Lip Service Love

I am loved!

I’ve spent the past few months training for my very first 5k.  Additionally, it wasn’t just a normal 5k race.  It was a virtual 5k with pastor’s wives and women in ministry from all over the world.  We all ran yesterday and posted pictures all over social media about it.  If you are on any of the main social media “giants”,  just search #leadingandlovingit or #themovement5k to see some great pictures.


Yesterday was a busy day.  I got up early to run my 5k because we had to be at church early for a mission project.  The sun wasn’t quite up yet, but I knew that I wouldn’t feel like running after a full day of other activities.

Here’s how I know that I am loved.

Our neighborhood is made up of about 20 houses.  It’s one main street with two culdesac streets.  If you had a bird’s eye view of our neighborhood, it would look like the capital letter “F” – not big at all and I felt very comfortable about running around (and around and around) our little neighborhood before the sun was up.  At 5:30 a.m., I began my warm-up walk around our culdesac, out towards the second culdesac, and back down the main street only to find PB standing at the end of the driveway.  As I passed by, I reminded him that he needed to get everyone up and dressed and couldn’t stay outside watching me.  Again, I went around our culdesac, out towards the second culdesac, and back down the main street this time to find Cub 1 at the end of the drive way on his bike!  He rode behind me – around our culdesac, out towards the second culdesac, and back down the main street.  I convinced him that I was okay and that he needed to go in and eat breakfast, but he could come back out and take some pictures for me.  I like to think that I was moving so fast that the camera couldn’t keep up with my speed (he hee).




Even after taking pictures, Cub 1 just hung out around our culdesac until I finished.  He played with my camera.




He brought our Shih Tzu out to use the bathroom (and that’s not even one of his morning chores).  Cub 1 had to make sure his Momma Bear was okay.  I have to admit that I smiled every time I came down the main street  back towards our culdesac when I found him standing around waiting for me.  That’s how I know I’m loved.  Oh!  It was also his 14th birthday!


I am blessed to live in a house and to be a part of a family where “I love you” is not just lip service.  We say it, we mean it, and we show it.  It started with PB and me.  It’s evident that it’s overflowing to our cubs and that makes my heart happy!  I am so grateful!  Here’s one of my favorite scriptures about love:

Love never gives up.  Love cares more for others than for self.  Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.  Love doesn’t strut. Doesn’t have a swelled head, Doesn’t force itself on others, isn’t always “me first,”  Doesn’t fly off the handle, Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others, Doesn’t revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end. 1 Cor. 4-7 (MSG)

Pay attention to the “I love you’s” that you receive this week that are NOT just lip service, then thank God for the joy they bring!

Intentionally yours!

One More Goodbye

Life in the car rider’s line is always interesting.  At the elementary school, many of the students walk to school and arrive well before the doors of the school are opened.  There are car riders who are also dropped off before the doors open as well.  I have a problem with this because the children have absolutely no adult supervision.  They chase each other, race up and down the sidewalks, and try to perform breath-taking feats on the bicycle rack.  Drives. Me. Crazy.  When we get in the car rider line, I’m the parent that will just sit and wait until the doors open and the adults on duty are posted outside of the school before I let Cubs 2 and 3 get out of the truck.  I also wait until they have walked into the school before I drive off.  Cubs 2 and 3 say their goodbyes to Cub 4 and me, and then they head out toward the school.  Every day, Cub 3 turns around and gives me one last wave goodbye before she heads into the school.

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Just like I need to be assured that they are safely in the school doors before I drive away, Cub 3 looks for that assurance that I am going to stay right there in the car rider line until she has walked in.  Every single morning, although she knows I’m going to stay right there, she turns and waves goodbye again. Isn’t it just comforting to know that someone is watching out for you?  God does the same for us!  We know it already, but it just feels comforting to be reminded of it every now and then.  So, here’s a reminder for you today:

Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good. Romans 26-28 (MSG)

Be assured that God is looking out for us!  Yes!  Even YOU!

Intentionally yours!

Friendly Competition


Winter won’t let go and my brackets are a hot mess!

Every year, PB and I compete against each other by filling in our NCAA men’s basketball tournament brackets in hopes of scoring more points than the other.  This year’s winner will receive a nice massage and their chores done for a day by the loser.  I am a terrible loser, and I’m almost positive that I will possibly shed a tear and even give PB the silent treatment if I lose.  It’s that serious.  I know, I know!  I have to work on that.  So far, I’m losing and I’m not a fan of giving massages.  This puts PB in a “no win” situation.  If he wins, he’ll have to put up with me being a grump.  If he loses, he won’t get to enjoy a nice massage and no chores.  Okay, this blog post is definitely not going in the direction that I had planned! LOL!


This was supposed to be a tribute to my PB, so let me get back on track.   A few weeks ago, he endured two days of line dancing for me even though he isn’t a fan of dancing.  He did it because it was something that he knew I would enjoy.  Spending hours counting to 6 over and over again was not his idea of an evening well spent, but he did it and we had a good time!  I’m not a fan of history, but I will watch National Treasure or whatever other history related show with him if he asks.  I love that we stretch each other.  We pull each other out of our comfort zones sometimes…and it’s needed!  How boring would our marriage be if we never changed?  Never grew together?  A marriage has to be selfless.  You have to be willing to put your spouse’s needs before your own.  We are on the SAME team!  He is not the enemy…well, just on this coming Saturday and Monday.

PB is my precious gift from God and I am grateful for him!  I’ll have to remind myself of this next week if I don’t win!

Intentionally Yours!