Let it Snow...

We had our first snow here this weekend. What a view everywhere! For those of you who don't know me well. I love snow... alot. The only down side to it that I can think of is that it sticks to the bottom of your jeans. That is kinda gross.

It melts and then your jeans stick to your ankles and it is wet and cold. That is why you should tuck your jeans into your socks, because you can remove the wet socks and get a new pair.... but you look like a dork with jeans tucking into your thick winter socks. There is just no winning.

Walk Humbly Son

One thing I hate is going to Wal*Mart at the first of the month. Check day. And, no, that is not a pay check for working. I had to do this yesterday because I had a stupid clog in my stupid drain of my beautiful bath tub.

Fair to say I was already grumpy at this point, then my horrible thoughts started flowing like venom through my entire being. I could shake these people. Who do they think they are? Cheating the system. My thoughts got nastier and nastier. I even chuckled as I thought up evil spirited Facebook Status Updates (I put alot of thought into those often.)

Then WHAM something slapped me in the face. I think it was God. Nope, I am positive it was God.

1. Idiot you had a stable home with parents who were nothing but amazing role models.


2. Idiot you had a private education all but 2 years of your first 22 years. And that public education wasn't a shabby one either.


3. Idiot you have attended amazing churches since infancy.


4. Idiot you are in a loving marriage to a man who will do honest work till the day he dies.

I am not allowed to judge anyone when I have had the world handed to me. Granted, I did not grow up in the Upper East Side by any means. But, I have now because of what I had.

I have no right at all to think that I am something special. I am blessed beyond means and I make myself sick when I am nasty like that.

You Are...

I am selfish
I whine and complain
I am sick of the whole 2009 thing
I. I. I. I.

But You are so many things. Oh God, you are so many things that I am not.
Whew, thank you Lord for that. I will rest in your unfailing love.
Seriously download Ps. 91 by Sonicflood.

Things, I feel, are looking much brighter. And I am far less whiney than I was a few blogs ago. I have a happy stomach and I no longer will be playing the "What Have I Not Thrown Up" game (I threw up some great stuff, and that makes me sad.) We are heading toward being 2 months down with our separation period, and time is really flying (Even though I hate wishing time away, so what I am going to do it. Can you blame me!?)

Fact: Visit Staunton, Virginia. You will not be dissapointed.

Oh how He loves

Today at church we were asked, "What has God done for you?" A fairly simple question, with fairly simple answers. Just look at your life. You have clothes, food, shelter, health care, a few pennies here and there.

Most of you know me pretty well, so you know that this month has been pretty stink-ola for me. But this month something amazing has been constantly revealed to me. The Peace the surpasses all understanding. I know that God will take care of my stupid stomach issues, God will keep his hand on Mike, God will always take care of my stress. What is more peaceful than that? God's Care.

Shine

I am not sure if I mentioned this yet, but i have lost my mo-jo, my creativity. It is gone, poof. Perhaps it is because I sit behind a computer half the time and the other half I am traveling, or that I am a bit worried about Mike or a combinations of reasons. When did I decide that it was something that I could put on the backburner? It kinda makes me sad. So here is my attempt at getting my creativity back. Oh and the reason for this is: I really love my camera, and taking fun/funny pictures for Mike so he feels like he has a piece of home out in the sand box.

AND a shout out to Erik and Sarah! Congrats on Little Strum!

AAHHhhhh...

I tried to help...

... But it was too late...

I'm at Home When I am with You

Can you get much more beautiful than this?

I love this place.