While I am down with Co-Vid19, I took the opportunity to binge watch the show Vindication. This show is a police drama that is set in the suburbs of Dallas. Detective Gary Travis is the lead character that is portrayed.
First off, I know this sounds harsh, but I say it when I review most Pure Flix shows. The acting is good but not great. The first episode didn’t snag me. I had to get past that one issue. The moral of the show was good and it was squeaky clean, which makes me happy. It was just a struggle.
Then, I watched the second episode. By the end of last night, I watched all 10 because I was invested in the lives of these characters. You forget that the acting isn’t great and you see the storyline. Then, you see the grace of God and how He moves throughout all situations, regardless of if it is good or bad. He is glorified at the end.
Another impressive thing was that Pure Flix did not shy away from tough topics. I do not suggest this show for 12 and under. I do encourage that parents watch with their children because the themes of each episode are pertinent to the issues we have today.
Dark web, sex trafficking, drugs, rape, infidelity. Those are a few of the topics that were written for this show. There is no nudity, swearing, or anything of that sorts BUT the topics are tough ones. Please be mindful of that when you watch this (which I highly encourage).
Living the Life
I am a cop’s daughter. There were things that were definitely relatable as Det. Travis deals with his own family. He can’t separate “the life” from home life. It weighs on him, but the wife in this show reminds me of my Oak, my mama. She is steadfast with her prayers and faith, always trying to reach deeper into him and point him to the cross. What a beautiful depiction.
I am not super excited about Co-vid19 but I am super excited that season 2 is out 🙂 So, I’m heading over to Pure Flix, signing in, and getting ready to watch it to see what happened to the storylines I was so vested in last night.
Season 1 Episode Themes
THEMES/PLOT POINTS/REDEMPTIVE MESSAGES
– Affairs / Temptation
– Grass isn’t always greener
– Self-control and self-mastery
– Unanticipated consequences of sin
THEMES/PLOT POINTS/REDEMPTIVE MESSAGES
– Parenting teenagers
– Public school relationship challenges
– Teenage relationships / sexting
THEMES/PLOT POINTS/REDEMPTIVE MESSAGES
– Missing persons: adult/father
– Money/Marriage conflicts…
Keeping up with the Joneses / wealth/income
– Fake friends, infidelity
THEMES/PLOT POINTS/REDEMPTIVE MESSAGES
– Assuming the best in people
– Misunderstood odd behavior
THEMES/PLOT POINTS/REDEMPTIVE MESSAGES
– Drug addiction/relapse/recovery
– Marriage challenges
– Female small groups / prayer request mistakes/assumptions
THEMES/PLOT POINTS/REDEMPTIVE MESSAGES
– Human trafficking/Prostitution
– A man/couple who have made it their personal mission to save those caught in this
This documentary, Show Me the Father, is by the Kendricks Brothers. They also created movies such as Flywheel, Fireproof, Courageous, Overcomer, and War Room. I am telling you, they get better and better. Everytime I think they can’t top themselves in bringing the Truth of Jesus and His love for us, they do. This documentary is no different.
There were several aspects of this that touched my heart on a deep deep level. The story of adoption and how God orchestrated such a thing. There were beautiful stories of loving relationships and then there were stories where it wasn’t so great. The Kendricks Brothers were able to point every single story to the Cross. The gospel was spoken in a mighty way.
I encourage everyone to go and see this film. It is worth your time.
Disclosure: Many thanks to Sony Pictures for providing this product/product information for review. Opinions are 100% my own and NOT influenced by monetary compensation. I did receive a sample of the product in exchange for this review and post.
Here is my newest When We Last Spoke Review and Giveaway. When We Last Spoke is an award-winning, heartwarming story of faith, family, and forgiveness, based on a book by Marci Henna.
Trigger Warning This movie is wholesome yet depicts abandonment, war, and death.
Let’s set aside that Laura Ingalls Wilder portrays a grandmother in this film for a moment. Corbin Bernsen, yes, I can see him as a grandfather. Cloris Leachman, yes, I can see her as a wacky great grandmother. Yet, Melissa Gilbert threw me off a bit. Then, there were the fiddle scenes. I can see her learning what she knew through her Pa in Little House on the Prairie.
Let’s Dive Into the Movie
It was so freaking good. There were moments that were hard for me to watch, as it triggered emotions of losing my Lady. I cried, more than I probably should have. There was no sex, no swearing, nothing.
Cloris Leachman was a star in this movie. Her wit, humor, and beauty was a thing to behold. I enjoyed the parts that she was in very much, especially towards the end when she was dancing with her family.
This is what we do, in families. Well, what we should do. We take care of each other and no one should ever feel alone. Even during the hardest parts of life, forgiveness, grace, and mercy should always try to be extended to those we love. Taking care of each other, even when it is hard and we flush our underwear down the toilet.
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powerful movie with the whole family
• Starring Melissa Gilbert (Little House on the Prairie), Cloris Leachman, and Corbin Bernsen
• When We Last Spoke recently won Best Picture, Best Narrative, Best Supporting Actor, and
more at the Crown Awards at the National Religious Broadcasters 2021 Christian Media
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Disclosure: Many thanks to Last Spoke Partnersfor providing this product/product information for review. Opinions are 100% my own and NOT influenced by monetary compensation. I did receive a sample of the product in exchange for this review and post.
NASHVILLE, Tenn. (July 8, 2021) – WHEN WE LAST SPOKE celebrates big wins at the 2021 ICVM Crown Awards held June 23 in Grapevine, Texas. The film received awards in each of the five categories it was eligible for, including the titles Best Picture and Best Narrative.
The WHEN WE LAST SPOKE cast received three individual awards – the late Cloris Leachman was awarded Best Supporting Actor, the Silver Award for Best Actress was given to Melissa Gilbert and the Bronze Award for Best Actor was awarded to Corbin Bernsen. “We are so grateful to the wonderful team that helped make this film a reality,” says Marci Henna. “So many
years of love and hard work have gone into this movie. I want to thank the NRB and ICVMs for recognizing us and placing us with such an amazing group of nominees.”
Past wins include “Audience Favorite” at the Austin Film Festival and the film’s official selection at the Heartland International Film Festival. Following the lovable and nutty family of sisters Juliet and Evangeline, WHEN WE LAST SPOKE gives viewers an insight into the beauty of the Cranbournes as they journey through the ups and downs of their unexpected situation.
Life for Juliet and Evangeline changes quickly after their father James departs to fight in the Vietnam War and their mother, who feels ill-equipped to raise two daughters alone, leaves them with their grandparents, Walt and Ruby, to pursue her own singing career. Together, the family learns how to overcome heartbreak and uncertainty by holding tight to the most important aspects of life – family, friends, love and forgiveness.
Inspired by the novel from Marci Henna, director Joanne Hock and screenplay writers Rick Eldridge and Jimmy Hager pack WHEN WE LAST SPOKE with humor, heartbreak and triumph. Audiences will leave grateful for the gift of family, the relief of laughter and with a newfound appreciation for the often kooky relationships with friends and family.
SHOW ME THE FATHER is the first documentary from the Kendrick Brothers (Overcomer, War
Room, Fireproof). SHOW ME THE FATHER shares powerful true stories and wisdom from fathers like Jim Daly (Focus on the Family), Sherman Smith, Stephen Kendrick, and Dr. Tony Evans.
This documentary is highlighting the fatherhood of God, it is an inspiring film that EVERYONE needs to see to remember to lean into God’s goodness. This film is releasing in theaters on September 10th – go see it with your whole family!
Everyone has a Unique Father Story
Whether positive or painful, it’s always personal and can deeply affect the core of our identity and direction of our lives. SHOW ME THE FATHER is the first documentary film from the creators of WAR ROOM, OVERCOMER, FIREPROOF, and COURAGEOUS Legacy.
Featuring a variety of amazing true stories, this captivating movie takes audiences of all ages on an inspiring and emotional cinematic journey. Providing a fresh perspective on the roles of fathers in today’s society, it invites you to think differently about how you view your earthly father, and how you personally relate to God.
Let Me Just Tell You
I watched the trailer of this documentary and I was in tears. Luckily, I have a father that I know loves me though he wasn’t around much while I was growing up. He worked. He had to provide for his family. Then, I didn’t get it. Now, I do and I can respect what he sacrificed for us.
On the other hand, I have personally seen the complete opposite. Either someone didn’t have that father figure, or there was abuse involved, orphans (orphaned young and older), or just straight up dysfunctional relationships.
Regardless, this documentary points you to the Father and gently reminds you that you were never forsaken and always unconditionally loved. I have goose bumps just thinking about it. The Kendricks Brothers did another amazing job. I look forward to seeing the full documentary.
– Dr. Gary Chapman
“SHOW ME THE FATHER is the film our nation needs to see. We have become a society that
devalues and mocks fathers, but God created the role of fatherhood for a very specific
purpose. Many of our children feel unwanted and unworthy because half of their identity is
absent. Fathers are necessary for the next generation to heal.”
– Nona Jones, Author, Pastor, Speaker, and Executive
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SHOW ME THE FATHER is a film your whole family needs to see together. There is
something for everyone. Get your tickets today at showmethefathermovie.com and
join me and my family at the theater beginning September 10th!
I will be doing a giveaway soon, so be on the look out! Those who “like” or comment on any of my social media platforms will be eligible to win. This is limited to those in the United States. You will have to respond to my email to gather your information in a timely fashion. If you do not, I will proceed to the next person.
Here is some Perspective from Mr. Rogers from Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood. This is what to do when you overreact and have regret. “Many people have asked me do you ever get mad and of course I answer “well yes, everyone gets mad sometimes.” The important thing is what we do with the mad that we feel in life.
A few weeks ago coming home from a particularly tough day at work, I stopped to see my two grandsons. Their mom and dad weren’t there but the boys were there with the babysitter in the backyard, squirting water with hoses. I could see that they were really having fun. but I felt that I needed to let them know that I didn’t want to be squirted.
Do Not Squirt Me
So I told them so, and little by little, I could feel that the older boy, Alexander, was testing the limit until finally, his hose was squirting very close to where I was standing. I said to him in my harshest voice, Okay, that’s it alexander turn off the water, you’ve had it.
He did as I told him and said he was sorry and looked very sad. The more I thought about it, the sadder I got. I realized Alexander had not squirted me. That I had stepped into his and his brother’s playtime with a lot of feelings leftover from work.
So when I got home, I called Alexander, on the phone. I told him I felt awful about my visit with him. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was taking out my anger from work on him. I told him I was really sorry.
Do you know how he answered me? Oh, Baba, everybody makes mistakes sometimes. I nearly cried. I was so touched by his naturally generous heart. I realized that if I hadn’t called him, I might not have ever received that wonderful gift of Alexander’s sweet forgiveness.”
Gracious this is such a reminder of what I live with on a daily basis. It is so hard when you have such consistent, horrible things to you…and then, the fake apology. That is exactly what it is. Fake.
I probably have done that, but I learned to be sincere with my apologies. When I do something wrong or hurt someone unintentionally, it hurts me so badly. Today, I asked my realtor a question. It was a stupid question and her response sort of hurt my feelings.
Granted, I have not slept well in a couple of days. Hunter has been in the hospital and it is overwhelming. I was wearing my heart and feelings on my sleeve and I took it personally. So my response was an immediate apology and promise to not ask such stupid questions. Then, I cried.
It Was Not Her Fault
Though that is the straw that broke the camel’s back, it was not her doing anything wrong. I was just emotional. Yet, this is one isolated instance. I was not manipulating her and I was sincere in my apology.
Now for my family member, this is a different ball of wax. This member has many types of diagnoses. Part of me thinks that this individual cannot help it. They do something wrong, have a hollow apology and then do the same thing 10 minutes later.
It is almost to the point where I don’t want an apology, I just want this person to leave me the heck alone. Can we say BOUNDARIES? I clearly do not have boundaries but they certainly need to be established.
Kids with Reactive Attachment Disorder
They do this quite often. Manipulation, Confabulation, and Triangulation are what they are good at, in terms of this quote. According to Webster’s Dictionary, to manipulate means to control or play upon by artful, unfair, or insidious means especially to one’s own advantage.
Confabulation means to fill in gaps in memory by fabrication. To “normal” people, this means to lie. Then triangulation means to form an alliance. In this type of situation, it is child with one parent against another parent.
It is all exhausting and makes my brain work on overload. This is what we have lived with for 15 years. My boundaries had to be firmly placed, though they broke my heart in a million pieces. I had to take into consideration other family members and myself.
The stress was hurting all of us.
Life is Hard
The Lord did not promise us a walk in a rose garden. If we had that, or all the answers, we would have no need for Him. He completes and sustains us even when we are physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted from creating those hard boundaries.
He gives us the wisdom we need, when we seek it, to “speak” to us. This, for me, is done through intuition, Scripture, other people, and dreams. I have learned to accept that my family member does not understand what it means not to manipulate and to be sincere in the apology that is made.
It is hard. Completely and totally. Maybe one day, the Lord will heal her mind, body, and spirit to where she can function well in the world around.
In every person’s life, there are milestones. My first milestone was the age of 13. This was when I could wear a little bit of makeup (think French whore) and I could get my ears pierced. The next milestone was the pinnacle for me. Sweet 16. This was the ideal age to be.
It was a magical age that was filled with promises of lollipops and rainbows. I could finally be a part of the conversation, instead of the person looking in through a window. I waited my *whole* life to get to this age. I waited 16 years! Why? Because this was the age at which my daddy said I could date!
Going Steady and Dating is Not the Same
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve gone steady with a boy. I was going steady with a boy when the boy didn’t even know we were going steady. I have also been asked to be someone’s girlfriend by another friend who handed me a note, from the boy, which had “check yes or no if you want to be my girlfriend” written on it.
Before 16, the boyfriend scenario was limited to the halls of my school where I would *gasp* wear his necklace or his jacket. We would secretly hold hands underneath the lunchroom table or even better…the library. We would sit together in the lunchroom and eat off each other’s trays.
The Greatest Thing about Going Steady
The greatest thing was sharing his gum. That meant forever because our spit was forever intertwined. The first time I was REALLY kissed was at a middle school dance. Billy Rich. I wore a powder blue polyester dress. I was sporting matching eye shadow and as an added party favor…my mom put baby’s breath in my hair.
I didn’t kiss my “date”, I kissed my secret love. Well, he kissed me…I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror because I thought there was moss growing on my tongue. I couldn’t figure out, for the life of me, why someone would stick their tongue down another person’s throat.
Rules of Engagement
I lived at home until I was 20 years old. In that time, my limitations never varied. I was not allowed to call boys, there were never phone calls past 9:00 pm, and my curfew was 11:00 pm. I never went anywhere, so the curfew problem was never an issue. I had no friends, so the phone calls after 9:00 pm were not an issue. There was, however, an issue with the no-call boys rule.
How am I supposed to maintain my girlfriend status if I can’t talk on the phone with my boyfriend? So, phone calls were done in secret. I would grab the ginormous black receiver (still attached to the kitchen wall), dial the number of my boyfriend, run to my room, hide in the closet, and whisper “hey, call me back so we can talk.”
I would run back to the kitchen, hang up the phone and then run to my room and pretend to be reading or cleaning. When the phone rang, I let my mother answer. This was to protect my covert operation. I was so stealthy and an expert dialer. I did all of this while my dad was sleeping and my mom was taking her one bathroom break for the day. I, simply, was a rockstar in the secret boy calling the department.
The Pinnacle of All Things
Now that I have turned 16, I still couldn’t call boys because that was inappropriate but the world became my oyster. That oyster had a name…its name was “The Mall.” Oh. My. Goodness. We could go to the mall and hold hands and kiss while standing in the appliance aisle of Sears.
There was another oyster…its name was “The Park.” Only the coolest kids cruised the park and that is where you went to be noticed and for people to revel in your newest relationship status. We could go to the movies and sit close to each other. It was the greatest age in the entire world. I was so excited. I finally had a purpose. I had status. I was going to catch a guy and I was going to go to the mall with him. You cannot get much great than that!
Rules of Dating
I remember, distinctly, knowing the rules of dating. You have to be 16 and when that special someone comes to pick you up, that person has to come to the door and meet my parents.
Meeting the parents for some kids was no big deal. In my house, however, that meant someone meeting my dad. My dad was a police officer and he was extremely protective of his children. He also had a gun on him or near him and he was never famous for using his words. The thought of a boy meeting him sent a shiver down my spine.
I had it played out in my mind. I would somehow arrange for the “meet and greet” portion of my date to happen when I knew my dad was sleeping or when he left for work (he worked midnights). I could totally avoid him altogether and as long as my mom met this person, I was off the hook. My mom was a piece of cake. She loved everybody. Her goal in life was to hug and feed people. She has always been a person who never meets a stranger.
I do not remember my brother dating. He married young and was out of the house by the time I was 10 years old. I do not know if the standards were different because he was a guy. The only real memory I have, of my oldest sister dating, was a prom where she looked like a Farrah Fawcett rainbow child. Her dress was made of tulle and the colors were powder blue with rainbow stripes. It was very risqué because it was off the shoulders. The dude had some kind of 1980s bouffant hairdo that looked a bit like a bird’s nest. This was the beginning of the mullet hair….business in the front and party in the back. The business part was also a feathered Farrah Fawcett hairdo. She was extremely popular and her hair was the bomb!
I have memories of my other sister when she started dating. She had “boyfriends” and then there was “the” boyfriend….the one that would last. She was giddy and annoying. He was preppy and fun to be around. We would sit around the table and play Rook and lick the cheese off of Doritos. They held hands, she would sit on the floor and put her chin on his knee. The looks of love would flit in between them. I remember thinking “when I get my boyfriend, and he comes over to visit, I’m going to offer him the chair and I’m going to sit on the floor next to him because that is what girlfriends and boyfriends do.”
My Big Day
When my big day arrived and the thrill of the knowledge that it was “my time” to date was almost unbearable. I felt a bit like the chick in “The Scarlet Letter.” I felt like when I walked into that school, that there was a giant red “D” on my chest and that, of course, stood for DATEABLE. My vision was that I would enter through the giant double doors and there would be a wind machine in the common area.
That wind machine would be blowing my massively large permed hair. The giant red bow, holding back my locks, would flap in the wind. My baby blue eye shadow, which was applied with a spackle knife, would radiate my big, brilliant, brown eyes. My mustard yellow pants, perfectly pegged at my ankles would highlight my brown Robin Hood shoes which perfectly matched my deep, purple shirt. I was hot AND I was 16 AND I was officially dateable. Who would not want all of that?
What I Envisioned
I envisioned the boys standing in line…waiting to get the first shot at me as I walked through the doors….were not so much standing around. They were flitting back and forth between classes, lockers, and the bathroom. There was not one, single, solitary person who knew it was my BIG birthday. What. A. Letdown. My scarlet letter “D” had fallen off my shirt and I stood there thinking “Seriously, people, I am 16. Ask. Me. Out!”
I was devastated. To offset my devastating, I went to the bathroom, fixed my hair, reapplied more baby blue eye shadow, reapplied my “D” and headed out to the halls to casually announce that I was 16 and I was on the market. Fresh meat. Excited to be alive and ready to say YES!
Doodling for Attention
As I sat in class, I would doodle “today is my birthday and 16” all over my paper. I doodled and doodled and doodled. There was not one person, male or female, that noticed what I was doodling. Dangit. The next step…tell people. I would get a half-smile or some people would actually say the words “happy birthday” but other than that, no one was excited.
I went home, full of sadness. I looked in the mirror and thought “you look hot, you look 16, you look like you are ‘of age’ to date, the outfit is rockin’…what the heck is the problem?” I vowed to try again tomorrow. I wanted to be noticed. I wanted that boyfriend. I wanted the title of girlfriend. I had no idea what it meant other than kissing freely, holding hands, and being able to ride in the car with them.
What to Expect When You are Dating
I talked to daddy about what to expect in the dating world. I needed to be prepared. Daddy just looked at me and gruffly said “go out with boys for free food and movies.” Alrighty, then. That is your great sage advice. He also would tell me “when all other boys go to the barn, I will still be there for you.” Now, that piece of advice was sweet. The other…not so much.
My mom, I never talked much to her about dating. I never talked to anyone about dating. I was one of those kids that didn’t have a lot of friends because I didn’t fit in with any crowd. There was not one person, at my school, that did not know who my daddy was and what he did for a living. I was never told where any parties were because my dad was the one to bust the parties. When your daddy is a cop….it limits who you hang out with to nobody.
In the end, I never dated one single person at my school but I did marry a hottie from college 🙂
Can I just say that I can sometimes overwhelm even myself? Well, I do. More times than not, I get myself into more things than I should. So, now I’m in the middle of a Baby Shower, Bridal Shower, Birthdays, Bathrooms. In between November and the end of March, and (of course) the holidays, there is a lot happening. We have about 12 birthdays and anniversaries. Then there is my first grandbaby that will make her appearance. Now, we have to slap in a baby shower, bridal shower, and a 5-day hospital stay and you have my life in a nutshell. All birthdays went very well.
With that being said, a baby shower is a must. Due to covid restrictions, we did a virtual baby shower at my house. My sister came and my kids. We ate, she opened gifts, and we had fun. She got a ton of stuff for Charleigh Mae and they are very thankful.
It is so surreal to see your daughter pregnant with her first daughter. She is so beautiful. This pregnancy has not been easy for her. She has struggled with all-day sickness, loss of appetite, and all the other fun things that happen. Yet, she has handled it beautifully.
She is going to be such an amazing little mama. I can’t even contain my excitement. Who would have ever thought I’d be excited to be a grandmother. Honestly, who ever thought I was mature enough to be a grandmother. Yet, here I am.
We had scheduled the shower for a week before the wedding. I just couldn’t get it all done in such a squashed amount of time. Sadly, Alyssa got really sick before the shower. We knew she didn’t have covid19, so we assumed it was a bug or the flu. Since we weren’t sure, we decided to postpone it. If it was a stomach bug, Arkie could have gotten it and there are a lot of immunosuppressed people in our lives.
Arkie never got sick, but other things ended up happening. We had a hospital stay (Hunter) and a snowstorm because that is just how things roll. It got pushed back to the day before the wedding. We were trying to get a date that his mom could be there, but due to the storm, it just didn’t happen.
It got done and they had a good time. We were all tired but the kids seemed to enjoy opening their gifts. Luckily, we got great pictures that I will send to his mom.
That was something as well. It seems nothing wanted to go smoothly. This snowstorm just threw a wrench into all the things. His family was not able to travel to the rehearsal because they got more snow than we did. I hated that for them.
We were able to get in and get a lot of decorations done. Most of the people who were in the wedding was able to come. I’m so glad there is a trial run because that’s when I got all of my squalling out. Those songs she picked. Geez. I was crying, my mom, the girls…it was a cry fest.
We ordered pizza and just came back to the house to eat. After eating, they opened gifts. Then, we cooked for the wedding. It was a long and crazy night. After all that was done, we snuggled for a good long time. Sigh, that girl has my heart.
To add to our fun, we decided to do a remodel on our bathroom. A few years ago, my boys got into a scuffle and things happened. One boy aggrevated another boy. Then, the other boy pushed the one boy. That boy’s butt went through my wall.
I have not used that bathroom in a long time because I get so mad that all I see is his full butt print. There are 2 cheeks and a crack. I bought stuff to redo it, my way because we weren’t getting it done any other way. Bart stepped in and did some work. Then, he made some phone calls.
Once that happened, all the things happened. We now have a new shower, the toilet was already fairly new, bought new flooring. Our friend ordered new closet doors. The next big thing is to get the sinks out, new ones bought, and installed.
Go Big or Go Home
So, all this stuff, at my house, happened with a torn-up bathroom. That and a front closet FULL of Charleigh Mae’s gifts, a corner in the living room FULL of Alyssa’s gifts, and birthday presents. Upstairs was full of wedding stuff. I mean, there is stuff everywhere and I haven’t known which way is up and which way is down.
Honestly, I wouldn’t know how to do something 1/2 way. I have got to do it all the way and then add a little spice. It’s what dreams are made of.