tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85714214217993216772024-02-07T20:56:43.768-08:00Front Porch RamblingsMomof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.comBlogger258125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-14159617305492278152015-01-10T11:20:00.000-08:002015-01-10T11:20:53.018-08:00Getting to know you<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No Introductions Needed, Kind of..... I learn more and more about myself everyday. How narcissistic does that sound? I'm embracing that side of myself as well, so get used to it. I know I am weak in many areas of my life. I know I choose weakness over strength, for the most part due to laziness. So I am also learning just how far my laziness goes. I am busy, but I am lazy. I tend to be a great multi-tasker but am realizing that being able to and actually doing more things at one time makes me a multi-tasker but makes me lazy in not being able to finish one thing fully and successfully. It's done, but mostly half-way done. God doesn't care if I'm a leader of any ministry or if I do it well or not. Nor does he care if I'm an Elder in my church and if I do it well. He doesn't care if I do my job well and successfully. Now, understand this, if I have received the gift of salvation in my life then I will care about whether or not I am being graceful, merciful, loving and more in those areas of my life, of course. But as far as whether or not God really places my worth in his eyes on the multi-tasking life I have embraced, I don't believe he gives a rat's behind. To say that God cares about anything surely places him in a box, my box, with my "important issues". God cares that we receive the gift that he so sacrificially gave in the life, death and resurrection of his only son, Jesus Christ, for our forgiveness in OUR sins, or more appropriately, MY sins. But that is even being presumptuous of me to say that God does anything within the realm of caring. My God is a caring God, yes, but whether or not he places his daily cares in my opinions or duties, I won't put him in that small of a space. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That being said, I also find myself, at times, in intimate embrace with my heavenly Father and come to know those things that he wants me to dream, those desires he places in my heart that he wants me to pursue, but not outside of my current situation. It's the solace in knowing I am provided for by Jehovah Jireh himself and that in his way, his will he has provided a loving environment called "my life" that nourishes love, kindness, caring, grace, mercy, patience that rivals only a small percentage of what God truly possesses in his character. He places those things there to provide the hope that my life is always changing but my faith in him is unchanging. That leaning in on the everlasting arms of God will bring me strength more than I could ever gain in my life alone. It's in the leaning that peace comes. In the leaning that I grasp the enormity of God's embrace in my life. Leaning gives me closeness to feel the breath of heaven on the nape of my neck. Nape, because my head is bowed and I am exposed in prayer with the deepest, darkest morsels of my inner self being seen by God himself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My God, my Jesus and savior, my Holy Spirit fire is bigger than anything I can dream up. He's omnipotent, omniscient. The ability for me to understand my worth in my personal relationship with him will inspire, no better yet it will mean that I have no choice in the matter but to live as Christ. When I become disenfranchised with my circumstances and feel rejected by not only my environment, but by my God I eventually come to realize that what I am most upset about is that this particular circumstance is not how I want it to be, thus second guessing God's will for me in this instance. The friends God has placed in my life, the job, the church, my circumstances are God ordained and I am wanting something outside of God's will and plan in my life at this moment. I love my friends, my family, my church, my job and I believe everyone there knows my love for each and every one of them, but my humanness wants to constantly look outside of what my blessings are and be in search of something missing. Grass is greener in the adjacent pasture? Maybe. Ugh, my weakness, there it is. I'm too lazy to move in the moment God has put me in and embrace the opportunities for his glory to be known in my circumstances. It's me, my focus on God, my study in his Word that is missing and that keeps me longing for something outside of my current blessings. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I love the message version of the bible! It just makes me giggle at how frank God can be when he wants us to be aware of things. So here's a snippet from 1 Corinthians 14:37-40 that you might think on and study up. Enjoy!</span></div>
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Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-53491744575506915232014-05-11T09:44:00.002-07:002014-05-11T09:52:36.235-07:00I'm scrappy this Mom's Day<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am a mom. Not everyone has the privilege to say that. Not everyone wants to be one. But I am one of those. My children are a true gift from God, each and every one. There were moments in my life that I thought maybe "gift" was a bit much. The pain of childbirth should've been an indication on what motherhood was going to be like. Waiting in anticipation for months on end. Having this plan in my head on what it would be like during labor, how I would act, what David would say, how I would be different than the rest of any of the moms out there. Whatever. In the moment of the most intense pain you've ever had the privilege to feel you find out who you are on the inside and the character of your true self. It gave me a window into myself to want to run like hell away from the pain, but be in the moment knowing what was coming soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It wasn't my idea of how my life would go, having five children ages 10 & under by the time I was 30. I was influenced by the culture of my 20's, tv, radio, magazines and my future scrapbook in my head. I had mentally cut and pasted pictures into my future that would define me and make me successful. Pictures of candid moments that would show a strong business woman with a sense of purpose for changing the world one happy bride at a time. I was going to make a difference. It was there in my head all organized and catagorized and blinged out with shiny stickers and words made of rhinestones on pages and pages of cute colorful paper. And I thumbed through these pages, over and over, as I grew. That was me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I think back on my spiritual life and how I came to know a man named Jesus. I'm not a typical follower of Christ that knows the day and time and what I was wearing when I made a committment to seek the will of the Heavenly Father. I was lucky enough to be raised in a loving home that provided me the opportunity to fellowship at church each week with a family of believers that loved me. I knew who Christians were. I knew the Father, Son and Holy Spirit by lyrical definitions. I had heard the bible stories, the ones I now wonder why they introduce to children. Noah's Ark, really? The death of most of humanity was a person's idea of a good way to bring children to know the Gospel? Yea, ok. I hadn't become who I was to become when I was going to meet Jesus within myself. My life was lined out in this focused line that I could almost see the finish line from where I stood and it looked great! Then it happened. This heartbeat of a child started to echo inside the pulsating veins within me. Immediately my life was no longer my own. I was renewed with a sense of passion for this human that was growing inside of my life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">God was suddenly the most real thing I had. He was the counselor. He was the grace-filled, mercy-giving Heavenly Father that chose my life to bring this little one into. Had He not seen my scrapbook? Had he not heard my wonderful schemes of bringing peace to the world through wedding planning? I knew my life was going to change but I honestly thought it would be an addition to my plan, not a game changer, so all was good. I had no idea I was on the cusp of a season of my life that was more nourishing to what I was to become than I had ever imagined.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The end of my life, that was so visible before with my neat little package, was now so blurred with the reality of the moment. I was no longer interested in being able to see each step I was to take and how it would all turn out at the finale of life here on this planet for me. I was in life school each and every day learning what was going on inside of me. In awe and wonder of how the human body can be host to the Creator's plan and be so miraculously amazing. Not just the physical changes and growing arms and legs and an eyeball within a span of weeks but my soul was changing. My character was evolving into this person I knew I could be, or that I knew I wanted to be. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His eyes were enchanting. His cry was mesmorizing. His power over me was humbling. That was the moment when I realized that something I hadn't necessarily chosen to be was who I was and it was all because of Him. Adam defined me as his mother. I was ecstatic to be chosen to be so. And so it began.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">With each of my subsequent children I became mom all over again in new ways that I knew nothing of. Adam paved the way that I was mom, but each child brought his or her God given personality to the table that had me in an ever-changing mode of parent. What worked for one, didn't for another and so on. But, I was still mom, no matter how each of them grew. Each pregnancy was different, each child was different and each mom I became was different than the last. I grew in my knowledge of my children, but I also grew in my knowledge of myself. I learned who I was in certain situations, falling down, getting up and riding their bikes. I learned what levels of pain I could tolerate. The pain of each coming into this world and the pains of watching each grow. The pains of watching each leave the arms of their loving mother and the pains of knowing it was what I was created to endure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The pain that brings wonder and joy and peace to my life because I know it is who I am. A mother. I have endured painful things in my life with each of my children and it has brought me that much closer to knowing the ultimate joy of motherhood when the pain subsides and I see my kiddos are evolving into the people God wills for each of them to become. I am mom. I have no desire to see what the end of my life will bring because I am too enamored with the joys of each day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The scrapbook? Ha! I'm lucky if I get photos to make it to the bulk "photo trunk"! I have all the memories stored in my heart waiting for them to grow even more as the lives of each of these children becomes their own and I get the privilege to watch it happen. I am a lucky mom. I am so glad God knew who I was to become and made me realize that its amazing. Happy Mother's Day to those kids that make me Mom. I love you.</span></div>
Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-66883893198462097082014-01-02T16:40:00.000-08:002014-01-02T16:40:17.516-08:00Day 2 I Hope You Stance<div style="text-align: center;">
Day 2 means day 1 is over, thank you! Day 1 brought some tremendous back/shoulder pain w/o the sugar in my diet for a few weeks. Lord, help me remember that pain when wanting to down a pie later! A great massage, a wonderful night's sleep, and, oh yea, ibuprofen and I'm ready to roll for Day 2. </div>
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Remember those days growing up when your mom said, "Sit up straight! No slouching!"? I've thought alot about that in the last few weeks. My confidence level has been on a roller coaster lately and understanding my posture is one of these oddities that affects my confidence. I know it sounds a bit weird. Ever thought about how you stand? In public? At home? In front of your sweetheart? On stage? In line at the DMV? For me, my normal stance in public is arms crossed or hands crossed in front of my torso, feet crossed if standing and legs crossed if sitting. Jacket wrapped closed, shoulders hunched. Almost as if I am trying to hide within myself. I've been trying to be more aware of what kind of vibe I put out there. I am definitely NOT approachable. So, I hear my mom's words of "Stand up straight" and I drop my arms by my sides, stop wrapping myself in my clothing to try and "hide" anything, that frankly noone cares about but me. When I go about physically trying to hide parts of me that I don't feel great about I realized that I was not being authentic in my anti-trash talk campaign. I will stand up straight. Wear my high heel shoes that make me feel good about me and strut my way into the DMV from now on!</div>
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What's your posture? Stand up straight! You might like it.</div>
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I found this ahhh-mazing blog with a great Whole30 Menu Plan. And its usually on the cheap and I love that! Go <a href="http://goodcheapeats.com/my-whole-30-eating-plan/">here </a>to see the whole 30 days plan.</div>
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Skillet Eggs - found on above link</div>
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Monkey Salad - again, above link</div>
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Chipotle salad with Carnitas, guacamole and salsa</div>
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<br />Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-71529054834284139032014-01-02T08:35:00.000-08:002014-01-02T08:35:41.580-08:00Whole30 Day 1<div style="text-align: center;">
Day 1 on the Whole30 found us at a friend's house for a New Year's Day brunch! This scared me. I wasn't sure if I would really be able to hold my self back from the amazingness of her waffles and donut waffles! But, I did it! I said no to the white flour, sugar laden heaven-on-a-plate. Huge hurdle for me. It helped that my friend knew of my Whole30 plan and she has even done it before so she was very supportive and not offended that I passed on the waffles. So, my daughter and I took what we could eat and picked from the buffet to meet our goal for the breakfast meal.</div>
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I love that if I want to eat more on the Whole30 it means I need to workout in order to get in another couple meals. Tell me I can eat if I workout is definitely a motivation for me to get out there. It was the first run/walk interval in months for me and it was one of only a few times in my several years of training that I actually didn't hate the run. This is pretty big for me. I ran with The Civil Wars Pandora channel playing in my ears to my programmed interval trainer. This was an interesting comparison for me. There was a war raging in my thoughts for sure! I realized that there are not many things I actually finish in my life. I start so many projects and fizzle out before it gets done. I start training for things and then make excuses not to go out and get moving. Only childbirth, 5 times, have I finished something but only because I couldn't honestly be pregnant forever. The war rages in my head most days between good and evil voices battling it out for my affection. For my exercise routine it usually starts the night before I know I have something scheduled the next day and my mind starts fighting thoughts of "you know you want to do this" and "you know you want to sleep in. Don't do it." I'm going to try to raise the white flag to these thoughts and just move through my world right now with nothing but positive energy reinforcing my choice to be healthier. So, yay! I worked out and got to eat...twice!</div>
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After dinner my body started fighting back with my decision to cut sugar out of my diet. I am completely and utterly addicted to sugar. I have been cutting back since before Christmas little by little knowing this was coming up and cut it out altogether a few days ago (with the exception of the Mojito on New Year's Eve). My body felt like I had just lost a UFC fight. My back between my shoulder blades were so, so, so sore!!! I am not kidding when I use the word sore. I remember when I had gone off of sugar before, but still had other sweeteners, that it was painful, but not like this. This time it hit sooner than last time. It was awful. I had to have hubby massage my back for an extended period of time while I contemplated crying. Good grief, why do I do this to myself? No more sugar. Seriously, wth! Addiction detox is nothing to take for granted. Listening to my body through this will hopefully get me to a different place of thinking from now on with not just food, but with my physical health.</div>
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Hope you find your sore spot today and recognize it's source. Maybe it's not physical. Maybe its relational. Maybe its spiritual. We all need exercise in detoxing the icky stuff out of our lives. For some of us, it's minor and for others it's huge. I will pray for you any way I can. Let me know if you need prayer. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It was so wonderful watching these young boys play in the water, swimming and splashing each other. They were so happy. As we snapped these pictures our friend, Rury, one of the staffed missionaries told us he loves to watch the kids come out of their shells. You see, school was out for holiday, usually a month's time off, and these boys go across the river to stay during that whole month to tend to the cattle there. They are without parents or grandparents or guardian's supervision. (Some urban moms just gasped and swallowed their gum.) But this is a good thing that they are not supervised. Rury told us that when the boys are back in school and back in their huts with their families that the culture in the village is to tell these kids how stupid they are, how they'll never amount to anything. Day after day after minute after minute they are told that their worth is nothing. Rury talks about how their demeanor changes the moment they cross back over the river and their feet become dusty with village soil. They walk with blank stares, solemn and angry. Our friend, Percy, has talked so much about wanting to save the youth of his village many times. Now I see it. Most young boys grow up in the village dependent on the local beer that is sold here and have no ambition to do anything. It's quite sad. It made us cry as we looked out on this moment. I was frozen there, imagining what they must feel at this very moment and imagining the pain in their hearts when they know they must return. Visions of the Lost Boys from Peter Pan fly through my mind. Oh, why can't Neverland be real for them. It changed the view for me. My horizon widened from the river banks to the village streets to the huts tucked behind the bar. I pray that these children never forget to laugh like this. I pray they never forget to play and splash around in their lives. I pray they know that Jesus loves them and that their Heavenly Father finds them worthy, so worthy. I pray the cycle of trash talking the children stops.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As I looked back on the Africa trip pictures the other day then to my own family pics, there it was. The prodding in my own gut. The parallels of African riverbanks to my own threshold in my home. But this time, I'm the bully. And my victim is myself. Every morning I wake up to the same reflection in my mirror. I'm disappointed in what she looks like. Gray hair. Wrinkles. Large, flabby upper arms. Spare tire around the middle. I cry if I look too long and dwell on how I've come to see myself. But there I am every damn day of my life trash talking myself. It's disgusting what thoughts I let run through my brain and directly to my heart. If I talked like that to anyone else besides myself I would be arrested for a hate crime. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It hit me. It hit me hard. I was no better than those people who brought down those boys with their nasty attitudes and hateful words. The tears I shed for them on the banks of the Zambezi rolled down the cheeks of my soul to rest there preserving that feeling for the time I would wake up, realizing what I was doing to myself. I could taste the salt of my tears months later. I needed to stop. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am worthy. The Holy Spirit resides in my heart. Christ sent the comforter to me. I've been fat talking myself to the point where I couldn't see my own worth anymore. With the help of some amazing women, I am making my way back to loving myself. Changing my thought processes about how I view me, food, exercise, etc. I pray that I haven't damaged my daughter's view of herself as she has watched me fat talk my perception of me. I would kick my ass if I thought I was giving her the wrong impression of herself.</span></div>
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For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit set their minds on the things of the Spirit.</div>
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Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-81373908682753008502013-09-02T07:39:00.002-07:002013-09-02T07:39:31.181-07:00Just wait... they're coming.<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sisheke. Oh my. You feel called to Mwandi,
specifically, but then you realize the world is a large place with needs to be
met everywhere you go. According to the end of Matthew 28, we are called to
make disciples while going not called to go.
We go because we believe in Jesus’ call on our lives to love our
neighbor when we first come to believe and ask Jesus into our hearts. So, as we’ve been going during this trip and
trying to not only participate in God’s work here but also to be as observant
as possible many things come to my attention.
Probably too many to list. Wonder
if google glasses will have the ability to freeze frame all of the memories
that entices my brain so that I can go back through my day and be able to
remember all of those things that made me stop and say, “wow”? Somebody call google. I’m busy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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has eluded many times to the South African culture, mainly the Western Province
of Zambia as a mystic people. Something
we don’t embrace much in the states in our own personalities. But the bible talks about surrealism, the
good kind, not the vampire romance kind.
Why is it so hard for us as Americans to believe in the Spirit
world? Sounds new agey, huh? I have seen the Zambian culture reference
many times the things of the spirit and of the Spirit. It’s just the lines being blurred or the fact
that there’s probably just one Lozi word for both and people here mistake one
for the other. But when you come here to
love people where they are you realize the beauty in the mysticism of the
Zambians. As Americans, we tend to rely
heavily on the knowledge of things, even biblical or spiritual things. We research it, we read about it, we ask
about it, we debate about it, we kill the mysticism of our spirituality. There was nothing intelligent about Acts
2:1-13. In that, I mean not one of those
filled with the Holy Spirit stopped the Spirit to debate with the bystanders
about whether or not this was actually the Spirit and should they go ahead with
letting it happen. Sometimes that
flutter in your belly or that quickening of your heartbeat really is God exciting
you for the world around you. He’s
beckoning you to speak truth in someone’s life.
He’s calling you to reach out to your neighbor. It’s not always a need for a call to the
doctor to see if you need to up your meds for some condition you may be
suffering. Do you think when we arrive
at the pearly gates St. Peter is going to be shaking his head? “You were called the frozen chosen because
you medicated yourself into apathy.” I’m
not down playing anyone’s medical condition, I’m just pointing out that we can
be a little too over cautious about jumping in when God wants us too when it
takes us out of our comfort zone and plunges us deep into the Spirit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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preached twice yesterday. Yea, you guys
just thought you had it bad. LOL!!! Just kidding!
The preaching duo team of Doug and his interpreter, Percy is an amazing
thing to listen to…. even twice in one day!
We were in church in the morning at Living Sword Ministries in Sisheke,
Zambia. Church started at 9:30. We arrived at 10. Doug didn’t preach until at least 11:30 or
after I think. I honestly didn’t even
look at the time until we got in the car and Abby and I looked at the clock and
realized that it was almost 2:30. So I’m
totally guessing on the time that he started his sermon. Let’s just say that here in Africa they love
to worship with music and songs and prayer and an occasional sermon in the
middle somewhere. Doug brought the Word
to a very dry and thirsty crowd that soaked it all up. The congregation was beautiful. The music was AHmazing! It was a soaking session in the Holy Spirit
for sure. Full of mysticism and solid
truth being preached. The best of both
worlds, theirs and ours.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the evening crusade was to begin, the pastor of Living Sword was adamant on
letting us get to our accommodations and resting up for the crusade later that
night. He realized that it was getting
late and hurried us back to rest about 430.
We all set our alarms for 515 to be up and ready by 530. The pastor and elders were to return to brief
the men on what was going to happen that night.
530 came. 6 came. 630 came.
Noone. Oh boy, was the sermon that
morning too truthful? Was no one wanting
us to come back? We were all ready and
waiting. Turns out after some texting
back and forth that the pastor knew we had gotten back late so he decided to
give us extra time to rest up, but had neglected to tell us that piece of
information. You see, here in Africa,
you arrive when you’re ready. You rest
until you feel its time to go and get started.
In America, we place demands on our time to show up when we say it
should start whether we’re rested or ready or not. I think we may have to start moving when we’re
ready not when its time according to the clock.
It goes against everything in my veins to switch that around. I’ve never had someone intentionally give me
extra time to rest up knowing I was tired and hold back the event just so I
could be ready to receive. Lord, forgive
me. I want margin in my life to rest in
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crusade itself was breathtaking. They meet
at the local basic school campus on Sunday mornings, so for the crusade they
used the futbol fields out back. It was
set with a stage and power for microphones and keyboard and lights! It was freezing cold, too! People were bundled up in their blankets and
winter hats! The local church members
and local townspeople showed up around 7:30.
We were there by 8, maybe. Time
is different here. We were met with lots
of dancing and worship music and then Doug brought it home again with the
message of Restoration in Christ. I
couldn’t see the number of people that were actually there because it was dark,
but when Percy asked if anyone wanted to pray for Jesus to come into their
hearts there were 60+ people coming from out of the shadows! Young, really young and old came from places
we couldn’t even see. Doug said there
were townspeople out in the shadows way back there with flashlights listening
to the sermon and music. It was
surreal. It was mystic. It was definitely the Holy Spirit. Each person was prayed for right then and
there one by one. Each had their own story
of what they needed prayer for in their lives.
Some young boys who struggle with alcohol addiction. A lady who didn’t want to be a prostitute
anymore. One young man who was alone and
HIV positive. Christ was alive in that
moment and in the lives of those who wanted to know him. I love my time in Mwandi, but this time in
Sisheke was life altering.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was also a big day in the states. Did
you hear the fanfare and see the celebratory parties? Yes, my youngest turned 14 yesterday without
her parents. It was an odd feeling. I’ve never missed a birthday for her. She had a great one and will continue to
celebrate through next weekend when her second party will take place! I thank God for my family and friends! They have been so amazing and wonderful in
making this trip possible for us by providing for my children at home. Sarah is so supportive of our trip and knows
how much we love her. I wish I could be
more like Sarah and her journey with Jesus.
She is such an amazing young lady.
Her spirit is much like the mystic people of Zambia, open and ready to
be filled with God’s grace and mercy. She’s
prepared. She rests up. She knows how to be filled without
pretention. She doesn’t question. She just is.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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we ready to answer this question ourselves?
Are we ready for the Holy Spirit to just come upon us with no
forewarning? Rest up! Be ready.
It’s going to be amazing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Adjustments. Adjusting to the time change. Adjusting to the weather. Adjusting to the cuisine. Adjusting to a new bed. Adjusting to the British lady's voice on my African cell phone waking us up in the morning. Adjusting to someone else doing my laundry
(can I get an AMEN?). Adjusting to being
so far from home and family and friends.
I could go on and on, but you get the picture. Everything is an adjustment. You just wake up in the morning, when the
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days are full of the OVC, the agriculture center, Live School retreat, staff
counseling, devotions and just whatever we can get into that looks fun, which
is pretty much anything around here.
When you have no idea what is being said or how people are reacting to
you being there it frees you from any pre judging on your part. It leaves the field wide open for me to be
happy within my own skin and focus on the people around me and the task at hand
rather than my own self awareness. It’s
amazingly free. Everyone says hello
here. Not the southern hello, bless your
heart kind of hello but the sincere hello, hey stop and let’s talk about the
day kind of hello. Adjustments to
sincerity, both in those around me and in myself. Feels good.
But truthfully, being sincere with myself has helped me to understand
the sincerity of those nearby and I’m sure I have been missing out on those
beautifully sincere people back at home by my preoccupation with self.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is not for sissies, by the way. If you
have never traveled internationally or to another time zone altogether, then
you’re missing out on this lovely physical reality called jet-lag. Ick.
It’s a lot like altitude sickness to me. Headache, queasiness,
dehydration, loss of sleep, etc. It’s a
joyful time had by all….NOT! I didn’t
realize it would take quite so long to adjust to the time difference. Don’t know how people do it working nights
instead of days. It’s got to be a
similar change. Adjusting. By Sunday evening my body seemed to have
adjusted to the time and I slept the first good night’s sleep since we
left. Just in time for our week to
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met a wonderful lady, Anna, who heads up the sewing center at the OVC (Orphans
and Vulnerable Children Center). The first
day I showed up she asked me what I was going to teach them. No pressure, right? I helped cut out patterns for the bags they
sell to raise money for their sewing center the first morning, but by afternoon
was sewing with Anna! I was a little
nervous walking in and seeing a dozen treadle sewing machines lining the room
and thinking, “uh oh, I am going to sew my fingers together!” Thankfully she has two electric machines that
she and I used for the bags. The
treadles are for the students since most do not have electricity in their
homes, so what they learn here is what they can use at home someday. Adjustments.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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has really jumped right into his duties here.
He’s helping out at the agricultural center and is even doing
devotionals with the guys. He said it’s
good to get out of his comfort zone. My
husband is an amazing human. </span></div>
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though, he finds this pace painfully slow and frustrating at times when you
just lean on the shovel waiting for the gravel to arrive, that may not make it
til afternoon or tomorrow or whenever.
He says next time he wants to bring a watch. I don’t think that will make it better
personally. Adjustments. God is good.
He is faithful. He is merciful. He likes to hand out the adjustments. My hubby is handling his very well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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residents of the village do not have electricity or running water in their
homes or huts. It is, however, such an
odd sight to see a tv or some other electronic device hooked up to some places
that look like they’d fall down if a big wind came. Everyone without water must walk to the river
or to the wells in their areas and carry their water back in large
containers. It’s carried mostly on their
heads. Adjustments? I would need a chiropractic adjustment if I
tried to do that. Maybe I’ll try with
something a little less weighty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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adjusts to doing whatever it is you must do to get the necessities taken care
of around here. It really is that way
everywhere, but here it’s such a simple life it seems a lot easier to see how
adjustments are made. No one talks about
how to adjust, why to adjust, the right procedure to adjust, if someone should
seek counsel on the right adjustments, they just adjust. Adjustments.
But is it always a good idea to just adjust? Should a person just give up and do what
everyone else is doing? Is the
adjustment good for those around you? Or
are you adjusting for the convenience of self?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his mater’s
business. Instead, I have called you
friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to
you. You did not choose me, but I chose
you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit – fruit that will
last – and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you. This is my command: Love each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-29149623178139412682013-08-23T13:58:00.006-07:002013-08-23T15:04:08.659-07:00The birth of a believer<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">Blessed. Yep.
That’s how I feel this very moment.
Sitting alongside the Zambezi River in Mwandi, Zambia listening to the
bugs and the birds sing the evening into existence. The air is dry, but so very cool and the
breeze teases. Pulling into the village
this evening was so surreal. How did we
get here? What are we doing here? Dear Heavenly Father, are you sure you we’re
the ones you meant to call? All of these
questions enter in and out of my mind while taking in the view of this amazing
people. The hustle and bustle of
villagers on the road, the smiles and waves by the children as we pass through,
all quiets the questions of why. I am
humbled and honored at the faith of those who invested in this trip for us,
financially and prayerfully and reluctantly, for some. We left this totally up to God to show us how
and he certainly provided a way. I was
delightfully curious to see how all hands play a part in one person’s life,
like a kid staring through the glass at the bakery. It’s a wonderful sight watching the hands and
feet of God prepare you for your trip across the world to a place some have
never seen and never will see. Faith.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">We started
out four days ago stepping onto the plane, trusting our instincts and praying
we packed correctly. Turns out it doesn’t
matter how you pack, it matters that you lay down your nets and just follow
him. Jesus doesn’t care if your tshirt
matches your pants. Ha! I was dressed for a two day travel adventure…yoga
pants, duh. The flights were amazing and
heart pumpingly close together. Kept us
on our toes and away from scary expensive airport food. We had not one minute to spare on our
connecting flights. The 15+ hour flight
sandwiched in the middle was, well, long.
My back and shoulders argued with me for 48 hours about that airplane
seat. We arrived at our final
destination in Livingstone, get this, on the day the brand new airport was
being commissioned into service! Dancers
and drummers performing on the tarmac.
Airport personnel handing out free hats.
Mimosas awaiting us on the inside while we waited for our visas to be
processed. The place was beautiful! Not at all what Doug had previewed for
us. He warned us of the small space and
the heat of the building while waiting hours for our visa. He was pleasantly surprised, although there
was still only one line, one clerk processing visas…. They finally opened up
another lane like Target at Christmas!
It was all good we didn’t mind standing after all of that time in our
plane seats! Although, David and his
plane neighbor had quite a lovely discussion about Jesus. I love to hear my husband get so passionate
about his relationship with Christ. It’s
a beautiful thing. I met a sweet lady on
our last flight who traveled all the way from San Francisco to JFK to
Johannesburg to Livingstone! Good
gracious. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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plane ride and the airport in Livingstone, we were also given an account of
what to expect for our first few days accommodations. I had been on their website and looked it
over as well, but we had also heard from many of our friends that have done
this trip before. “A hostel”
atmosphere. “Nice, clean, modest”. It was like when someone asks, “is she
pretty?” and the answer is, “she’s nice and she’s very smart.” Oh boy, what to expect. Let me give you a bit of information at this
point. The UNWTO, United Nations WTO is
meeting in Livingstone starting on Saturday for five days. Dignitaries (other than us, lol) will be
traveling here from the far corners of the world. Everything in Livingstone was freshly painted
and newly planted and looked fabulous, hence the commissioning of the
airport. So, we go to Fawlty Towers and
check into our room. As we put the key
in and open the door I was taken aback.
What? This can’t be our
room?! It was amazing. Beautiful!
Newly remodeled “deluxe” rooms.
Why? Oh heavens, we were in
heaven. We were certainly feeling like
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">Some of you
at this point are thinking, “wait, what are you doing? I thought this was a mission trip?” I get that.
I’ve said that in the past hearing stories myself. Seeing how God prepared the way for David and
I to come and then heaped blessing upon blessing onto our trip at every corner
has been so wonderful and has made our hearts so grateful watching it unfold
right before our eyes. Doug and Abby and
David and I have never spent ANY uninterrupted time together, EVER. To be heading out into the village was scary
for me and exciting, but getting to know our team leader and his wife was
crucial for the success of this mission.
I had to know them. This was that
time. I thank God for how he even
orchestrated that into fruition as we waited for our ride to Mwandi for four
and a half hours. TIA – This Is
Africa. No one is in a hurry here. I could learn from that. We should all linger in the blessings of God
every once in a blue moon and prepare our hearts for the hard stuff.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">Since the
planning of this trip, I have had a heart of finality linger on my
thoughts. We, David and I, made sure we
crossed our t’s and dotted our I’s with our families. Making sure they knew how to function in the
house, with the bills and if something should happen that would prevent our
return or snatch our last breath, everyone would know what we wished for. I know it sounds a bit morbid, but a harsh
reality when you travel and leave your precious loved ones behind. I say that to say this, I know that death
hovers, but it’s not a feeling of a physical death. It’s a sure feeling that I will die to self
on this trip. That the person that
traveled here will not be returning. It
will be a different me. Hopefully one
that surrenders herself, finally and fully, to Christ’s urge of her
spirit. One that listens to the Holy
Spirit more and walks in the steps ordered for her. One that puts self aside and looks fully into
the face of the Heavenly Father knowing that He is where my helps come
from. Somewhere in this trip I hope to
write the obit for her and in the same breath tell you about this new life born
returning home to love you more gracefully than you’ve ever known before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now
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Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-75723074209876100792012-12-12T09:25:00.000-08:002012-12-12T09:25:30.274-08:00GenuineHere I am again, complaining about another holiday, so you know you so want to stay on this post and read.....<br />
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Every year I struggle with Christmas. I smile at my children and remind them that it's not about the receiving and not about the money to buy gifts and yadda, yadda, yadda. I do believe that the Savior, Jesus Christ was born in a manger in Bethlehem surrounded by barnyard friends and his parents. I believe that he came to set us all free from our sinning behavior and bring us to a hope of eternal life. I believe in Christmas. So, why do I place this sense of false guilt on myself every December that I cannot provide this over-the-top gift giving experience to my kids? Not only that, but I have two boys who's birthdays are the 20th and 21st of December (I know, I should've done the math, but I had other things on my mind). So getting the birthday gifts to remember and not be overshadowed by the other child's birthday and the Savior's birthday is quite the challenge. Of course, Jesus' birth is a huge part of this season and it surrounds our hearts no matter the day, but you know what I mean. I just want my kids to know how special they are on their birthdays. Ok, ok, back to Christmas.....<br />
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Why do I get my mind caught up in the comparison, commericialism of it all? I know the Holy Spirit dwells within me through the birth, life, death and resurrection of the Savior. Why can't I be content? Why do I let myself become envious and jealous of those Instagram pictures of glorious Christmas trees stacked high with gifts underneath reaching the middle bows of the tree? The facebook posts of my friends, acquaintences and their friends telling how they're done shopping, in the middle of shopping, looking for the perfect gift or stressing over "getting it all done" make me take my mind off of the real truth of the season and put me on edge about my lack of performing as a typical, American, loving, provisional mother/spouse. I would love to shower my peeps with the 12 Days of Christmas or the desire of their hearts this season but I just can't seem to care about purchasing gifts. I'm a lame giver, I know this. On one hand, I don't want to buy and on the other hand, I want to go crazy and empty store shelves of meaningless plastics that I will inevitably have to pick up or dust off or wash in the near future.<br />
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Then my mind is saturated in the visions of Mary giving birth in the stable. I've given birth 5 times now and had I been told that my only option was to labor in the stable, I would've crossed my legs.... hard. But seriously, she gave birth to the one she knew was coming to save us all by humbling herself in a barn. Not much is retold in the scriptures about the actual birth. Shocking. A man wrote those versions, because we all know as moms that our birth stories are riveting and everyone wants to hear it!! But as one who has traveled the road of childbirth a few times, I can't help but wonder about Mary. Her mind was on this child, Jesus. God brought him into this world in the most meager of circumstances. I want to forget about gifts. I want to forgo the shopping for mounds of things under the tree. I want my children and hubby to know that they are so special to me this Christmas! I want to stay there, mentally, in the stable knowing that Christ came from a place of service and giving from the start and I don't want to forget the season of Christmas. <br />
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I want a genuine Christmas.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“My soul glorifies the Lord</span></div>
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<span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16px;">and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,</span></div>
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for he has been mindful</div>
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From now on all generations will call me blessed,</div>
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<span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16px;">for the Mighty One has done great things</span><sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-24943BH" title="See cross-reference BH">BH</a>)"></sup><span style="font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16px;">for me—</span></div>
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<span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Luke-1-49" style="position: relative;">holy is his name.</span></div>
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His mercy extends to those who fear him,</div>
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He has performed mighty deeds with his arm;</div>
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He has brought down rulers from their thrones</div>
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He has filled the hungry with good things</div>
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He has helped his servant Israel,</div>
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to Abraham and his descendants<sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-24949BP" title="See cross-reference BP">BP</a>)"></sup> forever,</div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">John 1:14 <span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">The Word became flesh</span><span style="font-size: 0.65em;"><sup class="crossreference" style="background-color: white; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-26059U" title="See cross-reference U">U</a>)"></sup></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"> and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory,</span><span style="font-size: 0.65em;"><sup class="crossreference" style="background-color: white; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-26059V" title="See cross-reference V">V</a>)"></sup></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"> the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace</span><span style="font-size: 0.65em;"><sup class="crossreference" style="background-color: white; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-26059W" title="See cross-reference W">W</a>)"></sup></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"> and t</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">ruth.</span></div>
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<br />Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-23025798791287868732012-10-23T08:30:00.001-07:002012-10-23T08:30:55.293-07:00Makes no sense<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ok, I'm going to say it. Hang on to your witch hats. Here goes. I. Hate. Abhor. Halloween. There. It's out there now and I feel so much better! I'm sure relieved to know one of my deep, dark secrets. Not sure how I got to this point in my life though. It's been a slow fade to the "other side" of the Halloween spectrum.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love autumn! Love the cool fall weather and the color of the leaves and sweaters. But I cannot stand that Halloween marches in and stomps on my autumn loving mood. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I went trick-or-treating as a kid. I dressed up. I anticipated what I was going to be the next year on Nov. 1. I remember those days. Then sometime around the age of 11 or 12 I just grew out of it and now as an adult I cringe at the thought of Halloween coming up around the corner. I love candy! What is wrong with me? I think God has slowly come into my heart over the years and just taken out those things that are frivolous and meaningless and that I showed no glory to Him while being involved in it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My dog had firecrackers lit underneath her during a Halloween prank when I was young and every Halloween, July 4th, firecracker worthy party or bad thunderstorm after that was a nightmare for her. She died running away from home during a lightning storm. Tragic. But that's about how I feel about this morbid holiday. I just want to run. I close my door, turn off my light and eat candy in the dark of my own little abode.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why is it such a loved holiday? Why is it economically right behind Christmas in sales? I mean, on it's heels, right behind? Why do people spend so much money on Halloween? Maybe that's it for me. Sometimes during the year it's couch searching time for milk money and seeing how people "budget" for their Halloween expenses makes me nauseous. And what lesson is in it for our children. I mean, really. Have you been in one of those pop-up Halloween stores? Throughout most of that place I have to shield my daughter's eyes so that she doesn't see that stuff. Not the scary stuff, the other "adult costumes". What in the world are people doing on Halloween anyway?! My daughter begged to go trick-or-treating when we moved into an actual neighborhood. I made her brothers take her. I refused to buy a costume so she wore her army outfit her uncle had bought for her for three years in a row. Then it stopped. She found no fun in it anymore. "Can't we just go buy candy at the store Mom? Then I don't have to go out in the cold." Smart girl. Don't judge me. I don't feel bad about handing down my apathetic attitude about Halloween to her. I just don't.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Look, I'm weird. I know this about myself. I am destined to be a lonely old lady with no friends and family because of my beliefs. Now, I love me some fall festivals or All Saints Day parties where you play fun games and eat things made with apple and pumpkin and cinnamon! So, this year, it's no heartbreak for me that I am leaving town on Halloween and won't have to make sure my light is off on the porch to signal the "I don't have any candy to give you" to the local kids looking to score big in the neighborhood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, I don't know why I felt the need to write this post. Because what's really on my heart today is how Jesus prayed for us before he was arrested and crucified! I know, completely random. The two don't even relate to each other conceptually! But, really, did you know that Jesus did that? And he took the time out of his last day of freedom to pray for us. It always humbles me to think about it. It makes me cry reading the scriptures. How he cried and prayed and tears of blood fell from his eyes and the pores of his skin. What would you be doing in the last days of your life if you knew you were about to die? I'd want to not sleep. I'd want to spend it with those I love memorizing every feature and telling them how much I love them. I am amazed that Christ prayed for me before I even believed in Him, before I was born, before I was in the womb, before, before, before. Wow. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I pray for you today. I pray that you do take time to read about Christ's sacrifice of His life for yours. I pray that you realize how he sacrificed his last minutes to pray for you. I also pray that I will spend more of my time praying and thinking about those things that are important to God instead of wasting my time blogging about things I don't like.......gotta go!</span>Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-62724844700596015522012-10-06T05:54:00.000-07:002012-10-06T05:56:15.475-07:00Mountains and mole hillsI just had to record this in cyber infamy today that I actually got up by myself with no mental torture and placed running shoes on my feet and went running and.... wait for it..... I actually enjoyed it. This. Is. Huge. I never like to run. I moan and complain and whine and talk ugly to my insides until I am done usually. But not today. <br />
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I'd like to say I've come a long way in this area and that it'll change from here on out, but I know that is not the case. I'm glad I went, don't get me wrong. I am very excited that I wasn't miserable and that I actually ran the entire workout without cheating or stopping at all. But I am not kidding myself here.<br />
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What usually happens in my life is that those things that I once made mountains out of mole hills become mole hills again when I am facing a much bigger mountain on the horizon. I ran the mountain today, but not the one I was supposed to run. I picked the one that seemed not so daunting and much more doable. My faults are many in this area. My mountain is bigger and bigger everyday because I don't face it and go to the top and conquer it. I just choose to take the trail that leads me up the mole hill, that once used to be my colossal mountain. It's kind of like when you're a kid and you're riding your bike and you pop a wheely and your tire comes off the ground maybe an inch but you think it you suddenly reached Evil Knievil status! It seems much bigger than it really is but you keep doing it because you think you're awesome. Ok, strange analogy...<br />
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I don't want to hike that mountain that I have raised in my life. I don't want to approach it. I don't even like looking at it from a distance in reverent beauty. It's ugly. It has no trees. It's rocky and full of loose rocks. It can't be tamed. It can't be overtaken without pain and suffering on my part. I will need to sacrifice things in my life that I don't want to sacrifice. I will have to face the things that scare me the most, relationships, finances and service, just to mention a few. When I look at this gargantuan piece of my journey it makes me not like myself at all. It casts a shadow that ironically lights up those things in my personality that are unattractive and harsh and disgusting.<br />
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I know I have to face this part of myself that is not living up to giving God the glory. I know I must surrender to grace and mercy and start dishing it out in my life. When I was running this morning and listening to my music a song came on that had lyrics so simple, so amazingly beautiful and just what I needed. There is a line that says, "give your all to Jesus, there is freedom". Not give your all, like giving your best effort, but giving your all. Your good, your great, your best but also your ugly, your nasty, your disgusting, your failures, your mountains that you've so meticulously erected in your path. I need to stop trying to place Jesus back on the cross for my selfishness. I need to stop spending my time moving the dirt around in my life to build up another mountain and focus on what God has for me to do in my life. I know it's not this.<br />
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So, Gracious and Merciful Savior, first of all, thank you for today! Thank you for my successful running attempt. Thank your for my life in this world where you have already claimed it as your territory! I worship you this morning! Come into my life today and wipe out the cobwebs in those dark recesses of my soul that need to be used for you. Help me to tear down the mole hills in my life and throw away my shovel that I carry around to build the mountains with. Lord, help me to give it all to you today. You are my rock. You are my redeemer. I love you. Heavenly Father forgive me for my disgusting behavior. Forgive me for my ugliness in my heart. Help me to cleanse away those things in my life that break your heart. Help me to see others and myself the way you see us. Amen.<br />
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I thank God for music in my life. I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did this morning!!<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WibIhq6pNTo" width="853"></iframe>Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-68554285145551059812012-09-17T13:27:00.000-07:002012-09-17T13:27:31.318-07:00When you must "shut the front door"I laugh at the commercial where the family is trying the new product, that currently escapes my memory as to what it is, and the mother exclaims in joy, "shut the front door" and I think she's going to actually say something else each time. Goes to show you just what kind of sick individual I am deep inside..... but really, do you know when to actually "shut the ........."? I've had my lesson in listening this week and I think I'm done speaking.... forever.<br />
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I have started a new venture called Mooresville Mission School. It follows the Live School curriculum for learning. I am so excited about this program. I think. Yes, I am. Maybe. We had our introductory class last night and it was pretty rocking awesome and quite scary at the same time. One of our main facilitators is from Mwandi, Zambia and lives there in the village and teaches Live School to people who travel miles on foot from the bush to a tent city to lodge there for months together with the other students to learn more about God's will in their life. They sleep, eat, study and fellowship together for months on end while completing this curriculum. Anyway, enough back story.... Our facilitator, Percy, talked about how this is less of a spiritual school and more a school about us, who we are, what our true character is and whether it lines itself up with our character in God's eyes and His will. Lots of talk about diving in deep into ourselves and looking at what makes us tick. Ok, am I really sure that I want to do this? No. I'm not sure, but am definitely forging ahead with great excitement, if that makes any sense what so ever.<br />
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One of our overviews of the upcoming lessons is about being able to take criticism from others and how to react correctly to the criticism. Because if we are all children of God and brothers and sisters in Christ and we are speaking truth in a loving way, then how should we react to these people that we love so much? Should we give it right back in a snarly, sarcastic and overly defensive manner? Well, that's pretty much how I react at least on the inside and play over and over in my head on how good it would sound. Then I blurt out something resembling, "oh yea, well you're a doo-doo head!" but in a more adult manner. Until today that is. I had a conversation with someone I love dearly who called me on somethings that I had said. Really God? Must I do the lesson early? How should I react? What do I want to say? What should I say? Was it true? Should I defend myself? Should I drag others into it? All of these questions were swirling through my head as I am listening to this person. Love. Love. Love. Love. That's the sticky sweet syrup that was pouring over my soul as I listened. I hate syrup. I don't like sticky, its why I detest peeling an orange and eating it. But all I could find myself saying was, "I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I am sorry I hurt you. I am sorry." I'm sure it was boring and sounded more like begging for forgiveness, but I am truly sorry for my behavior. But now. Now I just wish I could crawl in a hole and stay there forever.<br />
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I know the image I had in my head last night went more like this when we were discussing the lesson. I would sit in a circle while people threw criticism at my like helium balloons that just playfully bounced off of me and up and away the hard feelings went and we all hugged and smiled and said we loved each other and God looked down with pleasure and delight. BOLOGNA!!! The Oscar Meyer version! The lesson isn't just in the act of taking it in and understanding our reaction to it, but also the carnage in the hours, days, months ahead that will constantly need to be dealt with and loved on and mended. If I would've just thought about it at the moment and realized that I really didn't want to go down that path, maybe I could've just shut my mouth. Maybe.<br />
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Not sure how things will turn out. Only God knows how truly sorry I am in my heart. Only God knows what is to come in the future. Only God. I must live in the moment of complete submission to His plan and do it quietly. Listening to the Holy Spirit.<br />
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An analogy from our class last night brought amazing images to my mind. Percy talked about how we will be stretched by the knowledge we will learn and how we will be stretched mentally when we are growing and how in doing so it will finally give the Holy Spirit room enough to dwell within us. I can just see the Holy Spirit stretch arms out wide (yes I know there aren't arms, but go with me) and doing a verbal stretch and sigh as He makes himself comfortable in me. I want to make room for the Holy Spirit. I want him to live in the mansion that God creates within me where he can stretch and be comfortable instead of rent controlled apartment with no indoor plumbing. <br />
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I will leave you with these tidbits from the class. Did you know that when the song writer wrote the words for Spirit of the Living God that the lyrics were actually like the following and not watered down like they are for the hymn books:<br />
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Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-57815646426392930402012-08-02T10:47:00.001-07:002012-08-02T19:44:20.958-07:00Calming ChaosI am making lunch. Tearing up my kitchen and making a mess. Girls are getting hamburgers but since I ran this morning, yes that's right I did it, then I decided something a bit more good for me was in store. That, plus I don't eat meat. So, I opted for stuffed acorn squash! When I sit at the banquet table in heaven I bet they have this! I love these but I make such a mess in the kitchen when I prepare them. Then, of course, those little scamps are trashing the rest of the house by making sure all of the toys are out by the time I'm done! Well worth the trade I guess. As I wait for my squash to bake, Little Dude #1 has decided to try climbing on the couch! I just want to watch clean house in denial! Why do these little creatures deny me? I've been going since 6 a.m. I have permission to babble randomness. You're welcome!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvT502rk9KmsjLCQXSffG68LP3vQ6_zEvCRNTXYCA-gHCZ9wa81qZad3F73mLuaZ8vLqNhJR1imgOz05pkj2WKf_nsj6dMrXMHzsqqXFsY84m_bfRspiKBQwNLIT_6DgthxcFkOtOiNRi/s640/blogger-image-4968388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvT502rk9KmsjLCQXSffG68LP3vQ6_zEvCRNTXYCA-gHCZ9wa81qZad3F73mLuaZ8vLqNhJR1imgOz05pkj2WKf_nsj6dMrXMHzsqqXFsY84m_bfRspiKBQwNLIT_6DgthxcFkOtOiNRi/s640/blogger-image-4968388.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1utDz9sVsUK6bzsRcaLXOcqZ6Zwj0LJCRE8C1L8n10tGwlw1nNAFVzNv51K6KIjMBM_UdSgZdl6aQGOogjZ5NHqILsz_-Jk5ErtGylkGC93n1CJBFgmL3xd_WUNJKFFyQpkLAjirz0gZ/s640/blogger-image--980433553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1utDz9sVsUK6bzsRcaLXOcqZ6Zwj0LJCRE8C1L8n10tGwlw1nNAFVzNv51K6KIjMBM_UdSgZdl6aQGOogjZ5NHqILsz_-Jk5ErtGylkGC93n1CJBFgmL3xd_WUNJKFFyQpkLAjirz0gZ/s640/blogger-image--980433553.jpg" /></a></div>Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-28610317962796044392012-08-01T18:10:00.001-07:002012-08-01T18:10:15.901-07:00Holy Spirit<pre id="embed"><a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/5537286/Holyl_Spirit" title="Wordle: Holyl Spirit"><img alt="Wordle: Holyl Spirit" src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/5537286/Holyl_Spirit" style="border: 1px solid #ddd; padding: 4px;" /></a></pre>Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-64605296110913607692012-08-01T09:34:00.001-07:002012-08-01T09:34:38.161-07:00Hoofbeats, Heartbeats<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am not fun to hang around anymore. Just read my last post for my attitude overview. But what I mean by that statement is really something I have come to understand as my reality. Because I decided to become vegan a few years ago, the dinner invites have drastically reduced. And when I say drastically I mean we've only ever been asked by a handful of people to hang out and now noone asks. At first I just chalked it up to the fact that it's totally overwhelming for people not to cook with meat and cheese. It just sends them into a panic. But then it's become more apparent that my attitude just sucks mostly and who wants to deal with that anyway? I mean people have their own lives to deal with they don't need my meaningless drama oozing out of my pie-hole. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I must exercise. I just have to do it. I know that my radical attitude adjustment and outlook on life will be much more positive as I beat the pavement with my Izumis. The thought of listening to the side to side rhythms of my shoes hitting the ground makes me a bit giddy. But then my day sets in and it doesn't happen and I throw myself on the bed like a 2 year old diva with the backside of my hand against my brow writhing in moans about how I have once again skipped my exercising. I know. I know without a doubt that exercising everyday or even every other day makes my overall demeanor pleasant. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, yesterday I downloaded the C25K app for my phone which actually syncs to my podrunner music as I go. Whew, it was hard work downloading that app. I think I burned .5 calories then probably ate something horrendous to offset what I just burned. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today, I set my alarm for 6. I was going to get up. I swear. But my alarm went off and I massaged the snooze button til 7:05 which gave me 15 minutes to get ready for babies to darken my door. I cannot do it during the day. Not going to happen. Why? Well, here's the deal. I am not bragging about this I promise you, but there isn't anyone I can call that can watch a set of one year old twins and an 18 month old and not look as though they've just been through a wind tunnel when I return. It takes 2 or more people to make sure said toddlers don't try to take over the world while I'm gone. The only other person that I know can do it already has a set of twins and two other kids of her own and when she's around I cannot stop staring at her amazingness! Anyway, it's hard for me to coordinate a team of folks to come to my house just so I can get my lazy butt off the couch. I really need to stop giving my phone alarm so much love in the morning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It will happen, most likely tomorrow, but not promising that either. Aren't you glad you're reading this very anti-motivational blog post about inadequacies and boredom? See what your life has come to? Reading my posts to make yourself feel better about your accomplishments! I assure you, I will prevail! It will happen and I will feel better about life. Then, and only then will my social calendar possibly start looking up for those who actually want to put up with my presence. LOL!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, here is the verse I am studying on today. Interesting to think that the more I stay in this bad attitude place the more my life is that of a miscarriage or a stillbirth. I must stop this nonsense.</span><br />
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<i><span style="color: #38761d;">So, my friends, this is something like what has taken place with you. When Christ died he took that entire rule-dominated way of life down with him and left it in the tomb, leaving you free to "marry" a resurrection life and bear "offspring" of faith for God. For as long as we lived that old way of life, doing whatever we felt we could get away with, sin was calling most of the shots as the old law code hemmed us in. And this made us all the more rebellious. In the end, all we had to show for it was miscarriages and stillbirths. But now that we're no longer shackled to that domineering mate of sin, and out from under all those oppressive regulations and fine print, we're free to live a new life in the freedom of God.</span></i></div>
</div>Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-24797164666726663132012-07-30T18:24:00.001-07:002012-07-30T18:24:35.102-07:00Forget about it.I'm a vegan. I'm a vegan. I'm a vegan. I say these words to myself everyday. I have lived this way now for almost 2 years. I find myself repeating these same words to others very often and then having to define what it means over and over. I get that. I am not complaining. I am not trying to force anyone to do the same. I am just trying to survive here people. Everyday I wake up to the same freaking voice in my head that talks me out of exercising and talks me out of my early morning devotionals and talks me out of NOT eating those peanut butter m&m's that are from the devil's kitchen!!!! They are not vegan, by the way. I hate that little voice. It is taking over my life and my body once again. I had divorced that voice 2 years ago and said I would never ask it out again. But here I am. Failing miserably at being healthy. But how, you ask, can a vegan be unhealthy. Well, let's just say sugar and flour are vegan and I can bake and make some awesome crap to eat that has no animal parts and pieces and sit my #$$ on the couch all day and not burn it off. I do this day in and day out. I. Am. Tired. Of. Failing. I am tired of turning right back into the same me I said I would never be again. Why do I do this? Why do I fall back into this sea of pitch black sludge and find myself perfectly comfortable there for a long period of time? I don't even realize when I have stopped breathing and that the sludge is slowly filling my positive attitude until it chokes to death. I've tried being one with the man upstairs. It does help. But I find myself failing miserably at wanting to spend time with Him everyday. I heard someone quote that if you read the bible out of obligation then it was for the wrong reasons. I want to learn more and be deep within His presence on a daily basis, but that's it. A desire. Nothing more. I can't seem to jump start that engine and get my spiritual good mood back in its place. I am human. I tend to suck at follow through on anything. Except this vegan thing. I am and have been meat free for two years and animal protein free for two years unless someone sneaks in a bit of cheese in my order. But I have gained back a portion, and only a small portion of my weight. But enough for me to chalk it up to one more thing I suck at. Yes, I realize I just ended my sentence with a preposition. I apparently forgot everything I learned in school. Hmmm.... there is a pattern here. So, my pity party is over, well its over in front of you. I had no party favors to hand out with this one. Maybe next time. There will be a next time I'm sure. Ugh.<br />
Pray for me. Please. I don't know how to kick myself in the butt anymore.Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-73734770343801615742012-02-01T06:57:00.001-08:002012-02-01T06:57:59.841-08:00PrayerDear Lord,<br />
Help me to find the time to read your word, pray with you, spend time with you alone, love, live, laugh, blog, run, smile, etc.<br />
AMEN!!<br />
love,<br />
meMomof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-74833207144855747652011-11-07T08:26:00.001-08:002011-11-07T08:26:47.676-08:00<br />
<pre id="embed" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;"><a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/4365250/2_Peter_1" title="Wordle: 2 Peter 1"><img alt="Wordle: 2 Peter 1" src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/4365250/2_Peter_1" style="border: 1px solid #ddd; padding: 4px;" /></a></pre>Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-63910765550611855912011-11-02T07:44:00.000-07:002011-11-02T07:44:18.283-07:00Who are you on the inside?<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My life is in a constant state of movement. Which is the way I roll, til recently. I have just wanted to do nothing but sit on my rear and watch things go by. I don't want to leave the confines of my home, yet I don't want to be here and I definitely don't want to do anything, i.e. housework. Part of my day is busy with baby squeezins on the cutest little 6 month old that isn't from my gene pool. She's a cutey patootie! Then when she's sleeping, like now, I just want to check out. Don't want to think about all that is going on around me, even those things that need my attention, like my housework, my online class, my follow ups on different things, etc. All of which are important, but for some reason I just don't care much about any of it. I want to be laying on the beach today. Yesterday it was the mountain cabin in Colorado which is nice, but the beach is closer and most likely more attainable to actually do. But yet again an unrequited dream for today. </span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Then the butterflies in my stomach start to flutter incessantly and I want to find something to change my focus before I curl up in the corner and start to cry. A few tears will fall and my stomach ends up in my throat and I can't deal with that right now, so I try to stuff it all back down and just swallow really hard. And, there, back to normal, or whatever normal is for now. But then the nausea sets in and I wish I were crying again, but not really.</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My children are wonderful. For two of them, they are not my life's work anymore and I'm not sure how to appropriately train my brain and my heart to realize that letting go and letting God is exactly what I need to get used to doing for them now. My role has changed from a teacher to a nurturing mentor. Which basically means knowing when to keep your mouth shut.</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The above Italicized piece of my post was written months ago, but is exactly what I am still feeling today. It's ludicrous, my attitude. I have no reason what-so-ever to be so negative and in such a bad mood all of the time. Want to know why? Community. My life of people around me. Those whom God has placed in my midst at the perfect time for me to glean from, listen to, be encouraged by. But what do I do? I continue to stay in my poor pitiful me mood and believe the lies that are whispering in my ear and trying to force them to be my reality when I know its totally untrue.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-A husband who tells me all the time, "I love you." "You're beautiful." And who constantly wants to be with me.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-A friend who reminds me every time a see her when I ask how she's doing, "I am choosing to be good" that it is my choice to decide what kind of crappy attitude I am going to have or if I am going to choose to be different today.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Friends and family who constantly make me feel comfortable having them over, when my house is a complete mess, they just turn their eyes and enjoy the fellowship of each other.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Friends who are always complimenting my cooking.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Besties that I can text my crappy attitude woes and they offer me Starbucks!!!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-A mother who always wants to hang out with me and help me with my housework and I make her sit and talk, instead (why do I do that?)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-A dad who would literally drop EVERYTHING for me if I asked him to do so.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-A job that allows me to smile at a baby everyday and she smiles at me regardless of my crankiness. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-A set of friends who bring their baby to me everyday because they trust me to care for her and love her like they do and they constantly tell me they appreciate me.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-Children who love me, laugh with me, put up with me, call me and call me mom, momma, mother.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">-A God who loves me enough to orchestrate all of the above just for me, each and every day of my life.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am ungrateful and so unworthy of all my blessings through the people in my life. But God is aware of that too and He sends them anyway. I pray that I will continue to add to this list daily and come to appreciate and reciprocate what God has done for me by doing for others. I am blessed to be within the warmth of the blanket God has woven for me. The blanket weaved from those souls, believers and unbelievers, that God believes to be useful in my life if I would just stop listening to my own selfish lies and start hearing the music around me in these people. I intend to turn up the volume today and lend an ear to the truth.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> “‘I saw the Lord always before me.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span></span></div>
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Because he is at my right hand, </div>
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I will not be shaken. </div>
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<sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV1984-26965" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top;">26</sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"> Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; </span></div>
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my body also will live in hope, </div>
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<sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV1984-26966" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top;">27</sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"> because you will not abandon me to the grave, </span></div>
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nor will you let your Holy One see decay. </div>
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<sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV1984-26967" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top;">28</sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"> You have made known to me the paths of life; </span></div>
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you will fill me with joy in your presence.</div>
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<br />Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-63124397999694397972011-08-17T10:11:00.000-07:002011-08-17T10:11:10.261-07:00Escaping and panic attacks<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If it were up to me, today, right this minute, my reality would consist of sitting in a cabin, a small one, in the woods of Colorado watching the Aspen trees ready themselves for autumn. Yep, when I close my eyes to have my Calgon moment it is that scene playing in my head. So what's wrong with that? Nothing really, except that it just seems cruel to be there every time my eyes close. Those stupid desires and dreams we have in our lives taunting us. Why does God let me have these desires knowing we cannot fulfill them. I want to sit on the front porch with the chill of the air lingering til mid-morning. Stay curled up in a Woolrich blanket and sip my fourth cup of coffee. Homeschool my children using every book from The Lamplighter reading into the night by candlelight and the warmth of the woodstove roaring in the corner. Sounds pretty dang awesome, right? Ok, some of you might not think so, but it sounds like nothing short of heaven for me and I'm pretty sure that my husband would be right there with me on this one. But, really, back to the original question, "what's wrong with that?" Nothing really. Most people live their lives the way that they want to without thought or regard to much else. I'm for the "what about me" attitude right now, cause I'm in that mood so brace yo-self. Here's my 12 month plan. Yea, life's too short for the 3 year version.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Plan:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Save money</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Buy property for cheap in Colorado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Build log cabin, open floor plan, minimalistic furnishings</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Move into above cabin</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Plant garden</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Watch children and garden and marriage grow into something amazing</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can every fruit and vegetable under the sun</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hunkerdown for winter</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Light fire in woodstove</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Buy more Woolrich accessories</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Crochet entire wardrobe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Start learning how to use a loom</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shovel snow off of roof</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Get ready for spring</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Start over again for the next 12 month plan</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A great list, of course a little too much about tactics and less about concepts...... I struggle so hard with wondering why I can't have this life. No, really, it's quite sad. Will I be on my death bed with regrets in this area? IDK. Here's why. I believe in a God, a wonderful, omnipotent one. One that has laid out for me a plan for my life to follow His will in my life. While God is definitely everywhere I go, like the mountains of Colorado, my heart just feels suffocated sometimes by the life I lead. One of doing the "right" thing, living my life honoring God and walking the road he wants me to travel. I know that He will provide for my families' every need, I know that, He has proven it time and time again. There are times that my hubby and I discuss how amazing it would be to be missionaries, anywhere. Or to travel from disaster relief to disaster relief and sharing the hope of Christ to those in need. But then through fear or laziness or lack of knowledge I cower in the corner of my mind and click my heels together wanting to just be in the solace of that cabin. That stupid, adorable, rustic, amazing cabin. I want to pray, but don't want to hear. Or maybe I will get the answer I desire. Or maybe my desire will morph to meet the will of the Almighty and when I open my eyes there before me will lie my desire.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><i>-Galatians 2:20</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-37146809065269136822011-06-23T15:07:00.000-07:002011-06-23T15:07:15.801-07:00Status Updated<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am a Facebook fanatic. Not so much to let others know what it is I'm doing every second of the day, but really just to keep up with friends and offer encouragement when I can. I take it on as a very different social media for me. Some join to find their soulmate or to reconnect with old friends or for networking, etc. I just like it because as I am locked away in my house most days it gives me a way to get out into the world while still sitting on babies and doing laundry. Sometimes, however, things come across that just really put into perspective how we are all in different places in our lives, whether spiritual growth or just plain existing in society. Here's the one that caught my eye today, names have been changed to protect the "friends" in my list:</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Jane Doe Gooder: Ever done something nice for somebody and wonder why? I'm questioning myself right now!</i></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ok, let's get this straight. I used to live a life of "do", then wait for affirmation, then pat myself on the back, then do again and wait for more affirmation. But what happened for me was that when I didn't get the affirmation, my feelings got hurt, my heart hardened and I no longer felt like giving anybody anything. What was wrong with people didn't they understand the effort I put in to making their day better? Wasn't my gift amazing enough to deem a simple accolade? Then loud and clear in God's sweet and simple way, He asked the same of His gift to me. Wasn't my gift enough for you? But here is the difference. My attitude in giving was certainly not the same as the Heavenly Father's attitude of giving. He gave because He loved me. He gave because He wanted to give. I was giving to get, which is not giving at all.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Matthew 6:3-4 But when you give to the needy (or to those you love), do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing (give so often and so much that it becomes like breathing, involuntary), so that your giving may be in secret (even a secret from yourself). Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Forgive me for the parenthetical paraphrase, but it gets my point across through this scripture. Like breathing, you don't think about EVERY breath you take until its hard to breathe. I want to practice giving so I stop thinking about giving and it does not become hard to give.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, update your spiritual status and let us all know "what's on your mind". Imagine if Jesus had a facebook and recounted everything through his status.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Ungrateful people. Fed thousands then told them the Good News and they all left."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Being crucified tomorrow. Probably won't be on here for a while. At least three days."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Funniest thing happened today. I walked on water and Peter fell in. Too funny. LOL!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-64346660241968765842011-06-12T17:14:00.000-07:002011-06-12T17:25:39.584-07:00B-, C+ and She Daydreams in ClassMost of my school years were described with the above, with some "talks too much in class" thrown in and a little bit of "she is a great student". Everything I needed to know I learned in ........ just rang through my head and frankly still does. I am such a daydreamer no matter where or what I am doing, my mind is wandering here and there. Things to do. Oh, why? Seriously, why? I can't take it with me when I leave this earth, so why? Thank goodness that pile of laundry will not follow me to the heavens! Although for my sis-in-law, she's love it. She loves laundry. Ick. <br />
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I have been on an average path my whole life. Eh, whatever. C'est la vie. Whatever shall be, shall be. It's killing my exercise routine among other things. I find my time sucked out of my day by things that I can't even recall their existence when I lay my head on the pillow rather than those things I really need to be doing, focusing on and making a priority. I love to sometimes be anywhere but where I am. Like I am more secure in the depths of my fantastic imagination than anywhere in my reality. It happens with my devotionals on a daily basis. I'm in God's word and daydreaming about what awaits me later that day. Or I justify multi-tasking my quiet time by doubling it up with reading my emails. You know, the subscribed daily devotionals...... yea, not the same.<br />
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I do not believe that the daydreaming process is a bad behavior inherently, but getting out of hand like mine does, it does become somewhat of a life sucking manifestation of my spiritual journey. When I find myself not staying on track with my daily quiet time and bible study I become distracted more easily and find that my daydreams become these thoughts of wild, weird, awful events and travels that just overwhelm my thoughts. Last few weeks I've been convinced that I have some sort of life threatening disease because of a strange pain I've never felt before. I have come to understand that the pain is derivative of the 15+ pound hunk of baby fat I tote around 10 to 11 hours out of the day. But because I have resorted to finding other ways to take up my time, i.e. Netflix, Facebook, randomness and have not stayed the course with my walk with God, I let in all kinds of negative influences on my life. I don't really know if I am disease ridden, but highly doubtful. What I do know is that I am going to need more of my Heavenly Father's influence in my life to cope with something like that. To bring me hope, joy. "Be transformed by the renewing of your mind" in Romans 12 is so true. Both ways, good and bad. You will transform your mind if you fill it with drivel, you will get slime and sludge and nothing of substance. If you fill it with the all powerful wisdom from the God above you will find hope and peace and joy in this crazy life here on earth. <br />
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I'm up for the joy. How about you?<br />
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Christ brings us new life through the transforming power of his love. Take a moment this week. I am going to try. And try without daydreaming about silliness, but daydreaming about those heavenly things, that's where I'll start.<br />
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And then, there was <a href="http://www.adisciplesnotebook.com/">this</a> on my blog page to the right of my new post and I thought it was worth sharing here.Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-39314583562987301942011-06-05T18:30:00.000-07:002011-06-05T18:30:16.395-07:00Eumorpha pandorus, yea bless you!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This darling little (ha!) creature was hanging out on our screened door the other day at the crack of dawn because we forgot to turn off the front porch light from the night before. Holy moly. He, or she, was huge! Of course, I had to go wake up Sarah so she could take a look at it and do her normal researching to find out "what the world" it was. Hence the pictures that follow. <i style="font-weight: bold;">Eumorpha pandorus</i>, or otherwise know as the Pandorus Sphinx Moth, is it's correct identification. Pretty amazing creature. Even more mind boggling is that the caterpillar from whence it came is a bold red fat looking guy with white spots! God is amazing to detail, isn't he?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHeL_Lq5dvWadNc38LG4Pvg6Y7_-jKLacoR5E38vRhHAWHAmcoUUZBl6UrlQ8Mlcd6KWpjOmZFPnDI4XMfyBcpO_kQ0Irpi_swVClXvBmxVQkrkQApq8N_Pp2PRhyCu8-4KMaSDHHwH0q1/s1600/DSC00384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHeL_Lq5dvWadNc38LG4Pvg6Y7_-jKLacoR5E38vRhHAWHAmcoUUZBl6UrlQ8Mlcd6KWpjOmZFPnDI4XMfyBcpO_kQ0Irpi_swVClXvBmxVQkrkQApq8N_Pp2PRhyCu8-4KMaSDHHwH0q1/s320/DSC00384.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then there was this guy:</span></div><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We don't know exactly what in the world he was except really ticked off and very grouchy! Our cat tried to figure it out, but to no avail. It has monstrous looking pinchers and funky wings! It was on attack with those pinchers going crazy.</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, when Sarah is not doing her entomology, she has taken on a new venture!! Vegan dog treats! I would love to go into some wild story about wanting to get my dogs on a raw diet and what-not, but really it's just because I am too cheap to buy dog treats at the store and I had all of these ingredients in my cabinets!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, here ya go:</span></div><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The actual recipe said to cut into dog bones and she tried a few of those and was glad we did small rectangles for the rest!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And Virginia and Chantilly are happy campers so far!</span></div>Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-52001585452306424392011-06-05T18:01:00.000-07:002011-06-05T18:01:51.228-07:00Life, it's worse than I thought<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, life's been busy around here. Yadda, yadda, yadda and all those other excuses of why I haven't blogged in weeks, months, a while. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It's all good. Ran a couple of races, but my running has dwindled to a halt, until my schedule lets up enough for me to get some sleep and wake up early to do it! Ok, enough excuses with that too.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>~Matthew 6:32-33</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8571421421799321677.post-36963773119690908542011-04-05T06:37:00.000-07:002011-04-05T06:37:55.569-07:00GoneThis describes so much of my life right now.<br />
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Top 10 (In no particular order) Gone Things:<br />
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1. My two oldest boys as they "live" and "love" in Colorado.<br />
2. The race I've trained for since November is over and done with.<br />
3. The 40 pounds I am to never see again.<br />
4. Any clothes that actually fit.<br />
5. My dreams of being "America's Next Top Model". I think my age did for me on this one. Hehe.<br />
6. The ounce of sanity I once had. I now need to unbusy my life. I am feeling the effects of going, going, going.<br />
7. My fear of dying while running a 10k.<br />
8. The desire to consume large amounts of food. My appetite is quite tame now. Amazing.<br />
9. The awesome cooking skills I used to have when searing a piece of meat. Now, just average. Oh well.<br />
10. The want for the next thing. I am content where I am. God is good.Momof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/11942807554721849696noreply@blogger.com3