Merry Christmas from the Whitts…
A Floridian Thanksgiving November 30, 2011
2011 has been a year of change for the Whitt family. Our move 800 miles South of WV has been a fairly easy transition, but the holidays make me miss my family back home a bit more than usual. That’s why I was so excited when my sister told me that her and her family would be able to celebrate Thanksgiving with us in Florida. We cooked everything from a turkey breast to homemade rolls to homemade pumpkin pie to deep fried Oreos. Let me tell you…I highly dislike Oreos, except the Golden Oreos they now make, but these were scrumptious. You’ve got to try them!
Hope you enjoyed Thanksgiving with the ones you love! And remember, Thanksgiving is not just a one day event. There’s something to be thankful for everyday.
Reindeer Poo December 15, 2010
Someone commented on this photo on Facebook, and said that it looked like Billy just stepped in reindeer poo. This is a pretty funny picture, but for some of you this Christmas season, you know what it feels like to step in reindeer poo. It feels like you’ve been dealt the dirty end of the deal (pun intended)…Why did I have to lose my job? Why didn’t she want to stay with me? Why did _____ have to die? Why can’t I ever seem to get my bosses approval? Why did I have to have a miscarriage? Why, why, why? So much suffering, but there’s HOPE..
Psalm 46:1-3 — God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.
Thanks-GIVING December 1, 2010
I know it’s a little late for a Thanksgiving post, but I can’t stop replaying my day over in my mind. Bill and I did something a little different for Thanksgiving this year. We volunteered at our local mission by serving Thanksgiving meals and groceries to the less fortunate in our small community of Bluefield, West Virginia.
I met so many volunteers who willing gave up a portion of their day to serve others! One volunteer in particular Glen Carlyle made a huge impression on me. I met Glen while bagging groceries, and we had the typical introductions… How are you? What’s your name? Yada, yada, yada… Where are you from? Glen, “Alabama.” Me, “What, wow!” This man drove all the way from Alabama to West Virginia just to serve his “neighbors”. That’s just amazing to me!
While most of the volunteers stayed inside on the grocery packing assembly line, I had the opportunity to help recipients carry their items to their vehicles or for some up the street to their homes. It may not be the most glamorous job, but it’s right up my alley. Forming relationships and interacting one-on-one are my middle name! My cup was full of joy all day, but it was also full of sadness. How it can be both at the same time I can’t explain, but my heart just broke knowing that this may be the only meal some families will eat all week. I wanted to do more, give more, but all I could do was carry their groceries, listen to their stories and share kind words with them.
We served an amazing 700 people! We gave them food. They gave me a bigger heart for ministry!
Ghostly Encounters October 17, 2010
This weekend our friends invited us to go on a ghost hunting tour of our city, Bluefield, WV. I get easily freaked out in the dark so add paranormal to the mix, and it makes for a long night of panic attacks and literally begging Bill to take me home. Did I mention I was the only one among our friends that was totally freaked out! They pretty much laughed at me the whole time.
Our guide was a true ghost hunter nut of 30 years. He had some device that allows “spirits” to talk to you, some motion censor thing and an EMF reader. It was really hoaky, especially when one of his ghost catching devices that catches unusual sounds broke, but our guide kept using it. What pushed me over the edge was when some lady got totally into the whole thing and literally hunkered down in a darkened bathroom to “play” with some ghost child. Abandoned buildings, crazy people and crazy darkness make me freak more than the possible ghost encounter which I think is a scam anyway!!
What’s your take on “ghosts”? Real or fake?