Always Real, Faith

The Red Sofa

About 14 years ago, I bought a huge, down-filled, ridiculously expensive Henredon sofa. I had it made in this exquisite blood red damask fabric and it was a vision of beauty for all who laid eyes or butts upon it. Luckily, I bought the sofa before I met AD because he would never authorize that kind of spending.  Not so lucky is that it never occurred to me that once you spend that kind of money on a sofa, you are loath to ever get rid of it. And trust me on this:  There is not…

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The Happy Face In The Sky

In his famous poem Ode to Immortality, Wordsworth wrote that our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. I’ve always loved that imagery. I love the idea that at one time, in some unknown form, we dwelled with God, that we communed intimately with him, knew every line in his face, the softness of his hands, the sound of his voice, the warmth of his embrace. And then we were born. No wonder we come into this world wailing. As we are awakening to a new world, we are dying to another.  Every minute of…

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Faith, Joy

Gratitude + Contentment = Joy

Busy today. Another excerpt from my speech. * * * I think most of us recognize the material blessings in our life, that we live in a wealthy country, that all of our needs are met with abundance.  Some of us have a little more, some of us have a little less, but all of us are well off by the standards of the world,  so it’s not too hard to be grateful for our stuff. I do think however that we forget to be grateful for something far more valuable than our stuff, and that…

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Faith, Joy

Joy In Hard Places

I’m off to do car stuff and school stuff and other stuff today.  This is an excerpt from a speech I gave a while back. * * * There is a verse in the book of James that says, “Consider it pure joy my brothers whenever you face trials of many kinds.” Are you kidding me James? Pure joy? In trials? Seriously? I have always struggled with this verse because I can’t imagine that I’m supposed to feel joyful when the world is trying to whack me upside the head, as it seems to like to…

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Always Real, Faith

So Small

Antique Daddy and I have been saying bedtime prayers with Sean since the day we brought him home from the hospital.  It’s our routine. It’s what we do. Those early prayers were often desperate pleas for help and grace and mercy.  We had no idea what to do with a four-pound baby.  We were terrified.  We felt so very small in the bigness of the task we had been given.  We felt as though we had been sent out to fish the Bering Sea in a row boat. The other night as I settled Sean for…

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A Special Kind Of Believing

Saturday morning, Sean and Antique Daddy sat at the breakfast bar eating breakfast while I played the role of the short order cook. On the bar was a slip of paper with Sean’s Bible memory for the month of August.  It was James 2:17. With just a little prompting, he was able to recite the verse:  “As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead.” The slap of high fives and cheers echoed throughout the House of Antique. AD asked Sean if he understood what the verse meant. “Sorta,” he said…

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Up The Ante

The thing about giving a speech, for beginners or remedials like me, is that there is a wide canyon between what actually comes out of your mouth and how it is playing out in your head.  And it is frustrating to me, this disconnect; that I can’t make myself do outside my head what I can so easily do inside my head. In my head, my voice is as warm and golden as melted butterscotch.  Outside my head, my voice is more akin to the sound of an angry wet cat wearing nose plugs.  Inside my…

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Always Real, Faith

Fear Of Public Speaking – #1 For A Good Reason

Back in the early 80s, when I was about 23, I landed this great job where I traveled around the country about 80% of the time teaching people how to use their new phones. It was a great job for a young single gal.  I traveled to many of the major companies in most of the major cities, and four times a day, twice in the morning and twice in the afternoon, I gave 30-40 minute presentations on how to use the new phone system.  Basically I worked four hours a day and was done by…

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Faith

Short One Pair Of Socks

Why, you might wonder, is Antique Mommy missing a pair of socks? Well I’ll tell you. They were knocked off this weekend in North Carolina at the Proverbs 31 She Speaks conference. I don’t even know where to start in describing the awesomeness that was this weekend, so I’m going to mention just a few highlights and then I’m going to go lay down for a few days. In absolutely no particular order: ~ Keynote speaker Jennifer Rothchild. Amazing doesn’t even begin to describe this woman. She had 600 women and a number of men spellbound…

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Faith, Photography & Photoshop

Drop By Drop

Day by day, drop by drop, the world seeps in and crowds us out. His daddy and I are in a race against the clock to lay a firm and level foundation that will last him a lifetime and withstand any storm. Because already, there is a storm gathering in the distance. We see it. We hear it. We know it is coming. He’s interacting with the world more and more these days, independent of us. He’s already heard the most corrupting lie ever told:  Everybody does it. We try to teach him to stand apart…

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