God loves me more than my mother.

Posted by Leigh on March 9, 2011 in Uncategorized |

Yes, I’m back.  I think.  My intention is to blog more often but you know what they say about good intentions.  All I can say is that I will try.  We are working on getting the blog and website up and running and being able to really formulate my pixel presence.  But anyway…you are probably wondering about the title. 

Well, here’s the deal. 

I know for a fact that God loves me more than my momma loves me. 

How do I know this you ask? 

It was all because of the pickles. 

See, my mom is an awesome cook.  It’s also how she shows her love.  She can fry up some chicken that will make your mouth water, bake biscuits like you wouldn’t believe, and not “whomp biscuits” but truly amazing homemade, from scratch with real buttermilk biscuits.  And she also makes a deviled egg that always looked wonderful, but I just couldn’t sink my teeth into them.  They had pickles in them.  Chopped up pickles. Even though I am a proud, card-carrying lifetime member of GRITS (girls raised in the south), I can not deal with pickles, not on my cheeseburger, not fried, not on the side with my sandwich, and certainly not in my deviled eggs.  My taste buds rebel and I just can’t partake of that southern taste sensation.  But… mom ALWAYS put pickles in the eggs, even knowing that I didn’t like them, and telling me to “eat around them.”  Do you know how difficult that is when they are chopped up?  And they leave a taste in your mouth, and get pickle juice throughout the essence of the egg.  NOT GOOD.  So normally I would just pass on the eggs, even with their yellow mustard tinged goodness and light sprinkling of paprika.  I just couldn’t swallow the pickles.  For 41 years. 

And then…

Niece #1 is born, and she grows up, loving her some deviled eggs with pickles.  and then… niece #2 arrives.  Recently she has discovered her affinity for deviled eggs, but low and behold, she DOES NOT like pickles. 

So guess who now makes deviled eggs with and WITHOUT pickles.  It took a 3-year-old DIVA to eridicate the plethora of pickles from the deviled eggs. My mother even places them in the middle of her southern egg platter, a place of honor for my 3-year-old niece.  That’s just wrong.  She clearly loves her granddaughter more than me, which I can understand, the diva is cuter and a lot smarter than I am.  She has to be.   It only took her a few weeks to accomplish what I had spent a lifetime failing miserably at.   

So that’s how I know that God loves me more that my mother loves me.  Scripture had always said so, but now I know it’s true. 

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” Psalms 139:13 

 And I bet He will fix me eggs without pickles when I get to heaven.  He made me not liking pickles so it’s not a bad thing.  Grins. 

I love you mom, but God loves me more.


2011 New Year, New Decade, New Path

Posted by Leigh on January 1, 2011 in prayer |

Happy New Year!!!

I am heading back to school this week.  I will be returning to college and finishing up my degree over the next few years.  Yes, years.  I have a long way to go but things are coming into place with school and I am excited but a little apprehensive.  I’m not sure if I will be able to do it all but I am trying to get organized.

I’ve realized that clutter is one of my biggest downfalls.  Having a home that is disorganized keeps me from organizing my thoughts  and knowing what step I need to take next.  So I am proclaiming this the year that order will be obtained.  Order over our finances, order over our home, order in my committments. 

I want to clean everything out, I started by deleting all my emails from 2010.  LOL.  Hey, it’s a start.  I’m going to write down some goals and then break them down step by step.  I’ve bought a couple of books to help me get things in order.  I struggle with seeing the big picture, I do great with envisioning something, but have a hard time getting it from the BIG VISION to step 1, 2 and 3.  

So, there will be a new blog with new links and new topics.  God, family, work, school, and just stuff.  (still working this out)

I made a promise to myself when I started writing my blog that I would always be honest.  So in order to do that and have some order to it, I wanted to break it up a bit.  So bear with me while this is under construction and give feedback if you feel like it. 

Welcome to 2011.  What changes are you going to make this year?


Eye Spy

Posted by admin on October 1, 2010 in mom, time |
Wow, October 1.  Where did July, August, and September go?  Good grief.  I remember my grandmother and I sitting in the yard under big pecan trees in the summer time, in green chairs, like this one ——>>>>
And I would be making my Christmas list in July eating ice milk and playing Eye Spy (I would spy something green just to make it last longer.)  And I can remember feeling like the days just took forever, that winter would never come.  And I remember her telling me that as I got older that time would go by faster.  She had to have been around 50 when we had this conversation.  I’m 40 now, and she seemed old, grandmotherly, and smelled of Rose Milk. 
In 10 years I will be 50, my daughter will be almost 24.  
Please God, let it slow down just a little bit.  It’s all going by so fast.  Grandma Cleo, I miss you, I miss the house, the yard, and Christmas with you and the family. 
McKenna, write it down so you can remember, and mom, take the time to play Eye Spy with your granddaughters.  It’s important today, but also for their tomorrows. 

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