Wednesday, September 30, 2009

13 years ago...I received a beautiful gift.

My firstborn was born 13 years ago. This precious bundle, with a head full of dark hair and a cry you could hear in the next state, became the love of my life. A scared, first time mommy, I was in love. She became my "baby doll" and I adored her.

She has led me on a merry chase through the years, for my girl is full of spunk, mixed with stubbornness, with a side order of adventure. She was NEVER still, NEVER quiet and NEVER wrong, or so she thought. The toddler years were tough, often being a battle of wills. I've always said that God has great plans for my little girl.

She loves music, all things Oriental and is crazy about soccer. She would have a house full of animals if I would let her and she is constantly drawing or writing stories. She is for now, and I hope it stays that way, known as the "nice girl" or "every one's friend" at school. I can't be disappointed with that. She is not afraid to stand up for her opinions and beliefs, she roots for the underdog and doesn't have to always follow the crowd. She is a deep thinker, a dreamer and a compassionate old soul at times. Can you tell that I am just a little proud?
I know the years ahead will have a few rocky patches, for I've never met a teenager who didn't attempt to spread their wings and demand independence before parents are ready, but for now I am going to soak in the beautiful relationship we do have.

So, as I am typing this, I have a few tears. I can't believe how the years have flown by. I look at my daughter now and search for my baby girl, for she is now a young lady. Among the hormonal outbursts, acne and bad hair day meltdowns, is a butterfly emerging from the cocoon. I just know in my heart she is going to be beautiful woman...
Thank you, Lord for Kayla. She is definitely one of the most precious gifts I have ever been given.

A few years ago, I was at youth camp and the worship leader had written a beautiful song for his baby girl. I have always felt like he was writing the words of my heart.

Be A Father To Her

When I see the light in her baby blue eyes
every star up in the sky begins to fade
When I hear her giggle or smell her soft sweet hair
My whole world unravels everyday.
But how can I protect her in a world that's gone wild
I can't seem to find the strength when I look inside of me
Lord I must release her into your tender care.
Will you hold her in your arms
As you hear this humble prayer?

As you are a father to me, be a Father to her
As you are a Savior to me, be a Savior to her
Let your light shine down on her, like You are shining down on me
Will you be a father to her as you are to me.

I'd thought I'd seen beauty, till I saw her first smile
And it warmed my heart like nothing else
When I see her in the morning, right before she wakes
Something in my soul begins to melt.
I know I can't save her from this life full of pain
But I would gladly take her place and every tear I would erase
Lord, I know you love her with a love so divine
For you sent your son to die, so she could know your life
Be a Father to her...
- Joel Engle

Happy Birthday, Kayla! We love you very much!

HELP! Is she really 13?!!!

Pray for me...

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

I may cry as I type and eat pie.

I have really been struggling lately. I know throughout the past months you probably picked up in a post here and there the signals of unhappiness at times. Let me start with, this is not a pity party post. I'm not in a state of depression I can't see my way out of. I have just been dealing with several issues that have left me frustrated on more than one occasion and I've have wanted to ask God, the "WHY" questions a lot.

I was humbled yesterday. Brought to my knees with a face full of pie. There wasn't a crowd to see. Nobody would have to know at all what I was thinking or feeling, unless I mentioned it. BUT I am a firm believer in learning from past mistakes. I believe that my life is a process of striving to be more like my Jesus everyday. Admitting how God has worked in my life, even when it hurts is a must. It brings peace knowing that by putting my "example" out there, it may serve as a reminder for other "pie eating followers," who are also striving for the same thing...

Anyway, here is the bottom line... after eleven years of being able to stay at home, I HAD to go back to work for a term. Unfortunately, the job market when I was looking for a job was scarce. So I found myself at a daycare/preschool. The truth is that I would love to be able to stay at home. I am a homebody. So I wonder if there will ever be a "perfect" job for "moi." The years I stayed home, I took care of kids besides my own, for a while, so I do love working with the babies. My problem is that I think I have lived in a bubble for a long time.

I was use to staying in the shelter of my home and church, never wandering too far. I knew of great problems, dealt with some of my own, yet had a great support system at all times. Bottom line...I HAVE BEEN BLESSED!!! I start work and all of a sudden I enter another world. Gossip, slander, selfishness, anger, words that make me cringe and just burdens like you wouldn't believe, became my reality. The weight of it all, leaves me wiped out on occasion. I pray as I'm going to work every morning that I can be a "light" among the hurting.

However, you and I both know, because I teach it to my kids all the can't be with people without them rubbing off on you just a little. I will hear myself talk sometimes and wonder who is talking. I look myself in the mirror and wonder who it is staring back at me. I've prayed for another line of work, a change. Something with less stress, more pay and a more positive attitude. His answer? Not yet. Yeah, I've been frustrated. "Walking in the light" can be so hard when one is so frustrated... does a frustrated heart even display light?

There has been an individual at work who has been dealt some hard blows. It shows, for anger seeps out of her daily. I cringe every time she talks, waiting for a questionable word to pass her lips... I HATE a potty mouth!!! For months now I have prayed for the situation. If I was going to have to work there for now, "PLEASE, Lord," could it be less stressful?!!! My peace was being interrupted!!!

Well I have an answered prayer to announce: my coworker found Jesus this past weekend! Let us all do the HAPPY dance! God does answer prayers...

But wait. This is where I have to be honest. This is when I have to say "Lord, I failed and I'm sorry." You see, I prayed everyday on my way to work for MY situation to get better. I prayed everyday, that "I" would be able to stay strong until God changes my course. I prayed that He would help ME ME ME...

I never prayed for salvation for my friend. What kind of light was I? As I sit here crying tears in my pie, I have a thankful heart that God loved her so much, He didn't need my help. Yet, I know HE is using this situation to remind me, that HE has a plan, even when I don't know what it is. I may not always be happy with what I am doing, yet I can find His peace in knowing He is walking every step of the way with me. I need to remember that He knows all, understands all and plans all...IT IS NOT ALL ABOUT ME!!!

Hence the humble pie. It is like watching your baby get the best gift ever, but you didn't help find it. It is like your mom putting your name on the card, when you had no part in sending it. It is like... I have extreme joy of my friend's wonderful news, yet I feel the deep burden of knowing I could have been praying, I could have been talking the talk and walking the walk, but I have just been too busy being frustrated.

This past weekend, my fortune cookie held real wisdom for me. I even posted about it. (Go back one post.) The point was that we may not always feel like we are living our dreams, we may not always understand God's timing, but we can find joy where we are at, in every moment.

I will still be dreaming of staying at home. I will still be listening for new opportunities. I will still be praying on my way to work that I can stand strong and shine bright. But, I am going to try harder to change the focus of my prayers. My day to day prayer life needs to be about more than "how to make Mich's life easier." It needs to be about His purpose, His calling, His strength and most importantly, instead of praying He change my circumstances, may He change hearts.

I was wondering, had a taste of pie lately? Are all of us really doing what we are called to do?
Well I know where I am going to start. I have another friend at work that doesn't know my friend, Jesus. Please help me pray...

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Wisdom in a cookie...?

Yesterday, we had lunch after church at the Chinese restaurant in town. It is my hubby and my kids favorite place to eat. We were eating with the music minister and his family and the guest speaker at our church. (You might remember me telling you that our pastor has left.)

The meal was good, as was the conversation. No big deal, in fact I am not even sure why I've typed up the details, since they really have nothing to do with my point... Oh well! Now that you know I had Chinese for lunch, you will understand the dessert.

A fortune cookie.

It is always fun, I think, to see the "wisdom" a little strip of white paper can hold. This particular cookie wouldn't let me down.

"The secret of happiness is not doing what one likes, but in liking what one does."

Hmm...I'll let you mull over that little tidbit this week.

I would love to know what you think.
Happy Monday!!!

Saturday, September 26, 2009

It is in my "I don't get it!" file...

1. Why do we only have pumpkin pie and sweet potato pie in the fall? Is there a law somewhere that says you can't go and buy a can of pumpkin and make a pie in the middle of springtime?

2. My daughter is taking gymnastics at school as her PE elective. She has taken dance, but never gymnastics before. She has certain things she has to perform before the end of the school year to pass the class. However, the teacher says if they have never done something before, they can't participate. If she and about 20 other girls in her class have never had gymnastics before, but can't try anything new, how will she learn the required jumps and bends to pass the class? I'm confused.

3. How come for years now I have ordered a milk with a value meal at McDonald's as the drink, due to the fact that my daughter HATES and will not drink soda, but all of a sudden last week they "can't do that?" I didn't argue...

4. How come kids can sit at the dinner table and say "I'm not hungry" yet raid the pantry 30 minutes later looking for a treat?

5. How come kids can be out late on a school night for football or another school activity, but can't go to church on Wednesday night to AWANA or Youth Group, because of homework or a test?

6. Why can't people just get along? Is it really that hard to be respectful of others at all times?

7. Why is it I can go all day Saturday and forget to stop and eat a bite if I am busy, yet every Sunday morning in the middle of church, my tummy decides to growl?

8. I can try something on in a store and think it looks great, but when I get it home and put it on I'm left wondering "WHAT WAS I THINKING???"

9. Why do people insist they called you, when we live in a "caller ID" world and you KNOW they didn't?

10. Why can I find a new product at Walmart, use it for a while, like it, then all of a sudden they don't have it anymore? Are they just trying to tease me? Are they playing a game?

11. During a parade...if all the police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks are in the parade, who is taking care of the town?

12. Why can't money grow on trees?!!!

13. Why if for years my parents would say "Ain't is not a word, stop using it!", they all of a sudden decide to put the word in the dictionary? I don't like the word. I just can't use the same reasoning my parents used for years...

14. How come a kid can be knock around silly in sports, but a sibling touches them, the tears flow?

15. How come my daughter can be on the computer for hours, with no problems, but yet when I am trying to upload pictures for an album, the "page expires" on me twice, interrupting my project unsaved?

Can you tell I'm frustrated at Walmart, computers, gym teachers and soccer coaches who "didn't" call? Can you tell I'm ready for the pumpkin pie?

Do you have anything to add to my "I don't get it file?" Please share... I would love to know I am not alone in my thinking.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Things that made me SMILE today...and soccer?

Today might have seemed like any other day, but for some reason there were several little "blessings" that came my way and put a smile on my face. I had a good day. Not because anything really incredible happened, but rather because there were lots of little candid moments that brought me great joy... Gotta love days like that!!!

And since I am all about sharing the joy, see if at least one thing on my list makes you smile...

- My allergies have been acting up again. Last night I started losing my voice. Tonight on the soccer field it happened again. Frustrating when you can't get the voice from within to emerge. Anyway, my son really hates anything that has to do with sickness, doctors, etc..., so he has been worried about me. Sweet huh? At 6:45 a.m. this morning I am rushing him around for school, when he stops and looks at me funny. Finally he announces, "Mom, I think you got the horse." I knew what he meant, but didn't have the heart to correct him, during his time of great concern. I giggled all the way to work. I love that kid!!! What a way to start the day!

- I am at work, when the mother of one of my favorite babies (oops! I'm not really suppose to have favorites!) brought in a zip lock bag full of what she called "Friendship bread." She said it was just because she "appreciates" me. That makes the heart sing, to feel appreciated for hard work. And let me tell you, the bread was downright yummy too! (Two smiles in one!)
- I got home and when I was putting down my purse, I saw a wreath lying there. OK, I have to be honest, this little blessing came yesterday, but it still makes me smile today. Yesterday, an older lady from my church stopped by and brought me a beautiful fall wreath for my door. Maybe it was a hint, because I hadn't had time to really dig the fall decor out yet, or maybe it was simply a kind gesture. Either way, I loved it and thought it was so sweet. Even better when she told me that she wanted to give it to me, because of the "great" job my hubby was doing. Can you say "beaming?"

-Soccer. I have to be honest and admit I did not want to go tonight. My son was with his Papa at the deer camp. My husband was at the high school football game and I was tired. But Kayla had a soccer game. It had rained them out all week and I wasn't looking forward to the soggy field and muddy shoes. But, after I got there and saw my baby girl having a blast at the sport she loves, well I couldn't help but smile and take a few pictures. Her excitement as we left the field was priceless. You know that hundred mile an hour bubbly rambling? I still laugh thinking about it.

- Taco Bell. After the game I asked Kayla what she wanted to pick up for dinner. She chose tacos. When we got to the drive through, there was a long line. In usual fashion I started to moan a little...when all of a sudden Kay says "Mom, I'm glad there is a line. Because I like talking to you and we do our best talking in the car..." Be still my heart. Did my baby girl just say she liked talking to me? I had to write this one down, so I can remember it as the teenage years go by, filled with the silent treatment. Wow! I'm still giddy. Oh Lord! Can I keep this moment forever?! PLEASE! Pretty PLEASE with a cherry on top?! Do they really have to grow up?

- I ended the evening watching a chick flick with my daughter and reviewing my day. And of course there was my favorite grilled steak stuffed burrito from Taco Bell to enjoy too. Mmm...

As I look back over my day, most of it was like any other day. I got up, went to work, came home and took care of the family. Yet, because of a few extra little things that splattered smiles around, it made an ordinary day, a good day. It leaves one thinking, that maybe I need to try harder not to let the day just slip away into ordinary, everyday. Maybe I should stop and enjoy the "moments" while they are there for the enjoying. Maybe I should go out of my way to share the love with others through gifts, hugs and words of confirmation. If I make a point to find "joy" in the little things each day, I think the smiles for everyone would be endless...

And now that I am finished preaching to myself, while beaming of course, I thought I would share a few pictures of my girl in action. Enjoy.

Oh, but wait! Since I am in the mood to share the smiles, take a look at this picture...

Along with being able to watch my beautiful girl in action, this is a picture of the SMILE God gave me. This is a picture of what the sky looked like at the soccer field tonight. It doesn't get better than that...GOD IS GOOD!!!
Here is hoping you have a weekend of smiles, candid blessings and a sunset of your own...
Happy weekend Everyone!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

It is that time again...

It has begun...

It snuck up on me, so I was a little surprised when it was announced. I knew it was on the way. I knew that it was just one more thing I would have to juggle dinner around. I knew that the house would soon be quiet in the early morning and just before dusk.

Yet, it still blindsided me.

How can that be? I've had over 16 years to get use to the idea. I've been prepared for this event yearly...

Today my hubby announces that his brother is coming in tonight from Houston. By himself. Why is my brother-in-law traveling by himself on a weekend back to Arkansas? It is simple.
Saturday is "work day" at the family hunting grounds.

Do you know what that means?

It means that it is the time of the year when my hubby and the menfolk in his family get ready to make "the camp" their second home. It means that I will not see my hubby in anything but camo unless he is at work or at church, for the next three months. It means that the quest for bragging rights becomes TIME consuming for the men in my life. It means I'm a widow for a time. Actually, I will lose a son for a season too...

Yep! Hunting season and the search for the big buck are about to begin.

The time of year I have to pretend I know what they are talking about, when they are cleaning the guns. The time of year when "Scent Away" laundry detergent replaces Tide. The time of the year when I have to listen to story after story about the "big one" that got away. Or the "monster" Uncle Tom shot. Or there is even Thanksgiving dinner held at the camp. (My kids love it!!!)

I guess I knew what I was getting into when I married him.

However, there is something about the whole hunting pastime that makes me want to go buy some new scrap booking supplies. Or read a good book. Or rent a bunch of girl flicks to watch with my daughter. Or go shopping? Anything but washing the dishes in the sink and tackling the mountain of laundry, camo included.

Hunting...Just one of the perks of living in the south, I guess. My husband sure spends a lot of time trying to "bring home dinner." (Of course I think it is easier and cheaper to just go to Taco Bell...)

Don't worry, I'll be sure to let you know if Hubby and Jr. shoot the BIG one. I know you will all be waiting anxiously. Shoot! I should probably even have a party and take lots of pictures... just as reminders in case I long for a few hours of quiet the other 9 months of the year! :)

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Peace giving...

I have been dealing with some uncomfortable situations lately. You know the kind where you are left feeling a little helpless, often speechless and questioning God's timing? Yeah, it has been a crazy few weeks...

Anyway, I went to youth group tonight. I had my pen ready, my Bible open and I was open to the possibilities of what God was going to tell me. I have to be honest, I started doodling a little about ten minutes in. And then I started wondering what I would cook for dinner tomorrow, or whether the kids would have soccer because it keeps raining and...

then I heard my hubby say this:

"Satan wants us to fear over the future, be angry over the present and have guilt over the past."

What?! All of a sudden my ears and eyes were open. My mouth was probably hanging wide open too, for I had just been slapped silly into recognizing what "my problem" has been lately. And it stung a little.

Fear? Yeah, I kind of think it and "worry" battle over being my middle name. Anger? Yeah, I've had a lot of that going on lately. Guilt? Will those crazy feelings of helplessness ever really go away?

Then I heard the second part of the message:

"But Jesus Christ only wants PEACE."

Again the power of the message of those few lines, had the ability to knock me senseless...or wait! Actually I think they knocked some "sense" into me.

Thank you, Lord. I know I am a continuing work in progress. I know there are days when I can't seem to let go of past mistakes and hang on to regrets. I know there are days when I just want to complain and sulk over unhappy present situations. I know there is great fear and worry that often hold me back on a daily basis from being the best I can be... But thankfully I know YOU are the PRINCE OF PEACE. You have peace gift wrapped and sealed with a bow. I just have to accept it...daily.

(Jesus said) "I am leaving you with a gift - peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid." John 14:27 (NLT)

Here's hoping you allow Christ to bring a little peace into your day!

"The Pole..."

For once my family left the house before me. I usually have to be at work by 7:00 or 7:30 a.m. every morning. But today Kev and the kids were rushing around for a special morning that comes around once a year in September. SEE YOU AT THE POLE.

There is something about the idea of a groups of students nationwide gathering around their school flagpole, in prayer, that gives me the shivers. What an awesome thought.

So as they are gathering with their classmates this morning, I'm going to remember them in prayer...

- may those that gather be a shining example for Christ to the rest of their school.

- may those that gather realize what a huge responsibility they have been given, as followers of Jesus. May they take that responsibility seriously in all they do... speech, actions, dress, etc...

- may those that gather have prayerful hearts, as they let their requests known to the Lord.

I would also like to pray for the requests that are on their minds this morning too...

- I pray for our schools. I pray for the teachers that have so much influence in our schools.

- I pray for the leaders of our nation. Whether you agree politically or not on all issues, they need our prayers.

- I pray for our churches. May they continue to grow and stand strong in a constant changing society.

- I pray for the kids, the next generation, that they will come to know, love and depend on the Almighty God.

So whether you were able to join the kids around a flagpole or simply can join me here at the computer this morning, please stop and take a moment to PRAY.

Happy Wednesday!

Monday, September 21, 2009

A laugh for Monday!!!

Last night our church service was cancelled, due to the fact that we had a reception all afternoon for our pastor and his family who are moving on to another adventure for God. We are sad, because we loved them dearly, but we understand better than anyone, the calling of the Lord.

Anyway, we were all tired last night, but got an invite to go and eat some gumbo at a friend's house. Not wanting to turn down the invitation, we went. I changed from my "lay around the house sweats" into some jeans that were hanging in the closet. I remember thinking, "Wow! Here are my favorites, why haven't I been wearing them lately?!" (You know the pair of jeans that are super soft to the touch from umpteen washings?)

Anyway, we had a good evening. The food was yummy. The conversation was great. End of story, right?


I decided to put the old jeans back on and wear them to work this morning. After all, they are my favorites. I went about my day like normal, when half way through the morning, my friend at work says "You know you have a rip in your jeans, don't you?"

OH MY! All of a sudden I remember WHY I hadn't been wearing those jeans. All of a sudden I remember the HUGE rip in the seat. All of a sudden I am wondering why I kept them?

All of a sudden I'm thankful for the big, long t-shirt I was wearing today and that I could change at lunch. Also thankful for the friend who told me...

Now I'm wondering if anyone noticed my BLUE underwear last night at dinner?

I may never know...

Well, at least I've had a good laugh on a Monday!!! :)

Anyone else had an embarrassing moment YET, this week?

Saturday, September 19, 2009

A Night Among Some Beautiful Stars...

One of my jobs, or I should say privileges, as a minister's wife, is planning a fun activity or two throughout the year for the girls at our church. Every year at the beginning of the school year we have a big lock in, a big welcome party for the new 7Th graders coming up into the youth group.

It is usually a theme party of sorts. Last year was a "princess" theme, with all the royal perks that go with it. This year? Hollywood. The seventh and eighth grade girls spent two hours at the church with a bunch of beautiful Godly women getting ready to "walk the red carpet" like the "stars" that they are. It was so much fun, playing dress up. Some of my friends set up shop fixing hair and putting on make up and just spending quality time with this young group of beautiful girls. After they were all fixed up they were introduced into the group as they walked down a red carpet.

We also had plenty of food, a craft (we "beadazzled" a hand mirror," a little dancing (even though we are all good Baptist girls!), a movie and loads of fun. The senior high girls joined us after the football game and we had a devotion time and a question and answer time. Our theme was Hollywood, but the main theme had to do with "walking in the light as He Himself walked in the light..."

We welcomed the young girls into the group, but we were also emphasizing that true beauty comes from the heart and that to really shine like a star, you want to follow Christ's example.

We had about fifty people there total. It was a great night! I am so blessed to be able to do what I do...

but I'm not getting any younger, which is why the lock ins only happen once a year for this old woman. I'm definitely "dead woman walking" today.

But I wouldn't change a thing!!! I love my girls! (The bonus is that now my baby girl is one of them too!)
Our seventh and eighth grade "stars" of the night.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

My Name...

My friend Erica over at Scottsville, ask me a question about my name. I started to leave my answer in the comments, but decided that there might be others wondering where my name came from and how it was pronounced. So, why not post about it!!!

My given name is Michele. I have had every kind of nickname that can go with it too. "'chele," "Meesh," "Shelly." My nephew even called me "Shelf" for a while. The other day at the daycare where I work, my hubby Kevin was there too. There is a little one and a half year old girl who is learning to talk and doing a good job of it. Her favorite game is saying every one's name. Of course they never sound just right and we enjoy laughing with her. I asked her to say "Michele." It unfortunately came out sounding like "hell." (I might just have to change my name!) The kicker is that when she tried to say my hub's name, it came out sounding like "heaven." Something so very wrong with that...

Anyway, the question of the day was about my nickname "Mich." I was given the name by my best friend in high school. Although I have a feeling the name "Michelle/ Michele" will be very popular in the next few years, due to our currant first lady, when I was a kid it was one of the most common names. I remember always having to go by my last name too in grade school, because I was never the only Michele in class. Sometimes there would even be more than two. My friend in school decided that there were too many Michele's and Shelly's, so she decided to call me something different. "Mich." It stuck. My sister and dad even started using it at times. (My mom believes that if she wanted you to be called by a nickname she would have named you that.) When my husband discovered it in college, he started using it too. I don't use it all the time, but those near and dear to my heart use it often.

It sounds like "Mitch," just without the "t." I've been answering to it for almost 25 years now, so I think I'll keep it.

What about you? Do you have a nickname that just kind of stuck? I would love to hear about it.

Oh, and by the way my name is spelled with one "l." It is not a typo. But that is another story in itself...

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Raining Random Thoughts...

Nothing much to say...

It is raining cats and dogs here. My son is about to go stir crazy. No basketball, no bike, NO RECESS!!! Yep! you heard it here first... my son says he is going to die if they don't have recess soon!

Someone swiped my umbrella at work. It was conveniently put back after I returned from lunch and errands and I was just a little on the soggy side.

In response to Kayla's countdown list from yesterday's post...there are a few songs on there that I don't recommend for "old" ears like mine. I listened to one the other day and the only positive thing I could say was, it was sung by a Christian group and there were no bad words. I guess if she needs to have a little edge to her music every once in a while, that is the way to go. I guess.

Had to pay bills today. Did I tell you it is raining outside?! Even the sky is depressed for me.

I bought groceries tonight. My cart was full, my wallet is dented, it looks like I could feed an us be out of milk tomorrow.

I watched the season premiere of "The Biggest Loser." I love that show, although I would like to take a bar of soap to Jillian's mouth!!! Nothing like watching people work out while eating a McDonald's chicken nuggets!

Well, that is all I got on this wet evening. Hoping for a little sun, before we all float away...

and before I have to plan a funeral for my youngest.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Kayla's Top 20 countdown...get ready to jam!.

See this young lady...Meet one of her best friends...

My baby girl LOVES her music. She gets it honestly, for her daddy has one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard. Between the two of them, there is constant music in our house. They may clash, butt heads and argue over many things (they are too much alike at times), but music will never be one of them. Unless of course she takes her dad's friend without asking...

then the battle begins!

However, because they share a love for different types of music (mom here would be happy listening to praise and worship ALL day long!!!), her dad has opened her world or I should say her ears to the limitless possibilities we now have to listen to in Christian music. I have to admit, I don't like all of them, due to the fact that I still don't think SCREAMING into the mic is my definition of praise and worship, but then who am I to judge? Especially when I think of what I use to listen to! At least she has choices...

I have to take my hat off to the Christian music scene these days. They have given young people today, choices. When I was a kid, it was either Amy Grant or Sandi Patti. As much as I loved those two artists, still do, they didn't fill my need to "rock out" like so many songs my parents moaned and groaned about.

I try not to moan and groan. After all, I still love me a good Bon Jovi hit every once in a while... (I was never much in to the heavy metal or rap scene) And she is really good about getting permission to put a non Christian song on her Ipod. But we still watch her pretty close.

Anyway, I thought it would be interesting to see what she rates as her faves. I wonder if we will agree on any of them?!

Here is Kayla's Top 20 countdown...although they are in random order. In other words it is "too hard to pick favorites Mom!" (In other words, it depends on the day and the mood!) So here are Kayla's recommendations for the young, or even the young at heart...

1. Breathe Your Life Into Me by Red. - this is a little on the "hard rock" side. A little edgy.

2. Give me your Eyes by Brandon Heath - I like this one.

3. Free to Be Me by Francesca Battistelli - I think she is a fun listen. I love this song too.

4. Anymore by Brooke Barrettsmith - I saw a promo video of her on YouTube and loved what she had to say about her faith and her songs. She is a rocker.

5. Not Afraid by Stephanie Smith

6. Superstar by Stephanie Smith

7. The Motions by Matthew West - I love this song. If you haven't ever seen the video or heard the story behind this song you need to. It is powerful.

8. Monster by Skillet - Not a favorite of mine. Very HARD and edgy.

9. Made to Love by TobyMac

10. You by 21:03 - pop, hip hop kind of song

11. Don't Waste Your Life by Lecrae - Rap. I'm not a fan of rap, but this song has a GREAT message.

12. East to West by Casting Crowns - Ahh! That's my girl!!!!

13. Boundaries by Kris Allen - No apologies, but we are American Idol fans, and loved Kris Allen.

14. Never Alone by Barlow Girls - not bad role models for a young lady.

15. Stand in the Rain by Super chick - we went through a stage when we heard this song OVER AND OVER AND OVER...

16. Frontline by Pillar

17. Definition of Me by Mandisa - not my favorite of her songs, but it has a great message.

18. Slow Fade by Casting Crowns - :)

19. Freedom Song by Mandisa - Kay and I belt this one out in the car all the time! Love us some Mandisa!!!

20. Tears of the Saints by Leeland - Her dad took her to their concert this past year and she has been a huge fan ever since.

Not bad, baby girl!

Do you know what your kids are listening to? Need any suggestions?

Learning to love...

I am a pretty easy person to get along with. Being a people pleaser by nature, or I should say birth, since I seem to come from a family of them, I pretty much come across as quiet, non judgemental or confrontational. Unless the mama bear in me wants to growl a little or I'm sitting in the underdog's cheering section. In other words, I am known to be an open and loving person.

Since we are friends here, I feel I must tell the truth. I can be a hypocrite at times. Yes, you heard me right. I am a HYPOCRITE!!!

I may know most of the right answers, church raised girl that I am, but I don't always make the right decisions. I may act like I'm living God's will, but I can wrestle with God, better than anyone. I may teach others the way, but walk a whole different direction sometimes. I'm just thankful that I serve a God full of grace, that is willing to reign me in when need be. Boy did He reign me in this weekend!

I've been dealing with a situation lately. Her name for this post is "Angry." This person is in my world. I like her. Yet, she is so full of anger, it seeps out daily and splatters everyone with it's venom. Have you ever met someone who holds grudges for a lifetime, has a gutter mouth, is selfish to the core and seems to have no joy in their life? Meet my friend Angry. Oh, she knows right from wrong. She will be in church on occasion. She can be a loyal friend, great mom and hard worker... yet, she can get on my nerves better than anyone. Have anyone in your world like that?

Now, I know the right answers. I know I'm to be the light in this situation. I know that I'm to be an example of patience, kindness, and everything else good and holy. And 75% of the time I think I am...or at least I ACT like I am. I am very good at "playing nice" when inside I want to shout "SELFISH!", "GROW UP!!!", and a few unmentionables... everyday I pray for this person to MY life would be made easier. (But hey, I'm not selfish!)

Fast forward to yesterday. I have had the stomach virus all weekend. Which, I'm thankful it wasn't the flu, like hubby, but I have still been miserable. Worst part? Missing church. I look forward to a little praise and worship on Sunday mornings. So, as the family left out the door, I grabbed a book I had found at a flea market the other day. Nothing puts a smile on my face quicker than finding a treasure at 1/4 the cost. This is what I found for $3.00...
Love me some Max. Wow! Does he have the gift of words! It seems God can use him to speak on my level over and over. Yesterday would be no different.
I'm flipping through, reading when I came to the story of the woman who anointed the feet of Jesus. Love that story. Love the many songs based on that part of scripture. The whole message of that passage I think is so beautiful. So as I'm reading, I'm excited...
until God decides to slap me with a little love learning of His own. I realized that every time I had read this story before, I pictured myself as the woman crying at Jesus' feet for forgiveness... the reality check, was that God was telling me that I was Simon in the story and truly had much to learn. (Read Luke 7:36-39, 47)
"A person who is forgiven little, shows only little love..."
Max worded it so beautifully for us...
"Simon, doesn't realize he is thirsty. People like Simon don't need grace, they analyze it. they don't request mercy; they debate and prorate it. It wasn't that Simon couldn't be forgiven; he just never asks."
How many times do I Miss Church Goer, forget to ask for mercy for even the little things? How often do I take for granted the grace given to me freely? I may be the woman anointing Christ's feet occasionally, but how many times am I Simon?
Too many.
I guess you are asking what this all has to do with my friend Angry. The overall lesson was about loving. After realizing that I was acting like a Simon lately, I read further and was hit over the head and dragged through this little treasure paragraph...
"Could it be that the first step of love is not toward them but toward Him? Could it be that the secret to loving is receiving? You give love by first receiving it?"
Huh? I do love God. What is He trying to say?
"Many people tell us to love, only God gives us the power to do so."
Hmm... in other words, instead of my praying everyday for my friend to shape up or ship out of my life, so to speak, I need to shape up and start loving right! Instead of praying for her to change, I need to pray that my attitude will change and therefore help her. I need to ask for the strength to be genuine in my love giving and not "fake it' because I know it is the right thing to do. This hypocrite needs to take a reality check on her own life and how she expresses love, before judging someone who may not even know how to love or the true definition of it.
Love. It is a four letter word that holds such power. It holds a lot of promise too.
"We love, because He first loved us." 1 John 4:19
In a world full of greed, selfishness, anger and pride, it is hard not to get our toes stepped on daily. In fact I have many "angry" people that cross my path on a daily basis. The important thing is to try and remember this... when we feel like we have fallen short in the "love one another" department...
when it seems like a love "we cannot produce,"
may we be reminded of "a love we cannot resist -
God's love."
Happy Monday!

Friday, September 11, 2009

More than written words in a textbook...

I was sitting at the table tonight with my daughter. She had what she called a "terrible" day (well actually she used a word I didn't like and I had to spend ten minutes getting on to her before our chat, but that is another story for another post.). Anyhow, she was chattering away about her day, going through her schedule, when something she said grabbed my attention...

"In Social Studies Mrs. P. talked about 9/11, but didn't show us any video because she said it was too graphic..."


I'm a mother who cares about what her kids watch, not to say I don't catch them sneaking in the cartoon network channel every once in a while. But I am a stickler for ratings and what I consider "appropriate" for their age. Call me old fashion. Call me a "mean" mom. Call me boring, but my kids know I have to check a movie out before they watch it... sorry "G.I. Joe" and 'Transformers," this mean mom didn't think you made the cut this year.

And before I go any further, I am not here to judge your parenting if your kids did see those particular flicks...not where I am headed with this at all. (Although I would like to ask the movie people why they don't think they could make even more money on a movie if they make it where it is enjoyable for adults and appropriate for kids at the same time?!!!)

Anyway, my point is this... Many of my kids friends and classmates went and saw the actioned packed movies. I know loads of teenagers that filled the theater to scream at the latest horror flick. I know children who sit in their rooms every night and "play" killing on video games. I know three year old babies who have witnessed more blood and gore on the big screen than my daughter has in thirteen years... so why would video of 9/11 be considered too graphic? Are we telling our kids that violence is alright as long as it is fantasy? That we can watch what ever we want as long as it isn't reality?

I don't know how you feel, but this is my opinion...

This generation is accused of being spoiled, of not knowing hardship, of taking freedom totally for granted. I believe in sheltering them from some things, but not at the risk of them not appreciating what they have been given and for those who risked everything to give that to them. 9/11 was a part of history. It was tragic. It was violent. It was earth shattering. It was life changing.

Yet, I don't want it to become just written words in a textbook for my daughter, who was only almost five and doesn't remember anything about that day, to read. I had studied about the World Wars in my history books, but until I watched "Saving Private Ryan" as an adult, I never really visualized or respected what my own grandpas went through in war.

Too graphic...

This mom doesn't think so... for once I think my children should know and "visually" understand what happened eight years ago. It needs to be remembered as more than just another story on a page. Sometimes we need to be a little scared, and left speechless. Sometimes tears are needed. We need to know where we come from as a country, in order to make the right decisions in the future.

Last time I checked, my kids were the future...

Prayers go to all the families who lost precious loved ones that day. Time heals, but I know hearts are still breaking even today.
Thanks goes to everyone who risks their lives everyday, for freedoms we often take for granted.
Most of all, thank you, Lord, for being a tower of great strength and our refuge in times of trouble. Amen.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

A sweet perfume...

It seems by today's standards, the mark of true success, is if you have a perfume named after you. Every Christmas, I will see the new little gift sets brightly packaged, with famous names of celebrities splashed over the bottles. Advertisements are found everywhere for the world to see. It is a big seller. A huge market. People want to smell good.

I personally have been using the same perfume for 13 years. Love it, and everywhere I go people comment on it, so why change a good thing, right? By the way, since I know someone is bound to ask, I use "Dazzling Gold" by Estee Lauder.

Anyway, here is the thing. I'm doing some reading today and found this little treasure in the Word...

"For we are to God, the fragrance of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing." 2 Corinthians 2:15

Say what? I am a perfume? Representing Christ?

Powerful words if you really let them soak in.


As I look back at my day, I have to wonder how I smelled??? Did I look right? Was I a selling point for Christ? If He put me as a sample of Him in a magazine, would anyone even stop to check Him out? Would my aroma please Him?
Unfortunately, I think I had a few stinky moments, today. Moments that could be considered anything but fragrant. I don't think I always send that sweet aroma to my family, my coworkers, my church family and even strangers like I should. I think I will take a shower in His grace, and drench myself in His love and try to start over at this smelling good stuff.

What a potent little verse, but how beautiful the message. How I would love to be considered a beautiful fragrance...

As you and I go about our day tomorrow, dear friends, here's praying we all make an attempt to SMELL real good for Him!!! :)

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

A FAITH reminder...

"By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God's command..."

I am thankful that I serve a powerful God, who not only created me, but loves His creation.

Hope you have a great day, resting in the knowledge that you were created and are loved with purpose...

Thanks for the continued prayers.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Can I get a little help from my friends? Before it all comes out in the wash?

I have a problem.

I hate doing the laundry.

We are not allowed to use the word "hate" around our house...but I honestly can say "I hate laundry!!!" If I could afford to buy a new outfit for every day for the rest of my days, I would. Or if I could afford for someone to do my washing and drying and folding and putting away for me, well that would be great too.

I just have a second problem...

I'm broke. There is no room in the budget for a servant girl for Mich. Believe me, I've crunched the numbers in hope plenty of times. I get the same answer every time... Mich, you are stuck doing the laundry, like every other good wife and mom. UGH!!!

Today I spent my whole labor day, laboring. If you have read my previous posts, then you know I have a very sick hubs in the house. I did my best on conquering my mountain today, on the off chance, that I catch the dreaded "bug" myself. (As of right now, I'm still feeling fine, but thanks for asking.) Five loads later, I'm still not finished and I realize something has to be done. I am getting "sick" and tired of doing the laundry, flu or not!!!

So, I decided to ask all of you, my good friends for a little help. If I had the money I would fly you here to help me out, but I guess I will have to settle for a little advice instead. PLEASE let me know how you keep on task and on top of the laundry at your house. I'm always curious how others with very active families (my son changes clothes more than once a day!!!) and teenagers (my daughter, with the clothing laying all over the room, clean and dirty mixed together!!!) and husbands (who like to leave their socks by their chair in the living room.) accomplish the never ending task of washing. Any advice on how this very disoraganized mom can better conquer this mountain, would be appreciated!

My second question is this...

Part of my problem is that my washer and dryer are in the hall. I don't have the luxury of a laundry room with a door, where "piles" can stay hidden. In fact you have to walk in front of my appliances to get to the hall bathroom. What a welcomed sight for visiting guests. I've thought of putting some kind of armoire in the hall and fill it with hampers. But other than that I'm out of ideas. Any suggestions? I would love to hear them and all the ways you keep your dirty duds organized...

So, come on friends, send this very frustrated mommymaid, some much needed advice and a few secrets of the trade. Thanks!!!

On a side note... thanks for all your sweet wishes and prayers for Kevin. I think we are over the worst, but he still is not feeling up to his old self. Tomorrow is going to be hard, for we will be heading back to work and school and he has to stay home, by his self. If you know my hubby, he doesn't like sitting around doing nothing and certainly not alone. Now we are just praying the rest of us don't get it. Thanks again for the prayers!

Sunday, September 6, 2009

The "bug" comes calling...

I guess it doesn't pay to be Mr. Nice Guy sometimes. Well at least my hubby keeps on earning jewels in his crown even if he feels unappreciated around here on earth. Kevin has the flu.


After making two different trips to Walgreen's and waiting over forty-five minutes, I finally got him some meds. He is camped out in the living room, going between chair and couch. I'm stocked with Lysol and chicken noodle soup. We are making it. Praying the rest of us don't get it, yet feeling like walking time bombs, while we continue with life.

I'm mean mom right now. A friend just called to ask Jordan to spend the night. I was going to let him, I just thought the little boy's family had a right to know what we are dealing with on the home front right now. His mom didn't want to risk it. Now my little boy is mad at me. It is so hard being "mom" sometimes. Some parents wouldn't have cared, but I knew this one would and she would have made a big stink about it too, if her little boy caught the flu from us. I didn't want anything to affect their friendship, but unfortunately my son can't see the "whole" picture. Oh well...

On another line of thought, my pastor resigned today after being here for eleven years. I knew it was coming, in fact that has been one of the issues that has affected my mood lately. I've been in this situation before, twice. It is hard on the families of the other ministers left behind, because it is a very stressful time for the ministers. A lot of praying has been going on around my house lately, as it should be.

Thank you for your prayers...

Friday, September 4, 2009

Bragging Rights!

I'm going to brag a little.

I work at a daycare/preschool. I'm the teacher/caregiver/primary hugger of the newborn room. I love holding the babies. I love the baby smell, cuddling them close and rocking. There are days when I truly love what I do. There are days I am just thankful for the paycheck. And there are days when I just have no desire at all to be there!!!

Today was one of those days. I knew it could be a little crazy with all the sickness going on around town. Turns out I was right. Two of our teachers went home sick today. One teacher's little one is in the hospital. One teacher was already sick. One sub had to leave early due to school, one lady already had a scheduled day off and our director is on maternity leave after just having her baby last Monday. Crazy, huh? I ended up having to be in charge of both my class and the next one up and lunches for the preschool, with only one lady to help me.

It was a crazy situation, so I did a crazy thing. I called this guy...

Yep! That is my hubby. My supporter and best friend.

How many wives can say their hubby was willing to go rock a baby for them? Who can say their hubby not only rocked and fed babies, but helped clean the kitchen area and washed dishes at their work place? Would your hubby drop what he was doing on his day off to help you out of a bind at work?

I hope your answer would be yes to all of those, for I certainly know the blessing of having a hubby with a big servant's heart, and I wish that for everyone. Sorry, if I seem to be bragging a little, but I think he deserves it today.

One of the ladies I work with, who unfortunately has been going through some marital problems, said "One of these days I will find me a good man like that." Kevin heard and replied, "I not necessarily good, just trained!" :)

Thank you Lord for providing me with a mate who supports me in all I do, both on the good days and the bad. I'm very blessed.

***Please continue to pray for the people of our town, as sickness continues to spread.***

Thursday, September 3, 2009

A Few of My Favorite Things...

Last January I wrote a post about a few of my favorite treasures around my house. Since I did not know many of my blog friends then, I decided to share with you parts of that post. I thought you might enjoy learning a little more about "moi."
Just remember, the pictures were taken around Christmas last year, hence the Christmas decor in a few of them.
If you know me well, then you know that I love things that are dated with their own story to tell, so hopefully you will enjoy this little tour with me...

There is no significance to the order they fall, for I have too hard of a time choosing favorites, but I thought I would number them so that it would read better. So here we go...

1. On both sides of the big window in my dining room I have picture shelves. One side is my family (seen above) and the other side is Kevin's family. They just aren't any family photos, but rather great black and whites of my our grandparents, our parent's wedding, old baby pictures, etc... I love this. I love old pictures of my family and the stories they hold. The two top pictures are my all time favorites. They are of my grandmothers ( the baby in one is my mom) and I think they were beautiful!

2. Read the wooden says "BLESSED." I am, with two terrific kids. My sister gave me a very special Christmas gift one year. She put my kids baby clothes in frames. So instead of them sitting in an old box somewhere, they became art. I love the memories they hold. I still remember bringing Kayla home from the hospital in the crocheted outfit and that Winnie-the -pooh pacifier was a constant pal for Jordan his first year. It is so hard to believe they were ever that small. Time flies. Thanks Sis, for a great gift! I treasure this.

3. My clock. I use to live next to a gift shop. I loved that gift shop and all the wonderful treasures it held. One day they got these beautiful clocks in. I loved them, but never could find the extra money to buy one. One Sunday at the church we were going to at the time (my husband was a minister there) they called me up front. It was my birthday and they had a special "birthday wish" for me. It turned out to be the clock! I cried and I'm not a public crier. They just wanted to do something special for me, for my birthday in appreciation for all I did for them and for supporting my husband with his ministry. I will always treasure this. Not only is it beautiful, but it reminds me of the feeling of "being appreciated," something we all need once in a while.

4. This plate belonged to my Granny. It hung on her wall in her living room for as long as I can remember. She was a collector of "treasures." She would go from garage sale to yard sale to auction, in search of what she considered to be a treasure. I have several of these treasures, several which I will show you pictures of, but this one has an unusual story with it. Actually, the plate and my Grandmother are not really why I love this plate... it actually has to do with my Grandpa and how I acquired the treasure. I love plates, especially "pink" plates (I'll explain that later) and my whole family knew I loved dishes, old dishes with pink flowers on them. I was sitting in my Grandpa's living room one afternoon, admiring that plate (my Granny had passed away a few years earlier and he had remarried) and a thought crossed my mine. I would like to have that plate "one day" since it was PINK and was my Granny's. So, I talked to my Mom about it and together we asked Grandpa if "one day" I could have it. He smiled, walked into the living room, took it off the wall, went and dusted it off and handed it to me, saying "Your Granny would have loved for you to have it. Take it now, so it will for sure be yours." I was flabbergasted that he did that. Yet, I loved him to death for it. I will not say anything more about it, but my family knows NOW, why he did what he did. Thank you Grandpa Sib! (I wish I had asked for more!!!)
5. Another PINK plate! However, this is the plate that started my whole obsession with fine china, pink roses and dishes in general. When I was a little girl, we would visit my Aunt Fay (by the way she is now 97 years old or is it 98?). Actually she just turned 99!!! Anyway, I was drawn to her china cabinet and these beautiful dishes that she had. I would always tell her how beautiful they were and that one day, I too was going to have some rose dishes like her. When I got married in 1993, she had a box waiting for me. Inside was her rose dishes. She had never had kids and knew I would be the one to "appreciate" them. She was right, for I have really treasured them through the years, even collecting pieces to go with them, doing my own "treasure" hunting. My Aunt Fay was and still is a very loving, generous lady and I love her. I am thankful for that box of plates and look forward to passing them on to my daughter one day along with stories of our dear Aunt.

6. These glasses were "Granny Treasures." She found them at different yard sales through the years, collecting 13 or 14 of them. When my cousin, my sister and I were younger she had asked us what we wanted out of her treasures. My cousin chose her china, my sister chose coca cola glasses (she was VERY young) and I chose the green glasses. (I already had my sights on the rose china!) Sure enough, when I got older, the green glasses became mine...well that is with the exception of half of them. I ended up sharing them with my sister, who as a young adult realized she didn't think the coca cola glasses were that big of a deal after all. I've had many people tell me the glasses are worth something and I have to agree. Of course, I'm not talking about money. To me they are treasures of the heart, reminders of my Granny.

7. I have also gained some real special items from my husband's side of the family. One of my favorites is this old trunk. His MeMe gave it to me a few years before she passed away. She knew I liked "old junk" as she liked to put it. She was right, I do like old junk when it was something like this. The story behind this old trunk goes something like this: When Kevin's grandparents first got married, a carpetbagger came to stay with them. He asked if he could leave his trunk with them and he would send for it later. They never heard from him again. It had been in her wash house for years, forgotten. Not only do I think this trunk is special because it is really old, but I love it because out of all her children and grandchildren, Me Me chose to give it to me. I really loved that lady!
8. Another favorite thing of mine belongs to my son. It was given to him by his Papa, my father in law. Jordan is his only grandson, so although he is the youngest grandchild, this is his treasure. I love it. It is a miniature roll top desk, with a matching chair. It was my father in law's when he was a boy. Isn't it cute? Papa is in his late 70's, so that will tell you how old this little set is. I hope Jordan will one day appreciate it as much as his mom does. In the meantime, I think I will treasure it for him.

9. This chest belong to my dad. My Grandpa Jack built it when he was young. (don't worry, Dad, I won't say how long ago that was!) The story behind this chest is that my dad got it when he got married. It has been all over the world and one day, while my family was having a yard sale in Thailand, my parents discussed selling it. I threw a fuss. If they didn't want it anymore, than I did. I guess even then, I loved pieces of furniture with history. Well, as you can see, I ended up with it. It has been in my bedroom, my kitchen and now my dining room. I love this old piece of furniture. It has history. It was made by a man I adored for a man I love dearly. Thanks Dad, for letting me keep it.

10. I guess I will end my list here for tonight. Believe me, I could go on and on... there is Granny's mickey mouse cookie jar, Nanny's salt and pepper shakers and glass jars, my table from Aunt Fay, my quilts... as I said I could go on. Maybe I will have a part two sometime. If you are interested let me know.

For now, let me tell you about this bowl (sorry about the dust on it, I guess it's time to do some cleaning!). Anyway, when I got married, I received a package in the mail. It was from my step grandmother, who lived in Oregon. My grandfather had died a few years before and the honest truth is that I only met her a few times in my life. She was always good about sending me stuff on the special occasions. I did not expect this. It was an heirloom. Evidently, it belonged to my great grandmother, one of the few things they still had of hers. I was honored and still am. Although, I am the oldest "granddaughter," I was surprised she chose me to give it to. Maybe an angel whispered in her ear that I like that "old junk." My step grandmother died not to long ago. I probably sent her a thank you card, like I did everyone else who sent my a gift on my big day, but I kind of wish now I had said more. Somehow, sometimes, "thank you" doesn't seem quite enough.

Well, I hope you enjoyed my tour of favorite things. Maybe we can do it again soon. I really do have a lot of treasures and junk and stuff! My daughter asked me one time why I liked "old" things... I really had to think about it for a while, in fact I'm still not totally sure I know the answer. I will say this: there once was a young girl, who moved her whole life. Although she wouldn't change her travels and past experiences now for anything, I think that young girl always longed for that place called "home." Her grandparents and other relatives represented that for her, and all the memories that go with them. Hence, a love for the old, with a story to tell.

These treasures that I have are only "things." It is actually what these things represent and the memories they hold that make them special. The Bible says "where your treasure is, there your heart is too." I agree with that. I'm thankful for the people who have gone before me in my life, who have raised me, loved me and showed me Christ. I've been blessed with a wonderful family, a great life. I'm thankful for all the souvenirs I've been given to remind me of those blessings.
What about you have a "favorite thing?"

Prayer for my little town...

It has come to my little town. And it has hit hard.

The flu. The swine flu. Strep Throat. All of it.

It is scary. It is too early in the year for all this mess.

Our hospitals are full. One school (not where my kids are at) had 17% of their students out Monday with the flu. The lady I work closely with, spent the night at the hospital last night with her two year old. It is close. It is no longer just a news headline for our town.

Please pray for us...

It is hard not to worry. It is hard to continue going about our day to day tasks and not keep our children at home. It is hard not to be worried for friends who are already dealing with it. Times like this I envy the bubble boy and his bubble.

I'm just thankful for a God who can bring peace during turmoil and strength during our weaknesses and great healing that gives hope.


Wednesday, September 2, 2009

It was one of "THOSE" kind of days!!!

Ever had one of those mornings when you woke up to Mr. Alarm Clock, you were swearing to yourself that you had just closed your eyes for the night?

Ever look in the mirror first thing and wonder if the flatiron is a magical device, because you are going to need it...?

Ever had one of those days when your face looked like a pizza? Whoever said teenagers are the ones with acne, lied!

Ever have one of those days at work when you left for lunch, everything seemed fine, but when you returned, you realized chaos exploded while you were gone?

Have you ever had one of those days when you were accused behind your back of causing trouble, told you were going to probably get a "call," only you never did, and you are left wondering what is really going on and who is telling the truth? (Confused? I am. Although, there was a little excitement in me for just a moment...I've never been accused of being a troublemaker! Well, unless you consider grade school tattletales by my sister. Hey Amb! Thirty something years later and the truth finally comes out...)

Have you had one of those days, when you come home from work and your daughter is chatting away on the phone and you find the dog has crated herself, for the mess she made, because telephone girl is "tied up?"

Have you ever had one of those days when your daughter finds out that her first soccer practice is actually a scrimmage and will be tomorrow night, which means she needs shin guards and soccer cleats tomorrow night too? I thought I had at least a week to shop!!!

Ever find out that there is an outbreak of the flu in town and the lady that you work with calls you to tell you that her two year old is being admitted into the hospital tonight?

Ever had a day when you felt pulled in umpteen directions? Sign him up for AWANA. Get my Sunday School material for Sunday. Pick up Kayla's friend for church. Do what hubby asks...

Have you ever had one of those days when you just want to crawl in bed and ask everyone and everything to kindly leave you alone?

Once a month, I have one of those days. It is one of those days when my children know to run for cover. It is one of those days, when pushing mom's buttons is not a wise choice. It is one of those days when the simplest of tasks seems overwhelming. It is a day when emotions run rampant. It is one of those days when nothing will make it better...

except maybe this...

Oh, the power of sugar and carbs!

And yes, I ate every bite by myself!!! (Honestly? Kayla had two out of eight.)

But hey, I deserved it. It was just one of those days! And don't even try to tell me otherwise...not today,anyway!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


I have another picture to share, but as we have all figured out, I can't seem to stay "wordless" in order to truly participate in the usual Wednesday activities. Oh well!

Anyway, as I have already shared, we had a mission project Saturday. There happened to be face painting involved. My daughter thought it would be neat to get a "K" on her cheek...

Until Saturday afternoon...

Can you see it? Look real close. Kayla got a little sunburned. When you discover what I am referring to, the giggles will come. I laughed so hard, for it was even brighter and more noticeable from my stand point. She wouldn't let me post it Saturday, for she was mortified...but now she thinks it is hilarious. I told her she was branded...
Happy Wednesday!!!