As Christians, we are called to be different. We are called to act different than the worldly actors. We should act justly and true. We are called to be set apart from the strangling thorny thickets. We are called to bear fruits of the Spirit. We are a tree of a different color. Our colors should represent the light of God.   (Act: Noun- The process of doing.) Recently, I saw a post on Facebook stating, “She’s not acting like a Christian.” Well, my friends, the world should set us at a higher standard. The world should know we are acting and forgoing a Christian lifestyle. I know we all sin and fall short. If you fall seven times, get back up seven times and fight the false flesh! Show the world we are a different fruit tree among the sinful spectrum.  But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. - Galatians 5:22-23 Grow red apples of love. Sprout ye

  Guys, I am over the rainbow, like Rainbow Brite! Yes, I’m 33 years old and I used to watch Rainbow Brite. We have signed a contract on our first house! We are having a house built from the ground up. We officially made the decision on February 24th. We will get to pick brick color, cabinets, countertops, etc. God is good all the time! I know the followers who are reading this blogpost are saying, “All the time God is good.” My soul is filled with blessed rainbows, bumbling butterflies, and God’s joy.  Don’t overthink and you’ll stay afloat on the “choice oceans” with steadiness. Give all your worries, decisions, and expectations to God. He promises us, we will not be cornered. He promises us, we will not sink.  Overthinking can lead to dangerous corners.  You’ll be stuck in crooks and crannies filled with doubt and lack of confidence. The corners will close in on you, causing claustrophobia of the mind. Tight and restricted thinking then causes poor decisions. Open your mind t

   My husband and I have been on a quest through “Thibodaux Forest” to search for a humble house. We’ve laughed, been disappointed, and somewhat pleased. But the Baudoin abode is still hidden amidst wondering wood. “Will we find the right hobbit house?”, “Will we get a good price?”, “Will we be happy with our choice?”... First Tip - Stay away From Pressuring Pine Needles Needless to say, pine needles can prick you. So can pushy pressure. Find an agent who you can trust. Find one who is laid back, but not too laid back in their rocking chair. Our agent has made it clear to us if you find a house, you should jump on the “offer bandwagon”. But she hasn’t hounded us to the point of pushing us into prickly pressure pine needles. Buying a house is a big commitment. Find an agent who is your friend. Find one who won’t harp on you at every moment, “You better move fast.” Second Tip - Have Fun Through the Forest  Yesterday, my husband and I saw an older home. The outside facad

    The day of “will you be mine?” is quickly approaching. Can you guess what day? Ah! Yes, my mi amore, Valentine’s Day. Get ready for the last-minute hustle and bustle of card choosing and chocolate tree picking. Husbands will be swooping in and out of retail stores like Superman on a mission. All the “Lois Lanes” will be patiently waiting at their desks to receive flowers of affection. Red roses will be making their dewy debuts. So, ready or not, cupid is about to take center stage once again. Valentine’s Day has always been special in my memory book. My husband is my Superman and he treats me like his Lois Lane. He adorns the adoration day with flowers and chocolates. Before I got married, I searched for a romantic man. Why? Because my dad had that quality. He always remembered to not only shower love on my mom, but also his daughters. On Valentine’s day, he’d burst through the door with stuffed teddy bears and bouquets. He treated my mom like a queen and treated my sis

   Today, I wrote in my planner and I thought, ”What a beautiful day.”     I took in that moment while the sun shone upon my antique carnival glass chicken. I gazed upon my peaceful apartment while Jack Johnson sang mellow tunes. While this moment moved over my soul, children could be heard laughing and playing outside. ”Tag! You're it!” I felt like them, carefree and free to run with harmony in my heart. My spirit became mellow sunny yellow. I felt at ease and content.   I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength. - Philippians 4:11-13 The sun makes me content. Just seeing the ray of beauty on my coffee table makes me feel tickled yellow. I know that whenev

  Yesterday, I tackled the task of grocery shopping. After one year of marriage, I decided to wear tennis shoes to pivot, turn, and walk down the yard lines of the supermarket. I could somewhat hear a faint “thank you” coming from my feet. Why do I still jump from aisle to aisle? Why not use    “grocery pick up” or “grocery delivery? Well, I    like to scour the shelves for the freshest fruit and ripest vegetables. I like to ponder dinners I want to make for me and my husband. I want to envision the food art that will become from the ingredients.  Ah, the chore of grocery shopping can be tiring. I always tell the cashier, “You need a second person to help load and unload the basket.” It’s a workout routine of lift, bend, put up, and put in! “A Tisket a Tasket”...push the basket. Grab, hold, brr! the frozen food aisle is cold. I strolled up and down the aisles as my basket wheels squeakily sang. Then, I saw the finish line...the checkout. At last! I completed the conquest. Ev