The afternoon consisted of taking the team and kiddos to see the Hobbit, in 3D - popcorn included.
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Tuesday, December 30, 2014
The Lea Team celebrates 2014
We didn't have a Christmas Party as a team, but decided to get together after Christmas.
The afternoon consisted of taking the team and kiddos to see the Hobbit, in 3D - popcorn included.
And then a nice dinner with just the team and spouses. A very nice, wonderful meal!
The afternoon consisted of taking the team and kiddos to see the Hobbit, in 3D - popcorn included.
Monday, December 29, 2014
Remembering Haynes, 30 years later
Granddaddy Caines was an incredible man. It makes me sad when I think of how many men in my life that didn't have the privilege of getting to know him. Granddaddy died when I was eight, a few days after Christmas. Mac (whose real name is Haynes) is named after Granddaddy. One day, he will understand that privilege.
I was young when Granddaddy died, I guess a little older than Mac is now. But I remember him. He was fun and full of life. He and Granny lived in North Myrtle Beach and they ran a gift shop on the beach, Palm Den Gift Shop. Granddaddy never met a stranger, much like my Tavis. Granny ran the gift shop and sold beach gifts, t-shirts and jewelry, while Granddaddy ran a surf board rental shop and taught people how to surf (from his desk), even tho he had never surfed before.
As kids, our big memories of Granddaddy are that he always offered us Mello-Yellow and Milky Ways - that was his treat. Of course, we never got those at home, so we knew we'd get them on our week at the beach. He loved to let us ride the riding lawn mower. And, Granddaddy loved to tell stories. He had a story for everything.
When I hear my Dad tell stories of his Dad (Granddaddy), it is funny to think that the strict man that raised him is the same gentle, goofy grandfather that we knew.
His name was Haynes Caines (no lie). He dropped out of school after 3rd grade to get a job to help out of the family - he was one of 13 kids. He served in the war as a medic. He then had to move his own family from South Carolina to New Jersey to find work. When my Dad was very little, my Granddaddy lost his 6-year old son after he was struck by a school bus after school one day. No doubt, that changes you forever. It was not until he "retired" that he and Granny moved back South to North Myrtle Beach and opened the gift shop to help pay college bills for my Dad's much younger sister. Then Granddaddy, who was never took a sick day, got a form of cancer and scleraderma. I know mom will correct me if that is not right?
Today marks 30 years since he passed away. Since I was eight when he passed away, it definitely seems like 30 years since he died. Not sure if it seems that long ago to Granny, but being "alone" that long, I would have to think it seems like that long? I remember when he died. Mom and Dad wanted him comfortable and happy and he was in our house that Thanksgiving and Christmas and passed away in the guest room. I'm glad they did that. It didn't scare me, even as a timid kid, those last weeks with Granddaddy were sweet memories that I think all of us kids cherish.
If you knew Haynes Caines, you would have liked him. He was a good man. A fun story teller. An incredible Granddaddy! But, most importantly, a godly man.
And, I can't wait for my own family to meet him one day.
I was young when Granddaddy died, I guess a little older than Mac is now. But I remember him. He was fun and full of life. He and Granny lived in North Myrtle Beach and they ran a gift shop on the beach, Palm Den Gift Shop. Granddaddy never met a stranger, much like my Tavis. Granny ran the gift shop and sold beach gifts, t-shirts and jewelry, while Granddaddy ran a surf board rental shop and taught people how to surf (from his desk), even tho he had never surfed before.
As kids, our big memories of Granddaddy are that he always offered us Mello-Yellow and Milky Ways - that was his treat. Of course, we never got those at home, so we knew we'd get them on our week at the beach. He loved to let us ride the riding lawn mower. And, Granddaddy loved to tell stories. He had a story for everything.
When I hear my Dad tell stories of his Dad (Granddaddy), it is funny to think that the strict man that raised him is the same gentle, goofy grandfather that we knew.
His name was Haynes Caines (no lie). He dropped out of school after 3rd grade to get a job to help out of the family - he was one of 13 kids. He served in the war as a medic. He then had to move his own family from South Carolina to New Jersey to find work. When my Dad was very little, my Granddaddy lost his 6-year old son after he was struck by a school bus after school one day. No doubt, that changes you forever. It was not until he "retired" that he and Granny moved back South to North Myrtle Beach and opened the gift shop to help pay college bills for my Dad's much younger sister. Then Granddaddy, who was never took a sick day, got a form of cancer and scleraderma. I know mom will correct me if that is not right?
Today marks 30 years since he passed away. Since I was eight when he passed away, it definitely seems like 30 years since he died. Not sure if it seems that long ago to Granny, but being "alone" that long, I would have to think it seems like that long? I remember when he died. Mom and Dad wanted him comfortable and happy and he was in our house that Thanksgiving and Christmas and passed away in the guest room. I'm glad they did that. It didn't scare me, even as a timid kid, those last weeks with Granddaddy were sweet memories that I think all of us kids cherish.
If you knew Haynes Caines, you would have liked him. He was a good man. A fun story teller. An incredible Granddaddy! But, most importantly, a godly man.
And, I can't wait for my own family to meet him one day.
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Luke 11:13
"If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!"
The sermon today by Pastor Steere hit a nerve. Usually, sermons about prayer do. For me, prayer is of utmost importance in my spiritual walk. There have been times in my life that, without the ability to prayer, I am not sure I would have "made it".
I've heard/read this Luke 11 passage many times, but I've never really stopped to think about verse 13. Thus, the reason that prayer is so important to me. I struggle with reading the words, but expressing myself in prayer comes a little easier. The struggle for many, as Pastor Steere mentioned, is that the root of prayer is the acknowledgement of helplessness!
As we have just finished the Christmas season, we know we sacrificed to give our children some nice things that they asked for. Maybe some families sacrificed more than others, but as parents, we wanted to make it special. Verse 13 emphasizes that we are evil and know how to give good gifts - just think about how much more our heavenly Father can give if we would just ask!!
Why do we have to ask when God knows what we need? Because he has chosen for it to be that way! We are incurably self-centered and independent creatures, therefore, God wants us to ask. We need to learn humility and dependence on Him. And acknowledge our helplessness - AND ASK!!!!
Sometimes, we will receive gifts we did not ask for. Sometimes, we will ask and God will not answer right away to teach us perseverance. And, sometimes, he answers in a different way because his plan is perfect.
But - God's love is so deep, he gives us the best gift of all when we ask for it - HIMSELF!
So, ask big.
The sermon today by Pastor Steere hit a nerve. Usually, sermons about prayer do. For me, prayer is of utmost importance in my spiritual walk. There have been times in my life that, without the ability to prayer, I am not sure I would have "made it".
I've heard/read this Luke 11 passage many times, but I've never really stopped to think about verse 13. Thus, the reason that prayer is so important to me. I struggle with reading the words, but expressing myself in prayer comes a little easier. The struggle for many, as Pastor Steere mentioned, is that the root of prayer is the acknowledgement of helplessness!
As we have just finished the Christmas season, we know we sacrificed to give our children some nice things that they asked for. Maybe some families sacrificed more than others, but as parents, we wanted to make it special. Verse 13 emphasizes that we are evil and know how to give good gifts - just think about how much more our heavenly Father can give if we would just ask!!
Why do we have to ask when God knows what we need? Because he has chosen for it to be that way! We are incurably self-centered and independent creatures, therefore, God wants us to ask. We need to learn humility and dependence on Him. And acknowledge our helplessness - AND ASK!!!!
Sometimes, we will receive gifts we did not ask for. Sometimes, we will ask and God will not answer right away to teach us perseverance. And, sometimes, he answers in a different way because his plan is perfect.
But - God's love is so deep, he gives us the best gift of all when we ask for it - HIMSELF!
So, ask big.
Friday, December 26, 2014
Caines Christmas Chaos 2014
We informed the kids that they could not grow anymore or we really will not fit in Grandma's living room next year.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Christmas Day at HOME!!!!
Starts with distracting Omar with a new bone.
"diabetic Christmas"
Xbox One games for all!
And Mollee says, "no more pics"
THE END!
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Christmas Eve with the Browns
Lots of Nerf and Legos
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