The Miracle of Us

There’s no simple way to explain a love, like ours, that has stood the test of decades, raised a family, weathered grief, and still finding joy in the ordinary. 

The miracle of us isn’t found in big moments or perfect days. It is found in our mornings over coffee; shared glances and holding hands; prayers over each other, our family and our ministry; deep conversations and laughter that has never been lost.

We started young, but we had old souls; we were naïve, but not ignorant. We failed many times and got right back up together.        

We were committed to each other, but especially to the Lord.  

That commitment is the glue that has held us together. 

The miracle of us.

We recently celebrated Ed's 75th birthday. I find myself thankful, not just for the years we’ve been given, but for the life we’ve lived — a life of ministry, faith, love, family and legacy.

Birthdays are invitations to pause, reflect, and give thanks. So allow me a few minutes to do just that.

For more than 50 years, Ed has served God faithfully — as a worship leader, student minister, senior pastor, shepherd, counselor, and friend.  His passion throughout those years, serving in 10 different churches, was to teach God's Word and share the Gospel in a way that those listening would find practical application that would affect change in their lives.      

He has stood beside hospital beds, baptized new believers, married young couples, counseled troubled hearts and walked with families through grief. 

He’s prayed when no one else saw, and carried burdens that were never his own.

His life has impacted more people than we’ll ever know this side of heaven.

But the greatest sermons he’s ever preached have been in how he lives: with kindness, humility, quiet strength, and an unwavering love for Jesus.

Our marriage has been more than a partnership — it’s been a ministry of its own. For all these years we have walked side by side through joy and sorrow. And through it all, we have always found God faithful.

We’ve raised five children, watched 20 grandchildren come into the world and now have sweet June, our first great-grandchild. Each one is a reminder of God’s goodness.  In a grouping of pictures of all 20 of our grandkids, a plaque hangs over the top that says...    

"All because two people fell in love."  The miracle of us!

This Psalm was given to me at the birth of our fourth child. It has been a treasure to me and it continues to remind me that each member of our family is a blessing directly from God's hands to our hearts.

Psalm 128                                                  

Blessings on all who reverence and trust the Lord—on all who obey him!  Their reward shall be prosperity and happiness.  

Your wife shall be contented in your home. And look at all those children! There they sit around the dinner table as vigorous and healthy as young olive trees. That is God’s reward to those who reverence and trust him. May the Lord continually bless you with heaven’s blessings as well as with human joys.                               

May you live to enjoy your grandchildren! And may God bless Israel!

As we reflect on a 75th birthday,  this isn’t just a celebration of age — it’s a celebration of legacy. Of a life well-lived. Of a heart fully surrendered. Of the miracle of what God can do through two people who say “yes” to Him. I see the hand of God over every chapter of our story.

The miracle of us.

As we celebrate the gift of 75 years and reflect on 50+ years of faithful ministry, we’d love to hear from you. Whether he baptized you, married you, prayed for you, preached a message that changed your life, or simply gave you a warm smile when you needed it most — your memories matter.

If Ed has touched your life in any way, I invite you to share your thoughts, stories, or birthday wishes in the comments below. Your words will be a blessing not just to Ed, but to all who have been a part of this incredible journey.

Thank you all for being a part of the miracle of us.

April 2

I can't believe it's been a year since I lost my friend.

This spiral daily devotionals that sits on my kitchen countertop has not been changed since this day last year.

It was one of those things I just couldn't make myself do.

The devotional for April 2 speaks of being weary 

and crying out to Jesus.

This quote kept me coming back to re-read this devotional...

"Jesus is the One who takes my shriveled-up self and breathes life into me.  Without Him, I am empty. Only when I lay myself down, when I give Him my worries and fears and anxieties [and grief] ... 

can I finally be full.

It has been a journey of grief, anger, and confusion, but God has been faithful. He never left my side. I always felt His love. He patiently waited for me to return to Him and allow Him to be 

my strength and my refuge. 

Psalm 92:15

"The Lord is just; He is my ROCK..."

Psalm 91 became Carroll's anchor after so much loss in her life.

"Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  This I declare about the Lord: 

He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; 

He is my God, and I trust Him."

Carroll lived out those promises. She held onto God's Word and relied on His strength through all the battles in her world.

Today she is sitting at the feet of Jesus listening to Steve sing praises to our Lord and loving on her daughter and mom.

She was my friend for 32 years.  

She taught me so much.

She prayed for me.

She cheered me on when I struggled to think straight.

She encouraged me as I taught Bible studies.

She couldn't laugh without crying.  I always loved that.

She was a mighty Prayer Warrior.

She loved to have fun and I can still see her smile and her eyes shining as she stepped into her new home with all new furnishings.

She was like a little girl at Christmas.

I'm so glad she had those moments of JOY.

Oh, how I miss her!

So many others are missing her today.

She was a good friend to many.

Forever in my heart!

 

Who Will I Become in 2025?

That truly is the question I am facing on this New Years Day.

I know what I have been.

I know what I want to be.

But am I willing to surrender this year to the Lord and allow Him to make me what He has prepared for me in 2025?

I still feel weary from 2024.  Do I have the strength of spirit to yield my weary self to Jesus?

When I take a moment to look back, I can say the past 5 years have been hard.  

But none of us are guaranteed a happy or easy year in 2025.

We are guaranteed His presence, His guidance, and His strength and I am reminded that is how I am still standing.

I'm sitting in my chair this morning sipping hot tea because I have a sore throat and an achey body and realizing that, ready or not, we are back to a new beginning. 

I usually love new beginnings - but I confess that I often struggle getting past the starting block because I am consumed with all the "wrongs" in my spirit, soul and body- too many things to work on. 

I overthink and decide that I don’t have enough time in the day and I'm too far gone. 

I offer myself no GRACE and suddenly it’s March!

It has taken too many years for me to realize that this is a place the enemy sneaks in with his attacks –telling me that I don’t have what it takes to live intentionally – paralyzing me with his lies. 

Do you find yourself believing the lies just when you think you are ready to get moving into the New Year?

For many years I have turned to the spiritual practice of asking the Lord for one WORD that would be a focal point for the year - a word I could lean into - a word that the Lord could use to grow and refine you. 

For me, it made more sense than making new years resolutions.

It is about living life with purpose.

It is about asking God for a Word that will guide us into intentional living.

When He gives the Word, He will show you how to lean into that word through the power and guidance of the Holy Spirit throughout the whole year.

If you don’t have a Word, seek the Lord.  

His WORD tells us that when we seek Him, we will find Him.  He will never hide from you – He wants to hear from you and He wants to answer you.

I start asking in the Fall, but there have been times that I finally hear His whisper in December or even January.  No matter, it is a practice of waiting and listening.

I love that the word is His chosen and custom designed word for me in 2025.

Sometimes the word is hard and, admittedly, I have argued with Him about the word. I have rebelled against the word.  But finally come to realize that His plan to use that hard word is to focus me on Him and help me to become more like Him.

After receiving my word, I usually have a leather cuff made with my word on it so I can wear it daily and see that word all day long.

These leather cuffs represent about 12 years of my life. 

There are a few missing from this pic and there are a couple that the Lord saw fit to continue into the next year.

If you look closely you will see the word WAIT.

I wore that cuff for 3 years.  The Lord had something to teach me about waiting and it took 3 years and counting. 

This year my word is JOY.

I’ve been low on JOY for a couple of years.

In 2025 I am praying that I will be intentional to live into the meaning of HIS JOY and what it should look like in my everyday life- giving and receiving Joy and teaching me through His Word.

WARNING: Don’t allow this practice to become legalistic or high pressure.

This is the practice I have found that works for me.  It doesn't have to be for you.

Just relax and ask the Lord to show you how to live your life with intentionality in 2025.  

To me that means never wasting a moment - good or bad - easy or hard- always pointing it all back to Jesus.

In future posts I will be sharing how God is using my word and I would love to hear your word or what other ways He is getting you ready for a year of Intentional Living for Him.  

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year?

Last year I bought us hats for Christmas. We had a secret wish to take a last trip to the beach.  It wasn't a practical wish, but wishes aren't really meant to be practical, are they?

This year I simply cherish the hat picture and the wish and face the first Christmas without my friend.  The last few years she and Steve and Erin were a big part of our Christmas Day.  The 3 of us are truly missing the 3 of them this year.

LIfe is hard! 

This morning I am remembering a sweet friend of our family who entered my life when I was a teenager.  She had a beautiful spirit and impacted my life in such sweet ways.  This week she went to be with Jesus. 

We have another friend who is facing the reality of heaven. She has been such a beautiful picture of faith with a deep, deep love for her Savior, but has shown that she is also just as real and human as the rest of us - she has expressed sadness and fear and her desire to live.  We pray for miracles until God reveals His plan.

In spite of all the loss and grief, this is still the most wonderful time of the year.  It is a time when we acknowledge to the world that Christ, our Savior was born.  

John 3:16 "For this is how [much] God loved the world: He gave His one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life."

Joy to the world, the Lord has come!

The whole world needs JOY!

Joy is found in Jesus!

I pray that you all will find JOY in this season that is mixed in with the grief.  But you have to pursue JOY.  You have to wear JOY. You have to receive JOY. You have to give JOY.

For me, I will find JOY in remembering the last smiles of my friend, in the face of my great-baby, in laughter as we gather with family (15 grandkids+their parents), and in the decorations. Yes, in the decorations all around you at this time of year. In our home our tree tells our story- ornaments made by our children and grandchildren, ornaments brought back from all our trips, and ornaments that point us to Jesus. Allow your decorations to remind us that we are celebrating the birthday of our Savior.

Merry Christmas!

 

Closing up Shop

 

Carroll's house has sold. 

The house is completely empty. 

When Carroll was getting sicker I use to go through the house at night, turning off lights and locking doors. 

She called it “closing up shop”. 

This was my final “closing up shop”. 

Last time in her house. 

I left my key.

Last time to turn the lock and walk in.

What a journey! 

I have learned in the past and am learning all over again that the journey of grief has so many "lasts".  Just when you claim "closure", you are hit with another "last".

I am asking the Lord to help me live in those short few seconds and think about what it really means to me.

Right now I'm in a place to receive it, let it have it's meaning over me, treasure it and then just let it be.  

Don't fight it.

Don't over think it.

Invite Jesus to walk you through it and keep on moving.

Caring for My Soul

 Sorry for being away the past couple of months.

I have been overwhelmed with the final stages of clearing my friend's home. Over the past 5 months I have literally touched all of her belongings - the things that made her who she was - reflections of her kindness and generosity; the way she loved her friends and her home. She loved to decorate for holidays.  She loved a good party. She had a saucy sense of humor.  I was reminded of that as I looked through her greeting card box.  Some of those cards were hilarious! Some of those cards already had names on them.

Today, the house is empty.  It is the reality of a life that has ended.

The FOR SALE sign will be placed in her yard today.  It's over!

And now I realize that I am finally truly grieving the loss of my friend, and the loss of our dreams and plans.  

It has been a surprising grief because I had convinced myself that I was doing pretty good job dealing with the loss.  

But now I must face it and FEEL it.  If you are grieving over any kind of loss - big or small, it is imperative that you let yourself feel it.  If something moves you to tears, then stop and have a good cry.

I recently read an article written by John Eldredge on Soul Care.  In the last few years of my ministry, I spoke often about the importance of Soul Care and learning to recognize the symptoms of a weary, dry and damaged soul and most importantly, how to nurture our souls.  John, specifically referring to grief, spoke of how often we neglect our souls in the season of grief - we live with an unattended soul.

Look at me.  I know these things.  I've taught these things and practiced soul care.  But not now.  I'm starting over.

John Eldredge said-

Allow your soul to feel. Don’t tell it what to feel; it knows what to do. Just give it permission.

This week I have cried over text messages, and cried hard when we saw the Reagan movie, and when I watched the news.  Yes, some of those things were sad.  But my soul was saying, "let yourself feel it all".

My challenge to you is to take the time to become aware and present to your soul and the losses that have pushed aside for another day. 

Let's do this together!  Find those places, grieve them, give words to them and then invite Jesus to come in and bring healing over your soul.

Finding Myself One Moment at a Time

I have taught, counseled, prayed over and encouraged more people than I can count in the past 50 years. 

For many I encouraged them to begin by understanding their identity in Christ. 

I remember when I first encountered the teaching on God's view of me through the lens of HIS eyes. 

It was 35 years ago and it was life changing. 

I had struggled for most of my life with self-image and lack of confidence. 

This teaching set me free from the lies of the enemy! 

It was the enemy who, for most of my life, had been whispering to my soul that I was "less than" because of bad things that had happened to me at a young age. 

I was a helpless victim, but Satan found a way to make me believe, even at the age of 7 years old, that I was guilty and should by shamed. 

Through the years I made agreements with these lies and eventually there were enough agreements that a stronghold took hold. 

It affected my understanding of God, saturated my emotions with shame and was fleshed out in my body image.

So, let's return to 2024. 

In my quiet times this past week I realized that in all my searching I had chosen to ignore my identity in Christ.

Mostly because, honestly, I wanted to be mad at God and His plan for my friend and the loss of all our plans and dreams for retirement. 

This feeling was foreign to me. I had never felt angry with God before. I have felt sadness and I have had questions, but never anger. 

In the past few weeks I have felt the loss of more than my best friend, I re-lived the death of her husband and daughter. 

I felt the loss of her mom who literally died in my arms. 

And then I go back to the loss of my parents. 

I was grieving for all of them! 

But I was refusing the comfort of the Holy Spirit. 

I was living in the loss and the pain, and in all of this I was denying my identity. 

Last week I sensed the Holy Spirit urging me to find myself, the me that He sees!

In those moments I went back to some of my teaching on the subject. 

It was a sweet moment as I begin to feel my return to resting in the truth that I am a Daughter of the KING. 

I pray you might find these moments in your grief or struggles or your questioning or even in a bit of apathy. 

I am so thankful for a patient and understanding God who encourages us to grieve and who stands beside us in dark times – even when we don’t invite Him in. He is waiting right there. 

Zephaniah 3:17 is an important scripture in my life.  

        The Lord your God is with [me]. 

        He is mighty to save [me]. 

        He takes great delight in [me]. 

        He quiets [me] with His love. 

        He rejoices over [me] with singing. 

I keep this passage on a note card to see it every day. 

If you are struggling, use meditate on these verses for the next week. 

Better yet – let’s commit to memorize it together.

I pray that all of my words will be from the Lord and not from me.

He has confirmed for me, through your comments, that this is where I am supposed to be right now.

Please know that I have been praying for those of you who commented on my first post.  

Feel free to private message me or email me at cindyseay50@yahoo.com and let me know specific ways I can pray for you. Prayer is my passion and calling.

I have landed in a season of reflection. 

But it feels more like blurred confusion and unsteadiness.

It's kind of a lonely place to be - alone with all the feelings - the grief, the sense of being unsure about almost everything. 

I suppose that's what I feel when I look back over the past 4 years and realize the loss that we have experienced - it was one thing after another, with very little time to process each loss before the next one came along.

I am not alone.  

I have an amazing husband.  We are a team.  We walk through all things together, holding on to each other and the comfort and strength of our Lord,

I have the gift of some deep, sweet friendships.  

I have family that has encouraged me and watched over me with great care.

Yet, at the end of the day, I am left alone in my thoughts.

I am not sharing this with you to cause you concern or confusion.

I pray that you will find Jesus in my writing and that you will walk with me while I attempt to untangle all that life throws at us.

I feel an urging in my spirit to share my story.

I don't even know what that will look like.

Perhaps it is simply for my own healing.  

I am passionate about story.  

It is how we learn from each other and how the Holy Spirit connects us.

It is how the light of Jesus is reflected through us to a dark world.

I hope you will join me on this winding path.

I pray that you will not see me but that you will watch for Jesus in my story - that you will allow the Holy Spirit to speak and to draw you into a place where you can fully trust and deeply love the Lord.

More to come...

We Return as Different People

Today I'm recovering from our trip to Honduras and reflecting on the amazing things we saw while in this beautiful country.

The people in Honduras are kind and loving. We see joy in the faces of children in each Compassion Project, though they live in abject poverty. The things that bring them delight are small and trivial as compared to the material society in which we live and the things our children desire. We are moved by their love for the Lord and the growing seeds of ambition that are planted in the hearts of these Compassion children- a belief that God has a plan for their lives and that they can make a difference in their country. We are touched by the tireless efforts of Compassion Project workers who care for and love these children with all they have.

It was a humbling moment when Pastora Candi at HO-283 announced that they were naming a new classroom in honor of my husband, Pastor Ed Seay. They had a ribbon-cutting ceremony and Ed and his sponsored child, Fernando, went in together to see an amazing new computer classroom. What an honor and blessing!



For the second time, I was blessed to be with my sponsored child, Alejandra Michelle, at HO-285. What a precious young 13 yr. old girl who desires to love God more and has a goal to go to college and become a teacher. She lives in a very small home with no running water. She walks a long way to get to school and to the project. She cares for her 2 little sisters and loves her mom and grandparents. It is such an amazing blessing to get to know these children and their families and better know how to pray for them and how to really love them.

Jessica's sweet little girl, Eimie, is very shy and struggles to smile. It was awesome for us to go with Jess to Eimie's home and meet her mother and her little brother. A smile emerged from her sweet face as she opened a princess backpack full of fun things for her. Even sweeter was the time of circling together, holding hands as Jess prayed for Eimie and her family. We are thankful for the ability to visit our children and help them know how much we love them.



I had the honor of meeting a friend's sponsored child in HO-286. Isaac is 13 yrs. old and sat down with me (and a translator) so I could give him some gifts sent by his sponsor. I told Isaac that his sponsor loved him very much and that she prays for him and she is very proud of him. As I shared this message through a translator, he covered his face and began to cry. I believe that God gave the words that HE knew Isaac needed on that day. It becomes apparent that these children are moved by the knowledge that someone who lives far away and has never met them, still loves them and prays for them. It was a touching moment that I will never forget.



One of my favorite experiences was the "blessing of the children". The Pastor at Project 284 asked that we line up on each side of the aisle of their church. He asked that we touch and bless the children as each of them passed through that tunnel of blessing. All of them, about 200, passed through smiling and reaching for us as we touched their heads and pronounced blessings over them. What a powerful time as we prayed for protection of their hearts and minds in a culture of evil and danger. We prayed that each of them would come to know Jesus as their Savior and that they would each realize the plan that God has for them - plans to give them a HOPE and a FUTURE.
In those moments you want to stay and hug and play and tell them over and over how much you love them and pray for them.



On the last full day of our visit, we met our sponsored children at an Inflatable Park for FUN DAY. What amazing smiles we got to see as they enjoyed climbing and sliding and jumping. They were carefree in those moments. They were not wondering if they would have enough food on that day or whether they would be safe or have clothes or water. They were playing and enjoying life in those moments. We are so thankful to Compassion for allowing us these opportunities to provide these kids with FUN. We spent hours with their families and had great conversations about life and Jesus.



If you are interested in sponsoring a child, go to www.compassion.com. If you would like to sponsor a child in the projects that we hope to visit each year you may call the 1-800 number on Compassion's website and ask about children in need of a sponsor in projects HO-283, HO-284, HO-285, HO-286.

Compassion: Releasing Children from Poverty in Jesus' Name

Lord, help us to stay in this place of humility and gratefulness - this place where our hearts are affected by the sweet faces of children and the gracious welcoming hearts of families and project workers.

This is the Year!

This is the year.
In approximately 95 days, I will be 60 years old. I could choose to fret over this very sudden aging event, but instead I have chosen to embrace it. Ann Voskamp declares in her New Year's blog a "No-Fear New Year".
As Ann writes, I want to fall forward into 2014. I will not be afraid of what lies ahead. God is going before me. He is planning a new thing.

My Scripture for 2014
Isaiah 43:18-19 (The Message)
Forget what has happened; Don't keep going over old history.
Be alert, Be present.
I'm about to do something brand-NEW.
It's bursting out! Don't you see it?
There it is! I'm carving out a new road in the desert.

I'm ready!!!

I want to experience every day of it- knowing Christ more every day - loving my husband better - enjoying my family fully- embracing the seasons that are upon me.

Honduras: Day 3

I didn't really expect today to be as powerful as yesterday, but I was wrong.
We arrived at Compassion Project No. 283 today and received a warm greeting. The children sang for us and we had an opportunity to hear from a Project Coordinator. A Project Coordinator is responsible for 15 Projects. Each project has an average of 200 children. I can't fathom the magnitude of her job, but she is passionate about reaching children for Jesus.
We served the children a meal and then we were able to bless this church by painting two of their classrooms. We had a ministry moment to pray for the pastor and be a support in some really difficult times. We also learned that there are 19 children in Project 283 that do not have sponsors.
Another woman asked us to pray for her. Her 15 year old son has left home, become involved in drugs and running from people who want to kill him. She has many other needs in her family. She believes in the power of prayer.
At the end of the day we visited another family in their home. This family has 7 children and lives in extreme poverty. When we asked how we could pray for them the wife asked that we pray that her husband would come to know the Lord. It was a moving time together.
Over and over we are reminded that only the hope of Jesus can change the lives of these children and families.
Compassion provides opportunities for children to learn about the hope of Christ and then they take this Hope back home to their families. Only Jesus can satisfy their soul!
Please pray for sponsors for the children in Honduras.

Honduras: Day 1 and 2

Let me begin by saying that I am already a day behind... sorry!
We are here this week with an awesome group of people who are anxious to touch the lives of children and churches through ministry.
Day 1:
After landing and getting checked into our hotel, we went to lunch where we met our Leadership Development Student, Milcian.
Milcian is a 19 year old college student. She is in Compassion's Leadership Development Program. Our church now supports Milcian as she strives to complete her education and then have an impact on the people of her country. She knows and serves the Lord in her local church and was a Compassion child for many years. We all fell in love with her.
We were able to take her shopping for school clothes after lunch. She was so excited when we told her, especially because her suitcase, full of clothes, had been stolen recently.
Day 2:
We started early this morning. We went to Compassion Project #283. What a blessing! We were warmly greeted by the pastor and his wife and the Project Director. There was a sweet spirit in that place. When we arrived we were surprised to find that the child we sponsor (Fernando) was waiting at the entrance for us. We first met Fernando and his mom, Lesley, 2 years ago when we made our first trip to Honduras. He was so excited and it was a long time before he would leave Ed's lap. Angel Padilla and Mildred Ashworth also met their sponsored child. We also met the sponsored children of Steve and Kim Greenwell and Fred and Karen Miller. It was an incredibly special time for all of us. We helped serve lunch to the children, washed dishes, helped shampoo the hair of many children, played soccer and built some shelves for one of the classrooms.
After eating lunch we were able to go into the homes of some of the children. We visited Fernando's home and got to see his mom, Lesley, again. What a sweet reunion we had. Lesley and I bonded almost immediately the first time we met. She is so precious. She loves the Lord and loves her children. We cried together over the recent loss of her dad and I shared with her about my own dad's battle with cancer. We all gathered in their very small, one room home, and prayed for Lesley and for each of her children. My heart was overwhelmed with the poverty but vividly reminded of the reality the Christ brings hope to the darkest places.
There are no words to describe the blessings we received today - the many children we loved on - the prayers prayed on behalf of the work being done by the pastor and church - and the love of many project workers who give of their time to teach the love of Jesus to over 200 children in this one project.
I will post more pictures tomorrow. My camera and I were separated for a day but should be reunited tomorrow.
Please pray for our time here. Pray that God would use us to share His love and joy and that pastors and churches would be encouraged by our visit.

They shall walk and not be faint

Four years ago on this day, the Lord supernaturally touched me and healed me from severe pain and complications following my knee replacement. Today I stand to give Him praise and all the glory. For you see, my healing was never about me. I did not deserve to be healed. I could not do enough to earn healing. I was not anymore special in God's eyes than anyone else in need of healing. My healing was simply a means to share with others the wonder and marvelous deeds of our Almighty God - our Jehovah Rapha.
So this morning as I was walking, I was reminded again of what God can do in a life - of the power of HIS touch. I was thankful for the ability to walk and not grow faint. I will be faithful to tell others of my great and mighty God.

20 Years!

We thought we felt it, when God called us to First Baptist Church, Magnolia 20 years ago. It was the feeling of roots settling deep. Here we are 20 years later and we are so incredibly thankful that God has allowed us the gift of FBCM for all these years.
In 20 years, personally, we have seen our children graduate from high school, go to college, get married and have babies (lots of them). We have seen Jess totally grow up and now she is a junior in college. In our church, we have celebrated births and watched those little ones grow up. We have mourned the deaths of many friends and watched God bring healing to broken hearts.
We have seen children come to know Jesus and grow up to love God and serve Him. We have watched our church campus renovate and expand and then watched as the buildings were filled with people from all over our area. God is so good!!!!
I have loved watching my husband lead and pastor and pray over this church. He loves this church with all of his heart.
I am thankful for friends that have loved us unconditionally and for a church that has allowed us to live out our lives before them as openly and honestly as we knew how. Not all churches will allow that. FBCM is a special place.
Thank you for loving my husband and my children and embracing us fully. We are honored to be called your Pastor and family.
We can't wait to see what God has in store for the years beyond. We want to fight the good fight and run the race well.

Planned Parenthood Director Now Stands for Life!

Happy Birthday to my 21 year old daughter!!!!

Jessica came into our lives as a wonderful surprise - an unexpected blessing from God. We have never stopped thanking God for her and for revealing Himself through this amazing plan.
Jess you complete our family - we can't imagine life without you. I have loved watching you grow into a woman who loves God and is not afraid to be what God designed you to be.
I am so proud of you and proud to be your mom!
I love you more!!!
mom

Happy Father's Day!!!

Happy Father's Day to the most amazing father ever - my husband, Ed. After loving and serving God, his family has always been his priority. He has shown an unselfish love toward our children that pointed them to Christ. He is incredibly generous and nothing brings him greater joy than to be with his family. Thanks, Babe. You have been a great role model and will leave a legacy of faith through your children and grandchildren.

Happy Father's Day to my sons - Chris, Brian, Robbie and Rusty. What a blessing to have sons (I claim Rusty as a son) that love the Lord, their God, with all their heart, soul, mind and strength. This love for the Lord reveals itself in the way they love and parent their children. We love you guys and can't begin to put into words how proud we are of you all.

This is fun!!!!

Last week we spent 4 days with our whole family at Galveston Pointe West. There is nothing like it - 11 adults and 17 grandkids- hanging out at the beach and the pool - laughing and talking and loving being together.
I love this picture - Nana and Pop-Pop with the pride of joy of our lives - our 17 grandkids!
I will post more pics later. This picture was taken at Rain Forest Cafe which is the big finale of our vacation when Pop-Pop treats us all to great food, fun "volcanoes" and then the Adventure River ride.
We are blessed!

Happy Birthday to Brian and Jenn!

This is Brian - Child #2 born May 30, 1973. Brian was a sweet, easy baby who, at 7 weeks old, was diagnosed with Spinal Meningitis. The first night in Texas Children's Hospital an intern came into the room and quickly said "Your baby has spinal meningitis. He will either die, be mentally retarded or be deaf." He then left the room. From that moment on, prayer warriors all over the country began to pray for him and God absolutely healed him. As you can see he is absolutely perfect.
Brian faced another challenge when he was 3 years old and was attacked by a large dog. It was a horrifying experience and he has lived through this in an amazing way. He went on to set quite a record for the number of accidents and stitches that a child can have. I always told him that God had an amazing plan for him because his life had been a series of character building experiences and look who he is today.
Brian is an awesome husband and father. He works for Compassion International and serves as an advocate for children growing up in third world countries. I am incredibly proud of the man he has become. I love you, B!


This is Jenn - Child #3 born May 30, 1975. Jenn was our first girl and a really good baby. We were all excited to have a baby girl and I'm sure she was spoiled. Her brothers were and still are fairly protective of her. In elementary school Jenn had some real struggles and still speaks of her "school phobia" as if it were yesterday. We were all traumatized. Some really good teachers helped her to overcome and she eventually loved school.
In high school, Jenn was diagnosed with seizures and a Pituitary tumor. It was a time when we were on our faces 24/7 asking for God to heal her. Jenn is a fighter - one of the strongest people I know. She underwent brain surgery a couple of months after high school graduation and then 6 weeks later moved into the dorm at Baylor University. God has done amazing things in her life. Now she is an amazing wife and mother to 4 children and loves God with all of her heart. I am so proud of her and the godly woman she has become. I love you, Jenn!

We Remember Earl Martin Seay

We must never forget those who gave their lives so that we might live in freedom and experience a kind of liberty that many will never know.
Our family remembers our very own hero today. My husbands father, Earl Martin Seay, gave his life in the service of our country on July 24, 1950 when my husband was only 6 weeks old. He never knew his father but he knows that he served our country in World War 2 and then in the initial fighting of the Korean Conflict.
We remember him today and are thankful for his sacrifice and the sacrifice of so many others who believed in America and what it stands for.