Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Prayers for Heros

I haven't had a welcome home ceremony in over 6 months. I didn't realize how much I missed it.


As you think about your day and offer up your prayers, remember the Soldiers and their families that sacrifice for us each and every day so that we can pray and enjoy our freedoms! Today there are almost 200 families praising God for their Hero's safe return. And as they do that, 2,000 101st Soldiers are getting ready to say goodbye for another tour.

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Remember to Thank a Soldier!

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Tiny Footprints Project l Caden

My first "local" hospital introduced me to Caden and his lovely parents. This sweet boy was born weighing 1 pound 3 ounces. Such a sweet thing, he just wanted to sleep and snuggle.

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Is there anything sweeter than baby bubbles?

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I did get a peak at his pretty eyes a couple of times.

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It's so amazing at what these hospitals can do for these sweet things.

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So tiny.

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I love this one.

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Keep growing little boy...pretty soon you'll be giving your momma a run for her money!

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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

RIP Mr Earl

I took this picture 3 years ago, when I got sucked into Habitat at a dedication. (Side note: If you've never attended a dedication, FIND ONE AND GO! You will forever be changed!) Mr Earl built our houses for Bedford Builds Habitat for the last 20+ years...for next to nothing. It wasn't about the money. It was about safe, affordable housing...and he believed everyone deserved it. Many people believe Habitat "gives away free homes" to poor people. NOT TRUE. You work your butt off building your home and others. You're required to work 350 "sweat-equity" hours...most go well over. And in the end, you receive an interest-free MORTGAGE! Mr Earl would teach you to nail, teach you to level, teach you to build walls...but he did not paint. :) He never met a stranger. He was a true southern gentleman.

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I will miss his "alright, alright, settle down in here, what's going on today" door opening, his yankee teasing and his "if you need me, I'll call you exit". I never did figure out how to work his "hooey stick", but I will always miss his smirky smile. Rest in peace Mr Earl, the world lost a special man and heaven gained another fisherman. Have fun fishin with Jesus!