"The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Monday, May 26, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Have you ever felt that God was yelling at you?
I was late last Sunday for church. I had a good reason I worked all day and night Saturday then came home to put slides together, they were sent late so I had little time to pull it together. I had to sleep because I had to be at work again Sunday afternoon. With the kids with my dad I could hit the snooze and snooze.
I checked on some of my friends to make sure they were doing well and then found my sister and son. I have to admit I came in rather late for the sermon but boy was he speaking to me. I have to tell the elders and it seems that I have to do it rather soon. I think sooner than rumors is a good idea still it will be difficult to tell those around me how crushed things are. I might have taken the whole thing out of context. I might be looking for a way to turn away from what He wants for me to do.
I was sitting today at my desk I decided to listen to a sermon from a minister of one of one of my fellow bloggers. I’ve been freaked about several things money being a big one. I need to be able to take care of my children. Guess what the sermon was about? You got it. . . Money
I’ve been blessed to have a home for two years in a neighborhood that a lot of people I know couldn’t afford. Sure it’s stressed our budget but God has been good to us.
Our lives are about to change still I have God.
In my times of freaking out He stands solid and waits for me to listen. Some times He has to take my hand and yell in my ear. I'm such a child at times. I turn my head. I wander off. I try to control it all.
Once He told me and I took control then He yelled so loud that it took me to my knees.
He yells at me in different ways.
It reads from the heart of a distant friend. . .it sounds like the voice of a minister. . .it whispers in the wind. . .it’s the touch of a caring heart. . . It’s the faint sound of butterfly wings and the loudness of thunder rolling in my heart.. . It’s God
Monday, May 12, 2008
Boy have I neglected life in blogville lately!
Mother’s Day brought me breakfast in bed along with a bog old head banger. I went to church to find my sidekick also had one and we were a man down, it was time to see what Milly is made of. Thankfully it wasn’t my breakfast. I had to pitch in and help with worship. At one point I said "I don’t know how to do this because I stupid." That brought a smile to sidekick’s face and he showed me how. Miss Littles did a great job with the Mother’s day song and telling the church how she feels about her mom. She loves to sing in front of everyone.
I was taken out for lunch by my children and sister then rushed off for work. Thank you crazy man for yelling at me. I loved the way you fabricated the truth. I love working in the area that I’m in now except for those who yell, threaten, and break stuff when we say no. I do in fact make up the rules. Yes that’s right they let little old me make up the rules for this huge company.
We are buzzing about trying to get ready for our vacation. The kids and I are so excited. I’m so not ready and in need of several items before we go.
I’m thrilled to be able to see a shuttle launch. Anyone want me to call them so that they can hear it live? I promise to have pictures to post.
Oklahoma is trying to recover from the storms. Please pray for those devastated by them.
One small town called Pitcher is almost completely gone now. 295 homes that were destroyed by Saturday's tornado and th e death count is 7.