This past weekend my sweet man and I were “camped in” and tuned into golf’s U.S. Open Championship. We love golf. Played a good bit in another season of life. And we love to watch the major tournaments together. It was a great tournament, very competitive, with breathtaking views. Our favorite players were right up there at the top of the leaderboard thrashing it out. But the story. The story was the backstory. Not the great golf being played. The story was Jason Day’s tumble to the ground on the eighteenth fairway during his second round. At least what appeared to be a tumble, possibly a misstep in a hole. Turns out he was blindsided by a sudden onslaught of vertigo that knocked him flat on his back. He had been experiencing vertigo, and had in fact withdrawn from an earlier tournament. Slowly with help, and medical personal close by, he made his way up the fairway and finished his round of golf. Jason went on to play through the weekend. Struggled and fought and battled his way through. The stress on his face, his un-steady gait, the constant shaking of his head was painful to watch. It was said several times he wanted to quit. His story. The backstory was so close to my own I watched him with breath held. I no longer cared as much about...Read More
Author: Tammy L. Mashburn
“Prayer is not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of helplessness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but earnestness of soul.” Hannah More Ahhh…the morning after, sometimes how sweet they can be. I remember the morning after my first prom. Feet that did not touch the ground. Stars in my eyes as I replayed every moment. The dance to Led Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven. The morning after my first child was born. Frozen world beyond the windows with cold and ice, the warmth inside as I held that bundle of life wrapped in blue. The morning after high school graduation. I had hipped that chubby wiggly baby boy, collected a diploma with honors, when the entire school had said I wouldn’t be able to. The sweet relief of knowing somehow I had made it through. The dark days in the pit, when the mornings were not so pretty. The struggle to put one foot in front of the other as God slowly and tenderly pulled me out. Showed me Grace. Miles and memories of so many more. Today one more. The morning after Wednesday night prayer meeting at View Church (mountainviewbc.com). After several sermons on prayer by our Pastor, it was a special time. A call to prayer. Getting into His Presence through prayer. A commitment to pray. Not the driving down the road, “fast food”...Read More
“Go out and stand before me on the mountain,” the Lord told him. And Elijah stood there, the Lord passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain…but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper.” 1Kings 19: 11-13 NLT It is the season of storms here in the south. Spring storms will quickly fade and through the heating of the day the summer storms will take there place. We had two sets of sweet little feet hanging out at Nanna’s house just the other day when such a storm blew in. Thunder cracked loud. Lightening flashed against the sky. Seemed as if it touched the ground. Torrents of rain slamming against the windows. Hail pelting. The wind was big and loud. Chairs blew across the deck. Those little faces and hands were glued to the door watching as the storm raged. I just cleaned those prints off today. Smiled a little to myself. Thought of the questions they asked. “Will it blow us away Nanna?” “How long will it last?” “Are we going to be okay?” Wasn’t so long ago I was afraid myself. A grown...Read More
With quotes like, “Happiness is a by-product of holiness” and “Make every day a masterpiece”, you cannot go wrong with this book. It is seasoned throughout with wisdom, humor, and adventure. A book I have highlighted, folded over pages, and slipped post-it notes throughout. The relationship between Mark and “Foth” a potent example of mentoring. Not just mentoring the one behind you, but the one before you as well. Their relationship portraying a powerful picture of building community with Jesus as the common denominator. Their sense of adventure in living out their lives to the fullest in their relationship with God, motivating. A Trip around the Sun has inspired me to make the most of my days and to seek a more adventurous relationship with God. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and will place it on the shelf as one of my favorite reads to be pulled out many more times in the future. Gifts of Grace Tammy Mashburn...Read More
“We never know the worth of water till the well is dry.” Thomas Fuller She sat on one side of the sanctuary. I sat on the other. I glance her way every Sunday. Look to see she is in her spot. We had done a Bible study together. Shared a sofa during that time. I can’t say I know her well. I do know some of what she holds on her plate. I have shown her some of mine. Like most of us, it is hard and heavy. I have listened to her prayer requests. Carried them home with me. Prayed over them. Occasionally stuck my head in her Sunday School class just to share a word or two with her. She didn’t have a clue my well was almost dry. That I had shouted to the heavens the whys and where are you God. Cried in my weariness of the fragile place I found myself in. She knows of my love of books and words. How much I read. My struggle in my lack of independence. The whole not driving thing. She walked right up to me a few Sundays ago. Handed me this book. Said, “I thought of you. Thought you might enjoy this. It made me think of you and the story you had shared.” Missed Opportunity. With all of her knowledge and wisdom, I am humbled...Read More
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