

But this lonely desert is exactly where you have the opportunity to see who God really is! Would this have ever happened if I were still a married mom? I can’t answer that. But this is what I know: When God says, “I Am”- He is! I have had the privilege of sharing and teaching these truths to my boys that I have only experienced while walking this lonely, uncertain road.

Both of my boys have matured into handsome, godly, young men. In my opinion, they are wise beyond their years. And I am truly thankful. Their lives bless me daily. I am forever grateful that the Lord chose me to be their mom!

So be encouraged and hang in there, single mom! God loves you more than you know and only wants what is best for you and your children! Hold on to Him and do not let go! I promise He will show you great and mighty things that you did not already know. These aren’t my words- they are His words.(“Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.” Jeremiah 33:3)

When I was a classroom teacher, Jeremiah 29:11 was plastered above my dry-erase/smart board on a huge three-foot banner that ran the length of my classroom. (Thank you Robyn Horton) It begins one of my most favorite passages:

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.”

Jeremiah 29:11-14

These verses have encouraged me during my darkest days! In spite of the unforeseen detour that my life took, I have an undeniable faith-journey. And I believe that the best is yet to come!

Be encouraged, single mom! Oh, How He Loves Us! He knows right where you are! And He is revealing to you undeniable truths that you may have never had the opportunity to experience without walking this road. Share these godly truths with your children. Find joy in your journey. You are the daughter of the MOST HIGH! The KING of KINGS is YOUR dad! Smile and wave as you wear your crown, Princess! Your best is yet to come!

You are in my prayers!

Love your big sister,

Princess Lucy

Peyton Olivia Hunsicker- An Answer to this BoyMom's Prayers

2019-08-04T21:40:00.000-05:00

Big News! After 22 plus years of being a #boymom, the tide is turning! I am going to be a #girlmom- well almost! Last night, Peyton (boy) got down on one knee and ask the most amazing, charming, talented, gorgeous, kind-hearted, fun-loving young lady to be his forever wife! Her name is Peyton Olivia Hunsicker! AKA Peyton-Girl! I love her! Nate loves her! Mawmaw and Poppy love her! She is most definately an answer to this momma's prayers! (8,235.8 plus days of prayers to be exact)

Peyton-Girl is a treasure! I am beyond blessed to call her my daughter! Congratulations, Peyton and Peyton! Continue to seek the Lord each day! We are thrilled to have a front row seat to watch as He continues to work in both of your lives! xoxo

Since the first time that I heard Wayne Watson sing, "Somewhere in the World Tonight" - I knew that I would have to make a video of the little girls that my boys will marry! So this is just for you Peyton-Girl!

Happy Father's Day, Dad!

2019-06-16T22:58:00.000-05:00

Blahaha! The fellas don't like photos!

Dear Dad,

Happy Father’s Day! Thank you for loving mom, Craig, and me! Thank you for always using a gentle voice and a firm hand. Thank you for being an encourager. I loved reading the notes and scriptures that you left me daily as you encouraged me when I was growing up. Thank you for meeting me at Brownlee Park at 4:25 AM when I had to have those early jogs. (I just wanted to be like you & run a marathon- didn’t quite get a time as fast as yours, but I did it!) I know the only reason you went was to be sure that I was safe. Thanks for baby-sitting my boys! Thanks for taking them hunting and helping them appreciate the great outdoors. Thank you for showing compassion and teaching me what that should look like daily. Thank you for modeling a servant’s heart. There aren’t many men that are BIG enough to put others before themselves. Thank you for being dependable. I watched your concern for my Granny and noted how you took such responsibility for her well-being until she went to heaven. I know how deeply you love each of your sisters, as well as, sisters/brothers-in-law. I know you have always gotten up early so that you could offer up prayers for your all of your family and friends. Thank you most of all for giving us unconditional love! I am beyond blessed to be born your daughter! And my boys value your wisdom and always desire their “Poppy’s” approval!

Happy Father's Day to the BEST Dad EVER! Love you BIG!

Love,

Dawn

Nate's Graduation 2019

Walk for Life 2019

1995

The Best Christmas

2018-12-12T08:07:00.001-06:00

I can honestly say that I was struggling with Pastor Brad Jurkovich's (PBJ) message series entitled, #TheBestChristmas. Oh, I knew that I needed a slight “heart” adjustment. I even raised my hand to confessed it and earnestly prayed about my attitude Sunday morning.

I am not usually a “Grinch”, but I can make a list of situations in my little world that are not quite ideal this December. But as PBJ stated last Sunday, Jesus-the King of heaven and earth- was not born during “ideal” circumstances. Born in a cave, he spent his first night in a feed trough for animals. (I am certain this is not how Mary had envisioned spending the first night with her first-born.)

But I am human. So what is worse than being convicted of your bad attitude by your pastor? I’ll tell you.

It is being convicted while listening to a recorded message by your first-born son! Ughhh! Peyton was preaching about contentment and gratitude. I even chimed-in with my own efforts to help him with an illustration while he was preparing. Do not laugh! I encouraged him to use my favorite Christmas movie, It’s a Wonderful Life! Well... he did not, and I doubt that this black and white classic is a popular Christmas flick of college students.

But the struggle is real, I confess. It is embarrassing. The truth is that I continued to pray for God to give me “joy” this Christmas season.

Then early Monday morning I heard the news mention that a call had come through to the Bossier City Fire Department, and First Bossier (FBB) was on fire! As it was shown from a camera near I-220, enormous flames appeared in the dark sky! After making a couple of calls, I woke up the boys to fill them in. And I prayed silently.

You see, this was not the first fire at FBB. It was the second.

A number of years ago when I was in middle school (or junior high as they called it back then) FBB had an electrical fire. (It happened to be the night my brother was baptized- so I remember it well!) The damage was not as extensive, but it was serious. Plastic blue folding chairs were placed into tidy rows on the gym floor. (Today known as the Loft). This is where we met for worship at least for part of the time while repairs were being made. Sunday School classes met in every tiny space available on that campus. It was not easy. I am certain that the logistics were quite difficult. But God used that fire to unify our church and community members when we needed it so.

However, I do not remember the logistical issues as problems from the fire in mid 80s. I do not remember the inconveniences the fire caused with parking or loss of resources. I do not remember bad attitudes concerning the overall difficulties the fire brought.

But I do remember...sitting in those blue plastic folding chairs and having to straighten them as we left. It gave me a sense of ownership and investment even as a teenager. I remember listening a little more closely to the messages. The acoustics were less than perfect, but I was hanging onto every word. I remember everyone loving each other a little more because we were on this unknown journey together.

Fast forward thirty-something years and there is another fire. As many have seen the destruction caused from this massive inferno, it is a miracle that no one was seriously injured. Praise the Lord!

And knowing that in all the devastation: 1.)The cross in the children’s worship area still stands 2.)A large Bible from Faith Chapel survived -it appears untouched-despite the massive quantities of water that were pumped into Faith Chapel for hours and hours 3.)The almost 5,000 OCC shoeboxes had already been sent to the final distribution center 4.) Celebrate Recovery met on Monday night as the hot spots still smoldered. Miraculously, Freedom Church provided the space for CR to meet with plenty of time to inform the members 5.)And HOLY SMOKE- which is kinda being used figuratively and literally -the Christmas lights came on at the church tonight while (my childhood friend from the nursery at FBB) Thomas Waggoner of the BCFD - Hero Division (my opinion of these firefighters, but who could argue?) watches and snaps photos!

Could this be #thebestChristmas?

I feel a little like George Bailey as he ran through the streets screaming, "Merry Christmas!” to all the people and places that hold special places in his heart. Though a significant landmark, better yet, the familiar- Holy Ground- that my parents, my boys, and so many of us hold so dear is forever changed- it not forgotten.The George Bailey in me wants shout as I mentally run through the charred church shell:

Merry Christmas you “ole recreation room” - where we ate those chewy cherry candies and drank Nehi Red from the vending machine while our parents were at visitation. Those times were a blast!

Merry Christmas you “ole Bible Drill room” -where we learned to hide God’s word in our hearts due to the dedication of parents and other adults that loved us enough to invest in us as children!

Merry Christmas you “ole youth area”- where we drove BJ Rutledge crazy and clearly made him go bald early - he still invited us into his home for Core Group meetings - and loved us unconditionally!

Merry Christmas you “ole nursery” where we ate Saltines like candy and got one tiny cup of red Koolaid. But we were loved by treasures like Mr. and Mrs. Casey, Mrs. Fazio, and Mrs. Carr! And made lifetime friends as we played.

Merry Christmas you “ole sanctuary” where I walked the aisle to shake G. Barry Landrum’s hand and tell him that I had asked Jesus in my heart as a third grader

Merry Christmas you “ole baptistery” where I was baptized by Bro. Barry. (He always sang “Delta Dawn” to me! I thought he was so funny!)

Merry Christmas you ole “exterior holly bushes”- where we caught toads with life-long friends as our parents visited after Sunday night services

Merry Christmas you “ole youth choir room” where we practiced musicals and handbells, 😂😂😂, and sang “Immanuel” and “The Warrior is a Child” led by that precious Jerry Ables

Merry Christmas you “ole fellowship hall” where we shared Wednesday night meals on those round, mustard-trimmed porcelain plates and drank more Koolaid and or sweet tea from real glasses! And as youth we ate Taco Bell or $0.29 smushy cheeseburgers from Mickey D’s after youth choir before Training Union began.

And Merry Christmas you ole “steeple”- a symbol to all as it points to the heavens reminding us of His unfailing love! God loved us so much that He sent His only son - King of Heaven and Earth- to be born humbly, to be fully God and fully man. He did not sin but became sin for us so we could have a relationship with the Father.

Thank Lord for an attitude adjustment! Thank you for so many treasured memories with my family and friends!

Thank you for Bro. Barry- for loving me and making me laugh! And Mrs. Charlotte, Laura (my idol), Gina, and Bud for your love and committment to my family and church.

Thank you that Doc Fred Lowery taught me about “Troubled Grace- when we get into trouble, God gives us the grace to handle the trouble!”- that "God's timing is ALWAYS perfect"!  And that “the most important thing we can do as a church is to pray!” We love you Mrs. Leigh, Christy, and Shelby since the day you arrived! I have not forgotten how I go to dress you girls up like little dolls. (We have pictures of that!)  Thank you PBJ, Stephanie, Cassidy, Carter, Caroline, and Catherine for leading us and staying during the tough times! Certainly there will be more difficult times ahead, but He is in control! Praying for God's guidance as you and our faithful FBB staff tirelessly seek His plan, His way.  I love you all! Merry Christmas!

It is going to be #TheBESTChristmas!

"See-Ya-Later, Mr. Billy Don"

2018-07-17T20:57:00.002-05:00

Photos of my Daraja Choir family hang on my refrigerator. I see them every day! I pray that my Daraja boys are growing stronger physically and spiritually. There are times that I get sad thinking that our paths may never cross again on this earth. But my spirits are lifted when I think of heaven because I’m certain we will get to catch up there, if not before. It has always been difficult to tell them “goodbye” after only a short time- they are such precious souls. They always leave a lasting impression on your heart. When it is time for them to leave, we don't say "Goodbye", we say, "See-Ya- Later" because we KNOW that we will be together again. Much like the Daraja Choir, I prefer a “See-Ya-Later” to a “Goodbye” any day! And this has been a week chopped full of "See-Ya-Laters".

Last week in Nashville, I hugged my friend Betsy and said, "See-Ya-Later” as she and one of my students, Evan, relocated to North Dakota. Military families are a special breed! Their sacrifices cannot be adequately measured or repaid. This family made a lasting impression on my heart in the short time that they lived in Bossier City. I already miss them!

Then there’s my Kasey. She’s a one-of-kind! How fun it was to share dinner and laughs with this special girl! But the clock doesn’t stop. We exchanged hugs and "See-Ya-Laters" on Friday night. By Saturday night, I was back home in Bossier.

And then this morning.... waking up to one of the toughest kind of “See-Ya-Laters”- the kind where you will only meet again in heaven.

I believe Mr. Billy Don Maples is best described as a "character"! I even can’t say his name without laughing. Some may believe that Mrs. Sharon is the funny one, but I think she just followed his cues. They were a comedy act individually and as a couple. And I’m not sure who tells the biggest or the most hilarious stories.... it’s got to be a toss-up. But there’s no doubt that they were made for one another!

One of my favorite stories is from Mr. BD’s and Dad’s running days. I can’t recall exactly which race this incident occurred, but it was probably the Red River Revel Run or Firecracker Race. They were “regulars” on the circuit back in the day. So the start gun fires and the crowded race begins. It was a warm day in the South- it usually is. At some point during the race, Mr. Billy Don sees someone wearing running shorts identical to the shorts that my dad had worn. This person was being attended to by several paramedics. Mr. BD realizes it’s his buddy (my dad) so he selflessly hurries across the finish line! After carefully documenting his race time, he sprints back to the ambulance and climbs in for a ride with his buddy to the hospital. He begins filling in the paramedics on my dad’s overall health, medical history, etc. Eventually, he looks down at the patient and realizes that it’s NOT my dad! It’s a WOMAN! Mr. BD escapes out of the back door of the ambulance for a quick getaway!!! He appears back at the finish line, finds my dad, and has to confess his hilarious predicament! I don’t think dad ever let him live down the fact that he completed the race BEFORE checking on his injured buddy!

There’s no doubt that Mr. Billy is "entertaining" heaven at this very moment. Whether he’s telling stories about Charlie Greer during his baseball days at Airline or catching up with Mr. Max Rudd, Mr. Tom Ray, and Mr. Jerry McCarty about grandkids, he’s having the time of his life!! And Mr. Billy is carefully calculating a sarcastic question to ask King Solomon, just so he can enjoy the look on his face as he (King Solomon) anticipates how to answer.

When I was in eighth-grade, the Greenacres Junior High FCA took a trip to Baton Rouge. Mrs. Sharon was the FCA sponsor, and Mr. Billy went for moral support - I assume. (Who in their right minds would take a group of eighth-graders anywhere?) On our trip, we visited the Louisiana Capitol Building so it was somewhat educational. While in the Louisiana Capitol Building, Mr. Billy nonchalantly walked up to the hostess and asked, "Is Mr. Treen in?" Without a snicker, he patiently waited as the poor hostess stumbled around trying to explain that Mr. Treen was no longer the governor and that he had been defeated by Governor Edwin Edwards the previous year. I believe Mr. Billy responded by saying that he did not realize Governor Treen was no longer in office and walked away with a smirk and a wink.

More than a comedian, Mr. Billy was a man of God. He was committed to the Fellowship of Christian Athletes. He had personally witnessed the difference that Jesus had made in the lives of so many young athletes. Also, Mr. Billy taught Sunday School to 5th-grade boys for years. Of course, the boys loved him because he was a one-of-a-kind! Both of my boys were blessed to have him as their 5th-grade SS teacher. His godly influence will continue to impact their lives even as he is now in heaven. And this momma is very grateful that my boys had the opportunity to know him.

Mr. Billy Don is healed. He is well. He may possibly be running on the beaches to the theme song from "Chariots of Fire". (Yes, he and my dad took the families to see this classic flick. I must say it was a big yawn for us, meaning the kiddos, although as an adult- I heard it was really a good movie.)

So for now, it is "See-Ya-Later" Mr. Billy Don. Thank you for influencing my life and the lives of my boys for Jesus! Thank you for being such a sweet friend to my mom and dad. We love you and we know that we will "See-Ya-Later" because we have the hope of heaven.

"...weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning" Psalm 30:5b

Disclaimer:

Mrs. Sharon,

Feel free to revise and edit as my proofreaders may have missed a few things. It is quite unnerving to write knowing that your seventh grade English teacher will be reading it. LOL! Love you!

Thank God for Broken Windshields

2018-05-10T22:59:00.003-05:00

A few Friday mornings ago, I was rushing around getting ready to leave the house earlier than usual. I was testing students in Shreveport at 8AM, and I did not want to get caught in North Bossier traffic. My phone is almost always on silent - so when I picked up it to head out the door, I saw two missed calls from Nate.

Nate had left for school earlier than normal also. He had a 7 AM meeting so I thought something might be wrong as he had already called twice.

I quickly called him back. He explained that something medal flew up and hit his windshield near 2-20 and Viking Drive. The object shattered the windshield terribly (according to him) so he pulled over at Chevron to call me. (Of course I didn’t answer - my phone was on silent) He called his dad and explained the problem. They decided for him to continue to school since he was only about a minute away.

I could tell he was shaken up a little. I couldn’t decide if it was because he was worried about the busted windshield or because he was truly frightened.

I remember praying, “Hello Lord, I’m administering a pretty important test today. I can’t be late! I don’t have time to deal with this! This inconvenience does not fit into my jam-packed schedule today!”

Immediately, I was convicted. Shouldn’t I be grateful that Nate wasn’t injured and that he was not involved in a wreck?

I stopped and thanked the Lord that Nate was safe, and the shattered windshield was just a small “hiccup” in my very busy Friday.

After testing was over, I called my friends at Tim’s Paint and Collision to see if I could get a new windshield on Monday. He assured me that he would handle it. (He is most helpful and very trustworthy- visit him on North Market in North Shreveport)

Of course I’m silently adding up how much this minor “hiccup” will cost me.

-New windshield

-New wipers

-New wiper blades

-New inspection sticker

All in a day’s work, right?

That night I went to the school to drive the truck home. (Nate was out of town on a school trip) When I saw the Yukon, I was stunned! “Shattered” hardly described that windshield. “Destroyed” was more like it. I was worried that we wouldn’t be able to get it home without a cave-in. The windshield was in a million pieces from the center bottom up and a spider web across the top. Upon surveying the inside, I found tiny pieces of powdered shards on the dash! The driver’s side wiper blade had apparently served as a barrier that possibly blocked the medal object from piercing the window and hitting Nate. It was Unbelievable!!!

At that moment my entire mindset changed. This “hiccup” in my day could have been so much worse. It could have changed my life forever! It certainly grabbed my attention! And taught me a lesson!

Although replacing a windshield is not my idea of a “blessing”- it certainly was that day! When life throws us a curveball -- or even just a slight “hiccup”, we can find the good in it.

Romans 8:28 says, "And we know that all things work together for the good for those who love God, who are called according to his purpose."

I am so thankful that Nate was not hurt!

I am so grateful for honest people that didn’t charge me an arm and a leg for a new windshield, wipers, blades, and even more! (Tim’s Paint and Collision)

I am blessed to have had this experience so that I can slow down and recognize God’s goodness - even in the “hiccups” of life!

Connections

2017-09-07T22:10:00.002-05:00

http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=F0MJFMNU

Above is the clip that PBJ showed before his message several Sundays ago. It really spoke to me. Not sure if it was the teacher in me thinking about cause-effect relationships, or the mom in me reminding myself (and my boys) to always -ALWAYS - think and make the wise choice. Perhaps it was a little bit of both....But, I am certain the Lord was simply emphasizing or (re-emphasizing) to me that everything I do matters! Everything! Some are seen, others are unseen- at least by human eyes. It is also called the Butterfly Effect.

If you know me, then you've witnessed at least one of my passionate rants about one of my most favorite authors, Andy Andrews. (Thanks Kasey Ewing) He wrote a children's book entitled, The Boy Who Changed the World. I love love love this book! It is a beautiful story that begins with Norman Borlaug as a young boy. (Spoiler Alert- if you plan to read this book- stop here- wouldn't want to ruin it for ya) Anyway, Norman developed super seeds. These super seeds grew into plants that feed two million people. People that would have otherwise starved to death! So the story states that Norman Borlaug was the boy who changed the world. The story continues and reveals that Norman studied under Henry Wallace....so maybe Henry Wallace was the boy who changed the world. Yet, Henry Wallace was influenced by George Washington Carver. You know the guy that devised over 100 products from one major crop, the peanut! (Now he's one of my personal favorites! Is there anything better than peanut butter?) So, George Washington Carver must have been the boy that changed the world...but there was Moses Carver, George's adopted father. George was born to his mother, Mary Washington. (His father had been killed shortly before his birth.) Soon after George's birth, the infant and his mother were kidnapped during the night by Quantrill's raiders. Moses Carver rode all night to find George and Mary. (check out the book for all the details) When he found them, Mary had been killed. George was barely alive. Moses carried that baby boy home where he and his wife, Susan took him into their family. They adopted George. His name became George Washington Carver. So Moses Carver HAD to be the boy that changed the world? Right?!? It's an amazing book that paints a beautiful picture of how these men's lives were woven together, thus changing the world forever.

Even young children can trace how these lives were intertwined. The book explains the Butterfly Effect in a kid-friendly format where children understand and make the connections. Author Andy Andrews goes on to explain that every thing we do matters. It's tough to swallow- especially for adults, but it's certainly true.

If I eat too much ice cream (or Steel City Pops) my jeans are too tight to button

If I spend too much time playing games on my devices- I will be too tired to do my homework

If I stay up too late - I get up too late to have my quiet time before going to work or school
Cause-Effect. Cause-Effect. Cause-Effect.

Every thing- EVERY SINGLE thing that we do matters !!!

When Paul was writing to the people in Ephesus, he told them how they should live. These truths are valuable for us in 2017. "Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil." Ephesians 5:15-16

Needless to say- after viewing the video clip and hearing PBJs #Reset message, I want to make a special effort to be intentional about my focus. I want to be more strategic with my time and talents. You and I may never know the impact our lives have on others --friends or strangers.

Click to see a clip of Andy Andrews explaining his purpose in writing The Boy Who Changed the World.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CM4pRcuwUE

How He Loves

2016-08-16T22:15:00.000-05:00

ND and I had an interesting conversation on the way home from training tonight! He informed me that his English class was discussing rhetoric and figurative language. (Thank you, Mrs. Stevenson!) My ears perked up...... I so enjoyed teaching figurative language. Even more, I enjoyed reading their use of figurative language and painting those pictures in my mind. It was music to my ears!

We continued our discussion as he graciously reminded me of the "official" definition of
rhetoric. (Rhetoric is the art of effective or persuasive speaking or writing, especially the use of figures of speech and other compositional techniques. )

His class listened to a Beatles song today, and after that he said it all just "clicked". (Really ND??!! I thought I had been "teaching" you this all along.... LOL!) He explained that his favorite songs were the ones with the similes and metaphors, alliteration, and personification. (Oh really?!??)

And I was reminded of one of my MOST favorite songs EVER.... From the first time I heard the lyrics, I was completely captivated. Full of similes and metaphors- personification and imagery, "How He Loves" paints an undeniable, unbelievable, vivid image of the greatest love we can ever know!

Recorded by David Crowder Band, it was written by John Mark McMillan after the death of one of his best friends. Read more about this song and its writer. The official video by David Crowder Band is linked below the lyrics. The Story Behind the Lyrics: 'How He Loves'

“How He Loves”

written by: John Mark McMillan

(Verse 1)

He is jealous for me

Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree

Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy

When all of a sudden

I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory

And I realize just how beautiful You are

And how great Your affections are for me

(Pre-Chorus)

And oh, how He loves us so

Oh, how He loves us

How He loves us all

(Chorus)

Yeah, He loves us

Oh, how He loves us

Oh, how He loves

(Verse 2)

We are His portion and He is our prize

Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes

If His grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking

So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet [unforeseen] kiss

And my heart turns violently inside of my chest

I don’t have time to maintain these regrets

When I think about the way…[to chorus]

Jeremiah 29:11

2015-10-30T17:19:00.001-05:00

It is amazing to see how God continues to prepare my heart for His future plans ---without me realizing!

In the first session at the IDA conference, I was reminded of the extreme frustration I experienced when teaching summer school years ago. The pressure to push those struggling students forward (knowing remediation was required) was real! And extremely frustrating! Perhaps "heart-broken" was the best term for my emotional state when participating in that insanity.

Years later I am listening to educational specialists discuss the necessity of remediation for struggling students based on "scientific evidence". Really?!? It didn't take a rocket scientist or a neuropsychologist or a lengthy study to prove what I already knew to be true. The information was simply validation.

We all need to be validated! Our observations, experiences, pains, and struggles- all have a purpose! I certainly don't have all of the answers. However, it comforts me to reflect over those tough times and trace how He has prepared and continues to prepare my heart for what He has in store for the future.

My favorite verse is Jerermiah 29:11, "For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord- plans to prosper you & not to harm you- plans for a hope and a future."

Princess Lucy

God's Children are Not for Sale

"Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him." Psalm 127:3 NLT

Celebration Service for Marvin Ellis Williams

Heart Matters: A Message to the Members of First Bossier

Congressman Mike Johnson- Have you read the Proposed Social Studies Framework for Louisiana?

July 30, 2021- World Day Against Trafficking in Persons

Here We Go Again...

Memorial Day 2021

Lessons from the Harbinger II

2 Chronicles 7:14 "If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land."

Hooray for Diffendoofer Day- Celebrate Read Across America, HBD Dr. Seuss and Mom!!!

Read Across America and Cancel Culture?

When the illogical is deemed logical, I am forced to ask difficult questions.

Ruby Bridges- "Guard Your Heart"

An Open Letter to Senator Bill Cassidy of Louisiana

#TakeCourage

2020 Night Before Christmas

Dancing in the Rain

Dear Single Mom,

Peyton Olivia Hunsicker- An Answer to this BoyMom's Prayers

Happy Father's Day, Dad!

The Best Christmas

"See-Ya-Later, Mr. Billy Don"

And then this morning.... waking up to one of the toughest kind of “See-Ya-Laters”- the kind where you will only meet again in heaven.

"...weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning" Psalm 30:5b

Disclaimer: Mrs. Sharon, Feel free to revise and edit as my proofreaders may have missed a few things. It is quite unnerving to write knowing that your seventh grade English teacher will be reading it. LOL! Love you!

Thank God for Broken Windshields

Connections

How He Loves

Jeremiah 29:11

Disclaimer:

Mrs. Sharon,

Feel free to revise and edit as my proofreaders may have missed a few things. It is quite unnerving to write knowing that your seventh grade English teacher will be reading it. LOL! Love you!