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Living in Wills Point, Texas to some would seem like a super boring experience, but they are wrong. There may not be a whole lot to do out here in a small town, but the people are REAL and the places you go are quality. One of our favorite places to eat is Nana and Papa’s Blue Bird Cafe. We eat there at least once a week, sometimes more. Unfortunately, we probably won’t make it there this week because it is icy and expected to snow more tonight and tomorrow.

The reason I’m telling you about Blue Bird is that the Lord constantly is showing me His love and provision there. Not only the great food, but the people who eat there and own the place. The first week we moved out to Wills Point, we ate at Blue Bird and Ariel behind the counter asked us for our names, in an amazing southern accent. Since then they know us when we walk in, know that Darcey and I will usually order a side of tater tots instead of fries, that our friend will order grilled jalapenos on his patty melt and a side of chilli fries. When one of us is missing from the group, they ask about them. Needless to say, Blue Bird is more than our favorite place to eat, it’s a place to fellowship.

One of the times we were eating at Blue Bird, only a week ago, Taylor asked me about sponsorship at GFA. A little caught off guard, I stuttered and said I would bring information the next time we came by. Last Monday, I brought in a National Missionary sponsorship packet and a Bridge of Hope child packet. After eating my food, I walked up to the counter and prayed the Lord would speak through me to Taylor and Ariel about how much He uses these missionaries and children to further His Good News throughout South Asia.

I was not at the top of my game. Tripping over my words, I very poorly explained the importance of each sponsorship, and to my surprise, Taylor said, “Can we pay cash today?”. Blown away that they would sponsor both a child and a missionary, I shared that they could indeed pay cash and then if they wanted, could set up a monthly payment.

After they gave cash and filled out the sponsorship card, Ariel asked, “Can we have more profiles to keep at the store so our customers can have a chance to sponsor?”

At this point, I felt completely in awe of the Lord. How He could so beautifully turn my fumbling around for His glory. See, I have been in a rather dry spot in my walk with the Lord and was waiting for Him to show His hand again to me, like He does. This was my answer. Even in my weakness, He is strong. I should know this by now as He is always using my failures, my fumbles, my quirkiness for His glory. Praise God for His provision, and for His bypassing my inability to explain things well by speaking to their hearts instead. All He needed me to do was bring the profiles to the counter.

God is Good isn’t He?!

I know I’m not the only one who has experienced God’s provision in this way, what are your stories? Please share in the comments below, I’d love to praise God with you.🙂


Source: God Still Surprises Me

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Waking up this morning, I was expecting a normal Wednesday. You know, wake up, put on clothes you think look good together in your groggy state of mind, brush your teeth, tame your bedhead, drink away your “zombie-state” with a good cup of coffee.

What I wasn’t expecting was my amazing husband to walk over to me as I sat at the kitchen table, cup of coffee in hand, and say “today would not be a good day to dance with me”.

Confused, I looked at him with a look of “OOoookay… please explain” on my face.

He looked down at what I was guessing were his feet. I looked down too and saw his socks.

Two left footed socks…. two left feet

I looked back up to his face to see a smile. Laughing, I realized, this Wednesday would be more than a “normal” Wednesday. This Wednesday is WAY more than just “normal”. When you look at it with a smile and think on it with a positive attitude, you can see that the Lord of Heaven and Earth fashioned this very day as one more opportunity for us to experience His glory in the faces of loved ones, to spread His glory to the ends of the earth through serving in the place He has us, to share His love with those we come in contact with. His mercies are NEW this morning. His grace is sufficient.

Enjoy your Wednesday!


Source: Not a Normal Wednesday

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To give a little background to this story. It has been a little over a year since I’ve gotten my hair cut, so it was getting to be longer than I’ve had it in over 8 years. Personally, I prefer short hair. It fits my personality WAY better than longer hair. And it’s fun!

This past weekend, a friend from Carrollton was coming by Wills Point to give haircuts to those of us at GFA who used to have her cut our hair more regularly. Which was a HUGE blessing because I’ve been a wimp at looking for a hair salon out here, in the middle of nowhere, for me to try out. Also, I am a fan of the show “Arrow” on TV and there’s a girl in the show named Sin who has my dream hair and the same face shape as me. So it was time for me to go back to my “fun” hair.

So this is my new do: (before, mid, and after shots)

Before

Before

Mid-cut

Mid-cut

After (no styling)

After (no styling)

Now for the story that the title eludes to

After church on Saturday evening, a group of our friends were going out to eat at Chilli’s in Forney. When we arrived, I had to make use of the facilities; so I made my way to the restrooms. Upon entering the bathroom, a young girl, around the age of nine, was washing her hands. I saw her eyes get a little bigger, with a glimmer of confusion crossing her face as I walked over to one of the stalls. I usually think it’s rather humorous that people’s first glances place me as a boy, but then they usually come to the conclusion that I’m a girl.

I finished my business, and by this time the little girl was no longer in the bathroom; so I went to the sink, washed my hands, and then proceeded to play with my hair to make it do what I wanted it to do. (I hadn’t “done” it since I had it cut, so it was just air-dried and a little flat). As I was fixing my hair, the same little girl opened the door to come in and as she saw me, she promptly turned around and went back outside the bathroom. This made me laugh.

After fixing my hair, I put my purse on my shoulder and exited the bathroom, only to be greeted by this little girl in the blue shirt. Apparently she thought I was a guy and was waiting outside the bathroom till I left so she could go back in.

I promptly went to tell my friends of my strange encounter, and we all laughed at the silly situation.

I’m so happy I have my short hair again, regardless of the fact that some children might confuse me with a guy. Besides, Darcey prefers my short hair. He has said multiple times since I got it cut “I love your hair” or “That’s the girl I fell in love with”.

Do any of you have short hair? Have you had similar experiences? I’d be curious to hear your stories.🙂


Source: Scaring a Little Girl in the Bathroom