While doing some digging through old photo files, I uncovered these adorable pictures of Leslie Anne. This was taken right after we moved to Hope, Arkansas, to pastor Grace Baptist church. This photo was taken on May 16, 2008, the day before Leslie’s third birthday. I loved her cute blonde bob and this Western outfit that her Grandma Basham found for her somewhere. Of course, she is a lot like me: STUBBORN. So when I asked to take a photo of her, this was the reaction I got:

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Oh well. I still love it! And I love her, no matter how saucy and stubborn she is.

She has grown a lot since this photo was taken, outside and inside. She trusted Christ as her Savior on November 21, 2014. Even before that, I saw a more tenderhearted spirit begin to blossom within her. The Lord has had to do (and is still doing) a work on my own stubborn heart. I pray He will do that same work upon Leslie – and each of our children.

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Today, Leslie is my little helper, organizer and planner. She loves to clean and play with Barbies. And when I want to take her picture, she’s a willing subject.

Thank you for reading.

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Modesty is a hugely popular subject online these days. Blog posts run the gamut. Some take a broad look, some are more specific, like the recent surge in articles about yoga pants. Those who know me in real life, know that I can be *ahem* a tad bit opinionated. It may be hard to believe, but I really do try to think before I speak, and write, so that my words will be edifying and encouraging. I have refrained from writing about modesty because, frankly, it’s none of my business. I am confident that the same Holy Spirit Who is working on me, will also work in the lives of other believers. I leave Him to do that work. But I do have a few thoughts for those who are daring enough to tackle the subject.

If you’re going to write about modesty, please don’t be too descriptive. I recently read an article on yoga pants by a man who was, in my opinion, rather risque in his description of the problem. I asked my husband if he had read that particular article. He said no. I said, “DON’T!” Discussing the issue in such a vulgar manner only compounds the problem. Mental images can be just as destructive as visual ones.

If you’re going to write about modesty, be sure you never change your standards. After all, you’re setting yourself up as the standard. So, if you back down or change your mind for any reason, then you’re a hypocrite. I suppose you could go back and delete those posts from the Internet, but you can’t delete them from people’s minds.

If you are the standard, then you have replaced Christ. If you are bothered because another woman (who may not be a Christian, or may be a young Christian, for all you know) is dressing wrongly, then you believe that you’ve become the example to follow, not Christ. By the way, is the sin of your anger or pride any worse than the sin of her immodest clothing?

If you have given up a type of clothing or a style of dress as unto the Lord, then that is between you and Christ. Why would you expect others to share in your personal relationship with Christ? It’s. . .well. . . personal! According to 1 Timothy 2:9, modesty is about behavior. In fact,that’s what the Greek word for “modest” means, “of good behavior”.

A friend told me as a teenager, “My parents said your skirt is immodest. It cups under when you walk.” My face grew warm and humiliation covered me from head to toe. I certainly never intended to wear anything too tight. My parents were very strict about clothing and they had seen me leave for church that night. They had said nothing. But this friend thought that she, and her parents, were the standard. They may have been modest outwardly, but their rancid, bitter spirits bubbled over in spite of their exterior cleanness. Remember, the Pharisees looked great on the outside, yet Christ told them plainly, “ye are of your father the devil.” (John 8:44)

When I was a young mother, a pastor’s wife pulled me into a Sunday school classroom and informed me that my four-year-old daughter was dressed immodestly for a church activity. She was wearing culottes (split skirt), which had a crotch, and were therefore extremely immodest. {Chapter and verse for that, please?} During our thirty minute drive home, I stared out the window weeping. My husband was speechless. I sobbed after I got home. There I was, doing all I could to BE modest, and yet I was still being charged with immodesty! These many years later, I can see that, in reality, she was immodest. Her behavior was not right. She had allowed pride to control her spirit to the point she had to reach out with bony fingers and control others.

Jesus says in Matthew 7:3 And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?

Proper teaching on modesty is needed. I have read a few blog posts about modesty that stayed within the context of Scripture. We do need sound teaching on this subject, but the source should be the local New Testament church from a pastor who has a name and face that you know.

Do you wonder what you should wear? Search the Scriptures. Ask your husband, as the Word of the Lord says in 1 Corinthians 14:35. Avoid the women who are all-too-eager to share their thoughts. They might be giving their opinion instead of Bible. Seek wisdom from the humble women, the women who are truly modest.

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*I would like to thank my husband, Terry Basham, II, for his counsel regarding this article.

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Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen. ~ 1 Timothy 1:17

I conclude my series on “Verses I Love” with a verse about the One I love more than any other: My King, my Savior, my Master, that Friend Who is closer than any other, the Lord Jesus Christ. One reason I love this verse because I love the song, “Immortal, Invisible”. It is a song filled with praise to God. I even have a portion of it set as my ringtone.

I’ve shared a lot of verses that are special to me because of my parents. One is from my husband. Some are from my own personal Bible study. But all are because of my Savior. I would not be here were it not for the grace of God. His grace allowed me to be born to Ron and Carolyn Courtney. By His grace alone, I was saved June 12, 1993. By His grace, I married a godly man. Why, even this blog post could not be written if God did not give me the strength and ability to do so.

All that I am, or ever will be, is because of the “immortal, invisible, only wise God, the King eternal”. I praise Him with my whole heart.

Thanks for reading my ramblings the past two weeks.  I hope you have a happy Valentine’s Day. Most of all, I hope that you know Christ, Who loved you enough to die on a cross to save you from your sins.

I leave you with my favorite song:

With love,

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Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. ~ Philippians 4:8

Well, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day! There are so many people in my life who I love with all my heart. I hope and pray, however, that the Lord has the first place in my life. Today’s verse has a special meaning that I share in more detail HERE.

God used this verse to bring me out of a difficult period of fear, worry and anxiety. Words cannot express my joy and gratitude for that! I once read this quote by Barbara Sher: “Imaginary obstacles are insurmountable. Real ones aren’t.” I agree! If we are defeated in our minds, then we have already lost the battle. I pray that I can continue to keep my mind on the true things – the things written in God’s Word – and trust Him moment by moment.

With love,

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The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.  ~ Psalm 34:18

Another verse that I love is Psalm 34:18. The Bible-reading schedule I used for years had me reading Psalms in July and August. Shortly after my dad’s sudden death in 2004, I read this verse. I was grieving his loss so deeply the loss of my dad, and the loss of my family as it once was. Everything – and I suppose everyone – changed so much after Dad’s death. I realize that this verse is referring to someone who is repenting of sin, but I liked the first part and clung to it. A “broken heart” can be  caused by sin, by loss, by death, by loneliness, and many other things. I had a broken heart because of the death my dad, with whom I was very close. I had a broken heart because I didn’t get to say goodbye. I had a broken heart because my mother was hurting, and I didn’t know what to do to help. My sister was grieving in her own way, as was my brother. The familial bond was torn apart as we each tried to find healing and comfort for ourselves.

I looked for help from my husband. That didn’t work. He’s a great man, but after all, he is only a man. My friends, who were well-meaning, often added to the pain by their flippant comments. There seemed to be nowhere to turn. Then one summer morning, I arrived at my spot for to read my Bible and pray, and I read this verse. It was a blessing to know that the LORD was nigh! Jehovah, the Creator of the universe, was near me when everyone else had abandoned me. Of course, they hadn’t really abandoned me, they just couldn’t offer the help that I needed. No human could.

I did manage to keep going, to heal and to feel close to my family again. It took a while, but eventually life took on a new rhythm.

For each and every step of my journey, the Lord was, and is, nigh. Nothing is more comforting than that.

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This poor man cried, and the LORD heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.  ~ Psalm 34:6

Today’s verse that I love is Psalm 34:6, my dad’s life’s verse. I can still hear him quoting it. I knew that he loved this verse, but I didn’t realize that he thought of it as his life’s verse until my mother had it engraved on his tombstone.

I love this verse because out of all the verses in the Bible, my dad chose this one. He always regarded himself as a “poor man”. He didn’t think of himself as poor financially, though I know there were times of financial struggle, but rather, he viewed himself as unworthy of God’s great love. (As are we all!) He never thought of himself as smart, or handsome or talented – though he was all of those things. My dad was just an average man, the son of a railroad foreman; nothing special to most people. Of course, he meant the world to his wife and children. He wasn’t a preacher, yet he preached every day. His audience wasn’t large, only one little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, who hung on his every word. He lived his ordinary life in an extraordinary way.

Dad was a very humble man, and his life’s verse fits his life perfectly. God saved him, even though Ron Courtney was so unworthy.

My dad would have been shocked to see the huge crowd at his funeral. He would have also been stunned to read the lovely poem by Bro. Jim Payte. I’ve shared it before, but I’d like to share it once more.  I offer heartfelt thanks to Bro. Jim for giving this wonderful gift to our family. I could never fully express how much it meant to us during our darkest hour.

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In Memory of Ron Courtney

His wavy white hair
His finely honed wit,
The strength of his handshake
His encouragement to never quit.

The height of his stature
Is just but a mite,
Compared to his example
Of a man who lived right.

And, oh, to hear him pray,
That’s what I loved most.
He seemed as though he were best friends
With the Lord of hosts.

No thee’s and thou’s
No strain of thought,
Plain spoken words,
Not rehearsed or taught.

His head tilted back
As he uttered his prayer
I peeked I suppose,
It seemed the Lord was standing there.

The words that he spoke
Still ring in my ear
I want to pray like that
And feel the Lord so near.

Into God’s presence
Now he’ll abide.
For today he went home
Leaving his children and sweet wife by their side,

But don’t worry, don’t mourn, fret or despair.
Ron Courtney left a heritage…
He was a man of prayer

Now you can see him in Heaven,
As he talks with the Lord.
I picture it quite the same
As it was here before.

His head tilted back
Now Glory in his eye,
Face to face, praying and waiting,
For you and me to arrive. – Jim Payte

I look forward to that great reunion day.

With love,

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Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation. Selah. ~ Psalm 68:19

Today’s verse is near and dear to my heart.  Psalm 68:19 is my mother’s life’s verse. I have heard her quote it often. I wrote a little story about it on April 29, 2008, which I called “The Dump Truck at My Door”. I decided I’d share it again today. I hope you like it.


I awoke to the loud beeping of a reverse alarm and an engine noise near my house. This truck sounded strangely close. It wasn’t trash day. There was no construction going on in my area. What could this be? I reached for my bathrobe on the bedpost, and without even stopping by a mirror to comb my hair, I went to the front window. Before my eyes, and my front door, was a large dump truck. My heart started pounding. What in the world was this?! I heard the hydraulic lift raising the bed of the dump truck. Just then, a knock on my door. I ran to open the door, despite my “sleepy head” appearance. A man stood before me in cover-alls to guard against the nippy start to the day. “Hi ya, lady. Where do want the load today?” The man had a kind of northern accent, and was chewing gum. (I thought this to be quite odd at 6 AM. I hadn’t even had a cup of my vanilla flavored coffee yet!) Pushing these thoughts aside, I stared at him rather blankly. “Load?” I asked. “Yeah.” he replied. “Ya know, your load of benefits for the day? Just tell me where ya want ‘em and sign here.” He said, shoving a clipboard with an attached pen in my face.
“Oh. Of course!” I said, looking down at the paper before me. It read:

Psalm 68:19 Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation. Selah.

This was my daily load of benefits from my Father! I hastily signed my name and smiled. “I’ll take them right here.” I said pointing at my office, where I read my Bible every day, and talked to my Father. “You got it,” the man said to me while smacking his gum. He released the back of the truck and I watched in amazement as the benefits poured into my home. There was good health for the day. I saw “love, joy, peace, gentleness, long-suffering, meekness, goodness, faith and temperance. Gal. 5:23″. There was the Holy Spirit! I saw “good husband, Mother, children, sister, brother, and in-laws” pass by me. I smiled at “godly and praying friends” as it rolled past. I had a tear to my eye when I watched “a goodly heritage, Psalm 16:6” come inside my home. It was a blessing to my heart to open a small package that contained “God’s compassion for the day. Lamentations 3:22-23″ There were so many more, that I haven’t time to tell you all of them! I did not earn any of these benefits, they are all just perks to the Christian life.

How could I forget that these benefits would be arriving? This was something that the Lord gave me everyday! Probably because, like all of us, I tend to take things for granted. Nevertheless, the Lord is there everyday, with His “dump truck” load of benefits and blessings. Today, however, I was reminded to thank Him for them.

Of course, this story is fictional, springing forth from my overly-active imagination. I thought that if I could literally receive a “load of benefits” at my front door everyday, then maybe I would be more grateful for that which I already do receive each and every day. Because they are not always visible, I often forget about the benefits and blessings that the Lord bestows upon me every single day of my life, and for eternity. Why, even during times of trial and testing, His “load of benefits” still arrives at my “door” every morning.

I thank the Lord for this unspeakable gift.

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I’m nearing the end of my little series on verses that I love, and I’m finding that I need more than fourteen days in which to share them! Perhaps I can do this again another time. Thank you for joining me.

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer. ~ Psalm 19:14

This is a verse that my husband taught me. We discuss the Bible often. One day, I realized I didn’t know what his life’s verse was. He told me it was Psalm 19:14. As soon as he quoted it, I knew it was one I needed to learn because of my trouble with my words. As I thought about this verse, I realized that it says a great deal. I pondered it: “Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer.” If I could keep my words and my thoughts right, I wouldn’t sin! The Bible says sin begins in the heart, which is a metaphor for our minds. Of course, I can’t keep myself from sinning, but the LORD, who is my strength, and who has redeemed me from my sin, can do that. In fact, He has already done that! In His eyes, I am spotless. That doesn’t mean I’m free from care about my words or my thoughts, but it means I have Help. I don’t need to do it alone. Jesus Christ has conquered sin for me. I only need to rest in Him and depend upon Him for help.

Today, I want to remember to keep my thoughts and my words right in His sight. It’s a tall order for someone like me, but Christ is an all-sufficient Savior.

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Withhold not good from them to whom it is due, when it is in the power of thine hand to do it. ~ Proverbs 3:27

This is another verse that is special to me because of how God brought it to life in front of my very eyes.

During a time when money was particularly tight for me and Terry, my dad found a way to help us. It wasn’t anything huge to him, but it was to me. He heard me mention that I was hoping to buy an electric blanket sometime before winter got too severe. As we were loading up to go home after visiting them one night, he brought out an electric blanket, still in its package.

“I can’t take this; you just bought it!” I said.

“I want you to have it. We’re not using it.”

Then he said the words I’ll never forget. “The Bible says not to withhold good from someone if we are able to do it.”

I smiled and thanked him. I used that blanket for years, until the wires poked through the flannel in some places. My dad had been in heaven for several years when I finally had to part with it. Because I’m crazy and sentimental, I couldn’t bear to throw it out until I’d “bronzed” it. I told the story to my children and then had them pose with it. Here’s the photo, taken in 2011:

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I’m thankful for God’s Word; the only living book.

With love,

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Teach me thy way, O LORD, and lead me in a plain path, because of mine enemies.  ~ Psalm 27:11

I’m still counting down to Valentine’s Day (or, as I like to say, “Valerie Day”) by sharing a verse that I love each day until February 14. Thank you so much for joining me.

Today’s verse is one that I needed desperately when I was graduating high school. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life. I wasn’t short on ideas, in fact, it’s kind of a family joke that I wanted to do just about everything. I can still recall the pastor’s wife asking me when I was five years old if I wanted to be a Gospel singer when I grew up. (I’m sure she heard me prattling on about it at some point.) I confidently said, “Oh yes!” as though I had a contract in hand. And that was only the beginning! I dreamed of becoming a lawyer, judge, Congresswoman, librarian, bank teller, teacher, writer, doctor, and even an investment broker! I also wanted to be a wife and mother along with one of those careers. But those were just dreams. I never considered that high school would actually have the nerve to end! I mean, not till I was ready.

Graduation day was rapidly approaching and I began to worry. I wasn’t sure about anything except my salvation and the love of my parents. I talked about my future with Mom and Dad. We all prayed about it. I still had no peace. I did feel better when they told me that they wouldn’t kick me out the day after graduation. Phew! Big sigh of relief. They also helped me by narrowing down my options. They said, “You need to go to college, or get a job and a car. Take your pick.”

Okay. But which college? And what major? Or, what job? And where can I get an affordable car?

I still had more questions than answers.

That’s when I heard this verse during a sermon. To be honest, I don’t remember what Bro. Graham, my pastor, was preaching about that day. I only remember this verse. He read Psalm 27:11 and then commented, “David didn’t ask God for an easy path or a happy path, he just asked for a plain path. He asked the Lord to make it clear which path he should take.” That was it! That’s what I wanted to know, too! At the invitation, I all but ran to the altar and repeated David’s words. “Give me a plain path, Lord. Show me clearly what I should do.” I prayed that prayer many times in the following days.

And the Lord answered my prayer! There isn’t time to share every detail, but you can read about most of it HERE. 

I know it sounds trite, but God’s Word has every answer to every problem. All we have to do is read it.

With love,

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