Coffee and Tea with Me

                           Micah at Pilot Mountain two months and a day before he died.  I remember this day clearly. Micah and his brothers got so far ahead of us on the trail that they went around the knob twice and came up behind us. From the time Micah fell out of the tree, to intensive care unit in the hospital, to finding out he had leukemia, to 2 ½ years of treatment and then a relapse, to the bone marrow transplant and to Micah's death after 4 years battling leukemia, I can say God is enough. God was enough for Micah and He is enough for me. His grace is sufficient. It is hard and I miss Micah just as much today, 10 years later, as the day he died. Happy 10 years in heaven with your Savior Micah! One day we will be joining you and I know you are waiting for us and interceding for us and cheering us on. I can remember you sitting on the window sill at the hospital looking out the window waiting for us to come in the morning. I can see you at the finish lin

Some old pictures of the children.                                                        All the children when Lydia was born                                                      Micah, Gabriel, Jesse and Josiah                                             Gabriel, Micah, Josiah and Jesse at my brother's wedding                                           Back row, Micah, Jesse, Josiah, Laura, Mark                                     Front row, Gabriel, Priscilla, Hannah, Elisabeth and Bethany

My daughters and I were just discussing today about how attitude makes a big difference in how we handle any situation. People can be going through the exact same thing, and one is grumpy and miserable, while the other is joyful, peaceful and enjoying life. I have seen it so many times with my children when we did something they didn't want to do or thought they would not like. Some were grumpy the whole day, complaining, angry and sullen while others decided if we were going to do it they might as well enjoy it .So they were happy and content and enjoyed the day. When our son Micah got leukemia and he was in the hospital, there was a funny picture on the wall of a bird and a fish, illustrating how attitude can make a difference in how you go through trials. That poster made an impression on Micah from the very start and he decided he would make the most his hospital stays and his sickness. From that moment on he made an effort to be content and not to complain. He would joke aro

Healthy Living Food is strictly fuel. It is not comfort, entertainment or reward. It is simply a tool to fuel me, so that I can live a happy and productive life. Blessed are you, O land, whose king is of nobility and whose princes eat at the appropriate time-- for strength and not for drunkenness. - Ecclesiastes 10:17

But now, O Lord, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You are the potter; And all we are the work of Your hand. Isaiah 64:8 I went with my girls and a friend to see the pottery in Seagrove. We got to watch a potter making several different things from a lump of clay, from a beautiful bowl, to a pie dish, to a vase. It seemed so easy! I could not help but think of the symbolism God uses in the Bible to teach us that we are His creation and He will use us and make us into whatever He fashions. It is not for us to say what our lives will be and how they will turn out. While watching the potter, he would start forming something and my mind would quickly imagine what it was going to be, only to find out he was making something totally different. It is like that in our lives. Sometimes we think we know what God is doing and what our lives will turn out to be like. Then something changes and our lives go in a different direction than we thought. Some times it is hard