Well, I just dropped off our last rent check.  The last check signed and dated “the next adventure awaits”. The last check signifying another daisy stem added to the marriage bouquet. As the years dew drop by, each chime vines and intertwines around a marriage. New nuances and friendly nostalgic moments add ponder peonies, romantic roses, and baby’s breath to the marriage bouquet. We are adding a “new home” hydrangea to the Baudoin vase.  The years truly sway like wildflowers free amongst a peaceful pasture.  But, those moments are picked and placed upon a grainy table, engraining love that lasts and clasps generations.  Our marriage has blossomed with beautiful blooms every year, every moon. Place a vase on your timeline table and fill it with memory magnolia stems.  Watch your bouquet sow and grow. 

Adoration is defined as the act of paying honor, reverent homage, and fervent and devoted love. A couple days ago, as I was about to venture off into berry bushes of busyness, I noticed a sweet gesture caressing my dashboard...my husband filled my car with gas.  That simple act that is done by drivers on a daily basis adorned my heart with adoration.  Adoration comes in many subtle nuances that grace the marriage house. Gestures that lighten the burden of a spouse honors your husband or wife with servant-hood. Servant-hood pays homage to the person’s mind and their well-being. A spouse should eliminate stress and place a picture of peace on the wall.  Adoration frames your true love with reverence and a light shines upon the picture with devotion.  Line walls with tribute to your spouse, accentuating attributes.  Adoration will fill the hallways of the marriage house with dedication. Your spouse’s needs are important knick-knacks that ho...

Behind this door there has been love forever more. Behind this “B” there has been a mahogany chest of memories. Behind this “B” that represents our last name, the letters have been soldered together, bonding a cherished chain. Behind this apartment door, a love has been written into a Baudoin folklore. This apartment is our first home as a married couple. We have built our new marriage here for 2 years. Now, we will be moving into a new house August 25th - our official moving date. Last night, I looked around our joy filled home and got tears in my eyes. “We will be starting a new chapter,” I thought.  When memories that have been made into joyful bricks and have covered you with a roof of adoration, it’s somewhat bittersweet to shut the door behind.  But, I am over the rainbow to start a new journey with my soulmate. God has set before us our new path. His paths are lined with lovely lilacs aromatic with goodness. I know the memories that have been ...

I can’t help but notice all the strife, unrest, and chaos in the world. Frigid Winter waters have frozen souls with hatred and emptiness. Hearts are lacking heated blankets of fulfillment.  Discord is choking the world with the cord of discontent.  I want more I’m not happy  I’m depressed I’m anxious  I need answers  I want more  Hearts are bathtubs full of icy water. Hearts are bathtubs that bear holes. Without God, fulfillment comes from worldly finds and psychology. Gushing waters of hollow hopes fills the heart, then quickly siphons through the hidden hole at the bottom. Splashes of enticing enlightenment fills the heart, then swiftly leaks through the masked hole in the corner. Waves of wavering wonder fills the heart, then rapidly drains through the veiled hole at the rim.  God fills the heart to the brim and beyond, with truth and sound love.  God heals the depression holes with joy God fixes anxiety holes wi...

That statement has rung like a consistent church bell throughout the suburbs. As I’m getting older, those words have never been truer than tawny carpet settled upon a Baptist church floor.  Since I’ve been married, the dawns and dusks have noted “sweet by and by” lines. The days have seemed to lovingly linger and passionately pass at the same time.  So those wise words do hold genuine guidance...don’t take life, time, love, and relationships for granted. Don’t lightly glaze moments with mundane interaction. Interact like a worshipper of God, holding hands to the sky. He will spark vigor in a “so-so” soul. Then a “for granted” spirit will subside.  Let go of perishables that become granted mind debts such as:  Malignant malice  Gnat-like grudges Accusing and acute anger  Bitten bitterness  Take in moments like a sermon seeping into your heart and habituate:  Love that is lucid and lively Reveling and strong relationship...

While taking my run/ walk tonight at the park I noticed the caution tape that still hung eerily on the playscape.  Then, I noticed the sunset setting so gracefully over the once clamoring teeter-totter. The grace from the orange creamsicle sun shone on the harsh “halt!” tape. It softened the mean-spirited words and glistened the boundaries with hope. “The sun will shine on children’s’ faces once again as they laugh and run free,” I thought.  As I rounded the path multiple times, I kept my eyes on the silver-lining sunset.  Hope summons our heart with Jesus’ strength. That strength, then manifests into endurance as you run tainted trial races.  The races we face today loom over slippery slides and unbalanced stairs to the top of pinnacle peace.  Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out f...

I love blogging about God’s presence in my life. I want to share what He does for me and what He could do for others... Yesterday, my husband and I visited our “soon-to-be-house” once again. We are clinging to the heart of this home more and more as we walk along its trusses and concrete love.  As we made our way through the 2 by 4 lined rooms we came across the guest bath. We peeked at our bathtub and spotted a conniving concern...a hole in the fiberglass.  So, we conspired a plan to email our grievance to the builder. We left our future home and enjoyed the rest of our evening. The delicate dusk included an intimate table at a quaint restaurant called Spahr’s in Downtown Thibodaux.  I told my husband amidst the Cajun cuisine, “I’ve learned to leave every little to big thing to God. I’m learning to pray over everything in life.”  I emailed the builder about the hole in the bathtub this morning. As the email was sending, I asked God to touch my words...