Thursday, August 31, 2006
NeverBorrowUnderwear
What a shock this morning when I got up and realized...not only did I oversleep an hour, but I had forgotten to wash underwear last night.
Here was the dilemma. Do I rewear yesterday's undies? Definitely not...a sick thought. Second choice was to go without. I'm just not there yet. Well, the final option in a house with a teenage daughter and a married daughter who still hasn't moved all her stuff was to go through her dresser to see if there was ANYTHING which had more than one inch of fabric and strings.
I could feel the panic surging through my body as I dug in my oldest daughters undie drawer. String after string after string. I was NOT going there. Thongs are definitely butt floss and like I've said before, I don't like underwear that has to constantly be pulled out of my crack. Unbelievable! The more I dug, the more my heart raced thinking I might have to go without. But, as I continued to look...on the bottom of the drawer...was a lone pair of actual underwear.
I thought I was saved but when I put them on, they felt like the front should have been in the back. No matter how you wore them, they felt like they were on backwards. Not only that, I discovered why they had been left in the drawer...they were without elastic or any stretchability.
So, what have I done all day? You guessed it. I've yanked and pulled and de-cracked this antique underwear which apparently was left for dead and will be put in the trash can as soon as I get a undie load done.
Daughter? If you read this, don't ask which pair I threw away. You forgot them at the bottom of the drawer and with good reason...they were worse than a thong!
It could have been worse though. If there had been only boys in the house with me, I would have had another choice...guy's underwear. Nah, I would have just gone without!
Here was the dilemma. Do I rewear yesterday's undies? Definitely not...a sick thought. Second choice was to go without. I'm just not there yet. Well, the final option in a house with a teenage daughter and a married daughter who still hasn't moved all her stuff was to go through her dresser to see if there was ANYTHING which had more than one inch of fabric and strings.
I could feel the panic surging through my body as I dug in my oldest daughters undie drawer. String after string after string. I was NOT going there. Thongs are definitely butt floss and like I've said before, I don't like underwear that has to constantly be pulled out of my crack. Unbelievable! The more I dug, the more my heart raced thinking I might have to go without. But, as I continued to look...on the bottom of the drawer...was a lone pair of actual underwear.
I thought I was saved but when I put them on, they felt like the front should have been in the back. No matter how you wore them, they felt like they were on backwards. Not only that, I discovered why they had been left in the drawer...they were without elastic or any stretchability.
So, what have I done all day? You guessed it. I've yanked and pulled and de-cracked this antique underwear which apparently was left for dead and will be put in the trash can as soon as I get a undie load done.
Daughter? If you read this, don't ask which pair I threw away. You forgot them at the bottom of the drawer and with good reason...they were worse than a thong!
It could have been worse though. If there had been only boys in the house with me, I would have had another choice...guy's underwear. Nah, I would have just gone without!
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Organization-BlessingOrBondage
We've got TV shows on getting organized...organization stores...books on organization but if you are like me, all the shows, books and stores are not enough to get organized...at least the way I would like to be organized.
Take for instance this verse which describes our lives and how we are to live...Paul said to run to win. Now to some, that would read...run to organize. I do believe you have to have some amount of order in life, but if we are not careful, that organizing "spirit" can turn from a beautiful action into a hell filled passion to organize or something is wrong with me kind of thing.
I'll give you a for instance. For many years I worked in retail...still love it to this day. I had worked for a clothing chain where I would daily organize the store and make sure it was user friendly and appealing to the eye. One of those tasks was to straighten the rounds of clothing by making sure there was a finger's width of space between each hanger. Do you know how long it was after leaving that industry I quite spacing all the clothing when I went into a store?
Yeah, I know it was a habit which needed to be broken, but my point is there are just some things in our lives which WE DO NOT NEED TO OVERORGANIZE. Somehow, organization has been put into the same thought as the word BALANCE. If we are not super organized, we are not balanced in our lives.
Stress about not doing everything right. Stress about not being balanced as a mother who has to run taxi service for the kids, cook, clean, nurture, work, volunteer at school, volunteer at church, volunteer at church, volunteer at school for another child, volunteer at church, take on multiple projects elsewhere. You know, in and of yourself, there is no way to stay organized and do all that without a lot of help. I know, whenever I try to be the superwoman of the 70's, I end up "cheating" something else. That roaring woman of years gone by is quickly becoming a overorganized freak who is headed for physical and emotional disaster.
Where is the "balance"? Perhaps instead of balancing our lives by organizing all the things we are doing, we should balance our lives by cutting off a few activities so we can become excellent in a few areas. Even the disciples did that. If you remember the story of Stephen in the Book of Acts, he was one of seven (I think seven) who were appointed by the disciples to look to the daily needs of the widows in the church. Why? Because they were finding the daily care of the widows was keeping them from doing what they were supposed to be doing which was preaching and praying.
How many things in my own life, which are good things, are cutting me off from the important things which I need to focus on right now? I know a few. How about you? Don't buy the superwoman bit by virture of the multiple plates you can balance at one time...but be the superwoman by doing what you are supposed to be doing so you can have excellence in your life and not just organization.
Take for instance this verse which describes our lives and how we are to live...Paul said to run to win. Now to some, that would read...run to organize. I do believe you have to have some amount of order in life, but if we are not careful, that organizing "spirit" can turn from a beautiful action into a hell filled passion to organize or something is wrong with me kind of thing.
I'll give you a for instance. For many years I worked in retail...still love it to this day. I had worked for a clothing chain where I would daily organize the store and make sure it was user friendly and appealing to the eye. One of those tasks was to straighten the rounds of clothing by making sure there was a finger's width of space between each hanger. Do you know how long it was after leaving that industry I quite spacing all the clothing when I went into a store?
Yeah, I know it was a habit which needed to be broken, but my point is there are just some things in our lives which WE DO NOT NEED TO OVERORGANIZE. Somehow, organization has been put into the same thought as the word BALANCE. If we are not super organized, we are not balanced in our lives.
Stress about not doing everything right. Stress about not being balanced as a mother who has to run taxi service for the kids, cook, clean, nurture, work, volunteer at school, volunteer at church, volunteer at church, volunteer at school for another child, volunteer at church, take on multiple projects elsewhere. You know, in and of yourself, there is no way to stay organized and do all that without a lot of help. I know, whenever I try to be the superwoman of the 70's, I end up "cheating" something else. That roaring woman of years gone by is quickly becoming a overorganized freak who is headed for physical and emotional disaster.
Where is the "balance"? Perhaps instead of balancing our lives by organizing all the things we are doing, we should balance our lives by cutting off a few activities so we can become excellent in a few areas. Even the disciples did that. If you remember the story of Stephen in the Book of Acts, he was one of seven (I think seven) who were appointed by the disciples to look to the daily needs of the widows in the church. Why? Because they were finding the daily care of the widows was keeping them from doing what they were supposed to be doing which was preaching and praying.
How many things in my own life, which are good things, are cutting me off from the important things which I need to focus on right now? I know a few. How about you? Don't buy the superwoman bit by virture of the multiple plates you can balance at one time...but be the superwoman by doing what you are supposed to be doing so you can have excellence in your life and not just organization.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
NewDirection
I don't know about you and your family, but it seems that there is a lot, and I do mean a lot of pressure to throw in the towel. It has been unbelievable here lately. Just as folks are recovering from one challenge, another one comes, and then another. Wow...it has been unbelievable...well, in actuality...it is believable.
As I was reading somewhere in the Bible the other day....(don't quite remember where), the statement which grabbed my attention went something like this. Keep far enough back from the Ark so you will know the direction God is taking you. Why? Because you have never gone this way before.
With each new direction, there is pressure. Perspective has to change because while we are in the midst of stuff, the direction God is leading us seems blurred. As we step back and get the big picture of His directing then we can see the path ahead. I suppose there is not an area in our lives right now that doesn't require a big picture of His directing. That was my prayer tonight.
The interesting part of this scripture is...the direction He is taking us is a new direction. We've never been this way before. This is a direction of trust. I know some of you are experiencing this new direction, from FlipFlopMamma to Lala and many more. Questions of jobs and new communities. Questions of ministry and how to see yourself.
It looks like, as God told the Israelites, get the big picture cause you've never been this way before and I want you to follow my lead. It is good news for me, anyway, that He is leading the way. The steps of a righteous man or woman are ordered of God. Now, I just need to understand what I'm looking at...
As I was reading somewhere in the Bible the other day....(don't quite remember where), the statement which grabbed my attention went something like this. Keep far enough back from the Ark so you will know the direction God is taking you. Why? Because you have never gone this way before.
With each new direction, there is pressure. Perspective has to change because while we are in the midst of stuff, the direction God is leading us seems blurred. As we step back and get the big picture of His directing then we can see the path ahead. I suppose there is not an area in our lives right now that doesn't require a big picture of His directing. That was my prayer tonight.
The interesting part of this scripture is...the direction He is taking us is a new direction. We've never been this way before. This is a direction of trust. I know some of you are experiencing this new direction, from FlipFlopMamma to Lala and many more. Questions of jobs and new communities. Questions of ministry and how to see yourself.
It looks like, as God told the Israelites, get the big picture cause you've never been this way before and I want you to follow my lead. It is good news for me, anyway, that He is leading the way. The steps of a righteous man or woman are ordered of God. Now, I just need to understand what I'm looking at...
Monday, August 28, 2006
GoodMorning
Good morning everyone. This is just a short note to let you know I'll probably be on the computer very little this week.
Last Friday, I did something to my back and it gradually got worse on Saturday evening. The chiropractor said it was probably due to many things. Change in work habits...more sitting. Change in shoes...from tennies to dress shoes. He called me a high maintenance woman. I begged to differ but asked him his defination of "high maintenance".
To him, "high maintenance" meant an educated, goal oriented, persistent woman who basically doesn't always say "no" to jobs and doesn't alway listen to her own body, and doesn't slow down...etc. You get the picture. So, with that in mind, it is time to say "no" to a few add ons in my life which have created stress.
Got to go now...more later. Love you all.
Last Friday, I did something to my back and it gradually got worse on Saturday evening. The chiropractor said it was probably due to many things. Change in work habits...more sitting. Change in shoes...from tennies to dress shoes. He called me a high maintenance woman. I begged to differ but asked him his defination of "high maintenance".
To him, "high maintenance" meant an educated, goal oriented, persistent woman who basically doesn't always say "no" to jobs and doesn't alway listen to her own body, and doesn't slow down...etc. You get the picture. So, with that in mind, it is time to say "no" to a few add ons in my life which have created stress.
Got to go now...more later. Love you all.
Friday, August 25, 2006
ProphetPriestKing
Our youngest child has been in a state of internal turmoil since the school year began. You have to understand he has been at a private Christian school for the past three years...preschool through first grade and is just not liking the school or his teacher. Every day has been drama with tears.
He was first shocked to find out he did not have the liberty to talk about Jesus in his school, to hear stories from the Bible, to say the pledge to the Christian Flag, to have a teacher who cannot pray with the children before class begins or to sing songs about Jesus. He is grieving and it has been quite a challenge each day to get this little man...at the age of seven...to even go to school. He used to love school.
My stepping back into the work force on a full-time basis hasn't helped the situation either. This was not a choice for me to do this even though I believe God placed me into a wonderful work environment with three very powerful men of God...one of which is my husband. Still, it is hard for him to understand the need for me to go back to working a 40 hour week. His entire life has been spent with a Mom who, even though I worked, was able to pick him up from school and be at his special programs, and often spend time in the classroom.
It has been a change for me as well. However, I have decided we will have a good school year and God's blessing will be where ever we walk because He directs our paths. This all leads up to the talk I had with our son this morning...a talk which will be repeated every day...here is your look into our car as we drove to school.
"Mom, sit in the back with me", said David with a quivering voice. "Why can't you pick me up from school...why do I have to go to Y care?"
"I work, son, and I don't get off until 5 o'clock...you get out at 3 o'clock, but I'll see you when I get home!"
"My teacher yells at me and the other kids...will you pray for me and for her to take a chill pill?"
"Sure, but I want to tell you something, so settle down and listen to what I am going to tell you. First let me ask you a question. Have you given your life to Jesus and does He live inside you?"
"Yes"
"Well then let me tell you what God says about you then. You are three things...a prophet, a priest and a king. That is what God says about you. King David in the Bible was all of these things...literally. He is your namesake. God gave you his name for a reason.
Okay, first of all you are a king. A good king is a servant. He thinks about the needs of the people first. You are a king as well which means if you see someone who needs the door opened for them and you are there, then you open the door. It means you don't push in front of another kid because you think of them before you think of your need to be in front.
Second, you are a priest. A priest prays for the people. In the Old Testament times, the priest prayed on behalf of the people so that their sins would be forgiven. He made sacrifices...he knew all people mess up and sinned. As a priest, you have the opportunity to pray for your school, your teachers and your classmates. They are not perfect...a priest knows that 'cause he is not perfect. You bless their day and your day as well.
Finally, you are a prophet. As a prophet, you speak the truth...God's truth. That means you don't talk trash about yourself because you are a prophet. You say about yourself and your teacher and your school and others what God says about them.
The Bible says we are to bless those who curse us and do good for those who despitefully use us. Do you remember Joseph in the Bible?"
"Yes."
"Well, Joseph was a favored child. He was his father's special kid. He even had a beautiful coat made just for him. His brothers dumped him in a hole and sold him to be a slave...from being a favorite to a slave. Do you think he had a good day?"
"No."
"Then, he was purchased by a rich man. Joseph was smart like you and ended up in charge of this man's business, but this rich man's wife lied about Joseph...she was a bad woman...and he ended up in prison for doing nothing wrong!...Do you think he had a bad day?"
"Yes."
"Wow, so here is Joseph in prison. Once again...because he didn't complain and gripe he ended up trusted by the jailer and basically put in charge of the prisoners. The King threw his cupbearer into jail with Joseph along with his baker who for some reason had angered the King. Their dreams were interpreted by Joseph and he was right. The baker died and the cupbearer was given his position back. However, the cupbearer forgot about Joseph and didn't try to help him out of prison. Joseph was forgotten. Do you think he had a good day?"
"No."
"But Joseph did his best where ever he was and continued to trust God to make the best out of the worst. Finally, one day the cupbearer remembered Joseph when the King was having some disturbing nightmares. That day, everything changed for Joseph. He went from being a prisoner to second in command of the country. Do you think God put him there because he gripped and complained about his situations?"
"No."
"Okay, so when things aren't going the way you want them to go today, remember...you are a prophet...speak God words, a priest...pray for your teacher and classmates...and you are a king...think about others first. Remember Joseph. I love you little man...have a good day."
So my dear friends, that was my speech this AM. It was cool because the words which came from my mouth were Holy Spirit words. I was encouraged as I said them. I pray he will remember who he is today...I too must remember who I am also...so must you."
By the way...read on down cause I have a new son-in-law and a beautiful married daughter! Go to http://hamptonwedding.blogspot.com to see pics. I'm just a little bit proud!
He was first shocked to find out he did not have the liberty to talk about Jesus in his school, to hear stories from the Bible, to say the pledge to the Christian Flag, to have a teacher who cannot pray with the children before class begins or to sing songs about Jesus. He is grieving and it has been quite a challenge each day to get this little man...at the age of seven...to even go to school. He used to love school.
My stepping back into the work force on a full-time basis hasn't helped the situation either. This was not a choice for me to do this even though I believe God placed me into a wonderful work environment with three very powerful men of God...one of which is my husband. Still, it is hard for him to understand the need for me to go back to working a 40 hour week. His entire life has been spent with a Mom who, even though I worked, was able to pick him up from school and be at his special programs, and often spend time in the classroom.
It has been a change for me as well. However, I have decided we will have a good school year and God's blessing will be where ever we walk because He directs our paths. This all leads up to the talk I had with our son this morning...a talk which will be repeated every day...here is your look into our car as we drove to school.
"Mom, sit in the back with me", said David with a quivering voice. "Why can't you pick me up from school...why do I have to go to Y care?"
"I work, son, and I don't get off until 5 o'clock...you get out at 3 o'clock, but I'll see you when I get home!"
"My teacher yells at me and the other kids...will you pray for me and for her to take a chill pill?"
"Sure, but I want to tell you something, so settle down and listen to what I am going to tell you. First let me ask you a question. Have you given your life to Jesus and does He live inside you?"
"Yes"
"Well then let me tell you what God says about you then. You are three things...a prophet, a priest and a king. That is what God says about you. King David in the Bible was all of these things...literally. He is your namesake. God gave you his name for a reason.
Okay, first of all you are a king. A good king is a servant. He thinks about the needs of the people first. You are a king as well which means if you see someone who needs the door opened for them and you are there, then you open the door. It means you don't push in front of another kid because you think of them before you think of your need to be in front.
Second, you are a priest. A priest prays for the people. In the Old Testament times, the priest prayed on behalf of the people so that their sins would be forgiven. He made sacrifices...he knew all people mess up and sinned. As a priest, you have the opportunity to pray for your school, your teachers and your classmates. They are not perfect...a priest knows that 'cause he is not perfect. You bless their day and your day as well.
Finally, you are a prophet. As a prophet, you speak the truth...God's truth. That means you don't talk trash about yourself because you are a prophet. You say about yourself and your teacher and your school and others what God says about them.
The Bible says we are to bless those who curse us and do good for those who despitefully use us. Do you remember Joseph in the Bible?"
"Yes."
"Well, Joseph was a favored child. He was his father's special kid. He even had a beautiful coat made just for him. His brothers dumped him in a hole and sold him to be a slave...from being a favorite to a slave. Do you think he had a good day?"
"No."
"Then, he was purchased by a rich man. Joseph was smart like you and ended up in charge of this man's business, but this rich man's wife lied about Joseph...she was a bad woman...and he ended up in prison for doing nothing wrong!...Do you think he had a bad day?"
"Yes."
"Wow, so here is Joseph in prison. Once again...because he didn't complain and gripe he ended up trusted by the jailer and basically put in charge of the prisoners. The King threw his cupbearer into jail with Joseph along with his baker who for some reason had angered the King. Their dreams were interpreted by Joseph and he was right. The baker died and the cupbearer was given his position back. However, the cupbearer forgot about Joseph and didn't try to help him out of prison. Joseph was forgotten. Do you think he had a good day?"
"No."
"But Joseph did his best where ever he was and continued to trust God to make the best out of the worst. Finally, one day the cupbearer remembered Joseph when the King was having some disturbing nightmares. That day, everything changed for Joseph. He went from being a prisoner to second in command of the country. Do you think God put him there because he gripped and complained about his situations?"
"No."
"Okay, so when things aren't going the way you want them to go today, remember...you are a prophet...speak God words, a priest...pray for your teacher and classmates...and you are a king...think about others first. Remember Joseph. I love you little man...have a good day."
So my dear friends, that was my speech this AM. It was cool because the words which came from my mouth were Holy Spirit words. I was encouraged as I said them. I pray he will remember who he is today...I too must remember who I am also...so must you."
By the way...read on down cause I have a new son-in-law and a beautiful married daughter! Go to http://hamptonwedding.blogspot.com to see pics. I'm just a little bit proud!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
We'veHadAWedding
Wondered where I've been? Well, our daughter and her Matt decided to tie the knot in a simple ceremony this past Saturday. Actually you have to call it an elopement with parents begging to come...which is what I did.
I am surprised more couples don't do this elopement thing with the ridiculous cost of weddings these days coupled with the stress of who to invite and who to have in the wedding and who is hurt because you didn't have them bring their accordian and sing and on and on. In the end, they just wanted to be together.
After three months of separation while she was a Boot Camp and the recooping period after she got home, they just upped and got hitched. I don't think I could have picked a better man for my daughter than Matt. He is a great guy...even after I freaked out and blubbered and cried and vented on him...he's still talking to me. I think I have a lot to learn about being a mother-in-law.
Somehow I need to invent a clamp to go on my mouth, and put a "butt-out" reminder on the mirror in the bathroom, the car mirror, attached to my purse and sharpied on the back of my hand. My Mother used to say, "I keep my foot in my mouth so often, I need to flavor it with peppermint!"
There is a scripture that says..."keep the door of my mouth and set a guard over my lips." Yep, that one needs to go right by the telephone. One thing is for sure, hubby and I love our daughter and absolutely adore Matt.
Now we will enter into a time of parties and showers and another ceremony. They are an unconventional couple who are planning on heading to Bible school here soon. So look for more pictures and comments as we head through yet another chapter of the "Newlywed Saga".
Smiles and Hugs.
I am surprised more couples don't do this elopement thing with the ridiculous cost of weddings these days coupled with the stress of who to invite and who to have in the wedding and who is hurt because you didn't have them bring their accordian and sing and on and on. In the end, they just wanted to be together.
After three months of separation while she was a Boot Camp and the recooping period after she got home, they just upped and got hitched. I don't think I could have picked a better man for my daughter than Matt. He is a great guy...even after I freaked out and blubbered and cried and vented on him...he's still talking to me. I think I have a lot to learn about being a mother-in-law.
Somehow I need to invent a clamp to go on my mouth, and put a "butt-out" reminder on the mirror in the bathroom, the car mirror, attached to my purse and sharpied on the back of my hand. My Mother used to say, "I keep my foot in my mouth so often, I need to flavor it with peppermint!"
There is a scripture that says..."keep the door of my mouth and set a guard over my lips." Yep, that one needs to go right by the telephone. One thing is for sure, hubby and I love our daughter and absolutely adore Matt.
Now we will enter into a time of parties and showers and another ceremony. They are an unconventional couple who are planning on heading to Bible school here soon. So look for more pictures and comments as we head through yet another chapter of the "Newlywed Saga".
Smiles and Hugs.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
DeadHorseUpdate
Thanks for the comments. Yup...I agree with you all on your astute analysis (big words...wow, I didn't even know I could use those properly!) of the dead horse story.
This all came out of my junior high class I teach at church. Wednesday night, we were talking about Stephen who was the first Christian martyr. As he was being stoned to death, he asked God to forgive those hurling insults and stones at him.
One of the girls chimed in and said, "I would never forgive them!" I grabbed one of the girls by the arm and told her to pull me around the room and I would resist just a little. Then, I grabbed one of the boys by the arm which made the load twice what it was originally. He began to give even more resistance and she ended up all bent over trying to pull the two of us through the room.
We talked about the scene and discovered that as the load got heavier, the focus was not as much on where she was going, but the weight of the load. When we both released her, she was able to focus on her goal.
That is what forgiveness does. I know I have harped on this before, but for some reason, it just keeps coming up. When we forgive, we release the load of the past hurts. When we refuse to forgive, we bind those who have hurt us to ourselves like the cowboy with the dead horse. What is interesting is that once there is unforgiveness, then there is the risk of being offended at someone or something else, and the load increases. It creates problems with our focus, our present and our future.
I believe this is a fresh God word to someone out there. "You have held on, but now it is time to release. For the plans I have for your future, require you letting go of past hurts. The things you desire in your heart cannot come about as long as you hold resentment and unforgiveness in the place of forgiveness. Settle it today and I do mean today. I want to put you in a place of prominence, but until you obey me in this, you have tied my hand to help you. All your cries for appointment to something better have been hindered because of you holding on to those things I've told you before to release. What you have is even at risk of being lost...but if you will release those people who have hurt you, you will see a flood gate open on your behalf."
Blessings and peace on all of you my blogging buddies. For FlipFlopMama...God's peace on you today and may your sleep be sweet tonight as you rest. I pray for a clear arrow directing you to the right place. I pray for a quick turn around with the job situation.
For others of you who are suffering from stress, may God blanket you with his warmth of love. May your hearts turn to praise...a heavenly chill pill.
Muchos Gracias to you all...and of course all my love.
This all came out of my junior high class I teach at church. Wednesday night, we were talking about Stephen who was the first Christian martyr. As he was being stoned to death, he asked God to forgive those hurling insults and stones at him.
One of the girls chimed in and said, "I would never forgive them!" I grabbed one of the girls by the arm and told her to pull me around the room and I would resist just a little. Then, I grabbed one of the boys by the arm which made the load twice what it was originally. He began to give even more resistance and she ended up all bent over trying to pull the two of us through the room.
We talked about the scene and discovered that as the load got heavier, the focus was not as much on where she was going, but the weight of the load. When we both released her, she was able to focus on her goal.
That is what forgiveness does. I know I have harped on this before, but for some reason, it just keeps coming up. When we forgive, we release the load of the past hurts. When we refuse to forgive, we bind those who have hurt us to ourselves like the cowboy with the dead horse. What is interesting is that once there is unforgiveness, then there is the risk of being offended at someone or something else, and the load increases. It creates problems with our focus, our present and our future.
I believe this is a fresh God word to someone out there. "You have held on, but now it is time to release. For the plans I have for your future, require you letting go of past hurts. The things you desire in your heart cannot come about as long as you hold resentment and unforgiveness in the place of forgiveness. Settle it today and I do mean today. I want to put you in a place of prominence, but until you obey me in this, you have tied my hand to help you. All your cries for appointment to something better have been hindered because of you holding on to those things I've told you before to release. What you have is even at risk of being lost...but if you will release those people who have hurt you, you will see a flood gate open on your behalf."
Blessings and peace on all of you my blogging buddies. For FlipFlopMama...God's peace on you today and may your sleep be sweet tonight as you rest. I pray for a clear arrow directing you to the right place. I pray for a quick turn around with the job situation.
For others of you who are suffering from stress, may God blanket you with his warmth of love. May your hearts turn to praise...a heavenly chill pill.
Muchos Gracias to you all...and of course all my love.
LikeDraggin'ADeadHorse
Of course how many of us have dragged a dead horse or maybe it is drug a dead horse. Whatever. I know someone, somewhere did...otherwise we wouldn't have this saying. This creates quite a visual for me. I can see a worn out old cowboy dragging a dead horse with the reins over his shoulders like a backpack. He's struggling to pull something dead for some reason instead of just letting the buzzards have their fill.
What would you think if this cowboy decided to take the horse to his bunkhouse and prop it up outside where he could see it every day. As he heads out to do his cowboying, he loads the dead horse on a trailer and attaches it to the saddle so he can roll it around behind him as he does his work.
Of course, this cowboy has a love a life with some cute old filly down the road. Instead of, once again, letting the buzzards have the dead horse, he keeps it on the trailer and attaches it behind the buggy he will take his beloved in to church. Now by this time the dead horse is getting rather stinky, and the flies are moving in along with other tiny livestock to camp in the rotting carcass.
There is not a situation or a time in the day, this old cowboy is without the dead horse. The interesting thing is, he didn't even like the horse. The horse was ill tempered and enjoyed stepping on the old cowboy. Words would fly everytime he would even think about the horse..."that razamtazle stupid frazzletazle blankety blank horse".
Even more interesting was the fact this old horse didn't even belong to him.
So what's the point to this story? You can't lead a dead horse to water? Or maybe it is...horsing around won't get you anywhere? Nah.
How about you tell me the point?
What would you think if this cowboy decided to take the horse to his bunkhouse and prop it up outside where he could see it every day. As he heads out to do his cowboying, he loads the dead horse on a trailer and attaches it to the saddle so he can roll it around behind him as he does his work.
Of course, this cowboy has a love a life with some cute old filly down the road. Instead of, once again, letting the buzzards have the dead horse, he keeps it on the trailer and attaches it behind the buggy he will take his beloved in to church. Now by this time the dead horse is getting rather stinky, and the flies are moving in along with other tiny livestock to camp in the rotting carcass.
There is not a situation or a time in the day, this old cowboy is without the dead horse. The interesting thing is, he didn't even like the horse. The horse was ill tempered and enjoyed stepping on the old cowboy. Words would fly everytime he would even think about the horse..."that razamtazle stupid frazzletazle blankety blank horse".
Even more interesting was the fact this old horse didn't even belong to him.
So what's the point to this story? You can't lead a dead horse to water? Or maybe it is...horsing around won't get you anywhere? Nah.
How about you tell me the point?
Thanks
Thanks to all of you who have been praying for us. It seemed everything was coming upon us at one time...kind of like a flood.
We have already seen God turn some things around for us. I believe He is actively working on our behalf and I am ever so grateful to Him. The last two days have been like night and day...literally. That is about all I can say right now...perhaps more later. I really want to write about something else and I shall do so after publishing this post.
We have already seen God turn some things around for us. I believe He is actively working on our behalf and I am ever so grateful to Him. The last two days have been like night and day...literally. That is about all I can say right now...perhaps more later. I really want to write about something else and I shall do so after publishing this post.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
TroubleInParadise
I would like for everything to go smoothly in life, but the reality of life is...it doesn't always go the way you want it to go. Well...I've lost about half of you now cause you think this is going to be a downer. Trust me...it will improve.
These past few days have really tested us to see what we are made of... or rather who lives inside. As a mother, you all who are mothers know...you bear the burdens of your husband and your children, and sometimes your parents. The burden is too hard and way too heavy.
I have to remember what Jesus said..."my yoke is easy and my burden is light". Sometimes, like right now the weight can be felt heavily on the chest. There is truth in the term "heart ache", cause that is what it feels like. I won't go into detail, but there is not a member of our family who is not experiencing the weight. Each one needing to vent and get a good perspective on life, and each one using excuses for why they can't do what is right...which is simply...follow what God said do.
His plans are not always easy, and in fact in these cases...never convenient. If convenience was the reason to do anything, we would all be babies for the rest of our lives.
We have all been given something to live up to and something to live for. Whenever we deny the very reason we were created, then we quench the very life that flows through us...and somewhere down the road, we wonder why we are even here.
Heartache and disappointment in self and others leads us down the path of depression and that deep dark hole of despair and hopelessness. But I am here to tell you, in a time of personal pain, there is always hope and a bright future if we don't give up.
Here is a word the Lord gave me this morning...just a few minutes ago. I know it is for me, and maybe it is for you.
IN TIME OF TROUBLE, I'M YOUR RESOURCE. MY WELL IS DEEPER THAN YOUR'S!
It doesn't matter how hopeless things look, His well is deeper and his resources are vast. I will not give up on the one who created me for greatness. I will not give in to the pressures that seek to destroy me. I will not cease to pray for those I love to do what is right and to receive His divine word for their lives. I refuse to be defeated because greater is He who lives in me than the slimbucket which is in the world. I decide today, I will love people no matter what they do because this is the way of the believer in Christ. I also decide today, I will be salt and light in the lives of those I love and not let feelings of possible rejection rule my decisions. I believe God's plans for me are for my good...to bring me a hope and future. I believe I am a conqueror because of Jesus living in me. I believe I will fulfill everything...and I do mean EVERYTHING I have been called to do. There is nothing which has been formed against me which will prosper. Everyone or everything must bow it's/their knees to the plans God has for me in my life. The criticism...it falls on deaf ears. The anger...it will be quenched. The stupid decisions...they will give way to wisdom. The failure...they are just steps to fulfillment. The heart ache...He will give me beauty for ashes and the oil of joy for mourning and the garment of praise for a spirit of heaviness so that I will be a planting of the Lord...so that He will be glorified in my life.
I speak blessings today on you. Never...never give up on life or on the call He has placed in your heart. If you do...where will you go!
These past few days have really tested us to see what we are made of... or rather who lives inside. As a mother, you all who are mothers know...you bear the burdens of your husband and your children, and sometimes your parents. The burden is too hard and way too heavy.
I have to remember what Jesus said..."my yoke is easy and my burden is light". Sometimes, like right now the weight can be felt heavily on the chest. There is truth in the term "heart ache", cause that is what it feels like. I won't go into detail, but there is not a member of our family who is not experiencing the weight. Each one needing to vent and get a good perspective on life, and each one using excuses for why they can't do what is right...which is simply...follow what God said do.
His plans are not always easy, and in fact in these cases...never convenient. If convenience was the reason to do anything, we would all be babies for the rest of our lives.
We have all been given something to live up to and something to live for. Whenever we deny the very reason we were created, then we quench the very life that flows through us...and somewhere down the road, we wonder why we are even here.
Heartache and disappointment in self and others leads us down the path of depression and that deep dark hole of despair and hopelessness. But I am here to tell you, in a time of personal pain, there is always hope and a bright future if we don't give up.
Here is a word the Lord gave me this morning...just a few minutes ago. I know it is for me, and maybe it is for you.
IN TIME OF TROUBLE, I'M YOUR RESOURCE. MY WELL IS DEEPER THAN YOUR'S!
It doesn't matter how hopeless things look, His well is deeper and his resources are vast. I will not give up on the one who created me for greatness. I will not give in to the pressures that seek to destroy me. I will not cease to pray for those I love to do what is right and to receive His divine word for their lives. I refuse to be defeated because greater is He who lives in me than the slimbucket which is in the world. I decide today, I will love people no matter what they do because this is the way of the believer in Christ. I also decide today, I will be salt and light in the lives of those I love and not let feelings of possible rejection rule my decisions. I believe God's plans for me are for my good...to bring me a hope and future. I believe I am a conqueror because of Jesus living in me. I believe I will fulfill everything...and I do mean EVERYTHING I have been called to do. There is nothing which has been formed against me which will prosper. Everyone or everything must bow it's/their knees to the plans God has for me in my life. The criticism...it falls on deaf ears. The anger...it will be quenched. The stupid decisions...they will give way to wisdom. The failure...they are just steps to fulfillment. The heart ache...He will give me beauty for ashes and the oil of joy for mourning and the garment of praise for a spirit of heaviness so that I will be a planting of the Lord...so that He will be glorified in my life.
I speak blessings today on you. Never...never give up on life or on the call He has placed in your heart. If you do...where will you go!
Friday, August 11, 2006
Puff
In a moment...in the twinkling of an eye...
Puff...she was out of diapers and into training panties.
Puff...she was starting to school and didn't want to leave you EVER.
Puff...she asked you not to walk her to her classroom anymore.
Puff...she finds her first crush.
Puff...she lost her first crush and it was back to "I won't ever leave you".
Puff...she'd figured out you are a generation back.
Puff...she is sure you don't know anything.
Puff...she comes home sick and suddently you are an expert nurse and doctor..."Mommie, I don't feel good".
Puff...she quickly forgets your nurturing.
Puff...she is graduating from high school and is afraid to step out into the cold cruel world.
Puff...her actions say once again..."I'll never leave you".
Puff...she leaves for boot camp and suddenly you are saying..."You said you would never leave me!"
Puff...God's intervention brings her back to you.
Puff...she finds her last love...her lifetime love...the man she had always prayed for and hoped for.
Puff...she will soon be saying..."I'll never leave you"...but this time not to me, but to her Matt.
Puff
Hebrews 13:5
... "God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you."
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Genius!?!!?
My sixteen year old daughter has been trying to get in all the friend time she can before school starts next Monday. When I get home from work, she is waiting there with purse in tow and keys jingling to make a quick exit to another friend's home...or to the coffee shop.
This summer has been VERRRRRRRRY LOOOOOOONNNNNGGG for her and for our young son. She looks beat whenever I get home from work after spending all day with an active seven-year-old. So, we've let her have her "friend" times in the evenings while keeping the curfew on target.
Tuesday night was "friend" time again, so she picked up friend 1 to go to friend 2's house. Are you following this yet? Well, we had just finished eating dinner when we received a phone call...
"Hey Mom...(calling from friend 1's phone)...I locked the keys in the car and the car is running!"
Okaaaaaay!
You have to know, friend 2's house is not just around the block, so I jump into the car only to find the greedly guzzler needs gas. So, I get $20 of gas and high-tail it out to friend 2's house.
Now, here's the punch line....
I get out of the car with the keys to the locked up car and approach the stranded teens.
"Mom...let me have the key to the car," says Daughter.
"I'll unlock the car for you...I don't want these keys locked up," says Mother. (For those of you who are old enough to remember Dick and Jane...this is a flashback for you!)
"What do you think I am...stupid?"
Silence.
For those of us who have done the same, I prefer to not use the word stupid, nor genius impaired, but rather...these things happen to those who minds are full. Now, you may say...full of what? I'll leave that to you, but in defense of my daughter who locked her keys in a running car, I'll tell you another story...on me!
I went to college at N.M.S.U. in Las Cruces, N.M. My "at that time which I'm glad I didn't marry him" fiance had already graduated and was working in Denver. I had booked a flight to Denver to see him and had to go downtown to the travel agent to pick up my tickets. As I came out of her office, I realized I had locked my keys in my car. Now, this was back in the 70's and the locks on cars still had the knobbies at the top of the lock. They were very easy to open with a coat hanger.
Well obviously, I didn't have a coathanger in my purse, so I headed to the clinic which was right next door to the travel agent. Not thinking what kind of clinic this was, I barged into "Planned Parenthood" and said I needed to borrow a coathanger. The women in there gasped for air, because apparently I looked to be in a state of panic (only because I needed to get to class). Realizing my major goofup, I quickly added...."to get my car unlocked".
The coathanger was secured and the lock was opened. I never looked back to see if someone was standing at the door watching me to make sure I was indeed unlocking my car.
So, my daughter, until you can top Mom's goofup, we'll let this one slide!
This summer has been VERRRRRRRRY LOOOOOOONNNNNGGG for her and for our young son. She looks beat whenever I get home from work after spending all day with an active seven-year-old. So, we've let her have her "friend" times in the evenings while keeping the curfew on target.
Tuesday night was "friend" time again, so she picked up friend 1 to go to friend 2's house. Are you following this yet? Well, we had just finished eating dinner when we received a phone call...
"Hey Mom...(calling from friend 1's phone)...I locked the keys in the car and the car is running!"
Okaaaaaay!
You have to know, friend 2's house is not just around the block, so I jump into the car only to find the greedly guzzler needs gas. So, I get $20 of gas and high-tail it out to friend 2's house.
Now, here's the punch line....
I get out of the car with the keys to the locked up car and approach the stranded teens.
"Mom...let me have the key to the car," says Daughter.
"I'll unlock the car for you...I don't want these keys locked up," says Mother. (For those of you who are old enough to remember Dick and Jane...this is a flashback for you!)
"What do you think I am...stupid?"
Silence.
For those of us who have done the same, I prefer to not use the word stupid, nor genius impaired, but rather...these things happen to those who minds are full. Now, you may say...full of what? I'll leave that to you, but in defense of my daughter who locked her keys in a running car, I'll tell you another story...on me!
I went to college at N.M.S.U. in Las Cruces, N.M. My "at that time which I'm glad I didn't marry him" fiance had already graduated and was working in Denver. I had booked a flight to Denver to see him and had to go downtown to the travel agent to pick up my tickets. As I came out of her office, I realized I had locked my keys in my car. Now, this was back in the 70's and the locks on cars still had the knobbies at the top of the lock. They were very easy to open with a coat hanger.
Well obviously, I didn't have a coathanger in my purse, so I headed to the clinic which was right next door to the travel agent. Not thinking what kind of clinic this was, I barged into "Planned Parenthood" and said I needed to borrow a coathanger. The women in there gasped for air, because apparently I looked to be in a state of panic (only because I needed to get to class). Realizing my major goofup, I quickly added...."to get my car unlocked".
The coathanger was secured and the lock was opened. I never looked back to see if someone was standing at the door watching me to make sure I was indeed unlocking my car.
So, my daughter, until you can top Mom's goofup, we'll let this one slide!
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
GuessWho
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
OpenHands
I was mulling over the price of gas this morning as I was putting in what seemed to me, "precious gold". "Ridiculous", I thought. "We should have had the refineries built to handle this a long time ago...30 years since a new one has been built and now look at where we are. I need my income to triple to accommodate this ridiculous increase in gas!"
As you can see, my thinking was the griping and complaining kind until I got back into the car to head to work so that I might have a few moments on the computer. If I had just given thought to the song which popped into my head this morning, I might have realized the direction the Holy Spirit was taking me today. "This is the day, that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it."
The Holy Spirit of God drops songs in my mind many mornings. Those songs, often set the pace for the day...the direction I need to keep me on the path.
Anyway, as I was driving to work this morning, the Lord spoke to me in my spirit and said "this is a time of release". Whoa, great...I'm ready for everything to change for the better...everything which has been held back to be released. I am ready, but this was not what He was talking about.
Open your hand and give. In the tightest of times, when the economy is stretched and each day there is crisis...give. It is funny to me that God doesn't seem to get stretched when gas prices are high. He owns everything and has plenty to give, but He wants us to emulate Him. In other words...He is a giver, so we should be givers.
It is as simple as that. Now what, exactly, He wants each of us individually to give is up to Him, but a closed fisted kind of mentality in a time of stress will lead only to poverty. The early church was under stress, but here is what Paul said about a group of believers:
2 Corinthians 8:2
How that in a great trial of affliction the abundance of their joy and their deep poverty abounded unto the riches of their liberality.
In God's economy we are to be liberal in our giving. This is not a political statement. Open hands seem to correspond to an open heart. But in order to see change in our own personal lives, that open hand has to be the hand of God. In other words, listen to His direction...that way the timing and the place are perfect to give.
My prayer this morning is...where can I give, when should I give...what should I give!
As you can see, my thinking was the griping and complaining kind until I got back into the car to head to work so that I might have a few moments on the computer. If I had just given thought to the song which popped into my head this morning, I might have realized the direction the Holy Spirit was taking me today. "This is the day, that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it."
The Holy Spirit of God drops songs in my mind many mornings. Those songs, often set the pace for the day...the direction I need to keep me on the path.
Anyway, as I was driving to work this morning, the Lord spoke to me in my spirit and said "this is a time of release". Whoa, great...I'm ready for everything to change for the better...everything which has been held back to be released. I am ready, but this was not what He was talking about.
Open your hand and give. In the tightest of times, when the economy is stretched and each day there is crisis...give. It is funny to me that God doesn't seem to get stretched when gas prices are high. He owns everything and has plenty to give, but He wants us to emulate Him. In other words...He is a giver, so we should be givers.
It is as simple as that. Now what, exactly, He wants each of us individually to give is up to Him, but a closed fisted kind of mentality in a time of stress will lead only to poverty. The early church was under stress, but here is what Paul said about a group of believers:
2 Corinthians 8:2
How that in a great trial of affliction the abundance of their joy and their deep poverty abounded unto the riches of their liberality.
In God's economy we are to be liberal in our giving. This is not a political statement. Open hands seem to correspond to an open heart. But in order to see change in our own personal lives, that open hand has to be the hand of God. In other words, listen to His direction...that way the timing and the place are perfect to give.
My prayer this morning is...where can I give, when should I give...what should I give!
Friday, August 04, 2006
remember
Remember...that is all I have been hearing here lately."Remember what I've told you."
"Remember what you've taught."
"Remember...do you trust me?"
Reading so many of your blogs has been a wonderful help to me lately because you have echoed the very words I have been hearing from the Holy Spirit.
Let me back up and explain first the picture of the staff. It was many years ago when I first heard Pastor Gary talk about David's staff...it was a lesson I shall always remember.
The staff was one of the tools of David's trade...he was a shepard. Perhaps it had a crook in it, and perhaps it was straight...I don't know. What I do know is that for every important event in his life, he would put a mark on his staff to help him remember that event.
When this shepard stood before Goliath, who was ready to mash him into the ground, he looked at his staff and remembered. He remembered the lion God had helped him kill. He rememered the bear who attacked his sheep and how God had given him the courage to kill him as well. Now, the staff was in his hand as he responded to Goliath..."I've killed the lion and the bear, so you are no big deal."
Okay, so maybe he did't phrase his reponse quite that way, but it was not his strength alone he was remembering, but the times when God prepared him for this moment in history as He gave him what he needed to defeat the enemies who threatened his life, his livelihood, his country, and the reputation of His God.
David remembered. His staff served as a reminder of the faithfulness of God in every circumstance. His staff reminded him of the long days and long nights of watching his sheep and the songs which were written, expressing his innermost thoughts and feelings. The songs of praise and thanksgiving even when he felt threatened and alone.
David remembered and overcame the enemy.
This is as much for me as perhaps some of you. Remember what the Holy Spirit has spoken in your spirit over the last few days, months and years. If you haven't written those words to you down...then do so. Attach an extra blog if need be and have it for your eyes only. Go to it daily so you never forget.
Courage is built on the knowledge of who HE is in you, and what HE has already accomplished through you.
This is for someone out there. You have forgotten the good God has done in your life and you've spent too much time on the negative. Remember today so that your tomorrow will be different. You've given up on life. You're just existing looking forward to the sweet forgetfulness of sleep each night...yet your sleep has not been sweet, but rather sporadic. The stress you hope will end, just arises each morning as you get up. Your day starts with exhaustion and ends the same. The joy you once had...well it just feels like it is totally gone. Your body is racked with pain mostly from stress. God is saying to you today to release all the old crap that has held you down. He's more than able and has very big shoulders for you to lean on. Not only that, He is saying He will take care of the things which concern you if you will praise Him. Why? Because praise lifts you from the cares and struggles of life into His realm where nothing is impossible. Praise re-directs your eyes in the right direction and causes you to see yourself the way God sees you...loved and beautiful. I know you feel ugly right now, but know this...He has made you to be a king, a ruler and an overcomer of EVERYTHING which comes against you...even your own mind. No, you are not crazy, just fatigued. "If you will just trust Me, says the Lord, I will put you on eagles wings and you will soar. I am the breath of life and I desire to blow a wind of newness your direction. Remember, daughter, the old stuff is passed away, so don't go there again. It would be like going back to dead flesh. It is dead...gone...decayed...leave it alone. It is time to forgive all of those who have offended you and I do mean everyone. Leave the past behind and move ahead with me. When you do, you will find the strength to run the race again and feel the air wisp through your hair...you will regain your freedom. I did not come to enslave you, but to free you. Walk in MY freedom today!"
Blessings to all of you, my blogging friends.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
LawdHaveMercy!
This has been a whirlwind of a week and it is not over. My days have been long and when I get home they continue until the wee hours of the morning.
Take for instance last night. I got in at around 9 p.m. or later and had not been home all day except to wipe the grease off my face and repowder and fluff for the evening workshop.
When I got in, it was time to throw a few things in the washer which I can only run on low because it needs to be "snaked".
Then, the little man was ready for a Bible story and some time on the computer with Mom playing word games...then off to bed and lots of hugs and kisses.
Then, Miss frazzled Tiff who has been watching the little man and is tired of being substitute Mom settles down to watch a movie at around 11:30...so, I sat down with her and we watched a movie together until around 1:45 when I went to bed. (by the way, she always wanted to have seven kids when she got married...however, this time with her little brother has narrowed it down to three or four, and I dare say by the end of the summer...it may be ZERO)
Then, I got up at 6 a.m. to get the day started and my wheels are still turning and probably will be until I hit the sheets tonight or sometime tomorrow morning. Lawd have mercy!
So, I am going to bless your sometimes frazzled and harried day...your times when pulling your hair out would feel good...your times when going to the bathroom is wonderful because it is your only break...your times when no one has clean underwear and has to repeat...your times of feeling grungy yet desiring to feel beautiful...and your times when just once you would like to walk into the kitchen and your flipflops NOT stick to the tile. Blessings on each and every one of you. May your day be filled with the godly ability to trust Him...to take a deep breath and breathe out all of the daily crap, and breathe in the daily bread. I pray today you see things the way God sees things. I pray that in the disorder, God orders your steps today.
You are all so very special to me and I pray for all your needs to be met according to HIS VAST WEALTH....Smiles and Hugs.
Take for instance last night. I got in at around 9 p.m. or later and had not been home all day except to wipe the grease off my face and repowder and fluff for the evening workshop.
When I got in, it was time to throw a few things in the washer which I can only run on low because it needs to be "snaked".
Then, the little man was ready for a Bible story and some time on the computer with Mom playing word games...then off to bed and lots of hugs and kisses.
Then, Miss frazzled Tiff who has been watching the little man and is tired of being substitute Mom settles down to watch a movie at around 11:30...so, I sat down with her and we watched a movie together until around 1:45 when I went to bed. (by the way, she always wanted to have seven kids when she got married...however, this time with her little brother has narrowed it down to three or four, and I dare say by the end of the summer...it may be ZERO)
Then, I got up at 6 a.m. to get the day started and my wheels are still turning and probably will be until I hit the sheets tonight or sometime tomorrow morning. Lawd have mercy!
So, I am going to bless your sometimes frazzled and harried day...your times when pulling your hair out would feel good...your times when going to the bathroom is wonderful because it is your only break...your times when no one has clean underwear and has to repeat...your times of feeling grungy yet desiring to feel beautiful...and your times when just once you would like to walk into the kitchen and your flipflops NOT stick to the tile. Blessings on each and every one of you. May your day be filled with the godly ability to trust Him...to take a deep breath and breathe out all of the daily crap, and breathe in the daily bread. I pray today you see things the way God sees things. I pray that in the disorder, God orders your steps today.
You are all so very special to me and I pray for all your needs to be met according to HIS VAST WEALTH....Smiles and Hugs.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
HooRahHooRahIsThatYourHat?
Here's to you Miss Desi Lou.
Thanks for all the comments. So here's a hat's off, Texas style 'specially for this little filly.
Disclaimer...actually, I was born in New Mexico, but have lived in Texas for more of my life, so I'm a second born Texan. Also, I don't really talk like this, and my hair is big some days because I have a lot of hair and it just does that. Also, I have grown to love this state, but am also fond of just about every state I travel through. I love the diversity of this country...it's scenery and beauty...
from sea to shining sea. Oh...I guess I got a little carried away...you almost heard me sing. Really though, this is a hat's off to Desi where ever you live and whatever you do...may you be blessed today.
Long work day, so I'll post more tomorrow...Smiles and Hugs to all of you lovely people out there in blogland...
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