Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee: because He trusteth in Thee. Isaiah 26:3

Memories...

What DO you do with old high school formal dresses? My daughter has at least a half dozen or more dresses from dances that have been hanging in the closet in our guest bedroom. I finally took them to the laundromat, where she works, because one of her cousins was looking for a dress to borrow. The cousin ended up not borrowing any of them and they're still hanging at the laundromat. My daughter only wants to keep two of them and wants me to take the rest of them back home...what am I going to do with them? She claims she doesn't have room to have them hanging at her house, which she doesn't, but seriously, why are we even keeping them? She just can't bear to part with them, I guess. There used to be a dress bank at the high school for girls who couldn't afford to buy prom dresses. The only problem was that all the dresses got borrowed and never returned. At one point in time I had a basket full of gloves, shawls and wraps that I finally took to the Goodwill. We had such fun shopping for her dresses and accessories, maybe that's the problem with getting rid of them. It makes it all seem so final that she's not a little girl anymore and she's all grown up. Guess the wedding and three kids should have been my first clue huh?

another critter

I have a bad habit. I love to sleep with our bedroom door and front bedroom window open at night. I need that cool night air to get a restful night's sleep; without it I feel like I'm suffocating. Since our bedroom is on the second floor of our house, I've never considered it a danger issue. Until now.

The night before last my husband had already gone upstairs to get ready for bed. He was in the master bathroom and all the lights in our bedroom were turned off. I headed into our room with the intent of getting ready for bed when I noticed something flitting around in the darkness..darn moths, I thought to myself. They're everywhere lately.

Then I realized, wait a minute...that's a really large moth...no, that's not a moth, it's a bat! I let out a scream and that sucker proceeded to dive bomb me! I ran out the bedroom door with the bat in hot pursuit. I slammed the door behind me, trapping it in our bedroom. At this point, my husband was still in the bathroom, wondering, no doubt, what was going on. I hollered at him that there was a bat in our room, and I WAS NOT coming back in, until he did something about it.

Exactly what do you want me to do? he hollered back.

get rid of it, I yelled!

mike?

hon?

is it gone? did you get it?

time ticked by, with no response...

Finally, what seemed like an eternity later, but was actually probably only a few minutes...the bedroom door opened. My hubby stood there with bathroom rug in hand and a look of victory on his face..

did you get it?

Yea, it's gone, he said.

you sure?

Yep.

what did you do? did you hit it with the rug?

Nope. He said. Just turned on all the lights and it flew out the door.

I no longer sleep with my bedroom door and drapes open. I now run a fan at night. My hubby insists that we can leave the door open, as long as the drapes are closed, and no more bats will come in. I'm not so sure of that.

And by the way...this is the third time this has happened in three years! You'd think I would have learned the first time.

Genesis 1:24 (The Message)

God spoke: "Earth, generate life! Every sort and kind:
cattle and reptiles and wild animals—all kinds."
And there it was:
wild animals of every kind,
Cattle of all kinds, every sort of reptile and bug.
God saw that it was good.

Presidential elections

I'm wondering about Ron Paul. Anyone have any thoughts? I read what seem to be good things about him, yet I still know very little about him. The first time I saw one of his political signs I asked my husband "Who's Ron Paul?" I thought it sounded like some kind of a joke...you know...RuPaul? Then after doing a little research I found that he's a legitimate Republican candidate for President, who currently serves as a U.S. Congressman from Texas.

In Washington state it used to be that you had to vote by party line in the primaries; one party or another, but not a combination. This has been challenged, I believe, all the way to the Supreme Court, and to be honest I don't really even know what the rules are now. I do know that I really disliked this policy when it was instituted.

My husband says the reasons for these rules are simple...If you have a strong contender in the party of your choice, many people would vote for the weaker contender in the opposing party during the primary, hoping that in the general election their strong candidate would be running against the weaker of the other party's candidates and ensuring a greater likelihood that their preferred candidate would win the general election.

For instance, in the last election President Bush was the strongest of the Republican candidates, given that he was the incumbent. Republicans in our state could have voted for the weakest Democrat in the primary, hoping to pit him against President Bush, and ensuring a victory for the Republicans. I feel I ought to be able to vote for whomever I want, regardless of party affiliation. Sometimes, in the past, I have voted a combination of Republican and Democrat, particularly when it came to state senate elections.

As much as I dislike political signs springing up on every available corner and roadside, there's a certain excitement and optimism brewing with the approaching presidential elections. Whoever I'm going to vote for remains to be seen, but you can be assured I WILL vote!

McKenzie-Marie

I've posted stories on here about my one and only grandson, Josiah, but haven't talked much about my beautiful granddaughters. I have six granddaughters. The next-to-youngest is McKenzie-Marie. McKenzie is 4 years old. She is tall, like everyone else in this family, and people often think she's older than she is. I think McKenzie must be the most beautiful child I've ever seen. (Outside of her mother.) She has big, beautiful brown eyes that just sparkle. She's incredibly bright and has such a great sense of humor. She's a lot like her mother, in that she's awnry and stubborn, and doesn't like to do what she's told. (Sorry Jen!, but you know it's true!) I think that's the German coming out in her.

Friday we went to the high school and watched her perform at her cheerleading camp. Now, please don't take offense, but I'm not a big cheerleading fan. I always thought it was kinda silly, but then maybe that's because I only lasted a week at cheerleading tryouts and decided it just wasn't for me. This tall body of mine just wasn't ever going to be able to do a really good cartwheel, and forget about the splits. Regardless, McKenzie loved it! She even won an award for best smile. The best thing was that it was something that she did, outside the shadow of her big brother and baby sister. It was a joy to see her laughing and smiling and just having fun!

Seasons

Church this morning was led by our youth team. The music was great and the message, given by Justin, the youth leader, really spoke to me, right where I'm at in my life right now. He talked about how after every night there is a day, and after every winter there is a spring. I guess you could say the last few years have been a winter for my husband and my family and I. Troubles and problems, one after another, have broken me down to the point where I am physically and emotionally exhausted. Not just small troubles, either, but BIG, life-altering, sometimes life-threatening, problems. I often think that the problems will never end, but it was good to be reminded that there will be a spring after this winter of my life. One thing I have learned is to lean on God for all things, or I would never make it thru on my own.

I saw this video on YouTube awhile back and really liked it. I thought it would fit the occasion...just a reminder, you may need to turn my music off first to listen to it..

p.s. nice tat Justin!

My bible

I lost my bible. I'm so bummed. I've had that bible for over twenty years. I cannot figure out how I lost it or where it could be. I thought I had left it in my car or my husband's car, but it isn't there.
I've actually got several bibles, but this one was my favorite. It had a brown leather cover on it with my name imprinted on it, and my husband bought it for me when our kids were really little. I have notes written in the margins and passages underlined, and the cover is getting worn and ripped in places. I have a New Living Translation that I like to read, and I have a One Year Bible that I use for my daily reading, plus several other bibles...but this was my good bible; the one I took to church, my NIV study bible. I'm so bummed. I thought maybe I left it at church, but it's not in the lost and found, and I looked under the pews last Sunday, where we always sit, and couldn't find it. I called the church office and they hadn't seen it. I'll get another one, I guess, eventually, but I haven't given up hope that mine may turn up. If it doesn't, I hope whoever finds it is blessed.


Hebrews 4:12 (NIV)

For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.

Another Josiah-ism

In the car the other day, on the way to McDonald's for breakfast (no, I didn't have a Diet Coke!) Josiah, my grandson, who is half-Mexican, and I, were having a talk.
He told me, Mexicans don't know God.
Yes, they do, I said. It doesn't matter if you're Mexican or American, or what country you're from, you can still know God.
But, Mexicans speak Spanish, he said. How can God understand them if they don't speak English?
God knows all languages, I explained to him, he made all languages, and he can understand anybody who talks to him.
I went on to say, maybe when you grow up, you will be a missionary, and then you can go to Mexico and tell people about God.
No, I don't speak good enough Spanish, he answered. They won't understand ME.
Well, I said, then you'll have to learn to speak Spanish better.
No, he said, I don't want to live in Mexico.
Okay, then, maybe you'll just be able to tell people about God here.
Okay, he said, that's a good idea.

Proverbs 22:6 (The Message)

Point your kids in the right direction— when they're old they won't be lost.

Happy Day-EDITED TO SHOW NEW PICTURE

Today was the most amazing day. My son-in-law is home! The immigration judge granted him bond in court this morning and after spending 9 months in custody we brought him home today. I cannot begin to express how happy and relieved I am. I saw my daughter smile today for probably the first time in 7 months. I watched my son-in-law hold his baby daughter for the first time since the day she was born. I watched my daughter's two children run and hug their Papi and saw smiles on their faces from ear to ear. McKenzie said...it's so, so, so, so good that Papi is home today! How gracious is our heavenly father. Thank you God for answering our prayers.

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” Philippians 4:6 (NIV)

soap and septics

Tuesday I tried an experiment. I made my own laundry soap with this recipe. It was really, really simple and probably cost less than $1.00. I had saved two laundry detergent jugs and refilled them with the soap I had made myself. It had to sit for 24 hours and "gel", so I haven't been able to try it yet, but today's the day! I'll let you know how it works. It's just another way to save money AND help out my septic system!

My husband and I own several rental apartments. One of them had constant problems with the septic tank plugging up and backing up into the unit. Finally, after we had a "septic guy" come out and dig up the line, he said it was plugged up with laundry soap. It seems that the powdered soap, especially the cheaper brands, tend to clump up in the septic lines and clog them ...the same with powdered dishwasher soap. While I'm not crazy about liquid dishwasher soap; it's so messy, and expensive to purchase, I thought I'd try my hand at making my own liquid laundry soap. We'll see if it works! Maybe I can find a recipe for dishsoap next!

Fine print!

After spending months looking for a headboard/footboard and frame for the queen size bed in our guest bedroom, I finally found one that was perfect! It was on sale in the Penneys catalog for only $149! AND, one of my dear friends had a coupon for FREE shipping...this means with tax, it was only going to cost me $163! It was metal and wood and perfect...exactly what I wanted! So, my husband went online this morning to order it for me. After he had paid, a popup came on that said if you filled out this short questionnaire you could save an additional $10. He decided not to bother and attempted to print out the receipt, but it had disappeared from the screen. At this point, he decided to call the Penneys catalog department to see if the order had gone through or not. When he talked with the operator she explained to him that Yes, the order had gone through, BUT, I was not going to receive free shipping...instead, I was going to be charged approximately $119 for shipping! My husband explained to her that we had a promotional code and that the shipping charges had not shown up when he ordered it. The lady from Penneys told him..."but the bed had to be shipped by truck, so you still have to pay." Well, of course the bed has to be shipped by truck! Isn't everything shipped by truck? When was the last time you saw something being delivered by camel around here? and I don't really have room for a plane to land in my front yard, although I have seen planes land at the neighbors on the lake. I know, I know... The point is...I'm NOT going to pay almost as much to ship a bed, as I am to pay for it. So, I canceled the order. I'll probably go to the IKEA and buy one off the warehouse floor. Still I'm bummed, I really liked that bed. But for now, I guess the mattress and box springs will continue to sit on the floor where they've been for the last six months.

Toes

Is it only me or does everyone who gets a pedicure think the girls are talking and laughing about them?

Busy, busy, busy

Satan called a worldwide convention. In his opening
address to his evil angels, he said,

"We can't keep the Christians from going to church.
We can't keep them from reading their Bibles & knowing
the Truth. We can't even keep them from conservative
values. But we can do something else. We can keep them
from forming an intimate, abiding experience in Christ.
If they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over
them is broken."

"So let them go to church, let them have their
conservative lifestyles, but steal their time, so they
can't gain that experience in Jesus Christ."

"This is what I want you to do, angels. Distract them
from gaining hold of their Savior & maintaining that
vital connection throughout their day!"

"How shall we do this?",  shouted his angels.

"Keep them busy in the non-essentials of life & invent
un-numbered schemes to occupy their minds", he answered.
"Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, then,  borrow,  borrow,
borrow. Convince the wives to go to work & the husbands to
work 6 or 7 days a week, 10-12 hrs. a day, so they can
afford their lifestyles. Keep them from spending time
with their children. As their family fragments, soon,
their homes will offer no escape from the pressures of
work."

"Over stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that
still small voice. Entice them to play the radio or
cassette player whenever they drive, to keep the TV,
the VCR, & their CD's going constantly in their homes.
And see to it that every store & restaurant in the
world plays music constantly. This will jam their
minds & break that union with Christ.  Fill their
coffee tables with magazines & newspapers. Pound their
minds with the news 24 hrs. a day. Invade their driving
moments with billboards. Flood their mailboxes with
junk mail, sweepstakes, mail order catalogues, & every
kind of newsletter & promotional offering, free products,
services, & false hopes."

"Even in their recreation, let them be excessive. Have
them return from their recreation exhausted, disquieted
& unprepared for the coming week. Don't let them go out
in nature. Send them to amusement parks, sporting events,
concerts & movies instead. And when they meet for spiritual
fellowship, involve them in gossip & small talk so that
they leave with troubled consciences & unsettled emotion."

"Let them be involved in soul-winning. But crowd their
lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek
power from Christ. Soon they will be working in their own
strength, sacrificing their health & family unity for the
good of the cause."

It was quite a convention in the end.

And the evil angels went eagerly to their assignments
causing Christians everywhere to get busy, busy, busy
& rush here & there.

Has the devil been successful at his scheme?
You be the judge.



I'm not sure I like the term "evil angels"...I wanted
to change it to read "demons" but this is the way it
was written, so I left it. I'm not sure who wrote this, but I
read it yesterday and thought it was good. How true is it?
How often do we get caught up in our "busyness"? I remember
a time when my children were young and playing fall soccer.
Too often we had games or practices on Sunday and couldn't
even make it to church. Finally we made a decision, as
parents, that church had to be more important than soccer
and we managed to work the soccer schedule around it.

Now as empty nesters our schedule isn't as busy. Yet, we
still find things to do to fill it up. My favorite days
lately are spent at home, resting and relaxing in God's
peace, and trying to make my home into the haven of
tranquility I long for it to be. Yet it seems like so
many days I just HAVE to get out of the house and go DO
something. The walls close in on me and I feel like I'm
going to lose my mind. The mailbox is full of flyers for
this and sale papers for that. Everywhere you go music
is blaring. It's a barrage on my senses! Yesterday at Cash
and Carry the music was so loud I could barely think. At
Cash and Carry! I found myself being angry when we left
the store, for really no reason at all. I took that
anger out on my husband by getting frustrated with him
over something totally insignificant.

Remember the song by Carly Simon,
Haven't got time for the pain? One of the lines in
that song says "turn down the noise in my mind"...
that's what I'm trying to do, turn down the noise in
my mind so that I can hear that still, small voice and
have that intimate connection with my God and savior.

Faith

Someone is trying to destroy my family, with lies and deception. She is not a believer. I am angry at what she's doing, but at the same time I pity her, because she's pathetic. I long to see the truth finally believed and justice prevail. I don't want to hate her, and I don't. I want God to take the blinders off her eyes and to draw her close to Him. I want God to save her soul.

I know God is in charge. He is in control. So she can say and do what she wants; in the end, God will prevail. This I know to be true.

Psalm 11:5 (NIV)

5 The LORD examines the righteous,
but the wicked and those who love violence
his soul hates.

Isaiah 40:31 (The Message)

27-31Why would you ever complain, O Jacob,
or, whine, Israel, saying,
"God has lost track of me.
He doesn't care what happens to me"?
Don't you know anything? Haven't you been listening?
God doesn't come and go. God lasts.
He's Creator of all you can see or imagine.
He doesn't get tired out, doesn't pause to catch his breath.
And he knows everything, inside and out.
He energizes those who get tired,
gives fresh strength to dropouts.
For even young people tire and drop out,
young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.
They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don't get tired,
they walk and don't lag behind.


Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing. Waiting for good news. Waiting for something to go our way. Waiting for a loved one to finally come home. Help us, Lord, to wait. Help us to be patient. Help us not to give up. Give us energy, give us strength. Praise be to God, who is ever faithful.

3BT

My life is a roller coaster and sometimes it's easy to forget the highs, when the lows seem so low. Over at Three Beautiful Things, the author, Clare, posts three things every day that have given her pleasure that day. So today I'm posting 3BT...

1. birthday dinner tonight for my husband with the grandkids, and dessert with good friends!

2. my beautiful granddaughter, Isabella Rose, smiling and kicking, so happy to see Grandma!

3. this beautiful, sunny day, with perfect, perfect weather.

That's pretty much all I've got for today...


Psalm 92:1 (NIV)

It is good to praise the LORD and make music to your name, O Most High,

Fred

Last week my daughter had a rare afternoon off work. All three of her kids were at daycare for the day and I suggested she take a nap and relax for a couple hours. Instead she decided she needed to clean her house. She lives in a two story split level home, and both of the kids' bedrooms are downstairs. As she was cleaning in the downstairs family room and making her way down the hallway towards the bedrooms she saw a flash of movement in the hall. Not knowing what it was, she followed the movement into my grandson's bedroom and there it was...a lizard! She chased it around the room and it scurried around and around, but she was unable to catch it as it dashed behind his bed. I asked Josiah the next day...

"do you have a pet lizard?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Is it in your room?"
"Yep," he said, "under my bed."
"Really" I said. "Did you catch it and bring it in and put it in a box?"
"No" he said, "it just lives in my room."
"Oh, does it have a name?"
"Yep" he said..."his name is Fred...Fred Meyer...cause that's where my mom and you shop."

I just love that kid.

p.s. the lizard is now gone. My daughter eventually caught it and put it back outside.

My weekend

I have a newfound appreciation for Washington state, after having spent the last three days in Phoenix, Arizona. The thermostat on our car today said the temperature was 117 degrees. Is that even possible? It was very, very hot. I am exhausted after making repeated trips inside to an air conditioned 68 degrees, and outside where it was at least 40 degrees warmer, not to mention spending all weekend in emotionally-exhausting meetings. (More on that another day.)

Needless to say, I'm glad to be home.

T

Ever had to cut someone out of your life? Someone you love like a member of the family? I'm facing that in my life right now. My husband and I have been used over and over for what this young girl could get from us. Used because we dared to open up our hearts and our home to her for over three years when she had nowhere else to go. In exchange, she has lied, manipulated and used us to pay for her expenses. On Thursday of this week she threatened to call the police on me, because I didn't have a key to open our garage so she could get her belongings out of it. I told her my husband would open it when he returned home, but she couldn't wait until then. How do you do that? How do you threaten someone who is 30 years older than you, because you're not willing to wait a couple hours to get some of your clothes, when they've given you over three years of their life? We let her into our lives, because we felt like it was what God wanted us to do. But I guess it takes two to make a relationship work. We gave her every opportunity, but she chose not to take them. I've been thru enough in this situation, and I refuse to be intimidated or threatened. I'm learning boundaries, and this is a big one. It's impossible to be in a healthy relationship with someone who is so unhealthy. So, I'm having to cut contact with her. But it hurts. Because I love her like she's one of my own children. That love will never stop, it's unconditional, but sometimes it's just hard.

Household hint for the day!

I love a good bargain, I take after my mom that way...(hi mom!)

So, here's my household hint for the day...

I usually buy dishwasher detergent at Costco. I love those big buckets you can buy for only around $10.00 or $12.00. However, the scoop they give you is WAY too big. You really don't need that much detergent to wash a load of dishes. I always toss it in the garbage and then use a 1/4 cup measuring cup. It's plenty of detergent for a load of dishes.

Also...and here's the good part!....I mix 2 parts of dishwashing detergent, with 1 part baking soda and 1 part Borax; you know, the 20 Mule Team stuff. I have a smaller container that I put it in, under my kitchen sink, with the measuring cup, and that's what I wash my dishes with. It gets the dishes clean and it ends up costing way less than just using the dishwashing detergent alone. The bucket I have from Costco was purchased back in January or February and is still 1/3 full. I figure at the rate I'm going, it will probably last me a year!

Now granted, there are only two of us living in this house, and I make it a point to only run my dishwasher every other day. Any extra dishes get washed by hand, but usually, there aren't any extra dishes. Anyone with more than two people living in their house will probably use their dishwasher more, but still, it's a way to save money, and every little bit counts!

Proverbs 14:1 (NIV)

The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down.

The Son

I love our church. I especially loved Sunday's service. which Pastor Gary says is ironic, since neither one of our pastors preached! Instead a video was shown, of someone else preaching. and in his message he showed slides of our planet, our sun, our galaxy, our universe. and he told about how VERY, VERY big the world is. so big that it can't even be measured, because we don't have the tools to measure it. and how very, very small we are. it had a bigger impact on me than probably any church service i have ever been to. because it made me realize how if God could create this world, and everything in it, and if he could know every single name of every single person, and if he could send his son to die on the cross for us, for me, then surely he must be in control of what is happening in my life. and who am i, sitting in this little town, on this tiny speck of a planet, in this big, big world, that he would love me so much, that he would send his son, my blessed Lord Jesus, to die, for such a sinner as I? I love our church, but more than that, more than anything, I love my God.

4.6 Pounds!

Last fall when I had my annual physical, my doctor and I had a conversation about how different life is now than it was a generation ago. We are exposed to so many chemicals on a daily basis that it is impossible to avoid them all completely. The impact and toll it is taking on the average woman's health is staggering.

Recently I read an article that stated that the average woman who wears makeup on a daily basis absorbs 4.6 pounds of chemicals per year into her body. That's frightening. The article went on to say that many women use 20 or more different beauty products per day. I thought 20 was ridiculous, who uses that many products? I always felt like I was a fairly low-maintenance woman, so, I made a list of various products I use on a daily basis:

toothpaste (twice a day)
shampoo
conditioner
mousse
hairspray
deodorant
face lotion (twice a day)
concealer
foundation
blush
face powder
eye shadow
mascara
chap stick
face soap
toner
eye cream
shaving cream
zit cream

That's 19. 21 if you count using two products twice. I'm pretty much average, and apparently not as low-maintenance as I had thought. If you add in acrylic nails, hair dye and nail polish, I use more than the average woman. Not to mention various products used occasionally, such as tanning lotion, etc.

So, I made a decision to eliminate many of these products from my "beauty routine". If you see me around town sans makeup, you'll know why! It's all in an effort to take better care of my health, simplify my life, and save money. I may not be beautiful, but hey, I'll be healthier, right? My list is now down to 8 products per day, with 2 others i use 2-3 times a week. I'll leave it up to you to guess which products I've eliminated. I'm not sure I'll ever give up the hair dye or nail polish, though. Like Pastor Gary said a few weeks ago, if the fence needs paintin', paint it!

Have a blessed day!

Blog land

Brad H. recently started a blog. In it he writes..."as I read the things that many of you have written it brings me to believe that writing may be more therapeutic for me then anything else". I think he really hit the nail on the head with that statement. I've never been much of a writer. While other girls in high school were writing poetry to their boyfriends and keeping flower-covered diaries with little locks and keys on chains around their necks, I was too busy with other things to be bothered. I tried, as I grew older, to keep a journal, but I grew much too frustrated with the whole process of writing, scribbling out or erasing what I didn't like, etc. It was too slow, too cumbersome, and much too time-consuming to be bothered with.

But here, in blog land, I've found a format to express my thoughts, opinions and feelings, and just general observations about my world and the world around me. I don't know if many people read this, but that's okay, if they don't. As Brad stated, it's more therapeutic for me than anything else, and judging from the number of blogs being started, seemingly almost daily, it's a help to other people, too. I also like getting to know acquaintances better, and feeling that we're becoming better friends, or a "community" as Justin so aptly put it.

Maybe it's a bit ironic that I tend to be a fairly private person and yet here I am, exposing my life to the world via the internet. Regardless, I'm enjoying it immensely, and even more so, I'm enjoying viewing other's lives from the other side of the lake.

He's Home!!!

My husband is home, yea!! He's been gone out of town for nearly two weeks and I've missed him so much. This is the longest I can recall us being apart in nearly twenty years. Sometimes young people think that they're the only ones who have a corner on the "being in love" market, but they're wrong. My hubby is my best friend, my partner, my love. After nearly 30 years of marriage, the house is real empty when he's gone. He is my rock, the one I lean on, and I don't know where I'd be or what I'd do without him. I'm so, so glad he's home.

Song of Solomon 6:3 (NASB)

I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine...

Today

"Worry is a thief that you allow to steal your life." I read that today in a blog that I read daily. It gave me a lot of food for thought, especially the part that read "you allow".

And then this...August 1- My Utmost For His Highest.
Profound wisdom.

I have decided that for today, I am not going to worry. I can't control tomorrow and yesterday is gone, but I can decide that for today, I won't worry. I am going to enjoy this beautiful sunny day and my beautiful home.

I don't know what the future holds for my family, or my children, I don't even know what this day will bring. But for today, I am going to let God be in control and I'm going to stop trying to do his job.

Matthew 6:34 (The Message)

Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.