Why a blog?

I was diagnosed with cancer in 2007 and soon began journaling my walk in our local paper and continuing my dream to be a writer. You meet me in between taxing kids to and fro, baking cupcakes, feeding chickens, running up and down my dirt road, fishing, sweeping the floors, stuffing the clean laundry in bathroom cabinets, researching how to get a book published, studying my next Bible Study lesson, or perhaps sitting on my back porch in the country watching my husband's deer and my purple martins. To say I am blessed is only the beginning!















Monday, February 29, 2016

Our HOUSE


My oldest daughter said something this week that was very simple, yet profound.  It was about my nephew.  He hangs out with us a lot; consequently, he is often witness to the good, bad, ordinary, and extraordinary things that go on here in our “big room.”  I call it the “big room” because we do not have a separate kitchen, dining, or living room.  We have one large and open room that 99% of life around here takes place in. 

My nephew, perched up on a barstool, heard me ground a kid, praise a kid, order one around, and heaven only knows what else all while his popcorn popped in the microwave.  Banner made the comment “Wow, Bragg is just IN everything here.”   I think she was implying she felt sorry for him because he was being exposed to reality here. 

He did not say much, but just smiled.  It was like he was taking it all in and making a mental note of how his Aunt B’s house is action packed and sometimes crazy! 

There is a lot of action here.  We have three huge exercise balls going at all times because the younger  kids convinced me that they would do more homework if they sprawled out on the balls.  The dogs are either sleeping or in trouble and being kicked out for their wild, animal like behavior. 

Two of us like to speak with “Parent Trap” British accents.  There are sports conversations, hunting stories, and cooking tips shared often and sometimes all at once.  The refrigerator open door warning beeper and my smoothie maker are our background music…lots of love and lots of action!

On a quiet morning last week when I was up alone and pouring my second cup of coffee, the thought occurred to me…What are we doing here?  I mean…as a family, me as a Mom, what are we doing here?  We have laugher, busy days, lazy days, good times, bad times and a grocery store list that is never-ending, but I silently asked myself what the purpose of it all was?

Very clearly the Lord reminded me in the stillness of my own kitchen that the purpose of life is to honor and know Him, to do His work.  I mentally connected that truth to parenting my kids.  I thought…I am not raising them to be politicians, hardworking welders, professional football players, hairstylist, or even mothers and fathers really. I am also not raising them to be beautiful, rich, successful, or powerful.  I am raising them to be light in this dark world and lead others, in whatever path they take as adults, to Jesus.  That is our purpose here. 

Rick Warren’s bestselling book “The Purpose Driven Life” begins with this line.  ”It is not about you.”    

The next paragraph starts with “The purpose of your life is far greater than your own personal fulfillment, your peace of mind, or even your happiness.”  It goes onto say “If you want to know why you were placed on this planet, you must begin with God.” 

I first read the book in 2003. I am going to reread it.  It lines up with what is in my heart for myself and my family.  Social media likes and bank balances are not it.  Approval from peers and perfectly dusted furniture are not why we are here either.  We are here for Jesus.  I want to get it right!

Exodus 9:16 says “I have raised you up for this very purpose, that I might show you my power and that my name might be proclaimed in all of the earth.”  That is exciting to me.  What about you?

CHOKING!


My husband cooked steaks tonight.  We all sat down at the table and enjoyed a delicious meal together like a big, happy family.  Our nice and rather quiet meal was totally interrupted when my son suddenly and without warning pounded on the table.  It was so loud and so unexpected that I nearly did a backflip off of the bench.  True, I am the jumpy one in the family, but his loud outburst startled us all. 

After pounding on the table like a mad gorilla, he stood up. He spun around and did a 180 heading into the kitchen.  After a step or two, he started spitting, spewing, and throwing up.  (Sorry, this is graphic.) 

It was not until he made it into the kitchen that I realized he was choking on a piece of meat.  I yelled “B” so that my husband would jump up too and perform the Heimlich.  By the time we met up at the kitchen sink, he was okay.  The steak has passed.  I could breathe again.  My son could breathe again.  Halleluiah!

The sad thing about this situation was that when I first heard him beat his fists on the table, I scolded him to not ever do that again!  I thought he had completely lost his manners and his mind!  I later realized that he was beating on the table to get our attention because he was choking.  I judged his actions.  I thought I knew.

How often do we THINK we know?  We offer up in casual conversation what we would do if we were the one with the problem or question how that could possible happen.   We look at the kid, the business, the issue at hand and pridefully proclaim that it is just downright ridiculous how the circumstance is being handled. 

I am guilty.  We all are guilty.  We judge others and swear that on our watch, in our house, in our place of business, or even in our church body that “THAT” would never happen. 

Right about the time that we climb up on our high horse and say never, we better brace ourselves for a fall.  When we get too high and mighty, we will usually be knocked back down to reality. 

I recently got knocked down.  I do not know if I was too high or just needed to be reminded that I need my heavenly Father at all times. I got wind knocked out of me alright.  I would like to say it was the first time. I would like to say it will be the last. 

Understand this please.  When I say I had the wind knocked out of me, I do not mean that I was playing backyard football and got trucked.  I mean that something came up that totally caught me off guard and sent me straight to my knees begging the Lord for wisdom, peace, and strength…breathless! 

Whether you are full of air soaring smoothly or trying to breathe because life is seemingly crushing down on you, remember what the LORD told Joshua in Joshua 1:5.  HE said “Just as I was with Moses, so I will be with you.  I will not leave you or forsake you.” 

This is a reference to Deuteronomy 31 when Moses reminded all of Israel that the LORD would be with them.  He kept His word and referred back to it. 

Please rest assured this week that the LORD will keep His word.  

This week focus less on what others are doing, what is going on around you, and totally make Jesus Christ #1 in your life.  You will be blessed!