Jesus, Precious Jesus

I am so very thankful right now for Jesus. If nothing else changes in my life I will still be blown away by His goodness and how amazingly He has touched my life and how He gave His life so I could have this freedom, forgiveness and mercy every day.

I lay it all down at your feet…Jesus…all of the expectations, goals, pats on the back, things that did not turn out the way I thought they would, things I did or do that I think make me who I am….redefine me….in your words and from how you see me, for you are good and the things you want to do on this earth are so much bigger than me and I want to be a part of it.

Dance On The Outside!!

So the other day we put on some music and started dancing with the kids and just acting goofy. Jack has a series of dance moves that he thinks are pretty cool and we don’t have the heart to tell him anything different, and in all reality they are cute solely because he is the one doing them (-: Anyway, Ben was dancing with the boys and needed a break so he just stood there for a minute and Jack said, “Daddy, dance with us.” To which Ben replied with the ever so popular phrase, ” I am dancing on the inside.” Well, Jack wouldn’t have that for a minute,100_3353 so he grabbed Ben’s hands and said, “Dance on the outside!!!” 

The Lesson: You can know a lot about God and His goodness, but if you never share that with anyone it is just like “dancing on the inside” which is sometimes hard for us non-verbal processers without any good dance moves, but God doesn’t care about how cool we look, He just wants us to “dance on the outside” so His love and goodness can shine through us into a dark world.

Matthew 5:14-16 “You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.”

Thank You!

Just wanted to thank everyone for all of your kind words concerning Duke. Man did I miss him this morning when I went into the kitchen and did not have to take the gate down or let him out, get new water or food. I kept turning around thinking I could hear him. Crazy how our minds get so set on a routine that it takes a few days to reset. Anyway, I appreciate everyone responding and look forward to another puppy joining our family once the boys are old enough to help (-:

A Constant Companion


Have you ever had one of those dogs? You know what I mean. That dog that gets you, and as wierd as it sounds you get them too. Duke Miller Watts was that dog. He came into our home as a little boxer puppy given to us as a Christmas gift by my aunt DeDe before we had any kids of our own. Actually, I was 3 months pregnant with Jack at the time. He has been a constant companion through it all until today when we had to put him to sleep. He had developed Lymphoma and it progressed very quickly to the point where over the last week he really had no quality of life. It was very hard watching our 4 and a half year old dog deteriorate after being so full of life and energy.

I am pretty sad because over the past several years we have had some major life transitions and Duke has always been there just wagging his little tail waiting for me to sit down so he could too. When he was a puppy I took him with me everywhere. Ben was working two or three jobs and we only had one car, so Duke was my driving buddy. We went on walks every day so this prego could get some exercise. He welcomed Jack home from the hospital and laid in the hallway when I could not get out of bed from the c-section just staring at me and then ever so often would come put his nose on the bed to check on me. When Ben worked late hours he would curl up on the couch with me to wait and eat some of my popcorn too. When my dad died, he would just come lay next to me and let me cry on him like he knew I needed something furry.

He has let the boys climb all over him like a playground and been so patient with all of John’s hugs and kisses. He ate cigarette butts, pecans, whole chickens, olives, peanut butter and jelly, drank coffee and never showed signs of it coming back up. He chased the squirrels and basically anything that moved near our house. He would circle the boys to protect them anytime they were around anything dangerous. He would growl at any man other than Ben that  tried to approach me. He answered the door for me when I was home alone and scared a couple of people off and he truly was one of my best friends. You know, the kind that doesn’t talk and only listens (-:

I miss him a lot already and definitely feel like there is a part of me that is gone, but I smile when I think of all the good memories we have of such a great dog and how blessed we were to have him as a part of our family for our time in Tulsa. Love ya Dukey!