Jun 29, 2019

Scripture Writing Challenge for July 2019

I can't believe it's already July!! Really, where is 2019 going?!? It seems like each month is turning into a new one at lightning speeds.

For the month of May we are going to be writing out Psalm 119. This Psalm is the one you cringe at when it's on the scedule to read cause it's just so long. Anyhow, this month we going to slow down and write this beautiful Psalm and let some of it sink in.

May 29, 2019

June 2019 Scripture Writing Schedule

I'm really cutting it close this month; it's been a whirlwind since we've returned home!
This month is a little different. Because of Jesus, we are many things: Ambassadors, Adopted, Beloved, and so many more. For the next 30 days we're taking a look at some of those as we daily write God's Word. Regardless where we came from we can be assured that in Christ we are complete. Simply write the passage and fill in the blank for that day. FYI, there could be more than one answer in the passage.


If you decided to join us please leave a comment. Also we have schedules dating back to 2017, you can find them under the SCRIPTURE WRITING CHALLENGE link at the top of this page. Feel free to come on over to our Facebook group, KJV Scripture Writing Challenge and join us!

May 20, 2019

1,177 Days!

What 1,177 days? Why? Well...that is exactly how many days it's been since I posted on this blog! *SHAME ON ME*
I have no idea why it's been so long or why I have totally neglected my Home Away From Home after faithfully posting here for more than 10 whole years; seriously no clue!
So as a terrible mother repents and returns to her responsibilities, I'm back!

Where have I been since February 2016? Well, right here! I haven't fallen off the face of the Earth, I'm still here living life. So many things have changed since my last post.

First big thing is that our favorite child (favorite because he gave us our first grandchild but subject to change if our next child gives us 2 grandchildren!) and his sweet wife Serina gave is our first grandson Garren Morgan; he was born on June 11, 2017!





Can I just say, I'm totally in love! You guys always told me that grandchildren were way more enjoyable than your own children and you were right on!! Garebear has stolen our hearts!

Secondly, our baby girl got hitched! Hannah married Jared Dye on January 4th, 2019. 




We love our new son Jared and we love that he loves our little girl. 

Then, in May of 2017 we bought a home out in the country. While it needs work, we don't mind. I'm having a great time making it ours. I'll take photos soon and share, as of right now, we've just returned from a 6 month furlough so the house is a wreck! 

Let's see, what else is new? Umm, we celebrated our 19th year in Croatia on the 9th. God has knit our hearts with these beautiful people and their land. 

There are so many other changes in our lives but at the very moment, I can't think of any of them. 
I'm sure i'll remember everything as soon as I click PUBLISH, so i'll have to include those things int he next post.

So...I'm back!





Feb 28, 2016

20 Years ago today

20 years ago today my Daddy went home to be with Jesus. He was born Billy Ray in 1956 to a very poor family. Daddy grew up living in tents in national parks around the US. His father was a sever alcoholic and the entire family reaped his abuse.

Dad's very first pair of shoes were given to him by his teacher. After several weeks of coming to school bare foot the teacher felt moved to buy Dad a pair of shoes. Dad often told me about that teacher.

Dad grew and had many challenges and burdens in his life. He was born a juvenile diabetic and dealt with sickness his whole life.

Dad met my Mom when he was just 18 and she was 25 and already the mother of 2. I was 18 months old when Dad and Mom got together. Dad never had a proper example of how a father should act so he did his best. He made mistakes but he sincerely tried to be a good father.

Dad had developed some very bad habits and had an addiction to drugs. He used drugs as one would cigarettes but I never thought anything about it, this was normal for our family.

When Dad was 32 he developed sores on one of his feet, the end result being amputation. After 5 hard years Dad had lost both feet and was now diagnosed with a systemic bone disease brought on by the diabetes and drug use.

Dad lived a very hard and painful life and through it all he had no one to lean on or turn to. Dad didn't know Jesus and didn't know how wonderful His comfort could be.

At 17 I moved out of our troubled home and into the home of my husband's family. The laws were laid out in the beginning; what was allowed and what wasn't. For the first time in my life I realized that my family wasn't normal. Families actually ate together, went to church together and talked sweetly to one another. Life was totally different in his family.

Just after I turned 18 Johnny and I were married. A month before the wedding Dad had a stroke and was paralyzed on his right side. He was very worried about walking me down the isle, and pleaded that he didn't have to. Despite the wheel chair, Dad did walk me down the isle. It was wonderful holding Dad's hand as Mom pushed his wheel chair down the isle.

A few years later Johnny was preaching and I had begged Dad to come. He had been in church once in his life and that was for our wedding. He said a few choice words and then informed me that he wouldn't be coming to the church, not today, or ever. Imagine my surprise and elation when the back door opened just after the congregation began singing it's first hymn.
My Dad, my Dad had come. I had been praying for years for his salvation and here he was. I sat in the pew the entire time praying and begging God to save my Daddy. As Johnny concluded his sermon and began the invitation my heart yearned for Daddy, I begged God and then it happened; Dad got up on his prostheses and hobbled down the isle. I almost stood on my pew and clapped when Dad bowed his head and asked King Jesus to save him. Dad was never the same.

When I was pregnant with our second son Dad began to develop sores on his fingers. As the months passed he lost one finger after the other. Dad was now a man with no legs and the possibility of loosing his ability to use hands.

Within the next several months we spent many a night at the hospital with Dad. He wasn't every going to get better and there was nothing anyone could do. I began praying that God would take him, he was already living the worst nightmare possible. I asked Dad often if he was sure he would go to heaven if he died and his answer was always the same, " Yes Sister, I would." My worry was eased and I begged God to take him home and end this misery.

Sitting in my mother-in-law's living room the call came and I knew this was it. Dad had been taken to the hospital and was not expected to live. We rushed to the hospital and I knew Dad wouldn't be going home. I sat on the side of Dad's bed and held his hand. Near the end he lost his eye sight and eventually fell into a deep sleep. I held his hand until his heart beat for the last time. He had such a serene look on his face and I knew he was with Jesus.

My Dad wasn't the best father and he didn't instill the wisest insight but he was Daddy and I think my Heavenly Father for every moment he let me spend with my Daddy.
Today, 20 years later, I still miss him.