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Hey! I'm so glad you stopped by. I'm Lyn- wife, mother, writer, speaker, and yes- a former beauty queen. But don't let the title fool you, I'm just a country girl saved by a Grace I don't fully understand. I write about the journey with that amazing Grace here and I'd be delighted for you to join me.
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They shall spring up among the grass like willows by flowing streams. This one will say, ‘I am the LORD’s', another will call on the name of Jacob, and another will write on his hand,’The LORD’s', and name himself by the name of Israel. Thus says the LORD, the King of Israel and His Redeemer, the LORD of hosts: I am the first and the last; besides Me there is no god.
I remember the first time I saw her. I was a little thing, all curled up next to my Meme on the couch. We looked through dozens of photographs that afternoon and I spotted this one.
“She looks scary and mad,” I blurted out.
“Oh no, honey, she was a godly woman… so kind,” my aunt assured me.
How do you leave a legacy of faith?
You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.
How do you shine brightly when the work is hard? And the dishes pile up? And the children rebel? And the well is dry…and…and.
My great-grandmother lived on a farm in the deep green of north Florida in the late 1800’s. A house full of children. No modern conveniences. Life must have been hard.
Isn’t the answer to life’s hardships resting on my great-grandmother’s knees? As we apply the Word to our minds, our thoughts become His thoughts. As we apply it to our hearts, we feel God’s heart. As we apply it to our days, we walk in sync with Him. As we lean on His promises, we are strengthened. His Word kindles a flame within us that others witness. It shines down through the generations touching even those we may never know. Those who may only see us in photographs.
Someone like me.
Linking up with Sandy today….
For as long as I can remember, my family has gathered around the dinner table on Sundays, holidays, special occasions and sometimes, no occasion at all.
Great food and close fellowship. Close, not flawless. It wasn’t always a picture of familial bliss. We occasionally had political or social discussions that became, let’s say, passionate, but eventually it was resolved with another helping of mashed potatoes or pie and everything was just fine. Of course, as a child, I was oblivious to any friction. It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I caught on to any tension or disagreements. And even then, my main concern was what was on the menu and was there enough for seconds.
But even though it wasn’t always perfectly peaceful, it was good. Really good. It was something I could count on. It gave me a sense of identity and security. Seeing my grandfather at the head of the table every week with his head bowed for the blessing made an impact on my life. And I am so grateful. My fondest childhood memories are of our family sitting around my Mema’s dining table or in my Aunt Sandy’s kitchen on a Sunday afternoon perfecting a certain recipe.
I come from a long line of amazing cooks, most of whom never wrote down a single recipe. However, they would be glad to tell you exactly how to do it if you asked, using measurements like “a handful of this” or a “pinch of that”, ending with “you just need to make sure it tastes good”.
I went home to Florida last week and in keeping with tradition, we got together for dinner. We gathered at Mama’s around my Mema’s dining table and here are a few of the things we had. My mother, my Aunt Sandy and my cousins Robert and Emmie have actually written the recipes – yippee! Just click on the name of the dish and it will take you to the recipe. Hope you enjoy it!
Top photo – Emmie’s Chocolate Surprise Cupcakes.