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Whitney Nicole Rodgers.
She has been a true example of God's love and faithfulness in my life these past 2(1/2) years. She came into my life when I was least expecting it. Color guard, a pastime :), brought us together. July 2006 is when our paths first crossed, and the rest is a complete God story. From football games, pictures, costume/birthday parties, parades, movies, girls nights, roomies, 20 questions, diet coke, whoppers, swimming, Disney movies, painting, etc...our friendship has blossomed into one of my most sacred treasures. God allowed me the privilege of helping point her to His cross, and for that I will always be thankful. Whit was saved our Fall semester of 2006. And let me tell you she's grown into an AMAZING Godly woman. She desires to know more and grow daily in her walk with Christ. She challenges me with her questions and desire. Whit and I joke about how we missed out on all those years (elementary-high school)...but I thank God for us missing out on those years because we probably wouldn't be friends now. You see, Whitney and I are two very different people, and yet so alike all the same. We share a heart for special people, and I believe God used Whit to help open my heart to that. I don't deserve her friendship, not even the least little bit. However, I praise God for bringing her into my life. My mama has always told me to surround myself with people who encourage me, and Whitney does just that. On my worst days, Whitney points out all the positive...and I don't mean in that annoying peppy way either. I am blessed because of her. I pray that God allows everyone to find a friendship like this. Whit, we're growing old together. Wheelchairs, walkers, rocking chairs, kids, marriage, and all. :) I love you more each and every day. God, I thank you for Whitney.
Until next time.
Love God. Love People.
I'm somewhat behind...but "better late than never, right?" Our college Sunday school class, along with a few others, got to work at the Operation Christmas Child in Atlanta, GA the last weekend in Nov. We go every year...and it was just as special this year, if not more. God has His hand all over OCC. It's such a blessing to know that I've had a small hand in helping in God's ministry. Our group worked from 3-11pm, and I'm not going to lie, we were give out, tired, hungry, etc...you name it. However, behind all of those feelings...we were full of JOY. The utmost joy was overflowing off every one's face. At one point during the night it was my duty to separate the boxes into boy from girl for packaging. I got to watch my friends and family work for Christ. Such a blessing. They were putting their whole hearts into it. Just knowing that some precious child will open this one day very soon brings a smile to my face, even now. :) I'm so thankful for this opportunity. Hope I'm able to go again next year, and the next...
Until next time.
Love God. Love People.
Is it really December, already?!
My calendar sure says so, but it's hard to believe.
My precious, adorable great-grandma, Beezie, turned 95 Dec. 1st.
She is, without a doubt, one of the most amazing, Godly women I have ever had the privilege of knowing. And might I add she's the meanest cook in the South. :) She cooks for our entire family every Sunday and Wednesday. And you haven't tasted a homemade pound cake until you've tasted hers. From her teenage years until she turned 91 she cleaned Ecru Baptist Church, all by herself. Wow, I know. I'm very much like Beezie in that we're both extreme "pack rats", and we can sing alto with the best of em'. Such a testimony she has lived in front of me 20 1/2 years. :) I thank God daily for this lady, and hope I get to spend many, many more years with her. I don't like to think of life without her; but I know that when Heaven gets her, it will be that much sweeter. Happy Birthday Beezie. I love you.
Here are some pictures of our Thanksgiving day @ Beezie's house. We ate, laughed, climbed trees, laughed some more, and we thanked God for all He has done and will do.
The McGee's minus Heather's bunch.
Daddy also killed a 10-point, and our family packed shoeboxes for Operation Christmas Child (blog on that later)
I'm beyond blessed. Thank you Father.
Until next time.
Love God. Love People.
