Carrie's Corner

I just hit a milestone birthday a couple of weeks ago.  Funny--I don't feel any older, but the calendar is claiming that I am. I find myself scratching my head sometimes and wondering when I became old enough to have married children, old enough to be called "ma'am" in the grocery store, and old enough to realize that I am now the age my parents were when I was stepping out into young adulthood.  The cliche's are true.  Time flew by at warp speed, and yet I still remember holding my newborn babies as if it were just last week.  It would be easy to fall into thinking that my life is half over and therefore I should hit the panic button, create a bucket list, or try to repair the broken pieces I left behind in the past, but I choose to think a bit differently. I'm moving forward and embracing the idea that it's never too late, as long as I'm alive.  And just where did that idea come from?  The obvious answer would be from God's word.  After all, th...

You might be assuming by the title of this blog that I will be talking about 2 and 3 years old kids, but I'm not.  I'm talking about me.  Yep. You got that right.  Me.  I threw a pretty good tantrum a couple of weeks ago.  I was trying to pack up to leave for a weekend away and had gone to the laundry room to throw in a quick load of clothes I needed for the trip.  When I opened the washer, it was full of clothes.  I opened the dryer, which was also full of clothes. I then looked at the laundry basket and someone had taken MY clothes out of the dryer and thrown them in the laundry basket without me knowing it.  The clothes had not only been sitting there wadded up in the basket, but our lovely cat had decided that a basket full of clean clothes was the perfect place to nap.  While this is not the first time for this kind of incident in our home, I decided that day that it was to be the last time it would ever happen.  I started yelling...

Have you ever looked back at something and you were surprised by the amount of time that had passed since you engaged in that activity?  That happened today, when I realized I hadn't written on this blog in over a year.  And what a year it has been.  I've had a death, a wedding, my oldest child moving out, my 2nd oldest moving back in, my mother moving closer to me and her adjusting to a new life.  That is on top of my regular life which consists of homeschooling and various volunteer activities, as well as just being a parent, a wife, a friend and daughter.  I had that persistent nag cross my mind often, which said, "You need to get back to writing on your blog!"  But I would ignore it and so here we are...a year later. It reminded me of other things that I have put off.  Number one is rebooting my exercise program and getting back to my healthy eating.  Another one is cleaning out some closets that are calling my name and another that i...

Yesterday, a friend of mine posted that his mother had passed on.  I was sad for him. I had known his mother as she and his dad had both given me many rides to church during high school.  She was one of the nicest people I had known.  I remembered she worried a lot about him and being in the thralls of being a teenage boy, he often dismissed her concerns. Both of his parents are now with the Lord and while I know he rejoices at that thought, I too, know that kind of loss.   Last week another friend posted that her mother had passed on.  Again, sadness came over me, but I was glad I had known her mother, even if only for a short while. What these two friends had in common is that they were part of a larger circle of friends that I grew up with at church.  Many of the friends in this circle I have known since elementary school. Some I met in Jr. High and some high school. Some of us attended the same schools together, but most of us did not.  Yet, we w...

To the woman who desperately wanted to have children, but God said, “No”...           I cannot comfort you or ease the empty ache of your soul, but my Lord can. To the teachers who have no children of their own, but pour tirelessly into the lives of other children…           Is “thank you” ever enough to say? You touch and influence far more than you know. For the nurses working in the hospitals taking care of the sick and dying children…           What compassion, grace and mercy God has given you to gift these little ones with some peace. To the childless woman who takes on the role of aunt or guardian with fervor, love and endless delight…           Your love is immeasurable and your time is spent in ways that can never be repaid . For the social worker who sees the very worst situations in which our children live…           Your strength to continuing tryi...

It was a typical Sunday morning at church. There were some video announcements, followed by a brief welcome and then the music started. The first song was great. It was an inspiring, motivating type of song that made you want to belt out a stanza or two. Then the second song started, My Heart Is Yours. I started singing the words and was enjoying the traditional hymn thrown in the middle of the song, but suddenly the words pierced through me. “My heart is yours, my heart is yours, take it all, take it all, my life in your hands.” I stopped for a few seconds and tried to regain my composure. The song continued on. “You are my God, whatever the cost, Jesus.” The cost? Do I  really know what that means?  The song continued on.   “All to Jesus, I surrender.” Surrender?  Really? I can’t even give up butter for 40 days! Why in the world would I think I could surrender it all to Jesus? I stopped singing at that point. I couldn’t. It wasn't honest. I continu...

So many of us in this world are broken in some ways.  Some of us are very broken--as  a matter of fact, I would say we are more than just broken--we are shattered.  Life has been hard on us and we have weathered some really tough times.  Some of us are a little broken, with a chip here or there, but not much more than that.  After all, our lives have been pretty good to us.  Some of us are not shattered, but we are more than just chipped.  Life has been hard, but not unbearable.  We have experienced heartache, yet have still come out of it, more damaged, but still intact.  Cracked, chipped, broken and shattered. What is God supposed to do with all of those pieces?  Can he really put us back together again?  If he does, are we ever really the same?  I guess that depends on what you believe God can really do.  Do you really believe he can make all things new or do you think you will just end up looking like the cup in the ...