Time to Break the Ice


My four-year-old, Grace was the most excited. She doesn’t care about missing school – in fact, she’d prefer not to. It was the actual snow that had her jumping and screaming.

Living in the south, we don’t see too many flakes fall. Grace was almost two the last time we got a good snow day and doesn’t really remember it at all. When the forecasters predicted 1-3 inches in our suburb north of Atlanta, I figured it was safe to assure her, that indeed, it would definitely snow. So, of course, by late afternoon Tuesday in the “surprise” or “predicted” (depending on who you are asking – the meteorologist or the mayor) snow, we were all dressed with four layers, boots, mittens and scarves ready to play. Who knows when we’ll see it again?

I followed my crew and a few neighborhood kids with the camera, snapping the obligatory pictures of snowball fights and sledding. Even my husband was home; his work released him early. He even beat my fourth-grader home on the bus.


But somewhere between snapping pictures, drinking hot chocolate, changing into dry clothes, posting on Facebook and heading out again I was made aware of the many who didn’t make it home before their children’s buses and those buses who never showed up on the street corner with waiting mothers.

People all over my home city of Atlanta were stranded. One of my husband’s co-workers left work before him but headed into the storm and had to seek shelter at a Walgreen’s. He spent the night on the floor somewhere between the feminine products and Valentine’s candy.

Wednesday morning, as my children awoke to a full day of sledding and merriment, the news shared stories of those who spent all night in their cars, people needing food and medication.

At one point I stood in the backyard, camera to my face, framing up a picture of my daughter throwing snowballs at my husband, and I felt a little guilty. Not that I was wrong for enjoying my family. I don’t believe that at all. I just struggled with the dichotomy of my family enjoying the snow while others walked miles in it to be with their children or deliver food or babies. (Yes, one lady gave birth on I-285!)

No sooner than the guilt appeared, the Lord impressed on my heart – “Carol, how is this different than any other day?”

You see, every day there are hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands of people hurting all around us. Those with pains we cannot see – broken hearts, broken lives, loss and grief, disillusionment, hopelessness, bondage, loneliness… The list goes on and on.


While I’m so proud of my city for stepping up and helping out during this crazy, icy mess we’ve been in for the past couple of days, I’m also asking myself what about every other day? What happens on Saturday when the weather is predicted to be 60 degrees, and the sun returns? Will the Snowed Out Atlanta Facebook page continue to be a source of help for people after the ice thaws?

I’m looking at the sequined lady in the mirror, too, friends. How can I live my life to serve those around me everyday? I want to be an Everyday Missionary – a person who stops to help when someone drops their groceries, who sacrifices to give to those who need, who gives time to friends who need to talk and shows grace when school systems make the call to close school too late.

“Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?” Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself. Matthew 22:36-39 NIV

So as the snow thaws, I ask you fellow Atlantans and Americans, what are we going to do now? Let’s don’t wait for the next disaster to show love to our neighbors.

It’s time to break the ice. Don’t you think?


Why I’m Choosing to Pierce My Tongue


My mom and dad wouldn’t let me have my ears double pierced. It was hard enough to convince them to let me get the first holes. I was twelve before that happened.

So, I can feel your eyebrows raising – really? A tongue piercing?

Join me at the Internet Cafe today to find out more. Click HERE to read my devotion.



No Fees


Are you one of those who gets bit by the organizer bug each January? There is something about putting away the Christmas decorations and needing to fit them back into storage that makes me want to clean and purge. After getting new gifts, especially toys for the kids, we have to get rid of old stuff out of necessity. There’s just no room!!

Many people even rent storage units to house their accumulations. Are you one of those? Want to know how many BILLION feet Americans keep in storage?

Join me at the Presidential Prayer Team today to find out. Click HERE to read my devotion today.

Happy Monday!


I Can’t Find Jesus ANYwhere!

Hey friends. It’s been a while since I’ve been here and typed out words for you to read. So much has happened while we’ve been apart – me and you.

I’ve had a heartbreak. My precious aunt passed away. I can’t even type those words without a tear or ten. But I also can’t think of her without smiling. I’m sure I’ll write about her more soon, but for now know that a beautiful woman of God has moved to her home in Heaven. Please pray for my family as we grieve the loss of one so great.



Now to some happier news! I’ve been asked to write a column called Giggles and Grace for the new blog Just 18 Summers. I’m super excited about the blog. The idea is that as a parent you only have 18 summers to spend with your children. We need to make the most of the time. This website gives lots of great ideas for parents. It has devotions to share as a family, fun activities to do together, home ideas, family funnies (that’s me) and more!

So, once a month I’ll be posting at Just 18 Summers. But don’t wait for my posts to visit. Sign up at the blog to get their emails. You won’t want to miss anything.

Here is a snippet of today’s family funny:

In the south, funerals are a family affair. When my Memaw passed, we attended what is known as “receiving friends” at the funeral home – where our family accepted the condolences of all who came to pay their last repsects. We took all three children with us. My youngest, Grace, was three at the time. She was especially close to her great-grandmother.

For weeks before her death, we prepared Grace for the inevitable…

Join me HERE today to read the rest of my Giggles and Grace column. And if you are interested in reading the one from last month, click HERE.

I hope you are all having a great start to the year. I’m praying for God to bless each of you.