Monthly Archives: September 2013

What Idols are you worshiping?


Everyone has something that they love or covet a bit more than anything else.  For those of you who know me, I happen to have a strong liking for the band Bon Jovi and especially for John himself.  

The band has been together for years and through the years John has managed to be faithful to his wife and family. He married his high school sweet heart. He and the band have also done a lot to give back to their community.  Habitat for humanity and Food for the Soul are two that I think have impacted people the most.  The guys have managed to stay humble and grounded which makes me like them that much more.  John coaches his kids sports teams, Tito is a painter and the money he makes on his art goes to charity.  They are just wonderful people.  

Over the years, I have managed to collect many of the band’s paraphernalia. I have a leather jacket that is signed by the band and the money I paid  for the jacket went to Habitat for humanity.  I have autographed photos, drum sticks, guitar picks and first edition rolling stone covers.  That’s 30 years of collecting.  All of these things have been in boxes tucked away under my bed and in my closet.  Until last month that is. 

My oldest daughter left for college in August and with her went all of her bedroom stuff.  Which left me with an empty room to decorate.  So, I dug out the boxes of my goodies and decorated the room Bon Jovi style.  My husband calls it the shrine, but I look at it as a way to show off my collection.  

This morning, my devotion was all about things that we make idols in our lives.  My mind went to my collection.  Is it an idol?  I know that we are not supposed to waste our energy on worshiping these things.  But, I guess I do.  I was convicted.  Did I take the stuff down and put them away?  No. But God did use this to real me in and realign my thinking on this.

It is so easy to let things of the world come in and claim their stake on our lives.  They slowly take over and push out things of God and soon we have lost focus.  Our thinking is blurred and we find ourselves justifying why we do the things we do.  

God says, “worship me only, I am the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords, dwelling in unapproachable light.”  Today I lay aside my idols and worship my King, my Lord and my friend, Jesus.


Silent Night


I am one of those people who deal with their stress in the middle of the night. I wake up worrying about everything.  I am sure you don’t understand why would someone who is so faithful in believing that God is control, has a control issue. But that is me in a nutshell.

 It always seems that at 3:18 I wake up with worry.  My husband grumbles at me and my faithful dog, Ginger, who never leaves my side, grumbles too.  

I have had a lot of stress lately.  And it seems that when it rains it pours.  The people in Colorado and Mexico are literally living it out but here in Denise land, its been flooded.

My youngest daughter had to have oral surgery to retrieve an impacted incisor in her maxillary sinus, my mother had eye surgery because of a pending blindness, and today my middle daughter had to had an endoscopy and colonoscopy.  As if that was not enough my faithful friend Ginger, jumped off the couch damaging her ACL. Oh, lets throw in my husband coming down with a fever for spice.  

Last night I pick up Abby from dance and on our way home she shuts off the radio.  Usually it is blaring loudly with Taylor Swift, or some hip hop number.  Tonight she gets in the car and wants silence. We roll the windows down in the car and gaze at the beautiful full moon.  It was just coming up on the horizen and it was bright and brilliant.  We were in awe of God’s display of the Moon.  

On that car ride I felt a blanket of peace come over me like I have never felt.  It was heavy,heavy, heavanly peace.  That’s all I can explain it as.  To peaceful to sleep apparently.  I actually had a difficult time going to sleep.  What is wrong with me? God, the Creator of the world gave me peace and I can’t sleep. 

Tonight, I am going to have a glass of wine or two. Watch television and rest.

In my weakness He is the strongest


It seems that everywhere you look, there are people struggling.

In Colorado there is flooding, in New Jersey there is a fire, in Washington D.C. there is a shooter on the roof.  In our homes, we have no money to pay bills, someone is sick or needing surgery, needing a reliable car, suffering a loss…

In this I can rejoice.  Yes, I said it rejoice because I know that God uses these times when we are down, crying out, suffering, hurting and looking for help that God can come in and sweep us off our feet. He can be the strongest in those times.  That thought amazes me. 

We can be at the very lowest place in our lives, when we are just about to feel hopeless and He steps in.  He uses people to speak to us, songs to minister to us and He speaks loudly in a whisper, “My Grace is enough”.

Does that not just rock your world.  It should because every day He is doing it and people are coming back from darkness that most of us never knew.  

I am Grateful for a God like that.  

That’s my Granny



Everyone has one person in their life who has added that extra little something to your life.  I have been one of the fortunate people to have more than one but today I want to give a special shout out to my Grandmother who is 93.

 She over the last  few years has become known as “Foof” because my oldest daughter could not say Nana Rose Ella when she started to talk so she would say “Foof” instead.  So she has taken on the nickname for for 19 years.  It is as unique of a name as she is a woman.


My Grandma has never finished school.  In fact, she had to stop going to school in the 6th grade when her family migrated to Utah from Italy.  She had to quit school to work on her family’s farm to milk cows.  She developed arthritis at a young age from milking those cows at the age of forty.  So as long as I have known her, she has had crooked hands deformed from the debilitating disease. She never owned a real paying job but she worked harder than any woman I know.  She raised her own children and raised her children’s children.  

My parents divorced when I was very young.  My father was an addict and abusing to us so we had to live in the basement that my Grandfather built with his own two hands.  My mother had to work full time because my father never paid child support so when it came time for my brother and I to start school but were to small to ride the school bus, Foof had to learn how to drive in order to pick us up.  She helped us with our homework and when we got old enough, we would teach her what we knew and she did not.

She had a hot temper.  Any Italian does.  We are loud and passionate about everything.  She was a strong disciplinarian. We feared her wrath because she love to throw things at us when we were making her mad.  I grew up along side her two youngest boys.  My mother’s siblings were spaced far apart. She fed us every meal.  It was never fast food or store bought.  It was raised in a garden or grown on a farm.  We were frugal she said but, I believe we had very little money.  She could make any food look good.  I don’t even want to tell you some of the things that I ate in life growing up.  But I will tell you this, there was no part of any animal raised that went to waste.

She could do the best cartwheels, she loved to dance and she cursed like a sailor in Italian.  We spent countless hours outside laying in the grass of the front yard taking and telling old stories while we gleaned what was harvested from our garden.  

My grandpa was an engineer for the Rio Grande Railroad and when he was away she was fun and energetic but when he was home, she was a very different women.  She was quiet and never raised her voice to her husband.  He ruled her, like he ruled us with an iron hand.  Old school is what we called it.  She would be on the phone taking to her family and when he would drive into the drive way she would hang up mid sentence and prevend she was tending to the food in the kitchen.  

When my grandfather died from his own hand was very sad day.  But that day, she really began to live and grow.  I guess he held her from going out into the real world.  She began to go to lunch with her friends, driving everywhere, and she began a sewing class at church.  We began to take her places with us on vacation.  She was in her seventies the first time she went to Disneyland.  My husband and I were newly weds and we took her to Disneyland.  We seen life through her eyes. She was very much like a child when she encountered new places.  She is so cute.  

A year ago, she got to be a Guinea pig to a new procedure for a heart doctor in Salt Lake City.  She had a failing heart valve and she was too old to withstand a full heart surgery , so she agreed to be the very first person to receive a heart valve via balloon catheter. They would go into the heart by entering the femoral artery in her leg.  They put a catheter in her leg and followed a wire into heart to the place where the valve was failing.  They use a balloon catheter to open up a new valve pushing the old valve permanently open trapped underneath the new valve.  It planted it self into position.  It was a very successful surgery and she went down in the doctor history books forever.  She has had better health than any of her children since that surgery.  She was 92 years old.  

Since then life has taken a tole on her body.  She has shrunk down five inches and is permanently in a wheel chair because of arthritis but her old ticker is like brand new and she like the energizer bunny keeps going and going.  

Her kids took her to Salt Lake City back to the hospital this last week because she was invited to be part of a special press event that she got to be the special guest speaker at.  Many people’s live have been saved because she had pave the way for this new procedure for heart surgeons all over the world.  She was Queen for the Day.  

They took her to the zoo as a special treat after the press event.  The last time she had been was when we were small children. The photo I included in this blog was on of the many taken that day.  She had a blast and she brought a spirit to the zoo that day that left many people happy.  Much like she has done for so many of us in our lives.  A spirit that I believe makes me who I am today.  I cherish the days that she has left on this earth.

She has a heart like a child and I can see through her, why Christ says to have a heart like a child when it comes to hearing and believing his word. It take a child’s heart to have real faith and a passion for living.  I thank the Lord every day for my Nana Foof and on the day she goes to be home with God, I am certain, heaven will be rejoicing.