deborah shares

My daughter, Deborah, shares more about the work of God in her life. She says, “I really, really hope that this speaks to someone. Someone who is hurting, and who feels irreparably damaged.” I am a privileged person. So privileged. Not because I’m white, not because I’m a woman, not because of anything that can be brought down to worldly things. I am privileged because I have God in my life. Please don’t stop reading,... Read more →

deborah shares some of her story

My Deborah writing about her journey. I'm so thankful. She writes: I’m coming up on two years clean and sober, and I just wanted to take a moment to glorify God and all that He has done in my life. He held out for me, and showed me the love that I had been searching for throughout those many years of my life. As many of you know, I struggled with drugs and mental illness... Read more →

happy birthday, deborah

Happy birthday to our beautiful daughter, Deborah Elizabeth. She is 21 today. She was the sweetest child who gave us nothing but delight. Then adolescent years hit and she went off the rails so bad we didn’t know if she’d survive - and I’m speaking very literally. God be praised, He sent her little Atlas. We were so scared, afraid of how the drama would play out. God used Atlas so powerfully. She got clean... Read more →

debs on abortion

My daughter Deborah has been through a lot. Here’s a piece of her story. I’m so incredibly thankful she chose life for our little Atlas and that she didn’t heed all the advice to get an abortion. Our lives will never be the same again; we adore Atlas. Written by my daughter, Deborah: You know, after years of being an abortion advocate (regrettably) I finally sat myself down, away from the crowd I was following,... Read more →

atlas rigel

We have a precious new grandson. Buddy (Atlas Rigel) weighed 7.14. Deborah let me watch him gush into our world and then cut the cord. We’re all enchanted and Deborah is doing well. I am very in love. Read more →

mother's day, from deborah

Like my previous post about Hannah, I want to share what Deborah wrote on Facebook for Mother's Day. Not only does this record allow me to cherish it over and over, it also reminds me, yet again, to not stop praying even when all looks lost. Deborah appeared to be a borderline-lost cause for nearly 10 years. Might those prayers have been the very way God brought her back to us? What if we had... Read more →

july's 12 in '12

July's 12 in '12 This is my July 12 in '12 collage. As I wrote here, for the remainder of the year I am journaling each month in picture. This picture is loaded with signficant and meaningful stuff irrespective of how insignificant it looks. 1. St. Francis of Assisi is one of the great mentors in my life. I read something in late June that sparked a desire to re-read some of the things I've... Read more →

self harm

Gordon and Deborah, 2007, 7 years old, no training wheels Deborah fell asleep early tonight, and on the sofa too. Both of those - asleep early and falling asleep in the living room - are not usual occurrences for Deborah. She is on new medications to help her deal with several issues, poor sleep being one of them. Deborah has had a hard year. She hasn't had an easy time making friends and she's been... Read more →

deborah sings georgia

This was a moment of pride. Deborah performed at a talent show called the BAM Factor. She has such a pretty, smooth voice - an unusual and lovely voice, especially a 12 year old. Have a listen. You'll be impressed. Read more →

mothers' day blues

I sit on Stacie's porch and enjoy the quiet and beautiful North Carolina nature show. I will sorely miss this quiet-time spot when I go home in a few days. This is a foretaste of heaven. I'm so thankful for the reprieve from real life. It's Mothers' Day. I'm thankful for all the mothers who have positively influenced the way I mother. Mama! I'm thankful for the hurdles she overcame and/or at least wrestled, to... Read more →


I really suck as a mother to teenagers. I'm really, really bad at it. I don't understand how I trained them so diligently to do xyz and now that they're teenagers they don't do xyz. I've been known to pitch hissy fits, I'll admit. But more than fit throwing, I tend to be a melancholy reflector. I sit for hours wondering what I did to make it all go wrong. Why don't they do xyz?... Read more →

deborah's perfume

(Deborah in NC, 2004, 4 years old) When Winston Churchill was a little boy, his nanny, whom he loved very much, was diligent in making sure he had Bible and school lessons. His learning the Bible was important to her and of course school lessons weren't optional. Little Winston hated math. During one lesson he wailed that if she made him continue to study math he was going to "bow down and worship graven images."... Read more →

thursday thirteen

Greetings from Alberta. 1. I am home again, having had a wonderful trip to Arkansas to see the southern family. Deborah went with me, her first trip to Arkansas since she was four. Her highlight was spending lots of time with her biggest sister Stephanie. 2. I saw my precious grandchildren. I didn't just "see" them, I babysat them while Stephanie and John Mark took a little vacation to Cancun. (Sucks to be them, eh?)... Read more →

for pabob

These are the last pictures I'll share from our camping trip to Little Bow. Pabob is the fisherman in my family, so these are especially for him. Click on the pictures to get a closer look at Deborah's face. So sweet. Deborah reeling in her first fish. 2) Getting help from Uncle Tom. 3) She's not exactly comfortable touching it. {Smiles} Read more →

deborah is 11 today

Brand spankin' new from the womb, Deborah and her daddy admire each other. Gordon leaned over me and whispered, "She's so beautiful and alert. She's perfect." She was nearly perfectly content. The only exception was Sundays. For the child who was to become my social butterfly, it's strange that church provided too much stimuli in her early days. She was cranky and unsettled every Sunday till we were home from church. As soon as she... Read more →


(Grandpa and the girls) Eight years ago today my father-in-law passed away. He was 67. It was a hard time for our family, but I have some sweet memories from that time that I cherish. We told the kids that Grandpa was very ill and that he would get to go to heaven soon. Deborah was nearly three. Rachael was nearly seven, Hannah was nearly six. Each of them processed it very differently. Rachael acted... Read more →

today in pictures

Deborah, hard at play, stripping the bark off a stick. She sooo reminded me of Christopher as she worked on this. Now this stick is a fine, sharp dangerous tool to protect her in the woods. {Smiles} A lovely afternoon sky. "...till the setting of the sun, the Lord's name shall be praised." Our beautiful front lawn Maple Leaf. Read more →

three lovely girls

Three of my sweet babies. I love them, don't you know? Rachael and Deborah sometimes bond through Rachael rolling Deborah's hair. No child from my womb would be lucky enough to have naturally curly hair. {Sigh.} Aren't they lovely? Read more →

deborah's 10th birthday

Today is my little Deborah's 10th birthday. As is the family tradition, she enjoyed breakfast in bed. Yesterday was Canada Day. As we prepared to go out for fireworks, Rachael reminded me of something I use to say. When Deborah was pretty wee, she'd sit on my lap during the fireworks display and ask why there were fireworks. I'd say "because tomorrow is your birthday." Deborah and I smiled at the recollection of her thinking... Read more →

deborah's french narrative

Do you want to see a wittle Dutch girl speak French? This is Deborah doing a narrative in French. She kind of goes overboard explaining it in English. Feel free to jump to the French part. I only know one language so seeing Deborah speaking French is a thrill for me. I love her expressive-ness. Watch it long enough to see her emote. :-) Join me in the thrill, will you? Read more →

deborah's piano recital

Tonight was Deborah's recital. Rachael rolled Deborah's hair and together they came up with a unique look, as you will soon see. The second song Deborah plays is one she wrote. With some help from me, she named it Celtic Morning. Do you hear the Celtic flavour? I think it's beautiful. Deborah is 9 years old and I think she's doing very well musically. As with last time, I taped her at home before the... Read more →


I'm sure you all well remember that I'm a basket case in my own appealing way. Which reminds me of the sitcom from the '80's called Designing Women. Once Julia went to bat for a demented woman -- I don't remember the details -- but in the end Julia got in someone's face in a polite genteel sort of way by declaring, "Here in the South, we are puh-roud of our crazy people." My family... Read more →

deborah's poem

This morning I found this poem that Deborah wrote. My favorite part is at the end where it's dedicated to her family. If I had a dream If I had a dream full of riches or I had a dream with underwater fishes If I had a dream I'd make it come true, but I'd rather be hear with you. If I had a wish in a far away land I'd throw it away cause... Read more →