WORD TO THE WISE: The Lone Ranger, Epaphroditus, and Benjamin Franklin



A day late and a dollar short but at least it’s getting done!  Hope you have all had a beautiful week!  I’ve had a pretty good one myself.  Struggled ALL week with my sore throat and pitiful little voice…but I’m finally on the mend.  (Now that my shows are over.)  But that’s not why we’re here.  Let’s get into this week’s: Word to the Wise.

The Lone Ranger

I spent a couple of days with my little nephew this week.  #1 — he’s not my nephew.  But I’ll never have a nephew…so I call him my nephew.  #2 –he’s going into the 4th grade so…how’s that for “little”.  Anyway, I watched him Tuesday and his birthday was the week before so he really wanted to watch the movie he got for his birthday.  “The Lego Movie”.  If you haven’t seen it…I definitely recommend it.  Maybe it’s a little cheesy, but the lessons in it are good for all ages.  And it’s still pretty cute.  But I digress.  When I got home that night I really wanted to play with some Legos.  Unfortunately, when that same nephew got into Legos a few years ago…we gave him ALL of ours!  So I was sitting at the kitchen table with mom and dad bemoaning my lack of Legos (and their expensive nature at Wal-Mart), when my mom suddenly gasps, and walks away from the table.  As soon as she gasped…I knew what she thought of.  She was gone for a few minutes and then came back with a little plastic bag.  You see, one time, at Wal-Mart, she noticed some little Lego bags.  Inside each bag was a Lego character and some small thing for you to build.  The character in her small bag…was…The Lone Ranger.  So I built a little train-track pump cart and played with the Lone Ranger with pure joy in my heart.  After a few minutes though (as a Lone Ranger fan) I knew that it was going to be weird to have the Lone Ranger and no horse.  I need a horse.  Where will I ever find a white horse?  My family thinks they’re clever.  🙂  One year, for my birthday, I asked my aunt and uncle for a horse.  And that year, for my birthday, I got a large envelope with a Lego horse in it.  A white.  Lego.  Horse.  Isn’t that just like God?  We know He takes care of the big stuff…but isn’t it just like Him to remind us He loves us enough for our mom to have Legos and our uncle to have sent us a white horse two years earlier.  We didn’t know we’d need it then.  But God did.  I saw God this week…in Legos.


I’ve struggled with something a little bit this week.  I’ve just joined a new church and I’m getting involved with them.  So I’ve joined their women’s Bible study group.  We are currently going through the book of Colossians.  Last Monday was the first meeting I’ve been to.  We all talked about the book of Colossians and who wrote it and why and stuff.  I remember everyone in the group talking about how the pastor of the church at Colossae was a man named Epaphras.  And I remember talking about how Epaphras was the same man as Epaphroditus.  Then, this week I did my studying.  EVERYWHERE I read made sure to mention that Epaphras was in prison with Paul while Epaphroditus was delivering a letter to another church.  Learning this fact brought up an important question for me: when do we knit-pick?  As Christians, when should we correct someone on something they’re getting out of the Bible?  Obviously major theological issues need to be addressed.  But on the grand scheme of things…is it even important that Epaphras was not Epaphroditus…but some people think he was?  I will happily accept your comments…cause I’m still working on this one.

Benjamin Franklin

So this Sunday (past) I had TWO shows to play.  I played at Roaring River Baptist Church at 11:00 a.m. and at Piney Grove Baptist Church at 5:00 p.m.  I’ve always wished that I could do music for a living…but I’ve only recently given the Spirit enough room in my life to let me know that is also what He wants me to do.  But since I’m human…that makes me nervous.  I’ve been without a job (and therefore money) since February.  Making a living doing music and speaking and what have you is nerve wrecking!!!  But several of my devotionals have been encouraging me to just trust my powerful God.  So I decided to just do that.  Sunday, one of the churches took up a love offering.  When they announced that they were going to, I remember thinking to myself: “Hey…maybe I can stop and get something to eat on the way home!”  The pastor handed me an envelope and whispered the sum in my ear.  That’s not important.  I was nervous enough about writing this and someone thinking I’m all about money.  I’m not.  But the fear that I’ve been dealing with on trusting God to let my talents be my livelihood were crippling me.  When I got in the car and opened the envelope in awe of my great God, something took my breath away.  Benjamin Franklin.  I’m just a regular girl (both in looks and means), I had a rough voice Sunday because of hurting my throat the week before, I’m a little crazy and very loud.  But God had led someone to reach in their wallet, pull out a Benjamin Franklin…and drop it in the offering plate for that regular girl.  The money means nothing to me.  The fact that God is letting me know from the foundation that He will support me and provide for my every need…means everything.

I’m working on a new CD this week and pay attention for new music videos and information!  Love you all!

God Bless.


WORD TO THE WISE: Church Fires, Teenagers, and Larynxes


Well it sure has been a while. But all that matters is that we’re back and it should be better now. So let’s get back at it with the always exciting “Word to the Wise”. And as always, it’s weird.

Church Fires

I love giving names to these Word to the Wise posts.  This one is especially fun because some people say: “Church fires?”  And everyone that goes to church with me says: “CHURCH FIRES?!?!?!?!?”  And then Jesus and I just sit back and laugh and say: “Ha.  Church fires.”  Basically…this is what I mean.  Friday was my new friend’s birthday.  My “new” friend is a church friend.  Her name is Frank.  Actually her name is Savannah…but everybody calls her Frank.  And I think it’s fun.  So anyway, Frank’s birthday was Friday and I didn’t get to see her.  So this morning, as I was packing up all my stuff for church, I packed my Zippo, a yellow star candle, and a cupcake.  Then, as the church members were voting for Deacons…I lit the candle, and gave Frank a cupcake.  The object lesson here is very simple: simple gifts.  Sometimes the little things…are the biggest things.


Now some of you may cringe when I say that word.  And some of you may have a right to.  But for me, this entire summer has been filled to overflowing with some of the most outstanding teenagers in the universe.  It started when I went on a mission trip with my church and got to know several of their youth girls (including Frank).  But it’s especially on my mind right now because I just finished a girls’ retreat.  It was focused on girls from ages 12 to 16 but any-woman was welcome!  It was such an amazing time!  Friday night, I performed all original music and led a short little devotion for the ladies.  Then Saturday, we all came back and worshipped together.  Now, I’ll get into the specifics in a minute, but I messed up the first song…and consequently every other song was messed up from there.  And I worried.  We had a nice little group of girls…but we weren’t five hundred!  But God reminded me that I’m just a little basket of fish and bread.  He gets to decide who it benefits.  When that small(ish) group of girls opened their mouths to praise the Lord…you would’ve thought there were a thousand full grown women in their!  We had some teenagers in love with Jesus at Salem Fork Baptist Church this weekend!  It just reminded me (again) how truly amazing teenagers can be!


Now, you’re not supposed to tell anyone when you mess up singing.  Because hopefully they didn’t notice.  But this is an explanation of how blown away I was by the Spirit and the power of teenage girl voices.  The first song we sang Saturday morning was “Hosanna (Praise is Rising)”.  For those of you who are musical…I performed the song in the key of G.  I later realized I was supposed to sing it, in my range…in the key of D.  For those of you who are not musical, I sang this song THREE keys higher than I was supposed to.  Long story short…I really hurt myself.  My throat is STILL incredibly sore from straining so hard to hit those notes!  But like I said in the teenagers section…I’m just a basket of fish.  Those girls stepped right up and praised Jesus right over and around this goober!  I really wanted to stop singing and just play and listen to those girls!  It was such a blessing.

Pay attention this week for new videos and I’ll see you back here next Sunday for another “Word to the Wise”.