Looking for Lost Sheep

Sunday our congregation is kicking off a gospel meeting with the intent to search out and help restore those that have fallen off the path to Heaven.

I am very excited about this week and I am looking forward to getting to meet with and see friends that have been gone for a long time. When the Elders asked us to please list those that we could think of to help encourage, at first I didn't think that I knew many people that had stopped worshiping with us. But, as I started writing I was overwhelmed with just how many people I did know. I feel ashamed that I have allowed so many people that I care about slip by me with out even noticing just how long they have been away. I pray this week will be successful. I pray I can encourage and support those that need it.

Ronnie has impressed on us to P.B.B. or Pray, Be Here and Bring Someone!

So, I am inviting you (the whole world). Know that we are here and we want you to come and be with us.

Sunday June 1st ~ Bible Study 9:30a.m. Worship 10:30 a.m. Evening Worship 7:00 p.m.

Monday-Wednesday Day Service ~ 10:30 a.m.

Wednesday Night Bible Study ~ 7:00 p.m.

For directions and more information about the Church of Christ, please click here: Adamsville Church of Christ

Dream Catcher

Hailey is my little worrier. She is always thinking something bad is going to happen to the people she loves. She prays that everyone will just be o.k. A day never passes without her naming off everyone she knows and asking God to keep him or her safe from harm and out of the hospital. Bad dreams have been affecting her pretty bad and I am sure it is because she is constantly waiting for disaster during the day and it is pouring over into nights. For some reason the nightmare culprit this week (yes this has been going on for sometime now) is a big bad alligator who is trying to eat her, me, Blake, Brad.... whoever.

I picked her up from school today and passed a little place that sells window decals. Hailey and I went inside to see if they had any frogs. When I walked in, the place was covered with Native American goods. Furs, arrowheads, jewelry, and AH HA! Dream Catchers! So I really worked up a big ta-do about the dream catchers and told her to pick one out and we would put it in her room. {If you would like to know the story behind them click here}

Tonight when I put Hailey down to sleep I made sure to remind her to have good dreams. She smiled and told me she knew that she would now. --- I sure hope so...

Life In the Balance ~ Part 1

In July of 2004 my husband wanted a motorcycle. I have always been around them and even though it scared me to ride them (I don't think I could control one on my own) I thought it might be fun, and besides, he never asked for anything extravagant before. We went shopping on Saturday and came home that evening with a brand new Black Victory Vegas, similar to the one in the link. Over the next few weeks he fixed it up and put a few thousand more dollars into it. It was really nice (nice and loud). Every afternoon he would come home and go ride for an hour or so. It was a way for him to escape and gain his thoughts after a long night at work. I could tell it made him a happier man. All in all, the bike was a good investment and we were enjoying it.

A couple of months passed and before we knew it the whether was cooling off and the bike rides were getting brisk. I was working full time but with my daughter's daycare schedule I had to work on Saturdays to make up hours I missed during the week. Brad and I had made arrangements to go out on a date one of those Saturday's after I finished working. We spoke on the phone and I casually mentioned that maybe he should bring his bike. It was a nice day and I rarely rode with him, so I figured it would make him happy and it did. BIG MISTAKE. I wish like everything I had kept my mouth shut and let him pick me up in his truck that day.

After a wonderful evening of riding around, going to the movies, getting ice cream, eating dinner and just acting like love-struck teenagers again Brad dropped me off at my car and we headed out to go pick up the baby from his Mom's house. Brad was in front and I was following along behind. Traffic was thick...normal for a Saturday night. He was a little ahead of me and I lost sight of him after we got onto the Highway.

There is a dip in the road where two traffic lights are positioned with a gas station in between them. As I got to the first light, traffic was stopped. I was wondering how in the world I was going to get around this. After all, Brad had my cell phone in his pocket and I wouldn't want him to worry if it took me a while to get to his Mom's. I contemplated turning around and finding another route when suddenly it hit me. Maybe, just maybe I should make sure it's not him that had the accident.

I was able to get across the lanes and I parked at the gas station. I got out of my car and as I was walking up the hill I passed a lady coming down. I looked at her and knowing that everything was fine said "This accident doesn't involve a motorcycle. Does it?" She just stared at me. Then I asked her "Is it a black one?" and she just said "Come with me."

Just a few feet away I saw my beautiful husband lying in the road in a pool of blood. I didn't know what had happened, all I knew was that he was hurt really bad. He still had his helmet on and I didn't go to him because they were putting him on the stretcher to load him into the ambulance and I was scared to get in the way. Someone handed me his shoe and his wallet and helped me into the ambulance.

I was scared.

Never before had I ever felt so helpless. I felt like I was in a movie. I could hear chaos coming from the back and the driver kept "kindly" pressuring me to call someone. It also felt like we were driving in slow motion. I wanted to step on the gas for him. After we reached the hospital Brad was rushed in and I "keeping it together" sat down in the emergency waiting room and waited...Waited.... WAITED...

I am sure I was only there a few minutes when I began to look around at all the people that were there and were having friendly conversations amongst one another. And then when the reality of loneliness set in ~ I fell apart and began to cry uncontrollably. The guard at the door came and got me and took me back to a more private room. There were a few people in the room already and a nurse asked them to leave. Soon a doctor came in and gave me the news.

He said, "Your husband is a very sick man. Sometimes the body begins to shut down and it is a process that after going so far we cannot turn it back. Do you have someone coming to be with you?"

What are they doing to my child!!!?

Yesterday I took HP to the doctor for a quick check up on her UTI (she is all better now). Before we left she had to pee in a cup, get her finger pricked, be tested for TB AND get 4 additional immunizations. All of which was completely unexpected and so I hadn't prepared her (or myself) for it. She was a trooper to say the least. Yes, there were tears of pure horror but she never pulled away or tried to stop the nurses who so diligently poked at her like a pin cushion. She makes me proud every day. I wanted to cry for her but I was trying hard to be her cheerleader and remind her what a "big girl" she was.

After we finally left the doc's (torture chamber)office. I took her strait to TCBY. When we walked in she pointed to the largest cup available to be filled with frozen chocolate yogurt and topped with "bunches" of cherries. The man behind the counter looked at me like a crazy lady for buying that much for such a small girl and she barely even got ten good bites in before she was full ~ but it was so worth it to see her smiling again.

5 WONDERFUL YEARS TOGETHER

Today marks our 5th Year Anniversary! I must say



He is a wonderful part of my life. A great father to our daughter and a great friend.


The profile picture that I use is from the day we were married.



I was married in the same dress that I wore on our first date. Seven years before that happy day when I was only 14 he invited me to a Valentine's Banquet at the Adamsville Church of Christ. I remember being so worried about meeting his parents and friends. Now I love him and them more than ever!


Thank you Lord for the years you have blessed us with so far. Please continue to watch over us and grant us many more years of love and happiness.


"Thank you Lord for blessing me and thank you Lord for loving me. Thank you Lord for making me whole and saving my soul."