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Friday, 04 December 2009

  • Dear Blog,

    I know I've been neglecting you.  Please don't be hurt--I've been truly busy.  What with sick children, laundry, cooking, homework, out-of-town company, not to mention Christmas, I've been swamped.  But please, don't take it personally.  I know I've promised to spend at least thirty-minutes a week with you (oh, what a small commitment for such a faithful friend!)--and I hope to make it up to you somehow.  Maybe I'll double my time next week, or as soon as finals are over.  I could send you cookies (my favorite--chocolate chip) but I think that might be a waste.  A greeting card, perhaps?  But not a "Dear John" letter.  No, never.  Not that.  Not now, at least.

    Sincerely,

    Me

Wednesday, 25 November 2009

  • Bah Hum Bug

    So I'm having a hard time *feeling* very thankful right now.   My youngest is sick, Greg and I are fighting colds (again!!), I have a  quiz today,  (sheesh, I have to go to school today!!! the day before Thanksgiving!!), I'm missing the CCS Poetry contest --and my kids are in it this year!--and the group project from Hades has descended to a lower ring of hell.  Nice.  Well, like I said.  I'm having a hard time *feeling* thankful.  So I guess it's the perfect time for this post.

    My 25 Thankful-For List:

    (this is not exhaustive, by any means)


    I am thankful for:

    1. the grace and mercy of the Lord Jesus Christ.

    2. my husband.

    3. my little girls.

    4. my parents.

    5. my siblings.

    6. my friends.

    7. my cat.

    8. my van.

    9. chocolate.

    10. books.

    11. good music.

    12. hot showers.

    13. coffee.

    14. the ocean.

    15. Cornerstone Christian School.

    16. my church.

    17. my pastors, elders, and deacons (three for the price of one!)

    18. trees.

    19.  learning.

    20. telephones.

    21. dishwashers.

    22. laptops.

    23. washers & dryers.

    24. flowers.

    25. God's abundant provision--He gives us all things necessary to life and godliness (2 Peter 1:2-3).

Friday, 20 November 2009

  • P--piles of ironing, begging to have the wrinkles knocked out of them.

    R--reading every piece of printed material I can get my hands on, except for my school work.

    O--oh, bleep.  We're out of clean underwear.

    C--coffee, coffee, and more coffee.  Gallons of it.

    R--realizing that ALL the library books are way overdue.

    A--accepting the fact that I paid enough in library fines to hire another librarian.

    S--sitting, staring at a computer screen, begging the words I'm writing to start making some durned sense.

    T--taking the time to give hugs, talk to friends, eat a piece of chocolate, and check my e-mail just one more time.

    I--ignoring the phone, unless I really want to talk to that person.

    N--noticing at the last minute that the gas tank is almost empty and my cell phone is dead.

    A--arguing with myself over literary theory and philosophy when I should probably just go to sleep.

    T--telling myself, I'll get to it tomorrow.

    I--instituting new, silly rules for myself so I don't wait until the last minute to do things.

    O--oh, bleep.  We're out of clean underwear, again. 

    N--never finding the time to GET IT ALL DONE!


    Whew!  Next post: Top 25 on my Thankful-for Thanksgiving list.

    (9 min.)

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

  • A Near Miss

    Whew!  I almost missed it!  This blogging for thirty minutes a week is pretty tough.  But I only need to put in 11 minutes today to fulfill my quota before tomorrow.  I don't really have 11 minutes right now to spend on blogging, but I'm going to do it anyway.  Currently, groceries are waiting to be put away, I have some phone calls to return, and pot of stoup to stir, but as you can see, I putting them off. 

    Thanks for your prayers for my father-in-law.  The transfusion was successful and his coloring and appetite have returned.  Still no word on where or why he's losing blood, but we hope to hear soon.  God is faithful.

    Lately, I've been feeling like a rag doll--a bit tattered and pulled into a hundred different directions at once by so many little demands.  Do this for so and so.  Meet this deadline.  Remember to do such and such.  Go there.  Do that.  Gaaaah.  I just want, even for a teensy moment, to be completely and totally irresponsible and not care ONE bit.  Alas, I don't think that's going to happen.  Even if I do flake on something, I still end up with a huge guilt complex.  Maybe that's the Holy Spirit uninviting me to my own pity-party.

    We heard some really good sermons this past Lord's Day.   And the Friday before, I was very blessed by our ladies Bible Study.  One verse kept coming up and it's sticking with me:  "But now (the OT saints, and hopefully me) desire a better country, that is an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city" (Hebrews 11:16).  I am reminded again (especially in my current restless state) that I was not made for this world.  God made me for something much better--I just need to get through this one with the lessons He wants me to learn before I can get to that city.  And I am reminded--and blessed--by this:  God is not ashamed to be called my God.  He's not ashamed of me!  He likes me!  In fact, He loves me and wants to spend eternity with me (and you, too, if you love Him).  Wow.  That's huge.    Well, my 11 minutes are up.  I'm going to go put away the groceries and ponder God's immense and gracious love for me, a puny sinner.

    (12 minutes)

Saturday, 14 November 2009

  • one short post coming up...

    The CCS cafe was great fun.  However, coming home to find three cryptic messages from my MIL on the answering machine was not fun.  Greg spent over an hour trying to get a hold of her.  Finally, she called us back to ask us to pray for George.  So, would you please join us in praying for George?  He's losing blood (inexplicably) and the doctors are doing a blood transfusion tomorrow.  Jesus is the Great Physician--we're trusting Him for His tender care. 

    More later, but it's late.  And I'm tired.