Saturday, August 28, 2010

More Pics

Today's the day.

He loves her,

He loves her not,

He loves her,

So they are tying the knot!

Resting In Jesus,

Rehearsal In Pictures

Bride-to-be and her son

Flower girl having so much fun!

The blending of a family.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Wedding Reheral and Bachlorette Dinner

Come tomorrow at 2 p.m., my sister will no longer be a widow, she will be Mrs. Ronnie Baker! Rehearsal and set up the wedding venue went well. God blessed us with a sunny breezy day that was not too hot, it was just perfect!

All the kiddos made it home safely, thank you Jesus. They have so much love for each other. It is so awesome to see how well these two families have blended together as one.

Tomorrow will start a new season in all their lives. I wish you all the happiness in the world sweet sister.

Resting in Jesus,


Thursday, August 26, 2010

We're Going To The Chapel...

And she's gonna get married!!

Two more sleeps and my sister will become Mrs. Ronnie Baker! Twenty-three years ago my oldest, J~Boy, was ringer bearer in her and Jeff's wedding. On Saturday, his little girl will be one of the flower girls. At 16 months old, we're not real sure how she'll do. One thing we do know for sure is she'll be cute as a bug.

This evening Little Miss and I will make the 100 mile drive to sister's house so she can get acquainted with the other little flower girl and not be so overwhelmed at the 2 p.m. rehearsal tomorrow. Tomorrow evening all the girls will be staying at a hotel. We'll go to dinner and then hang out at the hotel enjoying our evening of just the girlies.

Come Saturday at 2 p.m., my sister will be starting a new season in her life.

Sister, I wish you lots of love, understanding, patience, contentment, happiness, and friendship in your marriage. Most importantly, always keep your eyes on Jesus first!

Resting in Jesus,


Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Modesty... Or Not

Modesty. What comes to mind when you hear that word? My friends Adeye and Anthony wrote a couple of posts on this exact subject. It was very interesting getting not only a man's perspective on it, but a man after God's own heart. You can read the posts at and here

I am a trained certified bodyworker/massage therapist. I have been for 10 years now. "Massage" for some people translate to "dirty sleazy, yucky, massage parlor slimey" not the up and up therapuetic healing beneficial gift that it is.

I originally trained to be a massage therapist as a way of earning extra money to help pay adoption expenses. What started out as a means to an end, has turned into a love and passion for bodywork, for helping people feel better, get healthy, regain movement in their joints and muscles. I pray silently over the bodies I am working on. I don't always know what is going on with my clients in their personal lives, but God does. I ask that He bless them, that He give them His peace that surpasses all understanding, that He place a hedge of protection around them and their family, and most importantly if they don't know Him, that He cause people to cross their path that do know and love Him to plant the seed.

Last year I went back to school to further my knowledge with advanced training in massage - I recently graduated from the Neuro-Structural Bodywork program and the Asian Studies -shiatsu, thai, Chi Quong program. This semester I am the assistant for the NSB Program. It is like taking the class again and not having to pay for it, and I to get more hands on experience. Plus since I am the assistant, the instructor demonstrates the techniques on me - Whoo hoo free massages for me!! Bonus!!

I am passionate about bodywork. So much so that I cannot bring myself to charge the going rate for massage. The school I am affiliated with wants its advanced students to sign a contract stating they will not charge anything less than $85 a hour. I just cannot bring myself to sign the contract. If I did charge that much it certainly would help in paying adoptions fees. But God has blessed me with this gift - the ability to minister to people thru massage. I in turn want to bless others with this gift. My rate is less than half what they want me to charge, and if you are family or a close friend, it is even less. I want my clients to be able to afford 2 or 3 massages a month without breaking the family budget. It isn't about the money, it is about using the gift God has blessed me with to bless others.

I have a sweet girlfriend battling cancer right now. Battling hard and kicking cancer's butt!! WHOO HOO YOU GO M!! I've been massaging her for a few months now every other week. She is so sweet, each time I show up she reminds me I don't have to be doing this and I can stop coming any time I want. And each time she says that I smile and say I don't want to stop coming. Other than prayer, this is the only way I can help her battle this ugly disease. Giving her an hour of relaxtion every other week is nothing compared to what she is going thru-chemo and radiation.

At class last night I was a bit shocked at what transpired. Last night was shoulder night. The majority of the class is made up for young females and we do have 2 young males - young meaning early to mid 20s. Most of the female students had sports bras or tank tops on that exposed their shoulders. The other female students that were wearing tshirts were very discreet in keeping their bodies covered up, while their shoulders were exposed. This work was being done with the client sitting on the table, therefore they could not be draped with sheets like you would do in a swedish massage. One female student was not so modest or discreet. She just whipped off her tshirt and was sitting there in her bra for all to see.


Really girlfriend, are you kidding me? HELLO have you ever heard of the M word-MODESTY? There are three men in this class.

My goodness, what is this young girl thinking? What would her parents think if they walked in and saw her sitting there in all her glory? It is great to be comfortable in your own skin and all, but seriously, we all didn't need to see that. Especially the young men in the class.

I'm amazed at how these young women do come dressed to school. In very low cut tank tops, some with no bras, with their goods exposed and hanging out for all to see. Not to mention when they are leaning over a massage table working on their clients. And people wonder why bodywork doesn't sit will with some folks, why it isn't respected by some. Goodness people, put some darn clothes on!

The NSB instructor is awesome. It seems every class he reiterates your clients DON'T WANT YOUR GOODS IN THEIR FACE. [Only he is not so nice about and he doesn't sugar coat it] Cover yourself up. A crew neck tshirt is appropriate clothing to wear to massage, not something that exposes all your cleavage. When there are events coming up where he needs therapists to volunteer, he pointedly tells them they cannot dress like that if they are going to be working with him at these events. They need to cover themselves and dress modestly. He speaks to them from a man's point of view - men are visual creatures, cover yourself up. Yet it doesn't seem to sink in, they don't seem to hear, they don't listen to his wisdom of a business he's been in for 25+ years.

Modesty, where the heck did you go?

Resting in Jesus,


Monday, August 23, 2010

A Time To Mourn And A Time To Dance

It is time to dance

You know that saying, you can't pick your family but you can pick your friends? Well, my red headed sister and I picked each other when we just were 16 . We met while playing on a softball team that traveled to Australia representing the USA. It has been almost 30 years now and somewhere along the way, we became family.

We walked side by side from 16 year old girls to the women we are today. That walk has been filled with many fun memories, like ording 20 tacos in the Tac* Bell drive through. That walk has also been filled with much sadness, heart break, and tears. A cheating husband, not just once but twice. A family destroyed because of it.

A diagnosis of terminal cancer with only 8 months to live. A 17-month fight for life before her husband went to dance with Jesus. I helded her hand while she learned how to be a widow and a single mother to three beautiful kiddos.

A time to mourn.

We shed many tears together over the years, and we shared many, many wonderful times together. We took our kids on a cruise to Mexico and one winter we took them to the mountains snow boarding. We did the best we could as two single mamas that loved our kids and we have many happy memories of our times together. We always knew each of us was only a phone call away. We could go months without finding the time to pick up the phone and call and catchup, but when we did, it was like those months in between calls were merely only days. This school year, both of our youngest are in their senior year of high school.

She's been a widow for over six years now. I've watched her mourn, go into a deep depression, become only a shell of the woman she was before her husband died. I've also watched her fight back and reclaim her joy and love of life. I've watched her grow in her walk with Jesus. I've watched her mature in her faith. I've watched her let go of her anger for the unfairness of her husband dying way to young-of her kids having to grow up without their daddy. I've watched her embrace Jesus once again, focusing her eyes on Him, wanting to follow His will for her life...

In five more sleeps, on August 28 she will become Mrs. Ronnie Baker and I will finally have a brother~in~love.

My sister is back and I love her so much.

It is time to dance.

Resting In Jesus,