Devotions of a High Heeled Warrior

Yes, my husband is dressed as a giant turkey for his Thanksgiving sermon.   We are starting the week that focuses on remembering our blessings and being thankful for what God has given us.  Usually, when you begin to  focus on the good, guess what happens.  Annoying stuff starts scurrying into your life like sneaky, gross cockroaches.  As I mentioned last week, I wanted to focus on the good.  I woke up last week ready to do just that.  I crawled out of bed still half asleep because I am not adjusting well to the time change.  I threw on my scrubs, fed my children, dropped them off at school, and rolled into the parking lot a little early.  As I sat talking to a co-worker, I realized that I was wearing my pants inside out!   Tags and everything.  I hurried into the bathroom for a quick wardrobe change and found myself thankful that I had noticed it before I started going to the preschools where I do therapy.  The next day, as...

Are you the person in your group that orders something, and they are always out of it?  Last weekend, my family and I decided to make a surprise visit to my oldest son at college.  We enjoyed a little Steak & Shake and Hurts Donuts.  One of our favorite traditions is playing cards at Hurts Donuts and then feasting on our favorite specialty donut.   I'm always the lucky one that no matter what I order, they are out of that particular thing.   My husband didn't believe me when we first married, but soon became convinced.  After multiple attempts to order, only to find them sold out, or my favorite, no longer making that dish anymore, I have learned to be more flexible.  A highlight was when I visited a well-known chain restaurant in Mobile, Alabama years ago.  I ordered a Monte Cristo, which I happen to love.  The waiter politely told me to order something else.  I told him I want that, not something else.  He then informed me...

Last night, we enjoyed a church bonfire.  Before any of you ask, I did not set myself on fire!  With my clumsiness, that is the first thing people think I would do.  So far, knock on wood, I've yet to do that.  I did, however, fall through a chair.  Yes, you heard me right.  Since we wanted to roast hot dogs and marshmallows by the fire pit, we placed our folding camp chairs around the fire.  I went inside the church to make sweet tea, a Southern staple, and get a few things.  When I returned to the fire, people were already settled around the warm flames.  I immediately searched for a seat down-wind due to an allergy to smoke. I noticed one of our camp chairs in a good spot, so I decided to park myself in that chair.  I heard my husband mumble something to me, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.   I remember everything in slow motion.  One of the ladies in our church was saying loudly, "Don't sit in that!  ...

  My husband and I decided to drive down an unknown road this afternoon.   I swear that I heard banjos playing.  After a successful mission's banquet at our church, we had the evening off, so we decided to hop into my husband's Jeep and drive deep, deep into the forest to find the Buffalo River.  I am not an outdoor person, so when the pavement ended, I started to get a little anxious.  Because of the time change, I knew that night would fall soon, and I did not want to be stranded in an unknown forest after dark.  My husband, of course, told me to stop worrying.   That's hard for me to do.  Instead of a glass half full kind of person, I am a "there's a crack in my glass" type of person.  I have to focus on the good in order to see past the hard stuff.  Well, as we drove deep into the woods, I started to panic.   What if we got stuck?  Could I push a Jeep out of two feet of mud?  What if we flipped over as we climbed a...

My daughter has informed me that our family is weird.  Every teenager thinks their families are strange, so most times her statement holds no validity.  However, as I thought of the things we do in ministry, I realized she may be right.  If you have every been in a ministry position, you may agree with this.  When our church has a VBS, guess who dress as strange characters like the Hulk.  We do!  How about filming a reality show or goofy skit made to look like a Spanish soap opera in public for Christmas.  That's us, too!  This week topped them all. Our church is having a mission's banquet.  Our special guest speaker is a missionary to Africa, so we wanted to make him welcome.  My daughter came home from work to find me building a 3-D life-sized baby giraffe in our living room.   She immediately started taking pictures to show her friends how weird her mother is.  I asked her, "Doesn't everyone build baby giraffes in their ...

Do you have anyone in your family that loses everything they touch?  My husband is that person.  He is known in our family for putting things somewhere safe and then forgetting that "safe" place.  I usually find the lost things, but this weekend was a test of my abilities.  My husband bought a coke machine for our church.  After everything was in place to turn the machine on, he realized he couldn't find the key to open it.  We spent a lot of time looking for the key with no results.  Meanwhile, my son participated in a fundraiser at school selling t-shirts.  He received a check for his wares and put the check in his pocket.  Some of you are probably saying, "Oh no!"  You would be right.  Late on a Friday night, he came to me asking if I had seen a check anywhere.  That was when he came clean and admitted he had lost the check.   I searched his room, his clothes, his very cluttered backpack.  Nothing.  At this...

Yes, I have found myself locked out of my house for the second time.   Only a couple of weeks ago, I wrote about the experience of trying to break into my own home.  This week, after my children went to their rooms for the night, I sat down to talk to my husband.  As we were discussing some frustrations, I followed my husband into our garage where he was washing clothes.  As we tried to walk back into the house after he was finished, I realized the door wouldn't open.  I had locked both of us in the garage!   I can normally pick the lock, but my tools were in the house.  We beat on the door and yelled our children's names to no response, not even our dog.  We lifted the garage door from inside, and I ran around to the front door in my fluffy, pink robe.  Luckily, the front door hadn't gotten locked yet.  My children swore they didn't hear us yelling their names.  They thought that the banging was us hammering something.  I ...