What my eyes did not see!

Friday night I attempted to jazz up my blog with a download from another site.

Today, Sunday, I am choosing to leave it for now.
Last night, after a nerve-wrenching game on TV with Penn State vs Ohio State, I made a mental decision I would arise extra early, attend early church and visit my father in a nursing home. At 6:00 I popped awake but chose to catch a few more winks...when I got up it was too late. Joe was already outside closing our above ground pool, which was a gift from my father many years ago. I was sick inside. Our weekends have been full or the weather hasn't cooperated...today was the day, because there is going to be a change in the weather tomorrow.

Joe needed me. Four hours later he openly thanked me for my help and it settled so sweetly with me that my heart was full of love.

I opened this blog but was still saddened by what I didn't do today, something I wanted so much to happen last night.

I googled Mark 8...read all of Chapter 8 & 9, and took it to the bathtub to soak and ponder on.

Much happened in those two chapters. Feeding thousands, addressing more Pharisees, healings, Peter's confession of Christ, Jesus predicts his death, the Transfiguration...this is too much to comment on from my limited skill.

Yet the quote that stirred me to came back here was Mark 8:21
"He said to them, "Do you still not understand?"

I could swallow myself up in pity or I could press on trusting God.

Each day is filled with the temptation of "couldas" and "shouldas".
I learned that years ago when I was still in therapy.

Being one of sound faith and joyful to boot, doesn't have to be a strain.
Why was I making it so?

Sitting in the bathtub, naked and talking to God may sound weird, but think of all the places millions have had to call out His name and the various circumstances they have been in.

Now I am relaxed. Joe is resting. The girls are shopping.
I didn't make it to church again or visit my father.

I'm not proud of that, but I refuse to allow it to rob my joy!

This isn't working!

Okay the theme of Lysa TerKeurst's blog today from Proverbs 31 Ministry was blogging.

This is definitely one experiment gone wrong.

There are trees growing behind my daughter.

I can't seem to figure out how to enlarge my text area.

I lost a link...anyways it was a funny man giggling at The Comedy Barn in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. It's on youtube somewhere, yet when you clink links there you never know what will be in the sidebars of other videos, so it is just as well be lost.

I am missing family movie night in the next room, Indiana Jones.

Yet I find this situation somewhat goofy enough to post.

To make matters worse, I just got hushed when I asked how to spell "youtube". I had it Utube...I am such a dork!

Giving it up...for now.

Love and blessings!!!!!


Carol

"I'm glad your my Mom."

That is what my youngest daughter said to me as I was driving her to her first Homecoming dance as a freshman and representative of our school's Student Council.

I actually did this.....


and the finished result...mind you we only bought this dress two weeks ago and the shoes four hours before the event. For once having size 10 feet came in handy because they were the only shoes that fit and they were "good"!





Now to what really gives me motivation sometimes...

Deut 4:9

"Only take heed to thyself, and keep thy soul diligently, lest thou forget the things which thine eyes have seen, and lest they depart from thy heart all the days of thy life: but teach them thy sons, and thy sons' sons"


I did not give heed to anything Saturday night but to create a balance in my daughter's life that would bring her confidence and reassurance in her natural beauty. She had a wonderful time!

Sunday we enjoyed, my two girls and I, a little talk of why I do the things I do.

I don't want them to make the mistakes I made.
(That's why I check her grades on the computer.)

That's why I try to go the extra mile and blab on and on about the things that hurt me when I was younger.

We also talked of the mistakes I have made, and their right to comment and store up what they would do differently when they have children of their own.
(my eldest reminded me of her 9th grade hairdo that was not so "hip", "funky" or whatever they say now-it was more akin to a Texas beauty pagent...hey...I admitted I make mistakes)

My girls know I smoked pot, went to my first bar at the age of 15, was a binge eater then a starvation fool. When my mother died my senior year of cancer, I hurt so deeply inside I began hurting myself. I once told someone that in MY case, I do not regret the pain I went through and the mistakes I made because I turned something wrong from my early life into something wonderful!


Thanking God we reconnected these past several years before it was too late!

Thank you Jesus...because of you I really was made anew!
(yet a little of the daring comes out from time to time-Thank you Holy Spirit!!!!)

I do not mask much any more...I don't take chances any more!

God gave me four wonderful things to die for:
two beautiful young women,
a loving husband,

and life eternal!!!!!!!