We have an ant infestation. I am not a bug lover. OF ANY KIND. However, they have decided that like me. Not quite sure what I did to deserve all the attention they have lavished upon me, but, I Wish I knew, so I wouldn't do it anymore.
Reason number 156, 678, that I would love to move. I keep finding cute little houses, that would be just right for our little family. Alas, money is tight, so I forced to pray for a miracle from the only ONE who truly gives them. After all, everything belongs to HIM. The weather, THESE ANTS (by the way God, you can keep them :), thanks for the little precious things, but I like them from a distance), and the house that we want. So I will wait on HIM.
I know HE is leading us somewhere. Right now, I feel like we are at a standstill. The ants scurry to and fro across my desk, hunting crumbs (and whatever else it is ants look for). I kind of wish I could talk to them. Ask them if they are ever concerned about where THEY are going..or if they just GO? Alas, I can't speak "ANTANESE". However, there is someone who I can talk to.
I guess, I need to learn, that it's not all in WHERE YOU ARE GOING, but in the WHO YOU ARE FOLLOWING!
By the way, anyone want to kill my ants? There is also a mouse under my sink cabinet. He sounds big. I HOPE, its only a mouse. I refuse to check, lest it be something worse. Cookies awarded to anyone brave enough.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
6:00 all is well!
Baroooo Barooo...I remember that so well, from my book on tape of Daniel.
It's past 6:00 and all is well! The landlord is being patient with the rent. Isn't God great??? When we start to wonder just what God has planned, he lifts up His children with His blessings!
DH starts work at Walmart tomorrow. I know, not the most wonderful job out there...but to US...it's WONDERFUL..and we are filled with excitement about payday.
It's past 6:00 and all is well! The landlord is being patient with the rent. Isn't God great??? When we start to wonder just what God has planned, he lifts up His children with His blessings!
DH starts work at Walmart tomorrow. I know, not the most wonderful job out there...but to US...it's WONDERFUL..and we are filled with excitement about payday.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
In what so ever state.
I had it all planned out.
I would marry the perfect man. He would be gentle (ALWAYS), kind, and thoughtful. He would always open my car door, pull out my chair, and help me on with my coat...and NEVER forget. He would be a rich rancher/doctor/singer, who loved the Lord, was tall dark and incredibly handsome. He would want AT LEAST 13 children, 26 dogs, 12 cats, 14 rabbits, and of course larger farm/ranch animals. We would raise alpacas, horses, cattle, sheep and goats. We would also run our own Christian camp for disabled children. He would be a deacon in our church, and sing in the choir with me Of course he would ONLY work 10 hour days, and spend the rest of the day, just enjoying life with his family.. On weekends, we would drive to our cabin in the mountains. He would have a sense of humor, but be wise beyond his years, and know enough not to annoy me when i was having a bad day. When our babies were little, he would LOVE to get up in the middle of the night with them. Did I mention he liked to cook and clean, and did both well? He would be the kind of guy EVERY neighbor wants to live next to, children and animals would gravitate to him, and they would be welcome ANYTIME, in our large 10 bedroom house on the hill. He would love watching movies, and rarely watch sports. I would cook him fancy meals, and then go on evening strolls along the lake. We would walk with one another, in perfect Harmony with the Lord. And when we grew old, he would still be strong enough to carry my feeble and frail body to bed and we would read together till we turned off our lamps and went to sleep..
Of course, I was 12 at the time I planned this out, and little girls, have big dreams, but very little reality of the real world.
Well, THIS is reality.
I am wife to a man, who though a Christian, is far from perfect (just like myself). He often forgets my car door, never remembers to pull out my chair, but will help me on with my coat, when he remembers. He is gentle, but still has days, when we do not walk in agreement. On occasion he brings home flowers, but often forgets to take the garbage out. He doesn't sing in the choir (our church doesn't have one), in fact when God said make a joyful noise, he was referring to him. He is not much taller than me, and though I love him DEARLY...He would never be a handsome movie star to the rest of the world. Just the same, he is my husband John, and I love him.
He used to work at a car parts factory. Part time he is a sports official. Did I mention my strong dislike for all sports outside of the Olympics. I have the athletic ability of a two legged dog. My dear Husband loves to watch sports. If the TV is on, he has it tuned to sports. If we watch a movie, it generally has a sports theme. Did I mention, how little I like sports?
He is currently laid off from his factory job, and has just taken a new job at Walmart, at the cash register. We praise God for the job, in these trying times of Michigan's economy.
We live in a small 2 bedroom somewhat falling apart rented house, with a flooded basement. The Lady that lives upstairs smokes, and the smoke filters though to our part of the home. We live on a busy road, with no pretty lake, and no ranch. Our pets consist of two cats. Money is tight, and the food is never fancy. We are happy with crock pot pork chops, and look forward to pizza night. Right now we have an ant problem...and there is an electrical problem. The kitchen sink has a leak, and the landlord, has little hurry to fix it.
Our 13 children, is still stuck at ONE child. We praise the Lord for her. We were blessed beyond measure. Lily is our pride and our job. We trust that someday the Lord will add to that, but I don't think it will be 12 more at my age. Of course Sarah doubted too.
Our neighbors are friendly, but not social. We have never been to their house, and they have never been to ours. I really need to bake cookies and drop in.
We have no cabin at the mountains, and in fact have not taken a vacation in the four years we have been married.
Oh, and when we are old, DH will most likely not be able to carry me, since he can't carry me know, even though he has tried. I need to keep working on my diet.
But see, all of those things matter very little. My bible tells me, that whatever condition, I find myself, I must be content. Here there are leaky sinks, flooded basements, and dreams left unfulfilled. If we only hang on to what we think we should have, we will never be happy...and will always be left wanting more. The Lord says, NO MATTER WHAT...give thanks. People will let us down, but not the Lord. He supplies our needs, and we need to learn to REST in that. We can't rest, when we are wondering..what's next??? I am not saying to not dream. I think God gave us dreams for a reason. But when your dreams, stay just that...DREAMS..don't be sad, and long for more. Be content.
For we have salvation...and a promise. A promise that This is not where we stop. This is not the end. This isn't "That's all folks". IT DOES GET BETTER THAN THIS! Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, and maybe not even in this life time. However, when the day comes that I enter heaven, to see the Savior that I was created to be with...THAT is my home. This world is not. Our Father owns everything. It's HIS, and by inheritance it is ours. It's just a little while longer. This valley may not be what we dream it to be, but the shepherd, led us here for a reason...and rest that He knows what his Lambs need.
Are you content...and well rested?
I would marry the perfect man. He would be gentle (ALWAYS), kind, and thoughtful. He would always open my car door, pull out my chair, and help me on with my coat...and NEVER forget. He would be a rich rancher/doctor/singer, who loved the Lord, was tall dark and incredibly handsome. He would want AT LEAST 13 children, 26 dogs, 12 cats, 14 rabbits, and of course larger farm/ranch animals. We would raise alpacas, horses, cattle, sheep and goats. We would also run our own Christian camp for disabled children. He would be a deacon in our church, and sing in the choir with me Of course he would ONLY work 10 hour days, and spend the rest of the day, just enjoying life with his family.. On weekends, we would drive to our cabin in the mountains. He would have a sense of humor, but be wise beyond his years, and know enough not to annoy me when i was having a bad day. When our babies were little, he would LOVE to get up in the middle of the night with them. Did I mention he liked to cook and clean, and did both well? He would be the kind of guy EVERY neighbor wants to live next to, children and animals would gravitate to him, and they would be welcome ANYTIME, in our large 10 bedroom house on the hill. He would love watching movies, and rarely watch sports. I would cook him fancy meals, and then go on evening strolls along the lake. We would walk with one another, in perfect Harmony with the Lord. And when we grew old, he would still be strong enough to carry my feeble and frail body to bed and we would read together till we turned off our lamps and went to sleep..
Of course, I was 12 at the time I planned this out, and little girls, have big dreams, but very little reality of the real world.
Well, THIS is reality.
I am wife to a man, who though a Christian, is far from perfect (just like myself). He often forgets my car door, never remembers to pull out my chair, but will help me on with my coat, when he remembers. He is gentle, but still has days, when we do not walk in agreement. On occasion he brings home flowers, but often forgets to take the garbage out. He doesn't sing in the choir (our church doesn't have one), in fact when God said make a joyful noise, he was referring to him. He is not much taller than me, and though I love him DEARLY...He would never be a handsome movie star to the rest of the world. Just the same, he is my husband John, and I love him.
He used to work at a car parts factory. Part time he is a sports official. Did I mention my strong dislike for all sports outside of the Olympics. I have the athletic ability of a two legged dog. My dear Husband loves to watch sports. If the TV is on, he has it tuned to sports. If we watch a movie, it generally has a sports theme. Did I mention, how little I like sports?
He is currently laid off from his factory job, and has just taken a new job at Walmart, at the cash register. We praise God for the job, in these trying times of Michigan's economy.
We live in a small 2 bedroom somewhat falling apart rented house, with a flooded basement. The Lady that lives upstairs smokes, and the smoke filters though to our part of the home. We live on a busy road, with no pretty lake, and no ranch. Our pets consist of two cats. Money is tight, and the food is never fancy. We are happy with crock pot pork chops, and look forward to pizza night. Right now we have an ant problem...and there is an electrical problem. The kitchen sink has a leak, and the landlord, has little hurry to fix it.
Our 13 children, is still stuck at ONE child. We praise the Lord for her. We were blessed beyond measure. Lily is our pride and our job. We trust that someday the Lord will add to that, but I don't think it will be 12 more at my age. Of course Sarah doubted too.
Our neighbors are friendly, but not social. We have never been to their house, and they have never been to ours. I really need to bake cookies and drop in.
We have no cabin at the mountains, and in fact have not taken a vacation in the four years we have been married.
Oh, and when we are old, DH will most likely not be able to carry me, since he can't carry me know, even though he has tried. I need to keep working on my diet.
But see, all of those things matter very little. My bible tells me, that whatever condition, I find myself, I must be content. Here there are leaky sinks, flooded basements, and dreams left unfulfilled. If we only hang on to what we think we should have, we will never be happy...and will always be left wanting more. The Lord says, NO MATTER WHAT...give thanks. People will let us down, but not the Lord. He supplies our needs, and we need to learn to REST in that. We can't rest, when we are wondering..what's next??? I am not saying to not dream. I think God gave us dreams for a reason. But when your dreams, stay just that...DREAMS..don't be sad, and long for more. Be content.
For we have salvation...and a promise. A promise that This is not where we stop. This is not the end. This isn't "That's all folks". IT DOES GET BETTER THAN THIS! Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, and maybe not even in this life time. However, when the day comes that I enter heaven, to see the Savior that I was created to be with...THAT is my home. This world is not. Our Father owns everything. It's HIS, and by inheritance it is ours. It's just a little while longer. This valley may not be what we dream it to be, but the shepherd, led us here for a reason...and rest that He knows what his Lambs need.
Are you content...and well rested?
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Oragmi Squirrels, Funerals, and the Olympics..
Well, another day has passed, and it's still raining. I normally sit and watch Mr. Squirrelly in our yard, as he races about looking for whatever it is squirrels look for in the spring. Lately he has not shown up on my porch. I have a feeling, he met his demise, out on the busy road. I try not to look, and see about such things. As some of you know...I don't drive. I am a passenger full time, and don't get behind the wheel. You will honestly thank me for that. So do the squirrels. I tried my hand at getting my license, but was such a nervous driver, that it just didn't go very well. I am not a woman of physical talent. Never played a sport in school. Never chosen anything but LAST for kick ball. I have a dream, that someday I will be in the Olympics, but till they come up with some more sports that require, less...shall we say, coordination, I think I will only be watching it from my TV. My friends and have an idea, that we will gather umm, unfortunate squirrels, on the highways, and create a new sport of how far we can launch them. We hope they fly further than they ran. Of course, for fun, we would need squirrel funerals (how respectful of us) first. Viewing boxes and ALL!!!!!!!...
I also thought it would great if we had a sport where the participant, would run in a giant hamster ball. Can we say FUN?????? ..And if I fell over, least I wouldn't get hurt so badly.
My Aunt died this week. There will be no funeral. At first I felt sad, and that there would be no closure. But, then I remembered, that my Aunt would be in Heaven. She is walking, talking, and singing with Jesus. She is reunited with her family that has gone on before. There is no sadness, falling, bad drivers, or funerals to attend. There is no need for closure. I don't need to tell her goodbye, merely "See you soon"....Can't wait to get there too!
Oh...and Erin..and my fellow Olympic team...TO THE LEFT, TO THE LEFT!!!!!!!
I also thought it would great if we had a sport where the participant, would run in a giant hamster ball. Can we say FUN?????? ..And if I fell over, least I wouldn't get hurt so badly.
My Aunt died this week. There will be no funeral. At first I felt sad, and that there would be no closure. But, then I remembered, that my Aunt would be in Heaven. She is walking, talking, and singing with Jesus. She is reunited with her family that has gone on before. There is no sadness, falling, bad drivers, or funerals to attend. There is no need for closure. I don't need to tell her goodbye, merely "See you soon"....Can't wait to get there too!
Oh...and Erin..and my fellow Olympic team...TO THE LEFT, TO THE LEFT!!!!!!!
Growing out my hair...
I really want to grow my hair out. It used to be long enough to sit on. Then I had it shoulder length. Not long after I had Lily, I got "itchy for Change" (as if a baby is not enough)...and Went drastic and cut it all off. Now, I once again, am bored with it..and am wanting to grow it out. So comes the in between process, where people wonder, just what is wrong with you, and your head. I am starting to look like a squirrel. Did I mention patience is not always my strong point?
Kittens and Blogs..
Well, I really know nothing about bells, or whistles on blogs, but I am working on it. While I am working, on it, I shall post my story of my morning alarm clock.
We have a new kitten in our house. A sweet little orange one, named Posey Pokey Toes. Yes, I know, a kitten with a middle and last name seems strange, but that's what it is none the less.
Until she gets used to our other Cat Maggie May, she is shut in our bedroom. This is normally just FINE, but it DOES provide a slight problem in the slumbering hours. This morning, I was trying to enjoy my last hours of sleep (it was about 5:00 am), when I felt something small sitting on me. I opened one eye to find a kittens nose in my face. Unamused, I shut my eyes and plopped her back on the floor. She took all of two seconds to scurry right back to her perch. Eyes still shut, I again, plopped her on the floor, with a whispered NO. We repeated the process a total of 16 times. I was beginning to lose patience (not to mention sleep). No amount of repeated removing of Posey, convinced her to stay out of trouble. I swatted her once, and that just seemed to amuse her. She has a nice warm bed to sleep in, food, water, and toys..Yet she prefers what she sees as her ultimate goal.
I finally gave up. I was now fully awake, and she seemed to be enjoying all the trouble she was in.
In the silence (except for her purring, and the whir of the fan in our room), it dawned on me. How often am I like this with the Lord. Stubborn, and set in my ways, I repeatedly, commit the same sins. I climb into trouble, lured by what I think I want. God in His mercy tries to steer me clear of it...yet I don't heed to his leading. Time and time, again, he gently chastens me, and I continue to desire, what I was never supposed to have. Sadly, sometimes, my consequences far exceed those of Posey. And Praise the Lord, HIS patience far exceed mine. And even, when I have fallen..He is there, picking me back up again.
I only pray that I will learn to stick closer to His side, and listen to His calling, and leading better...unlike Posey, who is attacking my feet right now..
We have a new kitten in our house. A sweet little orange one, named Posey Pokey Toes. Yes, I know, a kitten with a middle and last name seems strange, but that's what it is none the less.
Until she gets used to our other Cat Maggie May, she is shut in our bedroom. This is normally just FINE, but it DOES provide a slight problem in the slumbering hours. This morning, I was trying to enjoy my last hours of sleep (it was about 5:00 am), when I felt something small sitting on me. I opened one eye to find a kittens nose in my face. Unamused, I shut my eyes and plopped her back on the floor. She took all of two seconds to scurry right back to her perch. Eyes still shut, I again, plopped her on the floor, with a whispered NO. We repeated the process a total of 16 times. I was beginning to lose patience (not to mention sleep). No amount of repeated removing of Posey, convinced her to stay out of trouble. I swatted her once, and that just seemed to amuse her. She has a nice warm bed to sleep in, food, water, and toys..Yet she prefers what she sees as her ultimate goal.
I finally gave up. I was now fully awake, and she seemed to be enjoying all the trouble she was in.
In the silence (except for her purring, and the whir of the fan in our room), it dawned on me. How often am I like this with the Lord. Stubborn, and set in my ways, I repeatedly, commit the same sins. I climb into trouble, lured by what I think I want. God in His mercy tries to steer me clear of it...yet I don't heed to his leading. Time and time, again, he gently chastens me, and I continue to desire, what I was never supposed to have. Sadly, sometimes, my consequences far exceed those of Posey. And Praise the Lord, HIS patience far exceed mine. And even, when I have fallen..He is there, picking me back up again.
I only pray that I will learn to stick closer to His side, and listen to His calling, and leading better...unlike Posey, who is attacking my feet right now..
Friday, April 11, 2008
Well, here we Go...
If you are reading this, you must know me from somewhere. Perhaps it is through church, a web group, or you have the misfortune of being related to me (smile). I have no claim to fame, to pull you here. I have left no Large Legacy, to make you come looking to see what I may have to say...but I DO have Jesus...and in the days, weeks, months, and Lord willing years, you will see my travel on this journey we call life, with HIM.
Along the way, you will notice, that my family travels with me. I guarantee that some days, there will be stories, that make you laugh. I am sure there will be stories, that make you think, And I am afraid there will be stories that make you cry too. Life has a way, of going that way. But if NOTHING else...I pray, that it will point you to the Shepherd that leads me through this valley...
Jesus.
Along the way, you will notice, that my family travels with me. I guarantee that some days, there will be stories, that make you laugh. I am sure there will be stories, that make you think, And I am afraid there will be stories that make you cry too. Life has a way, of going that way. But if NOTHING else...I pray, that it will point you to the Shepherd that leads me through this valley...
Jesus.
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