Mama Always ~ L.A. Brown, Author

I've been thinking about something for quite a while, and to be honest, it's had me stumped. See, being a Christian woman, wife, mom, grandma, every day is a struggle. Let me correct that a bit, for a woman, wife, mother, grandmother, everyday is a struggle...never mind throwing Christian in the mix. I mean, seriously. How many of us, men or women, boys or girls, find themselves wondering if they should compromise their ideals, their morals, or even their better judgment? The little stuff doesn't seem to matter, putting a grocery basket close to a car that parked waaayyyy too close to your driver's side door, ignoring traffic lights or speed limits, texting while driving, watching a t.v. show you probably shouldn't, reading a book that's way out of your comfort zone, or that you've been told you shouldn't. Mouthing off when you should have kept your pie-hole shut. Viewing a web-site that is forbidden for whatever reason. The list is endless. For most...

...or as normal people say, "Happy Wednesday." Seriously, how many people do you know actually say to have a happy Wednesday? Ha, ha! So, I get to get a little excited here. On March 30, 2019, from 2-4, there will be a book signing hosted by a friend of mine! I will have a limited number of The Trial of Andrew Osher available for sale, and there will be refreshments as well. Here is the link if you are in the Houston area and would like to attend. We are working to see if we can do a short live feed during the question and answer portion of the event. Keep checking the link for any updates on that. https://www.facebook.com/events/393756721422512/ My friend, Martha and I took over two hours and went through my testimony as well as the details surrounding the creation of this book, which was over ten years in the making. We discussed the nightmares as well as the message I've tried to convey within its pages. I'd say, all in all, that it was quite productive, and...

Okay...I'm going to bust some buttons here. I've got news about not one, not two, but three new books that have hit the shelves...and two of them aren't mine. LOL! I've been blessed in the past 10+ years to have gotten to know and love these ladies I'm about to brag on. One I've known since my banking days, the other, I met by happenstance at Church. Both of them are women of God, dedicated to bringing awareness of issues that face all of us, not just women, in the Christian Church, and writing about the goodness of our Almighty Father. The first lady, Chelsia McCoy, has a couple of books out, and they are good, they really are. But, the compilation she just released, "When the Soul Cries," https://www.amazon.com/WHEN-SOUL-CRIES-TRAUMA-TRIUMPH/dp/057842214X/ref=sr_1_1?crid=24STNPIFE1OCO&keywords=when+the+soul+cries&qid=1551807986&s=gateway&sprefix=When+the+Soul+Cries%2Caps%2C197&sr=8-1 is amazing.  As I said, the stories in the...

Sometimes life sucks, let's face it. If you're blessed, you get to a certain age where your parents are close to that horizon that takes them from this life to the next. I say blessed, because some of us have to face life without our parents at a time when it wasn't expected, because of illness, or accident or other reasons. When you hit my age, in my case, my parents are 20-ish years older than I am. A few years back I would have said that's a lot of years between me and them, now I look at it as, "Geez! You have an old lady as a daughter! You good with that?" Gotta laugh at that one. On that vein, being an "old lady" as Mouse has called me at least once in the last month, and dealing with what is referred to as "aging parents" is hard. On the one hand, I'm beyond blessed that I still have both parents with me, on the other hand, seeing one of them ill and declining is hard. To be honest, I never thought I would see my Dad struggle w...

It was a beautiful morning, it really was. The sky, a brilliant blue, I had one dog, Izzy, snuggled up against my back, snoring. Another dog on the floor, blissfully sleeping, and a puppy, who really isn't a puppy anymore, pawing at my blankets, snuffling at my neck, encouraging me to get up because he had to pee. Typical morning. As is my routine, I began my morning thanking God for His protection through the night, His new mercies, and the Lord's Prayer...then I continued with my intercession for the day. Because I do not say 'amen' at the end of the Lord's Prayer, for me, it means that my prayers are ongoing throughout the day. I came to find out last week, that I am not the only one to do that...a man who is a wonderful music minister does so as well. As I continued my morning routine, let the dogs out, fed the cats and fish, and made my coffee, I continued in intercession, praying for a dear friend who is fighting to get well. She was in a horrific car accid...

...And as much as I'd like to say, "good riddance," I just can't bring myself to do so. Why? Because, despite the many things that were troublesome, had gone wrong, that were heart-wrenching, there were so many good things that happened. First, my oldest turned 35. Mouse, in all of her glory, had a special dinner at the restaurant of her choice (Red Robin...mmkay), and a birthday cake with a pink  tardis on the top! What a hoot that was, and our server made that night even more special! It was a wonderful time had by our family. Our springtime brought a new sewer pipe system to our home. Goodbye tree roots through the pipe, and hello free-moving waste. LOL! Okay, that's a little weird to celebrate a new sewer pipe, but I'll tell you, it was indeed a cause for celebration! LOL! March brought birthdays 6 & 7 for my Granddaughters, and a wonderful birthday party for them. They had so much fun, complete with a bounce house and water fights. May brought...

I'm here to tell you, that 2018 brought some pretty tough stuff. To me, if I hadn't had the assurance that Jesus was right by my side, I think I would have had some pretty horrendous emotional issues. Pretty much, I think of myself as a fairly strong person, emotionally and physically. In my hey-day, I could pack a 757 airplane pit so tight you couldn't see any space, and the carton of eggs in the middle would still have every egg whole. That example, and yes, it was something that I once did, just serves to say that physically I was pretty strong. My deduction skills, as far as doing something like that, were really good. No, I'm not tooting my own horn, I really am going somewhere with this. I used to be able to walk for hours, hike, ride a bike, roller skate. I used to be able to sit down and read more than one paragraph in a book. Now? Not so much. I don't know if it's age or the fibro, I suspect its a bit of both, along with my weight, which I'm m...