no one deserves it more...

I'm so happy for my sister! Today she was notified that she won a contest that entitles her to go to Kentucky to see Wynonna Judd's Christmas concert on December 18th. She will get to meet her and she gets 6 tickets! You must understand something. My sister LOVES her more than any other musician. (She compared it to me meeting and going to lunch with Beth Moore.) I will never forget the summer when she (and I) listened to one of her c.d.s (actually it was probably an album or tape) over and over and over again.

She had to send in an essay about her favorite Christmas memory. I have not read it and didn't even know she wrote it until today. She told me Wynonna will read it during her concert!

I would love to join her, but it looks like all of the tickets are accounted for. That's one of the joys of being in a big family! I could not be happier for my sister, DeNaze! No one deserves it more than her! She is probably the most generous person I know!


When I hear her sing the above song, it makes me want to think of some way to get there!
I'm so excited for her!
Thank you for sharing in the excitement!
Praise God for being SO good!
Love,
Angie xoxo

12-4-07 ***UPDATE***
My sister gave me permission to add this. It's the essay that won her the tickets to "meet and greet" Wynonna . Apparently the concert is sold out so she will only get 2 front row tickets. The plan is for her to take her daughter, Rebekkah! I can't think of anyone more appropriate to take...


"Family traditions are wonderful, I know because I grew up in a large
family that had many, especially during the holidays. When I raised my
daughter as a single parent, though, I often worked as a nurse's aide
on Christmas Eve or Christmas day, which used to sadden me. We had
very few Christmas traditions as she grew up except that we were
always with family. One year she was with my brother and his boys on
Christmas morning. Because it was impromptu, he didn't have a stocking
for her. He managed to produce an old black tube sock on which he
wrote her name in glitter and filled with candy. Over the years, she
had different stockings because of different reasons, of course, that
one being her favorite. Traditions are nice, they provide a certain
stability and memories, of course. But honestly, I have learned that
the one constant in life is change and being flexible and appreciating
what little you may have is the only way to get through life. People
have died in our life, babies were born, nothing stays the same and as
long as we realize this, we make the most of every day. That is the
tradition I have tried to instill in my daughter. Live and love, each
day, as if it were Christmas."