I cried…… big shock 

I have been walking through life with a few of my friends.

Life that is hard. Life that seems unfair.

The friends I speak of follow Jesus. They trust Jesus with thier lives.

I am in the worship band this morning. I play the keyboard as well as sing backups.

The songs this morning hit me like a rock. 

Not during rehearsal when it doesnt matter. It really wouldn’t be a big deal if I can’t sing or play during rehearsal. 

My tears wait until we are leading 300 others in Worship. Tears blind my eyes making it unable to see notes on the page before me. A lump in my throat making it difficult to sing words. 

Our set list this morning includes 

Alive Again

You make Brave 

Waiting Here for You

During rehearsal, the words don’t jump off the page. 

As I sing the words this morning all I can do is think of my friends. My friends who are walking through the fire of life while trusting Jesus. 

Times in their life where they trust a God to make them brave. 

This blog is just full of my thoughts. 

If you are not a follower of Christ I won’t apologize for my thoughts and words but as I watch my friends travel the dusty dirty road of life and know without a shadow of a doubt that they know Jesus, it allows my tears to be tears of joy.

A few of the words:

You make me brave You make me brave

You call me out beyond the shore into the waves

You make me brave You make me brave

No fear can hinder now the love that made a way

Lyrics speak to my heart

Some people it’s words they read

Some people it’s listening to a person speak.

I am forever grateful for the gift of music. The gifts given to me to play and sing. For the talents of others. 

I won’t apologize for my tears. I will be grateful to words who speaks to me through song.

Have a great day!

Think about your tears. 

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This story is not really about my car 

I drive a 2001 Acura. 

It’s not pretty anymore.

It has a hole in the bumper from where I ran into a pick up trucks trailer hitch this past summer.

There is dried paint on the leather seats and the carpets are not spotless.

I still like my car. 

It’s paid for and since I now work at home, I stay home more than I go. My car works for me. 

However my car failed me yesterday. 

I drove 2 hours south yesterday afternoon to stay for a few days taking care of a friend who is having surgery.

I was within 1 mile of the exit and my car decided to not continue. I was in the center lane and I was able to maneuver to the safety of the side of the road. 

Back up 5 minutes……

Steve called. 

He was traveling on I75 just like me except heading north. 

We were chatting about our day.

I said “I’m passing the Outlet mall.” 

He said “so am I!”

We chatted some more. 

3 minutes and my car was not right. 

Me: “My car is acting weird. I need to get off the interstate.”

Him “I’m going to the next exit and turn around. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Now listen.

Stress is your car dying in I75 during rush hour traffic. 

Stress is not knowing what the outcome will be. However, it’s a car and cars will either be fixed or they will not. 

Stress is handling situations alone. I could have handled the situation alone. However I didn’t have to. 

He makes me feel safe. He cares for me and looks out for me. He is my protector. He allowed my husband to be 5 minutes from me during a stressful situation when we live 2 hours away from home. 

He is God 


I don’t really believe in coincidence. I believe that Steve was traveling with me on the Interstate at the exact same time because he was supposed to be. 

I’m grateful for a God who knows me better than I know myself. He knows my next steps and I’m ok with that. I have to tell myself often that “He’s got this” and I’m sure that won’t change. 

What today will you allow Him to have?

He’s got this.

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From Carports to Garages 

Potential was the only good word for the carport when we purchased the old house two years ago. 

It had a rusty, bent up roof 

The walls were mismatched, made from leftover materials. There were weeds and brush growing through every crack and crevice. Most of the studs holding up the walls were rotted off at the bottoms. 

But seeing through the ugly and distraught and visualizing what the can be, is what we do best.

Three open bays, a garage without a door and a shed on the end is what we started with.


The House was the main priority for the first year of restoration. We still have a lot a lot to go, but 2017 has seen the carport come to the top of the list. 

The roof was first.

The roof alone was a huge transformation 

The old walls were torn down.

There were old real estate signs and windows behind the walls.

New walls were built but oh my goodness those windows hold my heart.

The end was closed in and so that our junk (treasures) were hidden.

The door openings were all framed in so that doors could be installed 

Each and every opening (5) has a pretty door and an automatic opener. 

Here’s the first door going in. It was an exciting day! 


They each have pretty black hardware that mimics a carriage door.

New lights that match the house finished the look. 


The next step is concrete. 

Coming soon! 

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No more whining 

I whined a little the other day about being uncomfortable in a social situation.

Yes I was uncomfortable and Yes I wrote that blog so that I would have something to do while being uncomfortable.

However that’s not me. 

This is me! 

Silly with spit flying while hanging with my people.

Steve sent this picture to me while we served at the Hope Hospital Shelter following Hurricane Irma. It included a note that said “no new projects…..”

He knows me.

He knows that I am talking about a projects that was finished or one that’s about to happen. These two girls friends 💜

We laughed……a lot. 


A selfie at Lowes with my guy. Smiling and looking like a hot mess. 


The moral of the story is:

Just be the best you that you can be. 

Have a great Saturday! 

Charma 

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As I sit in a room alone – with many 

I love to tag along with Steve when he goes on business trips.

The hotel rooms.

The pools or the ocean at my disposal. It’s like a mini vacation for me. 

For those that know me, know that I am not shy. I am the opposite of shy. However when I am thrust into a room with hundreds of people that do not know, I am still not shy, but when everyone else is speaking a different language it’s quite unnerving. I don’t know what to say. I feel…..just weird and way out of my comfort zone. 

Steve has work to do and people to see. I say “I’ll be fine, you go do what you need to do. I’ll just sit here and try to disappear or I’ll go outside.” I listen to those sitting around me at the table speaking of equipment and fire service.  Pumps and other strange things. 

I have visited the food table numerous times. I’m not even hungry for goodness sake. 

Steve wants to introduce me to his collegues. Shake hands. Small talk. They are super nice but I still don’t speak their language. 

I talk old house

I talk paint colors and furniture styles

I talk Grandbabies

Where is karaoke when I need it. 

Reprieve…… 

“You can go back to the room if you want.” 

“Yes please.”

This hotel is huge.

I have forgotten our room number and I’m for sure going to get lost trying to find my way back to our room. 

I’ll just wait outside.

It’s a beautiful evening in South Florida and  I’m becoming friends with the mermaid.


I still like to go with my guy whenever I can.

I guess I just need to learn a new language. 

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White chairs and a little boy

Long before we moved to the old house I was gifted a set of parson chairs. They were in excellent condition but the upholstery was not exactly what I had in mind. 

I purchased yards and yards of white  fabric, hundreds of nail heads and Mom recovered them for me. 

After thousands of staples were removed, many hours of pulling here and arranging fabric here, White parson chairs were completed. 

They waited months and months to be placed perfectly around the old farmhouse table I found in a thrift store. 

My vision complete. 

We actually use the dining table almost every day. Unlike our previous home where most dinners were eaten around the TV balancing your plate on your lap. 

I still love the white parson chairs . I still love the look they provide in the old farmhouse dining room. 

Fast forward move in day July 2016 to now September 2017. 

I am thinking of what’s about to happen.

This little man, is almost 5 months old. 


He will soon be sitting up by himself.


Which means he will soon be joining us at the table for meals. 

Whoa 

White chairs and a little kid? 

Um…….. no thank you 

A month or so ago, I searched Craigslist for a set of chairs for a table I am restoring and getting ready to put up for sale .

I found the perfect chairs! 


There were 8 and I only need 4.

However my white dining chairs have been on my mind lately. 

4 white chairs were painted white for the restoration table and 4 black chairs were painted for ………..


Love the new look. 

Have a blessed day,

Charma 

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So I missed national dog day 

This is JR.

He is a 12 year old Yellow Labrador Retriver. He has been part of our family since he was 6 weeks old.

His official name is Moses Burning Bush Jr. But we just call him J.R. 

JR has always had many physical ailments. Whether it be food and skin allergies or a bad hip, it’s always been something. 

When JR was 6 months old and the cutest little dog you ever did see, the vet told us that he had servere hip dysplasia and he would need to have some sort of treatment. 

JR went to a doggy specialist and it was decided he would need to have a hip replacement. Tests were run and X-rays were taken. It was determined that his leg was not large enough for a new stainless steel hip and that option was taken off the table. That bill would have been a big pill to swallow.

Plan B was to remove JR’s hip socket and fill it in with muscle and tissue. He would have more quality of life and less pain as he grew. 

The surgery was completed when he was 10 months old. 

He was and is loved by all. 

A boy and his dog 


After coming home from surgery, JR had never been a super active dog because of his abnormality.  He dealt with pain and did not run and jump like normal 10 month old puppies. However after surgery he acted differently. He became fearful of many things but mainly hardwood floors. Carpet was good. Concrete, wood, tile or any other smooth surface floor made him weird.

Yes.

Weird.

As he walked very hesitantly on smooth  surface floors, approximate 8 feet prior to reaching a carpeted floor, he would turn around and walk backwards the rest of the way until his back feet would touch the carpet. He would then spin around and feel very confident in himself.

He would be fearful of items in his path. 

Now, 11 years later he still walks backwards. Here is a sample just taken this morning.


He is also fearful of stairs and today, as he tried to ascend 2 small stairs to our porch, this is what I encountered. 

Yes I know.

So sad

Poor dog. The new normal requires help from his people to make it up the stairs.

Each and every morning, faithful JR gets the newspaper for my dad. 

He jumps as you say “get the paper” excited to please his master. 

However 10 minutes later we are still waiting for JR to make it up the stairs. 

However he is ever faithful and very compliant. He is a wonderful listener and does whatever you ask of him. Even take a bath.

Happy Dog Day, Week, Month and Year to the best dog ever. 

We love you Jr,

Your people 

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