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Jan 092019
 

 

As I’ve had more and more birthdays, it is becoming more difficult to choose my birthday person (BDP). Of course, my first birthday person was my mom after that my sister who led me to the Lord and then pastors and people who nurtured my spiritual walk. The problem is I will not live long enough on this earth to thank all the people who have been so important to me. Therefore my birthday person or persons for 2019 is a collection of all those people who have shared Bible study with

I start with my current, weekly Bible study group. We sit around one of our tables and drink coffee, tea or Crystal Light, and eat popcorn or chips. Chatter about our week, and then open our Bibles or click on our phones and open our hearts to God‘s word.

In thinking of those who have changed my life through studying God’s word, faces swirl before me. Barbara with her Godly wisdom. Laura with her willingness to serve, Jean with her wonderful southern accent. Margaret and her sweet spirit. Cheryl with her humor and openness. Nancy with her thought-provoking questions. Linda who even prayers for her ex-husband. Lynn who always pushing the envelope to prod us to search further. And the kindness of all my wonderful neighbor Pat who was my BDP a few years ago. Many others who float in and out, like Linda E. who coordinates these coffee-cup, non-devotional Bible studies in our neighborhood. Each week it becomes more difficult to find the time to study, and yet, it becomes more important. You all keep me on track.

As I think of this group, other faces pop into the scene. Cynthia Robinson and my sister, Ouida. Wait a minute! That was about 60 years ago. We met each Saturday morning at about 6 o’clock and prayed together and study a little bit of God’s word. Then more faces come to mind—all those who sat beside me on Wednesday nights at the Methodist Youth “Buldge” in Tulia, Texas. Harry, Jimmy Inman, Charlie, Max, Mac, Mike, Linda and Ronnie, Julianna, Joyce, Joan, Sheran, Cheryl, Patricia, Patsy, Mickey, the Devins—each precious one—so many I can’t name them all. Gracelyn who drove us to church that first year. Those who dropped in like Johnny, David and a few Baptists like John and Presbyterians like Richard. Ceta Canyon where nature taught us and Conference Camp where teachers like Kenneth Wyatt taught us by drawing. His art still inspires. To the amazing teachers like Delbert, Betty, Mona, …so many. You all hugged me into Faith and I can never thank you enough.

Further back, to the little Sunday Schoolroom at the top of the church. Ann who gave me my first Bible. Nita who made me laugh and shared her candy. Sherry who went with me to the pastor’s study to tell him about a friend who had cheated on a test and who sat with me while our pastor opened the Bible and discussed the beam in our own eye instead of the speck in our friend’s eye and all who loved me inspire of my ways. You all, my dearest, oldest friends in Christ are truly treasures of my heart.

The visions of Bible Study Groups past continued to surface. My “kids” in the Prairie Heights’ Youth Group in Grand Prairie—Connie, Jimmy, Sherry, Leslie, Karen and Karen, Rickey, Mathis, the really tall boy I had to shake my finger at for putting firecrackers in the barbecue grill and the one who brought “the” Rolling Stone cover. No, I was not wise enough. But God was. Was I smart enough to teach you? No! But God worked His miracle of love into our group. You were about 4 or 5 years younger than me, but God taught me so much through you.

The children I taught at Grand Prairie Ingelwood Methodist, and that wonderful group of young mom’s who met for brief studies, prayers, aerobics, and much need talking-to-adults time, thank you. To the ladies, I taught at Hillcrest in Arlington, thank you for listening and sharing.

Teenagers in Alvarado we had so much fun! And especially to the little ladies at Hillside in Alvarado. Your wisdom, spirit, and experiences totally inspired me. The stories of seeing those dear ones who have gone before you really gave me a peek into the next life. How blessed we were in those studies.

Brian Muirhead, Trudy Laird, Billy and the adult class with all the great discussions we shared. George and Val Shultz and your mission. To the classes of wonderful teenagers in Cedar Hill at the First UMC: you were incredible. Fred, Tradel, Bethany, the Muirhead girls, Justin and so many of you. Your knowledge and the experience blew me away. Camp…that was a Heaven experience like none other, God’s Spirit falling like rain. Thank you, Father God!

To my dear Sunday School friends at Acton UMC, not only did you learn with me, you ministered to us when we had 4 broken arms. Thank you so much for food, cleaning, opening Dr. Pepper bottles and rides to church. Linda and Bill, Debby, Echo, Linda, and more.

Last, thank you to my husband, who sits beside me in the church at Lakeside in Granbury and takes better notes than I do as we are taught by Pastor Mark. We’ve learned so much in these last few years.

To all those who have sat at the feet of Jesus with me, thank you.

Jan 102017
 


Today I’ve been blessed with so many bithday wishes. The way I have celebrated my birthday for over 30 years now is to have a Birthday Person(s) to thank and honor as someone who has blessed my life. My birthday persons for 2017 are two of my first cousins.

First cousins share your early childhood much like your siblings do (minus the rivalry and fighting). Being the eighth child of a father who was one of eight, I had so many first cousins. They are mostly all gone now. When we had family get-togethers, I was in heaven.

Cousins share your likes and dislikes. They are your age. They play with you, watch over you, keeps secrets and never tell. Plus, even when you fuss, they go home to give you time to miss them again.

Recently, my closest cousin, Linda “Rikki” Shaw Willsey, found me on Facebook after twenty years apart. This was extra special because I not only have lost my mom and dad, brothers, and sisters, I lost two special cousins and my last aunt. With Linda’s post a flood of memories poured over me, and I was once again running through MacKenzie Park, singing with the family, eating amazing fried chicken and taking turns sitting on the homemade ice cream maker while it was being turned.  In November Linda and I took a trip to our other cousins’ house in South Texas. She was recovering from a serious illness. This precious cousin, Evelyn Costley Cole, is a bit older, but she took care of us, held us in pictures and probably the one that fried the chicken. Even as a youth she was a great cook and excellent seamstress. She made my wedding dress and going away suit, plus hat! (It was a ’60s thing.)

Another thing about cousins, no matter how long you are apart, you pick back up as if there was no gap in time. However, as you get older you know the value of your connection.

My birthday persons for 2017 are Linda “Rikki” Shaw Willsey and Evelyn Costley Cole.

This story from my book CruisinThru Life, Dip Street and Other Miracles explains the premise behind choosing a birthday person.


Giving Yourself a Birthday Party

When I turned thirty-three, I hated my birthday. I found myself in an emotional waiting room, dressed in my party clothes,wondering who would give me a party? Who would bring presents, bake a cake, blow-up balloons? Who would say I’m of value even though I’m getting older?

“Well, what do you want to do?” my husband asked in an exasperated voice.

“I … I want … I don’t know,” I stuttered, “something special.”

“You want to go to the new restaurant?”

“No.”

“Go out with friends?”

“No.”

“What?”

“Something special, so I don’t just feel old.”

“Hmmmm.” He disappeared into the garage. (I’ve always thought garages were built just so men had a place to escape.)

With no party in sight, I decided to give my own. How to celebrate? I couldn’t really think of any event that would turn my depression into joy. I had no idea what I truly wanted or needed.

Down through the years, Christmas time had remained my favorite celebration. I loved to give gifts, especially to those who meant a great deal to me. This is where the idea to select a Birthday Person formed.

Now each year I select someone who has blessed my life. I chose my mom first. I was her eighth child. She gave me life and added a great deal of fun and love to my life along the way. Next was my sister, Ouida. We shared everything. Best of all, she shared her faith in Christ with me and many others. She died a few years after I made her my Birthday Person. We never know how long we have to say “thank you.”

In the months before my birthday, I think of all the people who have blessed me. I search for a small token—a gift. Then I plan what I want to say. After writing my first rough draft, I get a clean sheet of paper that doesn’t have tear stains on it. And then I create the finished product and mail it with a simple present. There have been many tears involved in writing notes to my Birthday Person, tears of joy, tears of healing—tears shared on the giving and the receiving end.

I’ve chosen a Birthday Person each year, all my sisters, brothers, daughters, youth directors, pastors, grandchildren, family, and friends—all have changed my life in amazing ways. Some years it has been more difficult to choose a birthday person and several times I’ve included a group—my Sunday School class, Facebook friends and more. It has blessed me beyond any gift I could have received. By focusing on others, I have eliminated the fear of more wrinkles and gray hair looming in my future. I’m amazed when glancing back over the copies of these letters to see many people on my list have now passed away—my mom, sisters, brothers, and friends. People who changed my life and who gave me so much, people I could never thank enough, now gone. I’m glad I thanked them when I did.

Thankfulness feeds a healthy soul within us. My “Birthday Person” celebration has spread to many of my friends. The healing power of saying “thank you” and praising others can keep you young—that and a box of hair color and really good facial serum.

I now look forward to my birthday. I hope you look forward to yours. Try celebrating with a thank you gift.

Life Lessons: In Psalms100:4 it says: “Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise.” In the culture of that time, the gate was like the courtyard or the entryway of a home, but the court was the living area—the place to be at home with special friends. Taking the time to say thank you and offering a little praise not only makes you happy, it can change someone’s life, especially your children. Teaching your kids to say thank you and to praise is a huge gift to them. But the greatest gift is to teach them to be thankful to God and to praise him. Enjoy your birthday.

Jan 092015
 

Dip sale Collages22Tomorrow is the day I reveal my 2015 Birthday Person. I have been so busy, I hadn’t thought of who my happy birthday person (HBP) would be this year. Between getting out three books and being Chairman of Twilight, Texas and Texas Independence Day Student History events, I didn’t even know if I would still be a person this year. Then right after Christmas I realized the choice was clear…this person who helped me in all areas of my life recently. This person was like a sister to me and a brother and a friend and so much more…STAY Tuned until tomorrow when I announce my HBP for 2015.

Giving Yourself a Birthday Party

from Cruisin’ Thru Life – Dip Street and Other Miracles

When I turned thirty-three, I hated my birthday. I found myself in an emotional waiting room, dressed in my party clothes—wondering who would give me a party? Who would bring presents, bake a cake, blow-up balloons? Who would say, I’m of value even though I’m getting older?
“Well, what do you want to do?” my husband asked in an exasperated voice.
“I… I want…I don’t know,” I stuttered, “something special.”
“You want to go to the new restaurant?”
“No.”
“Go out with friends?”
“No.”
“What?”
“Something special, so I don’t just feel old.”
“Hmmmm.” He disappeared into the garage. I’ve always thought garages were built just so men had a place to escape.
With no party in sight, I decided to give my own. How to celebrate? I couldn’t really think of any event that would turn my depression into joy. I had no idea what I truly wanted or needed.
Down through the years, Christmas time had remained my favorite celebration. I loved to give gifts especially to those who had meant a great deal to me. This is where the idea to select a Birthday Person formed.
Now each year I select someone who has blessed my life. I chose my mom first. I was her eighth child. She gave me life and added a great deal of fun and love along the way. Next was my sister, Ouida. We shared everything. Best of all, she shared her faith in Christ with me and many others. She died a few years after I made her my birthday person. We never know how long we have to say thank you.
In the months before my birthday, I think of all the people that have blessed me. I search for a small token–a gift. Then I plan what I want to say. After writing my first rough draft, I get a clean sheet of paper that doesn’t have tear stains on it. And then I create the finished product and mail it with a simple present. There have been many tears involved in writing notes to my Birthday Person, tears of joy, tears of healing—tears shared on the giving and the receiving end.
I’ve chosen a Birthday Person(s) each year, all my sisters, brothers, daughters, youth directors, pastors, grandchildren, family and friends—all have changed my life in amazing ways. Some years it has been more difficult to choose a birthday person and several times I’ve included a group–my Sunday School, Facebook friends and more. It has blessed me beyond any gift I could have received. By focusing on others, I have eliminated the fear of more wrinkles and gray hair looming in my future. I’m amazed when glancing back over the copies of these letters to see many people on my list have now passed away—my mom, sisters, brothers and friends people who changed my life. People who gave me so much, people who I could never thank enough now gone. I’m so glad I thanked them when I did.
Thankfulness feeds a healthy soul within us. My “Birthday Person” celebration has spread to many of my friends. The healing power of saying thank you and praising others can keep you young—that and a box of hair color and really good facial serum.

Jan 072016
 
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I hate birthdays with zeroes in them. They sound so real–decadeish.  That’s really a good thing.Right?  Another decade?  I decided a long time a go to never grow up.  So as I get older, I need to take heed to the words in scripture, “You must become as a little child…”  This applies to birthdays too.  I choose to rejoice in the zero birthday as it I were 10, dreaming of being 20.  In three days I will celebrate.  Today I share the story from my book Cruisin’ Thru Life, Dip Street and Other Miracles.  This explains my premise behind choosing a birthday person.

Giving Yourself a Birthday Party

When I turned thirty-three, I hated my birthday. I found myself in an emotional waiting room, dressed in my party clothes,wondering who would give me a party? Who would bring presents, bake a cake, blow-up balloons? Who would say I’m of value even though I’m getting older?

“Well, what do you want to do?” my husband asked in an exasperated voice.

“I … I want … I don’t know,” I stuttered, “something special.”

“You want to go to the new restaurant?”

“No.”

“Go out with friends?”

“No.”

“What?”

“Something special, so I don’t just feel old.”

“Hmmmm.” He disappeared into the garage. (I’ve always thought garages were built just so men had a place to escape.)

With no party in sight, I decided to give my own. How to celebrate? I couldn’t really think of any event that would turn my depression into joy. I had no idea what I truly wanted or needed.

Down through the years, Christmas time had remained my favorite celebration. I loved to give gifts, especially to those who meant a great deal to me. This is where the idea to select a Birthday Person formed.

Now each year I select someone who has blessed my life. I chose my mom first. I was her eighth child. She gave me life and added a great deal of fun and love to my life along the way. Next was my sister, Ouida. We shared everything. Best of all, she shared her faith in Christ with me and many others. She died a few years after I made her my Birthday Person. We never know how long we have to say “thank you.”

In the months before my birthday, I think of all the people who have blessed me. I search for a small token—a gift. Then I plan what I want to say. After writing my first rough draft, I get a clean sheet of paper that doesn’t have tear stains on it. And then I create the finished product and mail it with a simple present. There have been many tears involved in writing notes to my Birthday Person, tears of joy, tears of healing—tears shared on the giving and the receiving end.

I’ve chosen a Birthday Person each year, all my sisters, brothers, daughters, youth directors, pastors, grandchildren, family, and friends—all have changed my life in amazing ways. Some years it has been more difficult to choose a birthday person and several times I’ve included a group—my Sunday School class, Facebook friends and more. It has blessed me beyond any gift I could have received. By focusing on others, I have eliminated the fear of more wrinkles and gray hair looming in my future. I’m amazed when glancing back over the copies of these letters to see many people on my list have now passed away—my mom, sisters, brothers, and friends. People who changed my life and who gave me so much, people I could never thank enough, now gone. I’m glad I thanked them when I did.

Thankfulness feeds a healthy soul within us. My “Birthday Person” celebration has spread to many of my friends. The healing power of saying “thank you” and praising others can keep you young—that and a box of hair color and really good facial serum.

I now look forward to my birthday. I hope you look forward to yours. Try celebrating with a thank you gift.

 

Life Lessons: In Psalms100:4 it says: “Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise.” In the culture of that time, the gate was like the courtyard or the entryway of a home, but the court was the living area—the place to be at home with special friends. Taking the time to say thank you and offering a little praise not only makes you happy, it can change someone’s life, especially your children. Teaching your kids to say thank you and to praise is a huge gift to them. But the greatest gift is to teach them to be thankful to God and to praise him. Enjoy your birthday.

 

Apr 212014
 

TannerTreeTo my grandson and other adults:

You are 18!  You’re an adult.  But you have been for a long time. Adult meaning mature, capable and able to care for yourself. Actually 18 doesn’t get you much more than that. You can sign your life away into debt–with apartment leases, credit cards, expensive things you quickly grow tired of and paying for things to impress pretty women who are only using you.   You can be held legally responsible, tried as an adult in a court of law and forced into labor by society. Other than that it’s pretty much like every other birthday. Now about that bridge…what’s at the bottom?  When on a bridge the question is: where are you heading? There seems to be two choices. You can dive into life, take the short cut, not knowing what waits. There could be a wonderful place to swim. Or  it could be there’s rocks or sewage waiting. The other choice on a bridge is to cruise over it, find a beautiful, winding path down to the beach. You could soak up some rays, meet some cute chicks(over 18 only) and catch a great wave.  Life can be a bitch or a beach. The point is you’re 18 and it’s your choice…no one else. I love that–wrong or right you get to decide. No one tells you. It’s also scary. But you are an amazing person. I was there 18 years ago. I cut the cord and there’s not a person other than your mom who knows you better.  You have gone through trials and have come through stronger. You have proven that you can be trusted. I am impressed and look forward to seeing the places you can go and the things you can do. You truly are awesome. Happy Birthday. Go look at cars today. A car is a great way to cruise into life.Buying your own car is great. It took me about 50 years to get MY first car. Of course Daddy Boots doesn’t want me to get it out of the garage…but that’s marriage …and you don’t want to  go there yet! Love you!l

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