To tell you the truth...

My dad preached tonight at Providence PBC in Bay Springs, MS, which is a little over an hour away from Jackson. Our whole Pyles/Bruce gang went, and we dragged Lacey along with us for our personal amusement and general good cheer.

In the lunchroom, an oldah sistah with a thick, drawly Mississippi accent sidled up to my husband and introduced herself. She was all warmth and big smiles, very hospitable. But by way of introductory chit-chat, she inadvertently (I hope) said one of the funniest things I've ever heard in a church lunchroom:

(Please read this with a thick south Mississippi drawl.)

"It's so good to have you here! You know, Sistah Lynn hasn't been here since she was a child... and we are SO GLAD!"

hmmm.

Just think about it.

Just stop for a second and think. How many times in the worst case scenario could you die? Just how many? Driving a car. Riding a horse, motorcyle. What else? Isn't it amazing that so many bad things don't happen to you. That you don't get hurt as much as you might be able too. There must be something that stops the bad things. I wonder?

Renaming the blog

The blog will be renamed to HH because we have violated the name in every way possible. Anyway, I like it better this way. I hope yall don't mind. Happy Thanksgiving.

7 Hot Tamales & 2 Party Burritos

B-Day in Missery

Hey, Kole (also known as thermodude) was thinking of having his birthday party at our house the Wed. or Thur. before Boot Camp in march. What do yall think of it? Would anyone be even able to come if we had it?

A Picture of a Common, Unknown Species

I thought since everybody was gonna be posting pictures of butterflies...
This is a pic I took of 6 unknown butterflies eating a rotten Granny Smith apple. Taken by a very old digital camera.

A picture of monarchs--by me

I thought this neat. It's the epitaph of

Benjamin Franklin written by himself at age 22.

He never ended up using it though.

The body of
B. Franklin, Printer
Like the Cover of an Old Book
Its Contents torn Out
And Stript of its Lettering and Gilding
Lies Here, Food for Worms.
But the Work shall not be Lost;
For it will (as he Believ'd) Appear once More
In a New and More Elegant Edition
Revised and Corrected
By the Author.

The Stranger

I saw him walking in the lobby, obviously unfamiliar with the building. He knocked on the door, uncertain but not shy. Poking his head in, he demanded,
"Are the men working here?"
Thinking he was supposed to be helping in the church in some way, I questioned him.
"The men?"
Yeah, any men?"
"The pastors?"
"I guess, just, just any men. I have some problems I have to talk about."
I left to get Shannon, the college and career pastor. When I came back in, the man was sitting on the couch. His hair was long, stringy, and blond. His clothes were clean, the t-shirt said 'it has been...' I worked at my computer, then paused to take a bite of my lunch.
"What do you think of when you think of God?" he asked.
"What do I think of God?" He nodded his head.
"Someone who takes care of me, protects me,"
He interrupted.
"You know what I think about religion? All this," his gesture indicated the church,
nothing. Don't believe it exists."
"I don't think I could exactly say that I believe in religion, what that has come to mean, but I believe in God and his gospel."
We talked for about three minutes, as I struggled to understand his slurred words that were muffled by the nervous gestures he made with a small plastic sack full of clothes. He told me that to him, God was Hell.


This really happened, today in the church office where I work. I can't even imagine what it would be like to be convinced that God was evil, like this man believes. Please pray that God would open the eyes of his heart, and that his broken soul would be healed.

For a friend

I wrote this this morning for a friend who could use some prayers.


I don't know how to start
this poem I write
so I'll just get started with
'I hope you're alright'

I know the great pain
the sorrows and emptiness
that you feel in your heart
of sadness and lonelyness
that won't ever depart.
for I once lived as you
until I had
hardened my heart

I made my heart cold
myself callous,
my skin thick
now all my feelings
are as a brick

I would tell you to do this
(it might make you sick)
but how does the sun
not shine like a star.

So I say this to you
to give you some hope
"A friend is near
who will help you to hope"
I will have a shoulder to cry on
an ear to listen
I will be here for you
when you will be missing

A flower must grow
through storms and showers
and the next spring day
it show a beautiful flower

for it came through the storm
and lightning and thunder
to become and appear
that beautiful flower

So take heart and rest
and lift up your sorrows
to the one who will take them
and give joy for tomorrow

I sit here now,
to finish this song
and say to you, ever
if you fell like crying
or are as mad as can be
just don't forget
I will always be free
to help you through.

New site.

Hey everyone. I have a new blog. It is necrochron.blogspot.com and it is my story that I have been writing for about two weeks. There is more to come. Stuff that I haven't got on the blog too. It is a medival fantasy. And don't be expecting much if you do decide to read it.

This is what it's all about.