Monthly Archives: March 2014

Pray Anyway

image

 

On this March day, I want to ask all of you that need something from God to STOP where you are, and let’s chat. I want to lead an experiment, can I do that? If at all possible go to a quiet place. Turn the noise off…stuff socks in mouths, whatever is necessary. Leave the room. Now, let’s spend a couple of minutes thanking God for keeping us…..let’s start this day off right!!!!

Lord, I thank you for Your hand on my life for these 58 years. The touch that I first felt as a child….the anointing that I knew was there when I was too young to know the word. Lord through the close calls…when the devil meant to sift me as wheat, the times when a physical attack was imminent…the 43 stitches in my throat when I was 17…Lord how You stopped the blade from penetrating the jugular vein, a centimeter shy of penetration…the attacker that ran rather than finishing me off….and Lord the times when we first left Grace Chapel to go into the music…how You provided, how You opened doors that no man could shut…..I could go on and on….and on and on…..that open heart surgery that You took me through like it was nothing…only You could have done that. Doctors can do much, but Lord you are the difference maker!!! But on this day Lord, I want to tell You how much I love You. How thankful I am for my family, how blessed I am to be loved by You…how much I appreciate grace, and favor, and beauty, and love, and humor…and all aspects of the human spirit…and this thing called life that You have so abundantly given us. I thank You for my 14 grand babies…and I thank You for my entire family, I thank You for my friends…for all blessings. For Lord, we are a blessed people! How awesome it is to know that You knew us before we were! You knew us, You called us, You loved us….and that is a bit hard to wrap my brain around, but it is a fact!! Now Lord….I pray for healing for my brothers and sisters…mind, body and spirit. I pray for jobs, bonuses, favor and wisdom for those that need a financial miracle. Lord I am asking BECAUSE YOU told us to ask. I pray for safe travels to the traveler, peace to the troubled, love to the broken…and above all, truth to all. Let us know the truth about You and your plan for our lives. Let us STOP playing games, be honest with ourselves..and maybe a few other people too. Let the hypocrisy end within the walls of the church. Let us be a witness to the world. Let us forgive others, even when they don’t ask, and let us march toward a blood stained cross…..daily. Let us have a back bone when it comes to morals, defend the rights given by God and our country, let us be a people that doesn’t take the low road, but the high road. Let us not buckle to resistance but stand up to the enemy…and redeem our youth with Holiness teaching, not Hollywood garbage!! Lord we know that compromise is not applicable to the WORD of GOD…and we know that in the end the truth is all we have. The Word is our truth. And Lord let us, the church…learn to pray for healing. Let us remember that BY YOUR STRIPES. Lord help me to be bold and not weak when I ask!! For without asking, we WILL NOT receive. Lord let me be so prayed up that I can ask YOU for the impossible and rightfully expect!!

Lord forgive me for the stupid things I say, forgive me for being so busy that you struggle to get my attention to tell me what YOUR will is for a situation. I trust You more than I knew I could trust anyone, and I love YOU with everything I have. I am an imperfect, chubby, hyper active, middle aged, child…but yes, I AM still Your child. And I am thankful to be able to talk to my King, my Father, my best friend!!

And finally, Lord I pray for that one that has used me, thrown me away, and tried to destroy me! Lord, this is YOUR battle not mine. You said You would set a table for me in the presence of mine enemies. Well Lord, I am ASKING you to silence them also. Lord those that hate for no reason, want to destroy without cause, I pray the mighty BIG HAND of God hold the enemy back, and I rebuke that demonic spirit of jealousy and hate toward me, and all believers…brothers and sisters that bind with me daily to pray for the sick, lift up the broken. Lord I am asking for a season of rest!! You are able!

Lord, You know my heart and my intent! Help me to always show love with actions not “cheap” words. For the world doesn’t respond to our rhetoric, but they respond to action, a helping hand, a hot meal, an ear to listen, a mentor to guide them….let us be the feet and hands, not the annoying noise to them.

And Lord, I ask You to bless my family. These kids that proclaim the Gospel night after night, Lord anoint them with boldness and a NEW desire to see the lost brought to light. Lord grant wisdom for these “new” seasons and blessings in their faith walk, for I know that YOU own the cattle on a thousand hills, and I know that You are a provisional God!! YES I DO! I have seen YOU work miracles many, many times, and I am looking forward to seeing, up close and personal, many more!! Lord protect my babies in their travels and their health!! Direct their paths, choices, and order their every step. I pray for a FRESH anointing on their ministries, individually, and corporately!! Lord I pray for the spouses as they sacrifice and often spend time without their husband/wife, keep the home fires burning, and walk in ministry along side their wife/husband. Lord I pray all 6 of my children and their families never forget that God has provided EVERY need they have brought before You. You have been faithful in finances, health, even a miracle thrown in here and there. Lord I thank You for Your protection over Eva when she fell out of that  second story window, and Lord I AM aware that by man’s account she should have been dead, but You stepped in and said NO, not this time!! Lord thank You for the BIG HAND of protection that came down and prevented Kelly, Mike, Terah, and kids from being in the funeral home the day after they hit that big old semi in the bus…for that was truly a miracle…..LORD I PRAISE You for the healing that slowly came for Kelly’s broken back, and Lord I praise you that Katelanne’s scar is minimal to that pretty heart shaped face, and thank You for giving Mike his life back after that horrible brain injury!! Lord I thank You for 14 safe deliveries of these grandchildren, for momma and baby!!

Lord I thank You for providing Krystal with a job when the Crabb Family quit and she had to “start over” in a new employment world. Lord I thank You for allowing me to have the health and ability to “start over” at 50. And Lord I thank You for Steve…..for when I felt I would never be loved again by a man,when I felt rejected and unworthy, You sent him. When I felt I could never be happy again, his gentle kind spirit nursed me back to trust and happiness!! And Lord, could You give him an extra blessings for being so good to my family!! You know he deserves it!! And Lord I thank You for a home that is filled with peace and contentment. I thank You for a beautiful life after the fact. When the devil told me I wasn’t good enough to succeed, You lifted me up, dusted me off, and placed favor on my life, once again. Lord I thank You for the Crabb Family story, the favor you poured on our faith, the blessing You paved the road with, the souls that You allow those kids to see delivered daily. Lord I thank You for allowing me to have a front row seat from day one, to have the stories to tell and videos to watch!

Lord I thank You for all of my family, all of them, my children that I birthed, and my children that I chose…..I pray for their safety and choices. I thank You for the Hannahs and ask You to bless them, for they have been so good to me!! And Lord, all of my friends and family scattered here and there, back in KY, and all over the country for that matter, blood family, love family, friends and prayer partners, I pray that YOU bless them this day. Wrap them and love them like only You can do.

And Lord I pray for my grand babies. From the oldest to the youngest. Lord YOU know every need they have. You know Edie’s heart, mind and soul…and how You love her. I rebuke the enemy of her soul!!! I speak life to her in Jesus name! She is beautiful, talented, and Lord we gave her to You as a baby. SHE is Your property. Lord I pray over Hope and Cameron, as they enter their teen years I pray protection over their gifts, for You have mighty work for them to do!! For these two are called and purposed. Ashleigh, Hannah, and Katelanne….as these 5th graders all approach this tween age, I pray they begin to desire to know You in a personal way, that they begin to feel Your touch like never before, I pray their little hearts stay innocent and hungry for You, for Lord, they too are Yours. Their gifts are Yours. They are the seed of the righteous!! We are borrowing them, but their gifts are Yours!! And Lord Logan and Eli, You and I both know how special these “twin cousins” are and that their place in our family is a “special” place. Being the first grandsons, and knowing God had a special plan, starting with the day they were born, making sure they both came early, and on the same day! The legacy of ministry rests on them, that is clear to see! God, YOU will use them, I am sure of that!! And Emma, Gracie, Eva, and Sophie….these four little girls are truly one of my greatest delights, and God how I pray a protective blessing over them. There is enough spunk and tenacity between them to run the country….God, how YOU can use this formula!! How awesome would it be if ALL Christians spunkily stood up for their faith? Well these girls will not disappoint YOU!! They could collectively evangelize the world. Lord help us to keep them grounded and in YOU! And Charlee, Lord I pray the world will be at his feet, but that You will always be his heart. Lord I pray protection over his gifts, for he is the called and chosen, and Lord he’s yours. Keep him in the palm of Your big hand. And then there’s baby Ean. And Lord when we were surprised with the news that Amanda would have another child, I knew in my heart that this was Your plan, and that this baby would be special, and would have a work that no one else would or could do. I anxiously await and want to live long enough to see what YOU have for this child.

Lord as I close this prayer that I have typed and cried while doing so, I ask that You let these words on a computer screen be a reminder to many to just give it up and stop the worrying….and just pray.

 

 

Folks: Pray anyway…when you’re broken inside….you don’t know how to fix that person, that financial mountain….that disease that is wrecking your body. Pray!! For truly it is the most powerful weapon we have. We wrestle not against flesh and blood…….spiritual battles must mean spiritual warfare.

 

As I close I want to thank you for having this time of prayer with me. Let’s walk in Him today. And truly, always know…always…that there is a 58 year old granny in TN that loves you and will pray with you anytime.

 

Have a great Thursday!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

Norman

norman

Monday started out like most Mondays for me. Crazy. I was over committed and was a bit frazzled by 10 AM. I had a closing in Central City, KY that was suppose to happen at 2 PM, and with a flurry of delays, a cell phone, and a prayer, Steve and I headed north on 65 to Kentucky. We do this from time to time since we still have friends there and we do business there as well. Anyway, we settle into the trip and I multi-task for the 2 hour drive as most people do when they have the luxury of a chauffeur that happens to be my real estate partner, and my husband. Riding with Steve will improve your prayer life, guaranteed!! I am the typical nervous nelly wife….constantly wondering how in the WORLD this man drove before he met me. I mean, I am serious?? Well on with my Monday. We arrive 15 minutes late, my normal “Kathy” schedule….we are ushered into the conference room to meet the closer. I glance at my phone. It is 2:30. I start reviewing documents. I am rattled. I think it’s because I am running late. I ask Steve to review the documents…saying that I have a headache. I hand them to him. Within a minute or two I start to feel the phone vibrate on the table. My ringer is turned off.

It doesn’t stop. It was turned over and I couldn’t see who was texting, but the sudden “blow up” made me turn it over to check. Mommas panic, especially mommas that have faced “that call” before. As I turned it over I saw Crystal’s B.’s number. Crystal doesn’t call during work hours unless it’s important. In panic I hand the phone to Steve and ask him to answer. I can hear her crying on the other end….so I grab the phone. The voice says simply, “Norman’s gone.” I think I have misunderstood her. I say, “Gone?” as if to say….gone to Florida, or the store….or anywhere that is safe….the sobbing was uncontrollable and I knew that “gone” was not going to mean anything else. And in that moment, standing in a bank in Kentucky, staring at a teller waiting on an unnamed customer that I can still see in my mind’s eye, my friend Norman became perfect. The tears wouldn’t wait, the memories refused to wait their turn,those memories were destined to take precedence over a real estate transaction. A thousand memories of days spent with my lanky, larger than life friend flooded over me. For if you were blessed enough to be Norman’s friend, you can bet your bottom dollar that you had made memories, lots of them. For he knew the importance of a Disney trip, a Diane Wilkinson song, a good meal, and a good story. He liked to laugh as much as he liked to cry. He knew that to be a friend was his calling here in this world, and he answered that call many years ago. Norman could teach many lessons, and my favorite was “No one wins if everyone doesn’t win!” He was the poster child for the term “team player”…….a rarity in this town. He truly loved “his” artists….but guess what? ALL of you that sang about Jesus were “his” artists. I think I am sounding a bit cheesy, but those who know me understand. This is simply the truth. Simply put: Norman was married to a song, a lyric, a melody, an idea that this music truly may change the direction of a young lady who had considered throwing in the towel on her life, or that dad that had humiliated himself and lost everything and his only friend was now shame, that’s the guy that Norman could envision hearing these great songs that he would listen to and promote to  the world!!

Norman loved this music. If I ever met a person that loved the music more than I did, it was Norman Holland. We would chat about styles and preferences and ALWAYS agree that God was in the ballads that my kids had sung:) I know that I was a bit prejudiced concerning the kids, but so was Norman. Norman helped take a bunch of hillbilly kids from Kentucky and he helped hone them into the professionals that they ALL are today. His impact will be felt for generations to come!!! He loved this music that someone so strangely named Southern Gospel (that sounds regional to me) more than he loved mashed potatoes or oreo pie. And trust me, that is saying a lot. I took several trips with Norman the year I went through my divorce. WE would invite 6 or 7 friends, take off to Florida, always with a couple of my grandchildren in tow. We had the BEST time on those trips. We made larger than life memories!! Time passed, my heart healed, I met a man, and Norman became my biggest cheerleader when it came to “start over” for me. He knew I had been hurt enough, and he wanted to see me happy again. He was ok with losing me from his harem………He had all his other girls. Crystal, Celeste, LuLu, Karen, Heather,Tana….and the list goes on, and I am making him sound like a “get around” man, and he would be laughing right now!!

If I had to describe Norman in one sentence it would be something like this: Norman Holland knew how to love.He loved God, oh how he loved God, and the word, and the old fashioned ideas, songs, and traditions of his childhood. He loved people. The pretty ones, the not so pretty ones, the talented ones, the struggling ones, the not so talented ones, he just loved humanity. HE would find something nice to say, always!! Needless to say, because of this ability to always speak something positive, he should be our role model! For that was Jesus in him. His gift to us was that hug, a sincere question about you, he always wanted to know about “you” and your life. He rarely talked about himself. His gift was that hug, that conversation, and usually a nice meal that highlighted his love for fellowship. Norman loved a song and cake. In that order.

I have lost much. Norman filled a spot in my life that no one else can fill. There aren’t anymore Normans. I suppose the music will live on, and the events will happen, the records will be made, the songs will be written. But I am here to declare this to all of you. Everything that transpires in SG Music will have the handprint of Norman all over it. He is the reason many artists had success, he was the key man to put together so, so many special events. HE LOVED IT!! The music of  Southern Gospel is a sweeter place because of his talent to make a business feel like a family.

We were his family. Period! We have lost a favorite son.

I will miss my Norman. I don’t know anyone on the planet that was as much fun to be with. He was the bomb! Our lives are truly changed forever. An era is over. I am sure there is a young competent person that will attempt to be the “Norman”of 2014. Well good luck with that. I suppose it’s possible, kind of like winning the power ball is possible. Sometimes God only made one. I suppose when he made Norman he threw away the mold. How many tall, lanky, men, with an Alabama drawl, a passion for God’s music, and the ability to make an amazing mac and cheese, do you know? Yep, they threw the mold away.

Last but not least. The kindness that he showed my family back in 2002 when we did our first Daywid recording was what I would draw from in later years when I needed a friend….a friend that would get mad at those that hurt me, cry with me, and eat ice cream with me at midnight!! Norman, I am a bit angry that you left me. We had Disney PLANS!!!

Norman you were an original, and there will never be another like you. I promise to always salute Mickey Mouse and linger just an extra minute in front of the castle, and whisper your name……….I also promise to sing “Sheltered In The Arms Of God” instead of a contemporary selection, as you would have wanted it!!

When I grow up, I want to be like Norman, for he was loved by many, and hated by none. It sounds like he’s close enough to perfect for me.

Go rest high Norman!!! For your work on earth is done. You have taught us to love and encourage each other. You have done what no one else could have done. I love you Norman!!

Norman

norman

Monday started out like most Mondays for me. Crazy. I was over committed and was a bit frazzled by 10 AM. I had a closing in Central City, KY that was suppose to happen at 2 PM, and with a flurry of delays, a cell phone, and a prayer, Steve and I headed north on 65 to Kentucky. We do this from time to time since we still have friends there and we do business there as well. Anyway, we settle into the trip and I multi-task for the 2 hour drive as most people do when they have the luxury of a chauffeur that happens to be my real estate partner, and my husband. Riding with Steve will improve your prayer life, guaranteed!! I am the typical nervous nelly wife….constantly wondering how in the WORLD this man drove before he met me. I mean, I am serious?? Well on with my Monday. We arrive 15 minutes late, my normal “Kathy” schedule….we are ushered into the conference room to meet the closer. I glance at my phone. It is 2:30. I start reviewing documents. I am rattled. I think it’s because I am running late. I ask Steve to review the documents…saying that I have a headache. I hand them to him. Within a minute or two I start to feel the phone vibrate on the table. My ringer is turned off. It doesn’t stop. It was turned over and I couldn’t see who was texting, but the sudden “blow up” made me turn it over to check. Mommas panic, especially mommas that have faced “that call” before. As I turned it over I saw Crystal’s B.’s number. Crystal doesn’t call during work hours unless it’s important. In panic I hand the phone to Steve and ask him to answer. I can her hear crying on the other end….so I grab the phone. The voice says simply, “Norman’s gone.” I think I have misunderstood her. I say, “Gone?” as if to say….gone to Florida, or the store….or anywhere that is safe….the sobbing was uncontrollable and I knew that “gone” was not going to mean anything else. And in that moment, standing in a bank in Kentucky, staring at a teller waiting on an unnamed customer that I can still see in my mind’s eye, my friend Norman became perfect. The tears wouldn’t wait, the memories refused to wait their turn,those memories were destined to take precedence over a real estate transaction.

A thousand memories of days spent with my lanky, larger than life friend flooded over me. For if you were blessed enough to be Norman’s friend, you can bet your bottom dollar that you had made memories, lots of them. For he knew the importance of a Disney trip, a Diane Wilkinson song, a good meal, and a good story. He liked to laugh as much as he liked to cry. He knew that to be a friend was his calling here in this world, and he answered that call many years ago. Norman could teach many lessons, and my favorite was “No one wins if everyone doesn’t win!” He was the poster child for the term “team player”…….a rarity in this town. He truly loved “his” artists….but guess what? ALL of you that sang about Jesus were “his” artists. I think I am sounding a bit cheesy, but those who know me understand. This is simply the truth. Simply put: Norman was married to a song, a lyric, a melody, an idea that this music truly may change the direction of a young lady who had considered throwing in the towel on her life, or that dad that had humiliated himself and lost everything and his only friend was now shame, that’s the guy that Norman could envision hearing these great songs that he would listen to and promote to  the world!!

Norman loved this music. If I ever met a person that loved the music more than I did, it was Norman Holland. We would chat about styles and preferences and ALWAYS agree that God was in the ballads that my kids had sung:) I know that I was a bit prejudiced concerning the kids, but so was Norman. Norman helped take a bunch of hillbilly kids from Kentucky and he helped hone them into the professionals that they ALL are today. His impact will be felt for generations to come!!! He loved this music that someone so strangely named Southern Gospel (that sounds regional to me) more than he loved mashed potatoes or oreo pie. And trust me, that is saying a lot. I took several trips with Norman the year I went through my divorce. WE would invite 6 or 7 friends, take off to Florida, always with a couple of my grandchildren in tow. We had the BEST time on those trips. We made larger than life memories!! Time passed, my heart healed, I met a man, and Norman became my biggest cheerleader when it came to “start over” for me. He knew I had been hurt enough, and he wanted to see me happy again. He was ok with loosing me from his harem………He had all his other girls. Crystal, Celeste, LuLu, Karen, Heather,Tana….and the list goes on, and I am making him sound like a “get around” man, and he would be laughing right now!!

If I had to describe Norman in one sentence it would be something like this: Norman Holland knew how to love.He loved God, oh how he loved God, and the word, and the old fashioned ideas, songs, and traditions of his childhood. He loved people. The pretty ones, the talented ones, the struggling ones, the not so talented ones, he just loved humanity. HE would find something nice to say, always!! Needless to say, because of this ability to always speak something positive, he should be our role model! For that was Jesus in him. His gift to us was that hug, a sincere question about you, he always wanted to know about “you” and your life. He rarely talked about himself. His gift was that hug, that conversation, and usually a nice meal that highlighted his love for fellowship. Norman loved a song and cake. In that order.

I have lost much. Norman filled a spot in my life that no one else can fill. There aren’t anymore Normans. I suppose the music will live on, and the events will happen, the records will be made, the songs will be written. But I am here to declare this to all of you. Everything that transpires in SG Music will have the handprint of Norman all over it. He is the reason many artists had success, he was the key man to put together so, so many special events. HE LOVED IT!! The music of  Southern Gospel has been better because of his talent to make a business feel like a family.

We were his family. Period! We have lost a favorite son.

I will miss my Norman. I don’t know anyone on the planet that was as much fun to be with. He was the bomb! Our lives are truly changed forever. An era is over. I am sure there is a young competent person that will attempt to be the “Norman”of 2014. Well good luck with that. I suppose it’s possible, kind of like winning the power ball is possible. Sometimes God only made one. I suppose when he made Norman he threw away the mold. How many tall, lanky, men, with an Alabama drawl, a passion for God’s music, and the ability to make an amazing mac and cheese, do you know? Yep, they threw the mold away.

Last but not least. The kindness that he showed my family back in 2002 when we did our first Daywid recording was what I would draw from in later years when I needed a friend….a friend that would get mad at those that hurt me, cry with me, and eat ice cream with me at midnight!! Norman, I am a bit angry that you left me. We had Disney PLANS!!!

Norman you were an original, and there will never be another like you. I promise to always salute Mickey Mouse and linger just an extra minute in front of the castle, and whisper your name……….I also promise to sing “Sheltered In The Arms Of God” instead of a contemporary selection, as you would have wanted it!!

When I grow up, I want to be like Norman, for he was loved by many, and hated by none. It sound like he’s close enough to perfect for me.

Go rest high Norman!!! For your work on earth is done. You have taught us to love and encourage each other. You have done what no one else could have done. I love you Norman!!

 

It Takes Two Baby!!!

Image

Well my cup runneth over this morning, after celebrating 50 years of marriage with my friends Edith and LaVerne Tripp last night. Their sweet family threw a party fit for a king and queen (and why shouldn’t they) and invited the king and queen’s court, and we celebrated with them. Now you see, I know LaVerne and Edith’s story. The road wasn’t always easy. But here’s the difference. He stayed. She stayed. As I often say, they didn’t own a pair of “walking” shoes. Most of us that have been the recipient of another person’s choices feel a bit cheated at times like this. Those walking shoes are commonly purchased and worn without thought of the consequences. I have a friend who put up with many years of “bad” behavior, only to be abandoned as she approached her 50th birthday…a VERY good friend. So, hey…it happens!!

Now, that was the little paragraph for us divorced, been thrown to the curb crowd. Now we have the widow/widower group. These folks must wrestle with “why me” syndrome for years not months….without true grace and mercy, they will walk away from God. But the good news is that somehow….I have no clue how this can actually happen, but somehow that peace that passeth all understanding, is enough!! That big hand that holds us, guides us. And guess what. We, the broken hearted, we survive. We put our lives back together again. We get married again. We teach our heart to trust. Slowly, and maybe with much reservation, but we go where we said we wouldn’t go. We move back into that relationship thinking that we will only be hurt, abandoned, left again. But….somehow…once in a while, God sends a Steve Hannah along. A “stay with it”guy. A man that raised a handicapped step child for 13 years, only to have his heart broken. A guy that gives everything and asks for nothing in return. A guy that doesn’t walk away when my kids have a bus wreck and need to move in for 6 months, or my mother is sick and must live with me, or my sister is sick and must live with me, or I’m having open heart and need a 24/7 nurse, or I bring all 26 of my kids and grandkids to dinner and tell him to get the check (haven’t done that in a while)…..you get the picture. He stepped up and loves me and all of mine. Yes, that’s how that works. Steve and I, along with millions of Americans will never celebrate 50 years of marriage, we started too late. But what we will celebrate is this: God is faithful when people aren’t! Family is family, no matter how you got them…time spent does a family make. Grandchildren have no clue whose gene pool they came from, and they don’t care. I am just their Granny. Period. All of them.

But I must admit, I wish I had met Steve when I was a young girl, married him, and we could be headed like a freight train for 50 years!!! But, that didn’t happen. This did. And Lord have mercy….I am one blessed woman today!! Can I get a witness?? One catch though, I get all of the same kids, grandkids. :)

Edith and LaVerne, I love you all, and I wish you 50 more! You are such an inspiration to me. I suppose if I live to be 102 and Steve lives to be 96, we will be inviting you all to the party!!!! 🙂

%d bloggers like this: