A day in the life of Jared Kelly Burge....

So, I was in the kitchen cooking a carrot cake saturday for Easter when Jared came in there saying..."Come here, come here mama!" I went into the living room, and he wanted me to dance with him to the music that was playing. We danced round and round...when the music went off, he dropped my hands and said, "Go cook!" This boy...I just don't know!!! Can it come that natural to them?

Sunday night after our visit to Granny and Papa Burge's, we were getting ready for our bath. Leo and Jared were both tee-teeing in the potty. Needless to say, three year olds cannot aim well. Jared was not paying attention, and the stream ended up half way across the room in front of the sink via hitting Leo's knee. After we finally got baths, I began to clean the tub, then sink, then toilet. Jared walked to the door and asked, "Mama, what you doin?" I told him that I was cleaning the bathroom so it wouldn't smell like tee-tee! He looked at me, smiling, and said, "You go ahead, Mama!" Where does that little personality come from? I say that he acts just like his daddy!

Juanita Moore

We buried my aunt friday. This death in our family was sudden and very unexpected. During the funeral the gentleman speaking quoted scriptures describing what a virtuous woman was. I remember growing up always thinking that Aunt Juanita was such a lady, that she couldn't be from here. She was so proper; a woman to admire....she was that virtuous woman.

The pastor of that church read a saying that was so fitting....if you want to touch the past, touch a stone; if you want to touch the present, touch a flower; if you want to touch the future, touch a child. My aunt and uncle both gave many years into the school system. I am sure that they have touched many children's lives. She will be missed greatly.

Effort of Love

"Let your past experiences be stepping stones for her journey to victory."

A precious man of God told me that when in conversation about the young people of today. When I see them walking that same road that I went down years ago, it takes me back to that time. It was a very confusing time in my life, and I just now have come to some conclusions about that journey.

I, like most people looked for some words of affirmation, someone to show me affection, to know they cared. I did not grow up in a home with parents that poured on affection. Don't misunderstand me, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my mom and dad loved me. They did everything in their power to give me what I needed as far as things are concerned. There was something much more important missing in my life. The words "I love you" were just that...words.

I spent many years of my life looking for those words to have meaning. I looked for it in failed relationships, sex, alcohol, and drugs. All the while, those words were said, but they meant nothing in the end. I stand in awe now because I could have been taken out of this world several times over, lost as a goose.

In 1997, I had decided that I didn't need anyone. I could take care of me all by myself. I had picked out the man to have a baby with....just being transparent here. That in itself is really funny now if you know my infertility issues. I didn't know it at the time, but God had a way different plan for me no matter what i had decided.

I met Shane in August that year; six weeks later we were engaged and were married in May. He was a man who showered on the affection, and would tell you 200 times a day that he loved you; but remember, he was telling that to someone who knew that "I love you" was just words. I would roll my eyes, push him away, even tell him "yeah, right". He was very persistent...I guess he saw something that I didn't. Well, I know he did.

No matter how I pushed away and distanced myself from him, he never stopped. I guess you could say, he wore me down. Thirteen years later(I am a slow learner), I realized that in all that, that God was teaching me unconditional love. Our marriage has not been rainbows and roses, and recently was about to be no more. It was a two way street as far as where things went wrong, but I was the one throwing my hands up, walking away. He never stopped. No matter what I said or did, he was still here.

You see, God never leaves us or forsakes us. Some of us have to see that for ourselves, and sometimes it may be a slow-learning lesson, but those are the lessons that stick. I found myself staring in the mirror last week when the light bulb came on, so clear.

Even today, I have to make a conscious effort to say I love you to the ones that I love. It does not come freely for me because or my past dealings with those words. Showing affection on the other hand is not something that I can stop! I'm not even close to the same person I was then, and I am very tender-hearted now.

We want so much for our young people to not have to go through what we did. We give them the things that we didn't have. We cannot forget the most important thing that we need to give them, and that is unconditional love. No matter how much they push against or fight it. As that man of God said that sentence to me about "her" victory....maybe it wasn't just about that present teenager, maybe it was about the past one too. The effort of love is never waisted.

Wounded Hands

I'm learning a new song and thought I would share the lyrics. So thankful for the hand of God in my life.



With hopes and dreams completely crumbled
My life was built on sinking sand
Bowed beneath the weight of sorrow
Til I was touched by wounded hands

Wounded hands of the Savior
Gently took this shattered heart
And every broken piece was mended
By the hands that held the scars

Darkness held the cross of suffering
Where grace would answer sin's demand
My account's completely settled
The price was paid by wounded hands

Wounded hands of the Savior
Gently took this shattered heart
And every broken piece was mended
By the hands that held the scars

The Love of God

I am so thankful for my life. I know that whatever happens God will be a constant. He has blessed me more than I could ever deserve or ask for. Looking back on all of the roads that I have taken it is a wonder that I lived through them...He had his nail-scarred hand on me then, and I didn't know it. When I come against the tricks of the devil, I have found myself telling God that it is too hard. He quickens me and tells me...do you think it was hard for me to walk up that hill carrying that cross, do you think it was hard for me to be spat on and beat....do you think it was hard for me to die? It's enough to make me feel ashamed of myself because nothing in this life could ever compare to what Jesus did for me; He saw me all those years ago, knowing that I would fail Him over and over and over, and yet, He did it anyway. His love knows no bounds, and it never ever fails...even when we do.

Whatever

What is the perfect will of God? I think that we spend almost all of our time trying to find our perfect will that we don't dare to even comprehend that someone else might have a will for our lives...much less it being God. It is so hard to just set sail into the unknown with someone else holding the reigns...to just be able to completely trust the One that is in control. How is it that you can actually take your hands off of a situation and say, OK God, it's now in your hands...whatever happens, happens. I don't have a clue about what God's will is in my life, nor do I understand where He is taking me to get there, but I do know that this trip seems neverending, with lots of twists and turns. I'm still holding on even though in a few places it would have been easier to let go. As the song says: Whatever you're doing inside of me it feels like chaos, but I believe you're up to something bigger than me, larger than life something heavenly.....whatever happens, happens.

Perspective...Up!

This life is riddled with strings and confusion and full of fear and doubt. Each step that we take has the possiblity for Satan to be able to knock our legs out from under us. It does not matter how deep we are in God or how prayed up we are, it can all be side-swipped in one instant. The hit that we take can put us in a tale spin that sends us diving to places we never thought we would go. It gets our perspective all out of wack...makes us think that up is down and down is up. I think that is the devil's main job...get you staggering on the ropes so he can throw that last punch to knock you out. But there is one thing of ours that Satan can not touch. He hopes that he can make us loose sight of it, hence the perspective that I talked about earlier. He hopes that he can cover it up with a whole bunch of stuff that in the end doesn't matter. He tears at your family, your marriage, your health, your finances, and your mind. He is very comfortable in this business, and when he keeps that pile of wreckage in your view he has done his job.

As much as Satan tries to discourage and just down right tries to kill us, he knows that the one thing that he can't destroy is HEAVEN! The bible says that John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem prepared for a bride...that's us! It further says that God will wipe away all tears from our eyes, and there shall be no more death, or sorrow, or crying, or pain, and that the former things are passed away. That is proof that all of this stuff....stuff....STUFF can't hold a candle to what we are looking forward to. If we can keep heaven in our sight, no matter what is thrown against us...even if we loose it all on this earth we still have the promise of heaven! That reward is enough to make you shout! Perspective is the key...don't look down; look up!