- Relaxing at home... reading a good book. I read the WHOLE book of Genesis today.. what an amazing story! loved it ;) Go
- Is at Panera... eating a bagel, drinking coffee, studying my first course from Moody! Reading alot of the WORD ... Go
- Going to bed... it's been a good day. Go
June 6th we will be really close to Butcher Holler. We will be recording for a TV program there at a church way out in the country. I tried to get directions and I think I will have to call back again and get them a second time. I think right now I have… “Go left after you go through the holler, then turn back right just after you pass the fence post, on down through the wooded area and so on…” I love it.
If you don’t know about Butcher Holler, you should. It’s the home-place of Loretta Lynn, known as the first lady of country music. I hear that it is beautiful back there and I am looking forward to maybe visiting. The girls went last summer when I couldn’t go.
Things are coming together for our trip. I still have a lot to do and I am feeling the pressure… I still need to print out our info on each of the churches and make sure I have things organized (NOT my thing) but I am excited and happy about this ministry. We pack up the van take off for Portersville, Ohio in one more day after this. I feel the distractions looming and the pressures that are sure to come… but I know I need to face them with a lot of sweet prayer… what would we do without it.
Blessings to you all we thank you for your prayers….
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- Holly
I want to share one my favorite bluegrass songs with you. Rhonda Vincent wrote this after the great Bill Monroe died. He was so good at what he did a lot of people say he is what made bluegrass what it is. This song is cute if you listen to the words. It’s talks about heaven and does it look a little like Kentucky. I have a feeling it just might….
Here is Bill Monroe’s homeplace.
I love Rhonda Vincent’s voice and her bluegrass I want to be like her when I grow up!
Here in Michigan there are so many, many, many people from Kentucky. It amazes me. I can always tell the ones that are from Kentucky. I say, “Your from Kentucky aren’t you” They look at me, a big smile comes on their face and they get just a little more at home, a little more southern accent and far away look in there eye… they miss their home. They came here just like my Grandma with my Mother years ago to work in the factories.
They say, “Oh, I miss it!” I know a little of how they must feel. They have the mountains in their blood and it’s just a whole different, relaxed way of life in the mountains. This opens the door for me to tell them my sisters and I like to sing gospel music and we will be going back and traveling through the bluegrass to sing there.
I know of one little girl whose family came to the city to work in the factories. They only lasted a few months and went back the mountains of Tennessee. She said they would live without the money, and added comforts of it if they could just live in the mountains again. So they packed up their things and went home.
This reminds me of a sweet book we found a long time ago. It’s one of my mom’s favorites. We read it to Hope all the time. “When I was Young In The Mountains” If you haven’t read it you should, it’s a cute book.
As I was sitting here typing this out my family threw and an old journal I had on my bed. I opened it up and I was journaling from the porch of Grandma’s in Kentucky -
Thursday July 14th 2005 6:00 pm
“I’m sitting on the front porch of Great Grandma Hatton’s house rocking. It’s amazing to think my mom used to do the very same thing when she was a girl growing up. Even my Grandpa lived here when he was growing up.
Grandma came over for Sunday dinner. We ate a good meal of fried chicken. We sat on the porch and visited with the guests that stopped over, it was a beautiful day. The day was coming to an end soon while Grandma and I talked all about the days she grew up here right in this very town. She told me of how she got saved at the age of eight at the revival service. She talked about the days she would swing her babies on this very porch (one of them was my mother). She has so many memories all within this small town between the hills…..
I love watching the mist rise off the mountains in the mornings and the moon in the evenings shining just above Granny’s house where I am stting this evening… I see God at work back in these beautiful hills of Kentucky. I see not only His hand of beauty in the rising mist off the mountains but I see He still working and changing hearts, lives and families. Just like He did for my mom, He never fails. He changes hearts and lives.
July 15 Friday
“Tonight the mist hangs low between the mountains and the humidity is high and it’s warm…..”
A little of my journaling from the mountains. I am looking forward to God’s work He has for us this summer. I look forward to the small girl, like my Grandma, in the revival service who might be eight years old and God will change her life forever… I better get to planning I have a lot to do still…
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I have seen so many of these reusable bags lately. “Eco Friendly” “Eco Chick”, “Kiss Me I’m Organic”, “Save The Earth” bags. It’s all about saving plastic bags. Almost makes me laugh. Actually it does.
The other day I was heading in to one of my favorite stores, Target, to spend a gift certificate a dear friend bought me when I saw an “Eco Bag” I wanted! I know. I am crazy. I always laughed at them before. But this was cute! It was an “Eco Target” bag made with a bunch of recycled target bags. So I got one. I LOVE Target.
Yesterday while working, a girl said she didn’t want any of her stuff in bags. I said,
“Oh! Your one of those “Eco Chicks”
She laughed and said “Yes.”
I said, “Well I am more like save the babies and not the plastic bags”
I thought to myself, “WHO CARES about plastic bags? Really? Am I just crazy or does this seem crazy? Somehow I cannot make the connection in my mind. I just knew that she would be upset and not say anything or give me a nasty look but to my surprise she laughed and said,
“Your right, your right.”
I would love to find a bag, one of those “eco friendly”, reusable bags that have a baby on it and say something about, “Forget the plastic bags, save the babies” I don’t know, just an idea. Makes more sense to me.
Psalm 42:11
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.
About two years ago almost exactly I went through a difficult journey. Though different in many ways some ways not, I have once again gone through the same journey. It was hard for me. The second one has been harder. During this time I drew close to the Lord. He was faithful to lead me through. I got through. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel and thanked the Lord He lead me safely all the way. I thanked Him for His faithfulness at the end. I spoke to girls about my experiences in this time of blind trust in the Lord and how good He was to lead me. In my quiet times with Jesus I told Him “Lord don’t ever allow that to happen to me again.” I was for sure He heard me! And like I had asked He being the protector that He is would never allow it again…. He did.
At first I wanted to ask why. He had allowed something so beautiful, something I was so sure of and would just to take all the peace away. I was upset. I asked God why. I wondered why He would allow something that hurts me so much and something I asked Him not to allow, ever again? ( I know I have nerve) I wondered at His plans. I wondered if all the times I thought I heard His voice I really hadn’t?
This past week I have cried. I have wept. I have cried so many tears I didn’t think I could cry anymore even if I tried. I would go places and almost complete strangers would tell me my eyes looked sad! Going to bed with a horrible headache to wake with the same one. Of course satan used this time to come at me. I felt like the enemy of my soul was knocking on my door, he was whispering to me, “God let you down! He wasn’t good to you…. Don’t trust Him….”
In the face of these thoughts and these hard times I want you to know that I have once again willed myself to Jesus. I have once again taken refuge in His arms. I will trust His plans for me. I always will. I know they are good. It’s so hard not to see the path in front of you, isn’t it? It’s hard not to know what’s ahead. One thing I have learned from this is that I have no idea what God’s plans are! I have no idea what He is doing my life or yours! But I do know we still need to trust Him. I choose to trust. I like it better this way. This way I will keep my eyes on His face, not the path ahead.
It’s hard to trust Him! But I know and already have had the experience of trusting Him and finding joy and peace and most of all finding Him faithful! I must make the choice to rest and trust His care. I know His paths and His ways are good. And one day I will see the point of the storms, the tears, the deep pain, the sleepless nights, the headaches… and those who sow in tears will reap joy! This is for sure… I am already at peace with what He is doing becuase I know He is good! I am happy in Him.
I just wanted to let you know that we are about to start our official Tour soon! Throug the mountains of Kentucky. We are looking forward to the sweet ministry that awaits us there. As a reminder for you and hopefully to keep you updated we would love to blog our way throughout the Mountain Parkway. You can visit our most recent blog and stay up to date with us, as well as view our schedule here on our website - www.pierpontsingers.com Please leave us a comment there and tell us what you think! We would love to hear from you. Also check back for updates and find out where we are!
Isaiah 52:7
How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news, who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, “Your God reigns.”
