Sunday, May 3, 2009

Day 1

OK, so I'm going to start a blog. ( I wonder how many thousands of people begin their blogs in that same way.?.) Names will be changed to protect the innocent. I won't promise allot of excitement or breaking news, but I think it will be fun, and maybe SOME PEOPLE will stop hounding me to do this kind of thing ( --- I know this isn't exactly what you were talking about, but close enough ---- and this is more my style anyway.)

If you are wondering about the name of my blog, I'll explain.

In the beginning.................. and then we were married. During the first few months of our marriage I made a shocking discovery about my beloved. He is unable to deposit socks into a laundry basket. Not only that, but he is unable to deposit socks in any room of the house except the living room. I am not claiming to be a neat freak, or even to be naturally orderly, but this was more than I could handle. Everywhere I looked there were dirty socks crunched up in little wads -- next to the couch, under the couch, in front of the TV, under the desk, aaaarrrgh! It seemed that no amount of asking, coaxing, pleading, or even demanding could change this stinky situation. On laundry days I would go through the apartment gathering up socks while gritting my teeth and grumbling about the laziness and lack of respect for others.

Then, God impressed upon me that if I couldn't do this chore happily for my husband then I should just do it happily for the Lord until He could work it out in my heart to do it happily for Boyd (remember I said names would be changed). So, I began Picking Up Socks For Jesus. (Col. 3:23 And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men; )


  1. I'm glad you are doing a blog now too! I love reading about the events in others lives,...even picking up "Boyd's" dirty socks! LOL I almost typed his real name and then that would make it pointless to you giving them secret identities!

  2. I remember the story of picking up socks for Jesus. You and Mr. Boyd had not been married long. Pastor and Robin had went somewhere, and you and Mr. Boyd came up from Oklahoma to fill in. You taught Robin's Sunday school class (which was the ladies of the Church). I remember you was a little nerves teaching the older ladies of the Church, but you did wonderful. You told the story about picking up socks for Jesus, we all laughed with you, because we all had been through that ourselves with our own Mr. Boyd's. You are a special young woman!!!

  3. I'm encouraged by your humility, friend. There is much denial of self in this story.

    However, I might also encourage you to consider Ephesians 5 where Paul tells husbands to pick up their own socks as an expression of self-sacrificing love. If Jesus would, then Boyd should. I believe I shall have a word with him in a few weeks when we are home.

    You shall have an avid reader/responder in me:)

  4. I love you dearly, even Boyd. Your Dad was a lot like him but his were always in the bedroom...and you probably remember his smelly feet.

  5. BTW - in case we forgot to tell you, Cassie's blog is

  6. Some days I wonder if you realize what a refreshing sort of wife you are... and how (no pressure) great of a guide you are for younger wives... you have been a great blessing over the past few years and I am encouraged and excited to find you writing your tidbits on here ... :o)