I know I should be doing a "Five on Friday", but my sister-in-law, Shirley, sent me this link to a great website. Anyone who cooks (isn't that all of us!) should take a look at it. It gives you health/safety advice on how to store food, when you need to purge certain foods before they go bad. I've been playing around on this site and it has a ton of information. Enjoy
http://www.stilltasty.com/
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Mother Of The Year... Maybe Next Time
Yesterday I lost all hope of becoming Mother of the Year. Let me start by saying that we live in a great neighborhood with lots of children around Chris' age to play with. The parents are awesome, very nurturing, attentive and all around nice people. We sit outside for hours watching our kids.
The downside is that our doorbell rings every day at 4:00 pm and, since Chris is still young, I feel it is imperative that I be out there to supervise. We live on a busy street and some cars just whip around the corner so I am the dedicated "yeller" for the block.
Anyway, yesterday was a typical day (except for the back ache which I blogged about). We went outside so Chris could ride bikes and, before long, it was time to come inside to have dinner. I was distracted because one of the boys on our block fell off his bike and I offered to grab a bandaid from our house. Meanwhile, another mom was outside watching the kids, including my own who was instructed by me to put his bike away and go inside to wash up.
I handed out the bandaid, shut the trunk to my van (the place where me and my friend sit to watch our kids play -- like a tail gate party) made sure the bike and helmet were in the garage and then I went inside too. I closed the garage, and proceeded to put in a load of laundry. I started to call for Chris just to see if he was done washing his hands and what he was up to... no answer. I ran upstairs.. no where to be found on the first floor.... ran to the second floor... no where to be seen or heard.... I started to panic... where did he go?
I ran back outside and asked one of the other kids if they had seen him... no she had not! I had the worst thoughts going through my mind... where could this boy be? I turned around to run back inside to check again when all of a sudden, I saw him SITTING IN THE TRUNK OF MY VAN ! We have dark glass in the back of the van so it's a miracle I even saw him at all... my son has been in the trunk of our van for at least 10 minutes! ! I was freaking out. I quickly opened it up, saw that he was fine... not at all phased by the fact that his mother was a mess and he was sipping on a Capri Sun drink that I had recently purchased and just had forgotten to take into the house. He was reading a book... he said he was fine and wasn't scared.. he thought it was more like hide and seek. Many of my long time readers will remember another scary incident where I thought he was lost. You can read about that here... funny that it happened just about this time last year. Hmmmmm..
Anyway, needless to say I'll be doing a more thorough inspection and walking him inside every afternoon.... Time to go pop some more extra strength Tylenol... suddenly my back is feeling tight again... wonder why.
The downside is that our doorbell rings every day at 4:00 pm and, since Chris is still young, I feel it is imperative that I be out there to supervise. We live on a busy street and some cars just whip around the corner so I am the dedicated "yeller" for the block.
Anyway, yesterday was a typical day (except for the back ache which I blogged about). We went outside so Chris could ride bikes and, before long, it was time to come inside to have dinner. I was distracted because one of the boys on our block fell off his bike and I offered to grab a bandaid from our house. Meanwhile, another mom was outside watching the kids, including my own who was instructed by me to put his bike away and go inside to wash up.
I handed out the bandaid, shut the trunk to my van (the place where me and my friend sit to watch our kids play -- like a tail gate party) made sure the bike and helmet were in the garage and then I went inside too. I closed the garage, and proceeded to put in a load of laundry. I started to call for Chris just to see if he was done washing his hands and what he was up to... no answer. I ran upstairs.. no where to be found on the first floor.... ran to the second floor... no where to be seen or heard.... I started to panic... where did he go?
I ran back outside and asked one of the other kids if they had seen him... no she had not! I had the worst thoughts going through my mind... where could this boy be? I turned around to run back inside to check again when all of a sudden, I saw him SITTING IN THE TRUNK OF MY VAN ! We have dark glass in the back of the van so it's a miracle I even saw him at all... my son has been in the trunk of our van for at least 10 minutes! ! I was freaking out. I quickly opened it up, saw that he was fine... not at all phased by the fact that his mother was a mess and he was sipping on a Capri Sun drink that I had recently purchased and just had forgotten to take into the house. He was reading a book... he said he was fine and wasn't scared.. he thought it was more like hide and seek. Many of my long time readers will remember another scary incident where I thought he was lost. You can read about that here... funny that it happened just about this time last year. Hmmmmm..
Anyway, needless to say I'll be doing a more thorough inspection and walking him inside every afternoon.... Time to go pop some more extra strength Tylenol... suddenly my back is feeling tight again... wonder why.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Oh My Aching Back
Today I pulled a muscle in my back... I wish I could say that I pulled it doing something adventurous or fun. The reality is that I was bending over to take something out of the cabinet beneath our sink in the bathroom. When I went to stand up straight, something just didn't align again properly. Must be yet another sign that the big 4-0 is looming around the corner.
I already warned Chris that this afternoon he will be on his own (so to speak). He is at the age where he can get his own drink and snack and he obviously can use the bathroom without assistance. So, I informed him that after lunch, Mommy will be resting. A few minutes later, I entered the living room to find him arranging everything for "movie afternoon." "Mommy, you can sit on the couch -- I even put your favorite blanket there so you can rest. We are going to watch Veggie Tales ALL afternoon!" Wasn't that the sweetest thing!!
I already warned Chris that this afternoon he will be on his own (so to speak). He is at the age where he can get his own drink and snack and he obviously can use the bathroom without assistance. So, I informed him that after lunch, Mommy will be resting. A few minutes later, I entered the living room to find him arranging everything for "movie afternoon." "Mommy, you can sit on the couch -- I even put your favorite blanket there so you can rest. We are going to watch Veggie Tales ALL afternoon!" Wasn't that the sweetest thing!!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Brokenness
I had a "moment" today. I was singing along to the song "Holiness" during the opening worship session of our Ladies Bible Study. If I have sung this song once, I have song it a thousand times... "holiness, holiness, is what I long for.... holiness is what I need.... holiness, holiness is what you want from me..... So, take my heart and Form it, take my Mind and Transform it, Take my will and Conform it... to yours, to yours, oh Lord."
Perhaps you sing this song in your church too. Well, one of the last verses we sing is "Brokenness, brokenness, is what I long for... brokenness is what I need... etc. " I seriously had to stop myself and say "WHAT? Am I seriously saying out loud that I long to be broken... that I need to be broken !! How can I say that? I hate to be in that place where I feel so alone and broken and everything is going wrong and it feels like I don't have a single person in this world that understands me. It's such a deep, dark place and I DO NOT long to be in that place... I DO NOT need to be in that pit. But here I am singing that this is my desire. Wouldn't we all just rather be in our "happy" place where we are all put together and we know that Jesus loves us and everything is great in our universe? Wouldn't be so much easier to sing a song that says I'm Not Broken, So Please Don't Fix Me? Easier, yes.... but better for us? No.
I came to the conclusion that I do indeed need to be broken... I do need Jesus... I do need to get to the place where nothing else matters but Him. I do LONG to be close to him... but how can I get close to Him if I don't let him into every little area of my heart? Into those little dark corners.. into those areas that need to be broken down in order for him to form me, transform me and conform me.
Thank you Lord for being the only one who can form something beautiful out of shattered, broken pieces.
Perhaps you sing this song in your church too. Well, one of the last verses we sing is "Brokenness, brokenness, is what I long for... brokenness is what I need... etc. " I seriously had to stop myself and say "WHAT? Am I seriously saying out loud that I long to be broken... that I need to be broken !! How can I say that? I hate to be in that place where I feel so alone and broken and everything is going wrong and it feels like I don't have a single person in this world that understands me. It's such a deep, dark place and I DO NOT long to be in that place... I DO NOT need to be in that pit. But here I am singing that this is my desire. Wouldn't we all just rather be in our "happy" place where we are all put together and we know that Jesus loves us and everything is great in our universe? Wouldn't be so much easier to sing a song that says I'm Not Broken, So Please Don't Fix Me? Easier, yes.... but better for us? No.
I came to the conclusion that I do indeed need to be broken... I do need Jesus... I do need to get to the place where nothing else matters but Him. I do LONG to be close to him... but how can I get close to Him if I don't let him into every little area of my heart? Into those little dark corners.. into those areas that need to be broken down in order for him to form me, transform me and conform me.
Thank you Lord for being the only one who can form something beautiful out of shattered, broken pieces.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Favorite Things
As I mentioned in my last posting, I have been cleaning out my garage. Part of the challenge was sorting through boxes labeled "Miscellaneous".... that description doesn't help anyone. So, I treated myself to a label maker. Love, love, love this little device. Now each box I open can be clearly marked and labeled with what's actually inside the box. (What a concept!) It makes my life so much easier. (too bad I didn't have the foresight to buy this before the move!)
My son has gotten the "label" bug as well and has me labeling his bins so he knows exactly where to put his toys away. It's a win, win for everyone! My thrifty friends will appreciate this - I bought the label maker at Walmart, and a few days later found it on sale for $10 cheaper at Walgreens. You better believe that I marched myself back into Walmart with the flyer from Walgreens and got my $10 discount. Must admit... that felt pretty good!
Friday, October 2, 2009
Five On Friday
I've been cleaning out our garage which is no small project. We only unpacked a fraction of our stuff when we moved last year because we thought we'd only be in this townhouse for a year. As it turns out we'll be here longer, so I have been on a treasure hunt in the garage. Here are five items that have been rediscovered this past week:
1) My coach purse!!! Honestly, the funny thing about this was that the purse was in a box with old tax papers... never, ever would have thought to look in there... this box has not been opened since we moved from NJ back in 2004!!! Needless to say, it was nice to see it (and use it) again.
2) Wedding invitations, wedding planning book -- so nice to stroll down memory lane with all the details of our wedding.
3) Cords -- we have so many wires and miscellaneous cords I can't even begin to describe this... but my husband is a technical guy so these are important...
4) Old family photos and some notes from family members who are now in heaven -- makes those even more precious and meaningful
5) Christmas CDs - Steve and I have been collecting Christmas CDs for years. Every year we buy at least 3 new ones... we have hundreds of these for sure... soon we'll be able to start listening to them again since December is right around the corner.
Have a great weekend!
1) My coach purse!!! Honestly, the funny thing about this was that the purse was in a box with old tax papers... never, ever would have thought to look in there... this box has not been opened since we moved from NJ back in 2004!!! Needless to say, it was nice to see it (and use it) again.
2) Wedding invitations, wedding planning book -- so nice to stroll down memory lane with all the details of our wedding.
3) Cords -- we have so many wires and miscellaneous cords I can't even begin to describe this... but my husband is a technical guy so these are important...
4) Old family photos and some notes from family members who are now in heaven -- makes those even more precious and meaningful
5) Christmas CDs - Steve and I have been collecting Christmas CDs for years. Every year we buy at least 3 new ones... we have hundreds of these for sure... soon we'll be able to start listening to them again since December is right around the corner.
Have a great weekend!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
National Shortage
Recently, it was discovered, that I have single-handedly caused a national shortage of a certain product. While cleaning out my linen closet, I discovered that over the months, I have accumulated enough feminine hygiene products to last me well past menopause. It was not my intent to wipe out every pharmacy of this important product, but apparently I could not refuse a good bargain when I saw it. I had coupons, rebates, etc. and, unknowingly, stocked up on every tampon and maxi pad that I could lay my hands on. Then, I must have come home and just thrown the bag into my closet where they were just all uncovered during a recent "fall cleaning". I felt like a squirrel who buried a nut and then later dug it up.
So, here is my heart-felt apology to those of you who may be looking to purchase these items and can't find them in your local pharmacy or Target. They are all in my home. Feel free to drop by if you need one.
So, here is my heart-felt apology to those of you who may be looking to purchase these items and can't find them in your local pharmacy or Target. They are all in my home. Feel free to drop by if you need one.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Lost In Translation
One of the joys of marrying into a family with a different culture, is learning and appreciating a different language. Those of you who know me and my husband know that he is Hispanic and that we are teaching our son Spanish so he can fully embrace that part of his culture. (Don't even get me started on the fact that my parents did not teach me how to speak German or Italian !!)
While living in Florida, we attended a great church that also had a Sunday evening Spanish Service. We quickly became involved and loved attending that service. It started out as a bilingual service which was great for me since my Spanish was not fluent. However, it eventually turned into a total Spanish service so I really had to put my Spanish education to work. I can definitely understand Spanish better than I can speak it. I can speak it... but it just takes me a little while to translate my thoughts into Spanish so it seems.
Usually if a few non-Spanish speaking people would come to the Sunday night services, we would have someone translate the sermon into English for them (they would be wearing a headset to receive the translation). But, if I was the only non-Spanish speaking person there, I would not ask for the translation and just see if I could figure it all out on my own. Steve would often check in with me to make sure I was fully understanding the sermon. I was usually spot-on with the sermon topic and got the gist of what was being said.
One night I was sitting alone for the beginning of the sermon, and to be honest, it just wasn't making much sense to me. As soon as Steve sat next to me, I said, "Honey.. you have to help me out here. Pastor keeps talking about an ugly man and I have no idea what he's talking about. What ugly man?? He keeps saying, "Feo, Feo" (Ugly, Ugly). Steve started cracking up and said, "No, No.. he's saying "Fe, Fe" (Faith, Faith).
I'm blaming it on Pastor's Brooklyn accent. Feo and Fe... you can see how easily an excitable man from Brooklyn could make those two words sound alike.
While living in Florida, we attended a great church that also had a Sunday evening Spanish Service. We quickly became involved and loved attending that service. It started out as a bilingual service which was great for me since my Spanish was not fluent. However, it eventually turned into a total Spanish service so I really had to put my Spanish education to work. I can definitely understand Spanish better than I can speak it. I can speak it... but it just takes me a little while to translate my thoughts into Spanish so it seems.
Usually if a few non-Spanish speaking people would come to the Sunday night services, we would have someone translate the sermon into English for them (they would be wearing a headset to receive the translation). But, if I was the only non-Spanish speaking person there, I would not ask for the translation and just see if I could figure it all out on my own. Steve would often check in with me to make sure I was fully understanding the sermon. I was usually spot-on with the sermon topic and got the gist of what was being said.
One night I was sitting alone for the beginning of the sermon, and to be honest, it just wasn't making much sense to me. As soon as Steve sat next to me, I said, "Honey.. you have to help me out here. Pastor keeps talking about an ugly man and I have no idea what he's talking about. What ugly man?? He keeps saying, "Feo, Feo" (Ugly, Ugly). Steve started cracking up and said, "No, No.. he's saying "Fe, Fe" (Faith, Faith).
I'm blaming it on Pastor's Brooklyn accent. Feo and Fe... you can see how easily an excitable man from Brooklyn could make those two words sound alike.
Monday, September 28, 2009
I'm Back
I obviously haven't blogged much in the last week and I apologize for that. It's been so busy around here. I just started back up with Bible Study (I did chose the "Esther" series by Beth Moore). Tomorrow is the first lesson, but I've been so excited that I already completed week one in my workbook. It's, by far, the easiest Beth Moore series I've encountered as far as homework is concerned.. but just as rich in material. I've learned so much about the first chapter of Esther which I've read so many times over the years, but now I have so much more insight into the life and times of Esther.
On top of that, our church has embarked on "Operation Take Back", a 40 day journey to take back everything the enemy (Satan) has taken from us (security, finances, family members, etc.) It's been a powerful trip so far and the Sunday services have been just incredible. You can follow along with Dr. Ireland's blog.
So between that and all the things I've volunteered for at school, I'm a busy, but happy lady. Hope you are all doing well and will be blessed in new and supernatural ways this week.
On top of that, our church has embarked on "Operation Take Back", a 40 day journey to take back everything the enemy (Satan) has taken from us (security, finances, family members, etc.) It's been a powerful trip so far and the Sunday services have been just incredible. You can follow along with Dr. Ireland's blog.
So between that and all the things I've volunteered for at school, I'm a busy, but happy lady. Hope you are all doing well and will be blessed in new and supernatural ways this week.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Sunday School Lesson
This past Sunday I taught Sunday School. We were teaching the Nursery class about how "God Makes Families" and I was using a baby doll to illustrate. We wrapped the baby in a blanket, pretended to feed the baby, burp the baby, etc. and then we were going to put the baby in a crib for a nap. So, I asked the class what song they would like to sing to the baby. "Let's sing a Hannah Montana song!" a little 2 year old yells out. WHAT?!?!?!? Hannah Montana?? (For those of you who don't have a little one at home, Hannah Montana is a TV show on Disney Channel).
How about Jesus Loves Me... do you know that one? I'm just saying...
How about Jesus Loves Me... do you know that one? I'm just saying...
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Back To It!
Today I am so excited because Ladies Bible Study is starting up again. My church doesn't have one, but my cousin, Liz, has graciously invited me to attend the one at her church. I went last year and loved it! It's such a great time of fellowship and they have so many great topics of study to choose from. This is the one day of the week where I leave all housework, shopping, and errands behind (it will always be there tomorrow) and I do something just for me. BECAUSE AS MOMS AND WIVES WE NEED THIS!
I'm not sure which topic I'll choose this year. There is a study on Stress/Worry, a Beth Moore series on Esther (I love Beth Moore!), one on marriage and a few others that I can't remember off the top of my head. I think I'm leaning toward Beth Moore just because she really gets into the "meat" of a topic and the workbooks really dig deep and make you grow as a Christian. We'll see. I'm off to get everyone up and out of the house so I can get some "me and Jesus" time!
So, thanks again Liz! See you later.
I'm not sure which topic I'll choose this year. There is a study on Stress/Worry, a Beth Moore series on Esther (I love Beth Moore!), one on marriage and a few others that I can't remember off the top of my head. I think I'm leaning toward Beth Moore just because she really gets into the "meat" of a topic and the workbooks really dig deep and make you grow as a Christian. We'll see. I'm off to get everyone up and out of the house so I can get some "me and Jesus" time!
So, thanks again Liz! See you later.
Monday, September 21, 2009
The Tree
A few weeks ago I noticed a tree near my house that, as it appeared to me, had changed colors over night. Up until that point, it had been just like all the other trees on that hill. Green, tall and basically just ordinary. Nothing would have set it apart from any of the surrounding trees. But overnight it had gone from being a normal green tree, to a vibrant display of fiery reds and oranges. It was such a sharp contrast to the surrounding trees that you couldn't help but to notice it. It was majestic, regal almost, and you couldn't help but look at it and smile. To this day, it is still the only tree in full bloom and I am drawn to it each and every time I drive by it. I found myself wondering, why just that tree? What made it so special? It looked like it had been personally handpainted by God (which it was). What did that tree have that the others didn't?
It made me start to think that I want to be more like that tree... as a Christian. I want people to see the difference in me. I don't want to be an ordinary Christian -- to look and act like everyone else. I want Christ to illuminate my life the way that tree was illuminated. Can others see that Christ is in me? Can they tell that there is something special or different in not just my outward appearance and the joy in my life, but inside me as well? In my life as a whole??? It's not that I want people to pay attention to me... I just want them to know Christ because of me.
I don't know why God chose me, but I'm so glad. May your Christianity be in full bloom to all those around you today and everyday.
It made me start to think that I want to be more like that tree... as a Christian. I want people to see the difference in me. I don't want to be an ordinary Christian -- to look and act like everyone else. I want Christ to illuminate my life the way that tree was illuminated. Can others see that Christ is in me? Can they tell that there is something special or different in not just my outward appearance and the joy in my life, but inside me as well? In my life as a whole??? It's not that I want people to pay attention to me... I just want them to know Christ because of me.
I don't know why God chose me, but I'm so glad. May your Christianity be in full bloom to all those around you today and everyday.
Friday, September 18, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Just wanted to wish a very Happy Birthday to my Dad and my Uncle Dave! Hope you both have a wonderful day and that God will bless you both with good health and endless love and happiness.
Five on Friday
Five Things You Can Never Have Too Much Of:
1) Good Friends
2) Shoes!!
3) Chocolate
4) Love
5) NY Pizza
1) Good Friends
2) Shoes!!
3) Chocolate
4) Love
5) NY Pizza
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Say It Isn't So !
Macy's was putting up Christmas displays and tons of trees last week! It's crazy, isn't it? Where did the year go?
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Would YOU be concerned?
My son came home from school the other day exclaiming, "Riding the school bus is like being on a roller coaster!" Would YOU be concerned??
Monday, September 14, 2009
Just Call Me Grace
She put on her best poker face as she sat through her Driver's Ed class. It was the first day of her senior year of high school. A day that teenagers eagerly anticipate -- you feel that you have arrived and it's your time to rule the school. She felt quite confident that first day. Her 80s hair was adequately sculpted and sprayed. She was having a fairly "routine" day... that was until 5 minutes into her 4th period Driver's Ed class. Now, with her forced smile firmly planted, she had to figure out what she was going to do. How in the world was she going to get through these next 45 minutes.... and, more importantly, how was she going to leave the classroom with her head held high after what just transpired??
The source of her angst was all her own doing. As she entered the Driver's Ed class, she was busy chatting with a good friend. They walked over towards the simulated cars (little models of the driver's side of a car) where they remained until the teacher announced that everyone should get into the simulator.
As Beth slid into her simulated car, she was so intent on listening and talking to her friend, that her focus was not on the metal car she was entering. As she lowered herself into the car, the only sound she heard was a rip... a big rip!! What Beth didn't see while entering the simulator was that this was a manual car, not an automatic, so it had a huge metal stick shift protruding from the front of the dashboard area. Somehow, she managed to put a huge rip in her new jeans. The tear was so large that it was literally an L-shape. All she could see was her thigh and the little L-shape denim falling open in all the wrong places. Luckily, her friend was busy getting herself situated and didn't realize what had happened to Beth.
Somehow she managed not to slice open her leg... that would have just been the dead give away and she wouldn't be able to play this off. Why, or why did the rip have to happen on the upper part of her thigh? Why couldn't it have been on the knee or somewhere fashionable??
So, for the rest of 4th period, Beth plotted her escape. She realized that there was no way she was going to be able to stay in school the rest of the day with her thigh exposed... not the kind of attention she was looking for the first day of her senior year. So, the only option was to sit with her legs firmly pressed together the rest of the class, and when exiting the simulator to try to walk with her thighs literally rubbing together to keep the denim from flapping. She imagined she looked like quite the freak as she wobbled (with her knees pressed together for dear life) from the classroom, down 4 flights of stairs, out the door, into the Subway and onto the train and subsequent bus ride to her home. Her legs were killing her when she got home -- rub burn!!The only positive thing about this experience was that she did have a jacket with her so she at least wrapped that around her waist -- not that it helped much, but at least she felt somewhat covered.
Definitely a memorable first day of my last year of high school. Just call me Grace.
The source of her angst was all her own doing. As she entered the Driver's Ed class, she was busy chatting with a good friend. They walked over towards the simulated cars (little models of the driver's side of a car) where they remained until the teacher announced that everyone should get into the simulator.
As Beth slid into her simulated car, she was so intent on listening and talking to her friend, that her focus was not on the metal car she was entering. As she lowered herself into the car, the only sound she heard was a rip... a big rip!! What Beth didn't see while entering the simulator was that this was a manual car, not an automatic, so it had a huge metal stick shift protruding from the front of the dashboard area. Somehow, she managed to put a huge rip in her new jeans. The tear was so large that it was literally an L-shape. All she could see was her thigh and the little L-shape denim falling open in all the wrong places. Luckily, her friend was busy getting herself situated and didn't realize what had happened to Beth.
Somehow she managed not to slice open her leg... that would have just been the dead give away and she wouldn't be able to play this off. Why, or why did the rip have to happen on the upper part of her thigh? Why couldn't it have been on the knee or somewhere fashionable??
So, for the rest of 4th period, Beth plotted her escape. She realized that there was no way she was going to be able to stay in school the rest of the day with her thigh exposed... not the kind of attention she was looking for the first day of her senior year. So, the only option was to sit with her legs firmly pressed together the rest of the class, and when exiting the simulator to try to walk with her thighs literally rubbing together to keep the denim from flapping. She imagined she looked like quite the freak as she wobbled (with her knees pressed together for dear life) from the classroom, down 4 flights of stairs, out the door, into the Subway and onto the train and subsequent bus ride to her home. Her legs were killing her when she got home -- rub burn!!The only positive thing about this experience was that she did have a jacket with her so she at least wrapped that around her waist -- not that it helped much, but at least she felt somewhat covered.
Definitely a memorable first day of my last year of high school. Just call me Grace.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Singing This All Day
We sang this in church this morning and it's just stayed with me... hope you are having a wonderful, God-blessed Sunday.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Five on Friday
Happiness is....
1) A bouquet of flowers... just because
2) Using a gift card on you -- and not necessarily on something practical or on sale
3) An answered prayer request
4) Finding a love letter or card from your spouse that you had put in a drawer and just stumbled upon again
5) Realizing your child is growing up... and growing in God at the same time!
1) A bouquet of flowers... just because
2) Using a gift card on you -- and not necessarily on something practical or on sale
3) An answered prayer request
4) Finding a love letter or card from your spouse that you had put in a drawer and just stumbled upon again
5) Realizing your child is growing up... and growing in God at the same time!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
He Cares For You!
Today is a bad day... not for me, but for so many people I care about. It seems like every time the phone rang this morning, it was someone else who had bad needs dropped on them, or had a prayer request. When it rains, it pours or so it seems.
I am so glad my friends know they can turn to me when they need someone to pray. I have several friends who have recently lost their jobs (both the husband and wife in one family!). My sister and her kids are all sick, I have friends with children who are already having difficulty in school, and there are some other important needs that were spoken in confidence and will stay there.
I'm standing with you my friends and praying for miracles and blessings on you and your families. God has not forgotten you - HE KNOWS YOUR NAME! Sending big hugs and lifting you in prayer today!!
"Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you." I Peter 5:7 (KJV)
I am so glad my friends know they can turn to me when they need someone to pray. I have several friends who have recently lost their jobs (both the husband and wife in one family!). My sister and her kids are all sick, I have friends with children who are already having difficulty in school, and there are some other important needs that were spoken in confidence and will stay there.
I'm standing with you my friends and praying for miracles and blessings on you and your families. God has not forgotten you - HE KNOWS YOUR NAME! Sending big hugs and lifting you in prayer today!!
"Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you." I Peter 5:7 (KJV)
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