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August 31, 2006
Nightly Wrapup
Egads, I'm tired. We had a good day today, Czarina has really taken to school. It takes us most of the morning to get it started up and finished, which isn't bad. After lunch, I let the kids veg a little while the Duke takes a nap- playdough or cartoons or something, then we usually go swimming when he wakes up.
Today we had a picnic lunch, which was fun, and different. A little later on we played a Carebear game and Strawberry Shortcake, and that was about it for me. I was done. Mama was tapped out. From that point on, it was just finishing my stuff for the night- dinner, dishes, prep for school, etc. and before I know it, it's 11 and time to hit the hay.
Eh. I don't want to be a mommy that just takes care of the house and their basic needs, ya know? I do want to make their days fun and different- I don't want them to be bored. But at the same time, I get exhausted after a day of entertaining them. Maybe all those arts and crafts and activities I always thought I'd do with my children are really for those a little bit older than mine. I don't know... But I feel like right now I often go from one task to the next without stopping to make those crazy and fun memories I want them to have. Sometimes I'm on autopilot, and that's an icky feeling.
I'll have to think on that one.
But not tonight- my brain is sleepy. Dreams beckon.
G'night-- sleep tight. Bed bugs, ya know the drill.
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August 29, 2006
Oh The Decadence
... of cinnamon rolls in the middle of the afternoon. Absolutely sinful.
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August 28, 2006
Class in Session
Here's our little school area, and Czarina hard at work.
I hear the teacher's a hottie this year. Ha.
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Saturday's Expedition
into the great, rocky creek near our house- click the link for photos! (oh, and you can also click the picture for a larger image.)
Continue reading "Saturday's Expedition"
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Tasty
I'm craving BREAD today. Good, yummy, bakery bread. Something warm and squishy and dripping with butter, with a beautiful, golden crust. And maybe seseme seeds.
That sounds so good, I wanna roll around in it.
I think I might actually die if I don't eat some good bread today.
I gotta make a call. This is serious.
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August 26, 2006
Sweet Saturday
Happy Saturday, people! Ohyayohyayohyayohyay! I needed a Saturday.
I know you're thinking I've barely blogged the last few days, but that's not actually true. I've started several posts, but they were all too heavy and overly "thinky" to actually publish. Sometimes, it's better just to zip it, ya know? So I've kept it light. And yes, you're very welcome. Ha!
Today's agenda: a nice long walk, and picture day! I have been in that first trimester fog for months now, and it's finally starting to clear. Now I wanna do some stuff! I feel involved in my life again, which is nice. I've barely taken any good pictures lately, so I need to snap some while the kids are exploring and having fun.
I love Saturdays now, I really do. It's so nice to spend time together as a family. I try to let King Pen unwind a little and not use the weekend as a chance to dump everything on him, but it sure is nice to have a second pair of hands (and eyes) around to corral this bunch. Plus, adult interraction is a nice change to the day.
Oh, I know some of you read Gypsy's blog- isn't she great? Anyway, she just had her baby- he was born one day before Jack turned one. So for one day, she had two children under the age of one! God bless her! Well, she comes home from the hospital today. She just moved to Germany a few months ago with her husband who is in the military. So, she's away from family and hasn't had a lot of time to make new friends. If you think of it, remember her in your prayers as she makes this new transition. I can imagine the challenges she'll face, and I'm sure she'd appreciate your thoughts.
Okay, that's it for now... stuff to do!!
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August 24, 2006
Castaways
I've been reading here and there that the 13th season of Survivor has plans to divide the tribes by race- white, black, asian, and hispanic. Okay. It's so irritating when a show won't die gracefully. Don't get me wrong, I've been a long time fan. But c'mon guys. Being controversial just to get ratings is tacky. And sadly, it'll probably work.
I can't see much good coming from this format. What do you think?
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August 23, 2006
Too Young
Okay, I'm saying, who in their right mind would let their THIRTEEN year old child get married? I don't get it. I mean, she had to have her parent's permission right, if she was a minor? And to an 18 year old? Sheesh.
Update: After looking it up- individuals under the age of 14 may not marry. So how the heck did that happen?
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August 22, 2006
Hiddily-ho!
Ah... Ned Flanderisms.
So lovies, been missing me? I know you're all dying to know what I've been up to this week! So I won't make you suffer any longer. Monday we started school, and as I expected, Czarina was a fabulous student. And today was even better! We finished in about half the time that is slotted in the example schedule in the books- although I'm not trying to speed through it. It took us roughly 2 hours, with a snack and potty break. I'm keeping us as focused as possible, but it is still fairly informal and casual. HeroBoy is busy with his puzzles and playdo, and I do one worksheet with him. The Duke sort of mills around, randomly causing mischief until his morning nap. In all, it's really working out great! I LOVE not having to get Czarina dressed and out the door for school, with lunch and folder and etc. It's really nice! She's doing great, and I'm not having any trouble following the curriculum or teaching the material. I've got this first grade stuff down, my friend! Pictures tomorrow, I promise.
I've been feeling pretty good, lately- naseau is starting to ease off some. Except for yesterday- which was horrible. Guh. I'll be so glad when this part is completely over! I can see the light at the end of the tunnel though-- it's better every day, so I'm thankful for that. I see my midwife next Monday, and that seems like the first milestone to get to. I'm 13 weeks now. Yippee! Clothes are still fitting me, though not quite as loose as normal. I do have a little curve to my belly if you look for it. Though, I'll admit, some of that is chocolate cake and snickers bars. Whaddaya gonna do? A girl's gotta have chocolate when she's moody and hormonal. It's in the Rules.
How about some other random facts for your reading pleasure?
Supper menu tonight: Chicken tacos. Oh the yumminess.
Unmatched socks status: Still unmatched. I'm trying, really, but my hands won't do it!
Latest unsatisfied craving: Chicken divan. Mom!! Help!
Bedtime last night: 9:30. Shamefully early.
Last person I talked to on the phone: Ashley- my pregnant sister. We talked bebe.
Something I'm too lazy to do: Besides the unmatched socks, it's change the ringtone on my cellphone, which is terribly un-me. Been bugging me for days, but I haven't done a thing about it. I disgust myself.
Latest irritation: The ants in my kitchen!! URGH! Die, fiends!
Last grown-up I personally interacted with: A grandma at the pool. She talked, I listened. I didn't get a word in edgewise, but beggars can't be choosers! At least now I am intimately aquainted with her tv schedule and where she went on vacation this summer.
Most recent quirk: I'm off books! Noooo! It's like I've got reader's block. Just can't seem to get into anything good.
Okay, that's enough for now. My services are required by the Duke, who is busy yelling demands from the highchair.
Toodily-do!
(and yes, you have permission to really dislike me for at least ten minutes for making you read "toodily-do". It didn't sit well with me, either. But you start with a Flanderism, gotta end with one. Sorry. Rules.)
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August 20, 2006
Did I Say I Wasn't Narcissistic?
Oh, I lied then.
Got this from Christin, which just goes to prove, narcissism is contagious. See- you're gonna do it, too, aren't ya? I've infected you-- mwahahahaha!
For the record, I think I disagree on all counts. I certainly didn't see that Mischa Barton thing coming. What's with looking like TWO of the OC characters? Weird.
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Random
I don't know why, but the other day I remembered this one kid I knew in junior high who was born on Christmas Day. He told me he went through a brief freak out in elementary school when someone told him that meant he was the antichrist.
That's so terrible. But oh so funny.
(Reminds me of that site, I Used To Believe. Hilarious!)
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August 19, 2006
Weepy
You know you're hormonal when you get teary-eyed at the end of "The Jungle Book 2". I really felt for Mogli.
Scary.
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August 18, 2006
Preggo Dreams
Last night, I dreamed I was attempting to homeschool a tribe of wild native people in the jungle who didn't even speak English. I woke up when they chased me with spears. I fell back to sleep, and this time I dreamed I drove up to the mall in a mint green granny car, went inside, and rollerskated around the mall in a long, flowing wedding dress!
I can't even begin to decipher that one!
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August 17, 2006
Volunteers?
Somebody wanna come over here and match a basketful of socks for me? And while you're at it, you could put the silverware away, too.
Thanks. You're a pal!
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August 16, 2006
Wifely Concerns
About two weeks ago, my friend Amy sent me this book, called Created to Be His Helpmeet, by Debi Pearl. The author cowrote another book with her husband called To Train Up A Child. TTUAC has been instrumental in the way we raise our children, so I was eager to read this new one about the life of a wife.
Oh
my
goodness.
Now, if you know me, you know I am NOT about these selfhelp books. I just... uck. I don't like them. I'm no Chicken Soup For the Soul kinda girl. And if you are, don't get offended by that statement- it's just not my bag. But the Pearls are extraordinary people. They are a bit more extreme in some of their beliefs than I am, but fundamentally, I agree with most of what they say. I didn't hesitate to crack this book.
And, man. It is kicking my butt all over the place. I have been married almost TEN YEARS, people. And I didn't get it. I mean, I knew the basics of a good marriage, and I've tried to be decent, you know? But I had not grasped the magnitude and the responsibility of being the kind of wife God wants us to be. I have "gotten by" okay- I think King Pen wouldn't complain a whole lot-- but I have never put myself 100% into being his helpmeet.
Oh, that's hard to admit.
I don't mean that I haven't been 100% commited to this marriage, but I mean, I have not ever completely, totally, absolutely, and consciously given over to the role God placed me in. I felt like it was my right to hold back something- that I was protecting who I am as an individual. Wrong. Boy, was I wrong. The truth is, I have not been completely submitted to God, because it's HARD-- it goes against our nature. It is that very fear of losing ourselves that causes us to fall short of what we're called to do and be. It is that fear that keeps us from truly realizing who we are. In the last year, that fear has driven me to search for some enlightened self awareness, some approval or validation, and I lost my way. But I am seeing something- and the proof is right before me every day- that my happiness, my validation, my approval and awareness comes from fulfulling God's desire for my life. It's so simple! I can't believe I've missed it all this time! The Bible is clear on what His will is for my life- I don't have to go searching for it. He wants me to be my husband's helper, and a loving, attentive mother. He created me to be that person. I have a natural, God-given void in me that only they can fill. It doesn't mean I am a robot, that I can't do anything but serve. I am still me. I am still creative and goofy and moody and dorky and funny-- I am still WonderGirl. I still have my own thoughts and ideas and plans and wishes and likes and dislikes... and they are perfectly suited to this family. I am the perfect choice to mother these children, the perfect choice to be wife to this husband. God put me here because nobody else in the world can bring what I do to this family. Wow! You have no idea how good that feels! I was handpicked. I am honored by that. I really am.
Each day for the last week, as I have read and studied more about how to be what God wants, I have found a deep, fulfulling, energetic happiness! Would you believe that I look forward to things I used to dread!? I am not kidding! It brings me joy now to have a warm, happy, clean house for King Pen to come home to. I look forward to putting that load of laundy away before he comes home so he'll see a clear room, with good smelling clothes waiting for him in his dresser. Seriously! I am not making that up! I never thought I woud look forward to household work. I didn't appreciate it as a ministry to my family. Now I do. And I am so thrilled to have a smile on my face when he comes home, because I see his joyful response to it. God has changed me, changed me, changed me, and I can't help but share that with you. I feel like I have a new life.
I've been reading a few chapters every day- and I'm almost finished with the book. It's something I've had to go slow with, because there is so much to absorb, so much to repent for and commit myself to obedience in. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, I know this road leads to a lifetime of happiness for me and my family. It isn't that Debi Pearl has come up with some allfired plan of action. It's that she was willing to point directly to the Bible and say, this is what God says. Do it, and you will be blessed beyond measure.
She was obedient to the command for the aged woman to teach the younger, and they are lessons I will never, ever forget.
Feel free to borrrow this book from me if you want to. But beware. You won't be the same after you finish reading it.
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August 14, 2006
So Irritating
Okay. I can deal with the little watermark at the bottom of the screen as a network identification. NBC, CBS, whatever. It's not too intrusive. It's clear- it's stationary. But they just couldn't leave well enough alone, could they? Now they have a whole scene going on in the corner- a promo for some other show while I'm WATCHING a show already. It's so rude! It's distracting! I mean, come on, I'm already watching your channel- don't get greedy! I don't need a miniature Arnold Schwartzenegger marching across the bottm of the screen as a car explodes behind him while I'm trying to watch Harry Potter!
Jerks.
(this entry can also be filed under hormonal rants.)
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August 13, 2006
Loving and Learning
Yesterday, I went to a used homeschool bookstore. I was fortunate enough to borrow about half of the material I needed from my sister-in-law, which was great. I shudder to think how much money I would have had to shell out for teacher's manuals and whatnot! Thank you, Tara! Anyway, after digging for hours, I did find a few things at the bookstore. But I ended up having to order most of what I needed from the A Beka website- the student workbooks and tests, etc. It should (hopefully) be here in a few days. And guess what?
I'm excited!
I didn't expect to be, honestly. We had the notion to homeschool our children well before they came along-- grand thoughts of a roomful of obedient and shining children, eager to learn. Then we actually HAD those children, and the idea seemed a bit more daunting. And when I found out I was pregnant with number four, well, it seemed downright scary. I came to terms with it, but I wasn't excited.
It's funny how God can change your heart.
I wasn't looking to have an attitude change when I picked up the curriculum book. I was just trying to familiarize myself with the teaching method. But as I read, I started to imagine what my day will be like. How Czarina will listen to me, and how I'll explain things, and how I'll keep HeroBoy occupied with some colorsheets or playdo. I thought about setting up our school area, how we'll decorate and celebrate the seasons and holidays- how we'll have a "sticker chart" for good behavior. And I suddenly found myself eager to start the school year. I realize now that homeschooling isn't just another chore to add to my daily to-do list. It's a priviledge I have- to teach my child, to watch her learn- to be a part of introducing her to the world. Over the last week, God has given me an enthusiastic spirit- and I'm grateful for it. It's much more fun going into it with an excited attitude than the martyred one I'd been harboring. How fortunate I am to have this opportunity to share in my child's education! I am so glad that God knows when my attitude needs adjusting, even when I don't.
I'm sure I'll have my moments- we all do- but I believe this is going to be a positive experience for my family. I'll keep you up to date- as soon as our "schoolroom" is all set up, I'll take a picture of it. We're taking one more week to enjoy the summer, while we wait for the last of the books to come in. Seven more days of swimming, sleeping late, and being general lay-abouts... then it's off to school!
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August 10, 2006
Long Lasting It Ain't.
Wow. It takes a chiclet exactly 1.3 seconds to lose it's flavor.
Spatooie!
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Let Me Clear My Throat
One of the most undignified moments of humanity is the choke. You know what I'm talking about- you've swallowed something down the wrong way, and in response, your body does everything it can to embarrass you. You try to hold it in some, not wanting to make a spectacle of yourself. You know you're going to be alright- but you can't express it any other way than a shake of your head or wave of your hand to the concerned people around you. All conversation has stopped, and all eyes are on you. People are reviewing the Heimlech in their heads, because they're sure you're about to need it. "Are you okay?" they ask, glancing nervously at you. You are not convincing with your little wave. Your shoulders are heaving, eyes tearing up, and the sputtering, hacking cough, it's terribly undiscreet. Bits of food may even escape with each mighty burst. You are in a full body spasm, and in full body denial about it. And as much as you hate it, it just keeps going on, and on, and on. It can happen anywhere. A wedding. A restaurant. A blind date. It usually happens when you least expect it, and are most horrified at the thought of it.
But, finally, sweet mercy, it's over, and you can breathe again. You take in wobbly breaths. Everyone visibily relaxes. You squeek out a pitiful "I'm fine", and try to pretend you didn't just disgrace yourself in front of an entire roomful of people.
Or maybe that's just me.
Ahem.
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August 9, 2006
Week Eleven
Hey, baby! How's it going in there? Give me the run down.
* Nearly all structures and organs are formed and beginning to function.
* Fingers and toes have separated
* Hair and nails begin to grow
* The genitals begin to take on the proper gender characteristics - It will be just a few more weeks before your ultrasound can show if you are having a boy or a girl!
* Amniotic fluid begins to accumulate as the kidneys begin to function - This fluid, consisting primarily of water, helps provide a cushion for your baby while she's nestled within your womb.
* The muscles in the intestinal walls begin to practice contractions that digest food.
Your baby is about 1.61 inches (4.1 cm) long and weighs 0.25 ounce (7gm).
(From Pregnancy.org)
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August 8, 2006
Uncool
I feel like there is a little fairy sitting on my shoulder today, and he's built a little campfire, roasting marshmellows and weinies. I think he's singing Kum Ba Yah- and rather badly at that.
I know that's weird.
But I'm hot! And there's no other possible explanation. The AC is chugging along, the curtains are drawn, and there's plenty of ice tea. So I blame the fairy. He says to blame the baby, but I won't do that. My little bambino wouldn't dare make his mommie suffer so.
Anyway, the fairy is getting ready to tell some ghost stories, so I'm off. I don't want to miss the one about the guy with the hook on top of the car. Classic.
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August 7, 2006
The State of Things
I don't like not knowing who to believe, who to trust. And that's how I feel about the mainstream media. And the White House. Everyone has secret agendas, hidden alliances and motivations and investments. You can't trust a man's words anymore, and that is a sad thing. And I'm not Bush hating here- it's across the board. I don't trust any of them anymore.
The world hates America, or at least, the media wants us to think that. Certainly, many people do hate us. Why? From where I stand, America is first in line to help underdeveloped countries, offer aid during natural disasters, and promote freedom and equality throughout the world. Is that accurate? We are doing those things, aren't we? Or is that just another false portrayal to keep the public docile? I sound paranoid, but something provokes the hatred and animosity towards Americans. What is it? Is it that we are a Christian nation? Or is that we are not Christian enough-- that our Western values are corruptive? Seriously, what is going on that I don't know about? Is the United States conducting itself politically and globally in a way that would horrify it's citizens if we really knew the truth? Are we really the bad guys the world believes us to be? Or is it just easy to hate America? Do the leaders of other countries use us to distract their people from their own corruption? There are a million questions, a million why's... but which one is the truth?
I've been thinking of this since the beginning of the Israeli and Hezbollah conflict. I'm honest enough to admit that I don't understand it, and I can't calculate it's impact on the United States. And I don't know where to go for an honest answer anymore.
When you don't trust anyone to tell you the straight truth, it's hard to make sense of the world.
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August 4, 2006
Music to My Ears
I'm not a concert-goer. I love music, but I have been to very few actual performances... but there are a few artists that I'd love to see, would kill to see. Okay, maybe not kill. That's wrong. But I'd give somebody a serious frogging if it meant I'd get tickets to shows like Sheryl Crow and John Mayer together!
Oh, easy listening Nirvana!! I'd like to gather up a few of my girls- you know who you are- and we could have a Girl's Night, complete with frozen margaritas and dangley earrings.
Aw- that makes me lonesome for some friends. Still no buddies here in B'ham, yet. Where are all the cool chicks?
Anyway, I'd also love to see Alison Krauss, The Cranberries, Coldplay, The Coors, and Anna Nalick just to name a few more. Oh, and the Fray. Can't forget them.
You know, now that I look at that list, I'm not much of a hard rocker, am I? I like music I can drink my coffee to. No moshpit craziness for WonderGirl. I gotta get up early in the morning, thank you very much.
Well, I ramble. I'm just putting off the laundry, so I better get to it. Have a good weekend, all!
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Bound To Happen
sooner or later.
Czarina swallowed a marble today. It's at times like these that it's super nice to have an ER doctor in the family. (Go Tara! Way to marry!) His diagnosis- well, what goes in, must come out. So we'll be "keeping an eye out" for it during the next three days. Ew. But still- at least we didn't have to pay $400 to sit in an ER for eight hours!
Now. Let's try to make the rest of the weekend relatively uneventful, hm? No more swallowing of the foreign objects.
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August 3, 2006
Ok Go
This is by far one of my favorite You Tube videos-- I so wanna work out with these guys! Funny!
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August 2, 2006
Made for the Movies
Remember when I made a video of the Duke's first year? Well, here's one I made of Czarina's first five. Enjoy!
(It goes without saying that it's 6 pm and I'm still in my pajamas. This was an all day production! Ha!)
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Ice Cream, Hold the Pickles
I didn't think I would live to see the day it would happen, but I was wrong. A few days ago, I bought some Publix ice cream called Chocolate Trinity. I was excited. Chocolate so good, it's spiritual. I love chocolate- so how about chocolate times three? Great! Fantastic! It'll be awesome! Listen to the ingredients and tell me I was wrong: Thick mackinac fudge is swirled into rich, creamy premium dark chocolate ice cream and sprinkled with mini cups of thick, delicious chocolate. Sounds heavenly, doesn't it?
Well, apparently, I am not woman enough to eat Chocolate Trinity. That stuff is like chocolate on steroids. It's big and mean and intense. I took a bite, and cocoa immediately began seeping from my pores. I even tried adding milk, thinking that would calm it down a little, but all it did was convert the milk into a thick, foamy, chocolate glob. It assimilate the milk, people. I saw it happen with my own eyes.
So what now? I mean, it's ice cream, and it's CHOCOLATE- I can't throw it out. But I can't eat it, either. It's scary. I think it spoke to me. Told me to go liberate his brothers, Dulce de Leche, Oh Fudge Oh Nuts, and Blackjack Cherry from their frozen prisons.
It's rogue chocolate, people. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Each bite may be your last.
Help. I'm in over my head with this one.
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August 1, 2006
Continuous Feast
Wow.
I love it when the Truth hits you between the eyes.
Ashley, Joey, Debby, Amy, and King Pen- five people I spoke with or heard from yesterday, each of them had something to say to me that slammed me right where I needed it. Thank God for friends like these.
Ashley reminded me to be merciful and encouraging.
Debby reminded me to be thankful, truly thankful.
Joey reminded me to be prayerful, to hide God's scripture in my heart that I might not sin against Him.
Amy reminded me to be cheerful, to have true joy in my salvation.
And King Pen reminded me... why. He is a man who deserves a wife who is all those things. That's what I want to be... I want to be a gift in his life.
I cannot tell you how incredibly moved I am by the encouragement and gentle chastisement from my friends. It is like a fresh rain on my spirit. I realize where I've been this last year- so wrapped up in my own self, oh miserable place to be. I'm sorry. I didn't see it, I was so blind-- but God has worked something in me today and last night. He opened my eyes to my follies. Now is the time, now is when He calls me to obedience and a life rich in Him.
I've been a Christian since I was five years old. I have had my ups and downs on this road, as we all do. I have been low this last year, treading a dark valley. I didn't know how low and dark until today, when Truth bombarded me from every direction.
I want my life to be so different. I want to be a different woman. I am so happy with that thought! With the knowledge that God can make me a blessing to other people, to my friends and family, to my children and my husband.
I have served myself too long. It has brought me nothing but pain and dissatisfaction. I am ashamed that I have put myself above the people that I love. I see that now, and I want nothing more than to right that wrong, to be the vessel that God has ordained me to be. I know that contentment is found there, and nowhere else.
Anyway, I wanted to share that here... I find myself rejoicing in my salvation, in my existence, my place in this world-- and I just wanted you to know. You are part of it- my friends, who care enough to call me on my self-pity, my selfishness, my disobedience. I love you, and thank you.
Life can be a continual feast for the cheerful, so the Bible tells us. And I want to feast every day of my life, till I am old and gray and jolly.
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