About Lis

Chip Morgan looked out of his dorm window and asked his roommate Who’s that short, brown haired girl who Cindi’s with? Danny shrugged. I’ll find out.  We talked of marriage on our first date. People say that there’s not a one & only when it comes to love, but the two of us are meant to be. Even on the rare occasions when I really can’t stand him, I remain smart enough to know that I can’t live without him!  He found out after he married his dream girl, that she was a damsel in distress and it took unwavering courage to stay around to fight for the deeply troubled girl that he’d pledged himself to love through the good and the bad. Thirty two years later and my Chipper still rides a white horse-I LOVE him crazy..

Son, Joshua, 30, skipped a grade and already had a degree in anthropology by age twenty.  He had a life long desire to be in the medical field so with a second degree at 23, he’s following his dreams as a Pediatric ICU nurse.  He’s married to bonus daughter, Nikki Jones Morgan, an accomplished ER nurse.  We could not have picked a more beautiful girl for him! Peter Pan & Tinker Bell have a room in their home that’s wall to wall toys; when I see them playing video games, snuggled on the couch with their comic books, I just giggle at this match made in Heaven!

Daughter Jena, 28, was in nursing school and leading our youth ministry when Mama called to tell me about this adorable, Dove winning pianist, Scott McDowell, who’d recently left Brian Free & Assurance & settled down at their church. I conned Jen into accompanying me to S.C. for an event after talking to Mama & doing a thorough Google search about him! Before they ever spoke, he played for Jen to sing REVELATION SONG. They were married a year later and presented us with Princess Selah Annalise, the most beautiful beautiful baby girl on the planet, according to my eyes anyways!  🙂

I’ll write about our foster children. Tammy, who lived with us off and on for more than 10 years, kids of all ages who we had a week, a month, and most notably, our long term foster sons in New Zealand, Aaron and Walt.  My Chipper and I do everything a little differently than the norm. We were forty when we made the decision to become missionaries.  Chip’s dad begged us to buy a motorcycle to get through the mid life crisis, anything but sell everything we had, leave our families, uproot two teenagers, and go to that little place over by Australia. 🙂 But, we knew GOD was calling us to it and so we did within a year. We had a lot of faith and a some stupid thrown in there, too.

Shortly after we moved, GOD upped the ante. Through unforeseen circumstances, the brothers, 10 months apart, 7 and 8, needed a home. I don’t know why we thought we needed to get involved, but we did and having the boys was one of our greatest adventures. We’ve been back here for six years, but Mum still misses her boys. I left a part of my heart in New Zealand, with the boys and the rest of our WHANAU (family) so as you read my posts, you’ll find that I still pine for our life there, just as I longed for our life here-while we were living there. Did that make sense? 🙂

You’ll read about my Mama and Daddy, my three sisters, nieces and nephews, in-laws, friends, music, books, movies & church folks. I’m a preacher’s kid turned preacher’s wife; always been in the fishbowl & known to be Dangerously Transparent. When your life is see though-there’s a tendency to disguise who you are. Pastors and their families have many ridiculous expectations on them and there’s no way to reach them-but most feel compelled to try. Over time, the pressure has a way of making the fishbowl murky and if we aren’t careful, we start to flounder. (Get used to word plays because I can not carry on a conversation without them.) I got tired of swimming in the cloudy muck and decided to CLEAN my bowl. I stopped adding all of the FAKE chemicals and started being the REAL me. 

That grueling process began after Little Miss Perfect’s cracked life began to fall apart. Only my Chipper knew about the dark years when I’d been molested by a family friend (serious oxymoron) for three years. On the outside, I appeared to be an extremely confident, happy over-achiever, but when the lights went out and I lay in the darkness unable to sleep more nights than not, the other girl took over when no one was watching.  A sad, conflicted, confused child, who didn’t know what to do with unresolved rage and misguided guilt.  I loved playing with Barbies and paper dolls. One day as I was talking with a therapist, she explained that my dolls had been a way for me to play dress-up. It made sense. Lots of sense.

What brought me to the point of knowing I needed a therapist, you wonder. F.E.A.R. One night, the broken girl part unleashed a fury so intense that she nearly took my life- a memory that makes my blood curdle even after many healthy years. Traveling through the dark years was an excruciatingly painful journey, if I told you anything but, it would be a lie. But, I found my healing after years of debilitating depression and today, I bring you the sad story of a happy girl. Some scars don’t fade completely as it is with mine. But, they remind us that by GOD’S grace, even the deepest wounds DO heal!

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jan Standridge
    Oct 23, 2010 @ 11:31:08

    You are an amazing work, young lady. Seriously, you are among my favorite writers. I believe you are a huge talent yet to be discovered. Your craft with words places you on a level with people like Gloria Gaither…and even Nicholas Sparks. I can hardly wait to see what is going to unfold for you in the near future.

    By the way, I LOATHE talking on the phone, as well…but I love talking to people:)

    My love always,
    Jan

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  2. Jeniffer Aranas-Cebula
    Dec 01, 2010 @ 07:39:02

    Great work Lisa. I love reading your blog…

    Love, Jen

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  3. RozeXpression
    Jan 03, 2011 @ 06:00:48

    wow .. i especially love that you travelled back to that place of pain and found healing on the way up … i so hear you 😀 love it

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  4. Sara
    Dec 25, 2011 @ 17:21:39

    Was Kenny your boyfriend? He is, well was, my uncle.

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    • dangerouslytransparent
      Jan 04, 2012 @ 11:54:45

      Yes, Sara-your Uncle Ken was my first serious boyfriend. We dated for over a year and as much as 16 year olds can be “in love”- we were. Ken was such a caring young man, very generous-often times far too GENEROUS for his own good and his death remains one of the most traumatic events of my life. Hardly a day passes that something doesn’t remind me of him. Dawn and Matt (are you Matt’s daughter?) were dear to me back then as were Lulu & Wallace and I look back at my time with Ken’s family as some of my most special moments. I am so glad that you contacted me and would love to see pictures of you and your family. Fondly, Lis-)

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      • EC
        May 10, 2017 @ 02:39:25

        How surprising to find this tonight. Just today I was copying of photos and see a picture of us (unless I am mistaken) dressed for what looked to be a prom. Ken was a longtime classmate and my best friend growing up, and we spent many days and nights at each other’s home, but I graduated a year early and was no longer at Winyah that fateful senior year. Eric Cox… Do you remember me?

      • dangerouslytransparent
        May 01, 2018 @ 22:32:16

        I certainly remember you, Eric! You were the guy who took me to the prom after Ken and I broke up those few weeks. A few years ago I was visiting my family in South Carolina and recognized your sister, Suzette. I asked about you;if I am not mistaken, she told me you were living overseas, teaching? I don’t blog consistently since we moved to Africa, so this was an unexpected note to receive. I hope that you are doing well and would like to hear more about what you are doing these days!

  5. Foote Hooper, M. D.
    Jul 28, 2013 @ 23:15:26

    Read ur comments on Georgetown- I knew Lulu, Wallace, Dawn, Matt n the rest. I didn’t know the details of Ken. Thanks for sharing.

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