Three Old, One Young

Four beds.

Salmon-coloured walls.

Faded yellow blankets.

Four men.... three old, one young.

One on the brink of beginning his life.... and three inching closer to the end of their's.

One of the elderly

Snoring... non-stop.






Chattering away in his sleep.









Having a conversation with himself... none of it making heads or tails.







Answering his own questions in his sleep.






Screaming out in pain when moved by nurses.







Full of apologies to the darling nurses.... yet also thankful for their care.








Incoherent, by times. Convinced he's getting in his car and driving away from here.




Calling the nurse by the wrong name.




Full of congestion.





Ready to cough up a lung at any moment.





And more snoring.... sawing logs.





In his mind, he's resting peacefully.









One of the elderly





Confused by times.




Concerned about his wallet's whereabouts.




The nurse assures it's in safe-keeping.




He asks for it, in case he needs to prove to someone his identity. The wristband isn't enough.




He moves, adjusts his pillow, and off goes the bed alarm.





He's grateful to the nurse for her care.




Pushes the call-button because he thinks his roommate has had a seizure. It's only a matter of the pillow falling on the floor.... no seizure.





Doesn't like to be covered by the sheets, and the gowns aren't quite long enough. Of course his bed is by the door!





Wants the phone beside him. Doesn't expect any calls, but wants that phone next to his bed.





Again he thanks the nurse, not wanting to be a bother.







One of the elderly



Directly across from Blake's bed.



Coherent most of the time.





A retired Priest.





Extremely kind.





A sense of humour.





Another bed alarm.





He wants to walk on his own.





He tries.





The nurse comes running at the sound of the alarm.





No walking alone.





Sits in the chair by his bed.






He has many visitors.








Visitor sits on the side of the bed to chat.










Gets up to leave and sets off the alarm.










The looks on the faces are priceless. "What have I done???"










We grin.










Elderly man laughs.










Visitor waves goodbye, exclaiming "I'm outta here!"










Priceless.














One young man.




Waiting for his healing medicine.








Waiting on the Lord for a miracle healing.










Confident that the Lord can heal him of his Chronic Disease.










At any time.












At any moment.










Knowing that the Lord's timing is best.










Trying to keep open ears to hear His Lord.










Trying to have open eyes to see His face.










Trying to have an open heart to do His will.










Trying to understand what good can come from an illness that eats away on his insides.








Confident that God is all-knowing.












All-wise.










All-healing.










All-loving.










Striving to be a 'patient' patient.








One woman.









One mother.










One caregiver.










Wanting to take the pain on herself.










Wanting to understand God's plan, too.










But knowing His plan is best.










Lessons to be learned through the trials.










Knowing there's green grass in the valleys.










Wondering how others have any hope without Jesus.










Thankful to be a child of The King.










In Jesus name, we press on.

What Ya See Is What Ya Get

Sometimes ME = BAD

Well, I really shouldn't say "ME", but rather "MY MOUTH".

Or maybe rather "MY ATTITUDE".

The other evening I was with a group of ladies and we were commenting about people's bad attitudes in the arena... some parents.... some coaches.....

(Let me tell ya.... some folks in the hockey category can get "PRIT-ty FEIST-y"!)

Anyways, one lady mentioned a situation where a coach was literally screaming and yelling at one of his OWN players during a game (and the player would have been a young boy, maybe 12 or 13 yrs old). The Ref ended up throwing the coach out of the game for his behaviour (which, in my opinion, was a WONDERFUL thing to do! In fact, I'd have banned him from coaching any future games..... again, MY opinion!)

So that got us on the topic of how mean people can be and I started ranting to them about this young arrogant-silver-spoon-fed/-mommy-and-daddy-buy-me-anything-I-want/-oh-everybody-look-at-me-I'm-so-cool-and-beautiful/-Miss-Head-of-the-cheerleading-squad teenaged whippertick girl that I saw in the McDonald's restaurant last week.

I literally stood there with my mouth hanging open watching her. She was SO completely rude to one of the young teenaged boys who was simply just trying to see if she had yet been waited on. He was most polite and courteous, and SHE was MOST.... MOST..... oh I can't even type the adjective that I'm thinking of, lest my blog be categorized under RESTRICTED!

Honestly folks, it was all I could do to not turn and say to her, "And just WHO do YOU think YOU ARE, Miss Goody Two-Shoes!" Without a word of a lie, it took ALL I could muster to not reach over and slap her Maybelline-dressed face! I honestly had a whole conversation happenin' right there in my head, trying to decide WHAT on EARTH I could say to this girl in a Christ-like manner, and LET ME TELL YOU THAT THERE WERE NO CHRIST-LIKE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD AT THAT MOMENT.

If THAT had've been my daughter, I can tell you RIGHT now that her hiney would've been about four shades darker than her Cover-Girl lipstick!!!!

You can just tell when some kids have that "It's All About Me" attitude, and THIS girl had it.

I was SO angry! (Can you tell?)

That was over a week ago and I'm STILL on fire about it.

Well, I was spouting off to this group of ladies about this young girl, and this particular group of ladies has never seen me get all riled up about anything. But they knew I was cheesed.

However.... and this is the point of this post..... when I got back home, I had to think to myself, (or perhaps the Holy Spirit was gently nudging me), "Did you act in a Christ-like manner in front of those women?"

Ahhh, Lord...... come ONnnnnnnnn...... I was defending that poor little boy behind the McDonald's counter who was just simply trying to do his job.

And then I hear the Holy Spirit say that despite what this young girl said and despite how she acted, it does not give me a license to go around and speak meanly about her.

(Dagnabbit!)

So I confessed to the Lord that my attitude was not proper and that I likely didn't leave a good impression of The Lord in the eyes of these women, despite that the young girl should've been slapped upside the head. I still shouldn't have been complaining or gossiping or chewing nails and spitting rust.

I decided I would watch my mouth from now on and not act the way I did that evening in front of those ladies.

Fast forward four days.

Me and my big mouth.

I did it again.

Different story.

Different people.

But same scenario.

A woman who has just simply got under my skin regarding the whole issue of Blake's health and the paperwork and yada-yada-yada. This woman has a REAL problem with communication skills and phone-side manners!

(Again, who am "I" to judge and act as God.......)

But since I "think" I have some type of authority to chew about people behind their back, I once again start discussing this other scenario with a couple of ladies today. As I drive back home, I think, "For CRYING OUT LOUD, I JUST did it AGAIN!"

Sorry, Lord.

Me and my big mouth.




So I thought about this and decided that it's really not my mouth that's leading me into trouble..... it's my attitude. If my ATTITUDE were in it's proper place, then my mouth would follow.

It's not hard to have a good attitude when all is fine with the world; however, it IS VERY hard to have a good attitude when people hurt you, or they hurt someone you love, or when you see them hurt someone you don't even know, like the McDonald's boy.

And God forbid anyone hurt our children! Mothers are pitbulls with lipstick!





I don't like to be hurt.

I don't like to see others get hurt.

I don't like to see people who are nice to your face but hurtful behind your back.

I don't like phoney-baloneys. (And, yes, I know it's spelled "bologna", but then it wouldn't have rhymed properly).

I think that I am pretty much a "What-ya-see-is-what-ya-get" kind of woman. I'm not perfect, although at one time I might have thought I was. I'm not the kind of person to go out and hurt anyone. I'm not one to have to "be-in-the-know"... in fact, I'd really rather you NOT gossip with me or give me details because I only have a limited number of brain cells left anyways and I'd rather use them up with concentrating on my own family's business and not everyone else's!

I know people who would NEVER say a word about anyone else, yet they are VERY sneaky at probing for information because they feel they need to know what's going on in everyone else's life, other families' lives, the folks they work with, the people they go to church with..... yes, that's right.... church people. Surprisingly, SOME "Christians" are the WORST regarding this!

Anyways, I don't want to get back on the complaining band wagon; I guess I just wanted you to know that I'm not perfect..... that what you see is what you get. I'm a work in progress. Joyce Meyer always says, "Little by little". We aren't going to reach that "taming of the tongue" overnight, but little by little we get closer to the goal.

If I replay the McDonald's situation over in my head again, I guess I COULD have approached the smart-mouthed young lady and simply said, "Excuse me, but that young man is just simply doing his job by asking if he could take your order. Please don't be rude to him."

And as for the other scenario, I COULD have just told the woman on the phone "I'm sorry, this is our first time in dealing with a chronic disease and what we need to do with regards to ensuring the paperwork is completed properly so our son can receive the medicine to save his life. I would appreciate you being patient with me."

My first reaction is simply to bite their heads off. However, I need to remember to "dress" myself. Just as I get up each day and put on my pants and a sweater, I also need to put on some clothes of kindness and gentleness. Colossians 3:12 says, "Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience."

So, even though I think people can pretty much read me like a book and know what I'm like and know where I stand on things and know that "what ya see is what ya get", I'd like to think that "what ya see is slowly changing into a better person".

There's no time-warp machine to get me there quicker.... it's certainly a process.... but little by little, I think I'm gettin' there.

Jigsaw Puzzles

Ever try to explain something and the words or thoughts just seem to be all jumbled together?

That's how I feel today.

There's something floating around in this beany brain of mine, but it's all mixed up; it seems that it's a mass of thoughts rolling around in there but the result seems to be confusion... like a jigsaw puzzle. All those pieces laying in a pile... some laying flat, some on their ends, some upside down. Each piece is important, yet it seems confusing.




But you know that once all those pieces get into alignment, get snapped together with it's matching pieces, the picture begins to form. Keep going, keep aligning and snapping together, and you'll have a picture, a clear picture.... the whole thing comes together with beautiful clear results.





Today, I have puzzle pieces laying in a mess. But each piece, I know, is important and significant, and as I keep picking up one piece at a time and fitting it to it's proper place, a picture will unfold. Sometimes it's a puzzle of 100 pieces, and sometimes, like today, it seems as though the puzzle is the largest jigsaw puzzle I've ever tried to sort through.




I wanted to blog about something today, but I just couldn't get my mind wrapped around it.... how to convey it in words..... how to make it understandable.... I knew it had something to do with prayer, and also there's some stuff about 'trust' rolling around in there, but it just wasn't 'coming together'.




Then I read today's post from A Holy Experience. It touched on some of the things that are going through my head. Here are two excerpts from Ann's post:

It is not that we need to stop living and then pray. We must come to pray… so we can start living. There is no real life apart from prayer. Isn’t relationship the only reality? Thus prayer, relationship with God, is the ultimate reality. Anything without prayer, anything apart from God, is the false life. I have thought it hard to stop the flow of my life at fixed times during the day, to pray. But it’s not about stopping. It’s about coming. Coming to God is only hard if we'd rather to come to our own idols.......

Prayer is not formality but soul conversation. A conversation we come to…. and never want to end, the nakedly frank conversation that lets the hurt and the frustrations and the love hang all out, the talk without ceasing that we have with God while we hang out the laundry, stir the soup, cut the lawn, drive for errands. The conversation with tears, with heart, with eyes, with pen, with ears.

[To read Ann's entire post, please click here: A Holy Experience .]

Once my puzzle pieces start coming together, it will be good for me to 'show' you my puzzle, my picture.

And maybe our puzzles never get completely finished until we see Jesus face to face. Maybe our lives are just one big puzzle that keeps coming together as we press on, as we keep adding just one more piece.

But isn't that the key to completing a jigsaw puzzle? Doesn't happen all at once... it's piece by piece, little by little, bit by bit.....

....and it all comes together,

...and it's then that we'll see the whole picture.

I'll be truly glad when my 'picture' comes together.

Another Chapter

The beginning of a new month....



The beginning of another autumn season....





....and thus you have it....



....the beginning of another school year.










Early-set alarm clocks....





Wake-up showers....




Non-holed shirts and jeans....





Same-old, same-old lunch....

You can't measure their school days....

....for the time has flown too quickly.

It was just yesterday they climbed into the big yellow bus.

I remember those "first days" of kindergarten..... hadn't these babes just come from my womb? How can they be pulled from my arms to start their new adventure?

And now another page turns....

Another map is coloured....

Memories are recorded at the end of a pencil....

Mistakes are sometimes made.....

....some they can erase....

And some mistakes they will not be able to erase.

They might try and cover them up....

But, as time passes, they'll learn from those mistakes.....

....and, before my eyes, somehow,




they'll grow up.





I am thankful that the Lord watches over them....

....and that He neither slumbers nor sleeps (Psalm 121:4).

Although my mind is constant on them, I can't watch over them all the time. I rest knowing my Lord has His hand upon them.

And so turns another page in MY book....

....another page

....another chapter




....and we continue to turn the pages until we reach The End.



And THAT's the day we begin a whole new book, an eternity of never-ending pages.





Yes, today is a new season...



There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. (Ecclesiastes 3:1)


.... and so begins another chapter.....

Let the Name of the LORD be Praised

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Let the name of the LORD be praised,
both now and forevermore.
From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets,
the name of the LORD is to be praised.
The LORD is exalted over all the nations,
his glory above the heavens.

Psalm 113:2-4

As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
Psalm 42:1-2a

The birds of the air nest by the waters;
they sing among the branches.
He waters the mountains from his upper chambers;
the earth is satisfied by the fruit of his work.
Psalm 104:12-13

Once again, the kingdom of heaven is like a net
that was let down into the lake
and caught all kinds of fish.
When it was full,
the fishermen pulled it up on the shore.
Then they sat down
and collected the good fish in baskets,
but threw the bad away.
Matthew 13:47-48

For the LORD God is a sun and shield;
the LORD bestows favour and honour;
no good thing does he withhold
from those whose walk is blameless.
O LORD Almighty,
blessed is the man who trusts in you.
Psalm 84:11-12

You care for the land and water it;
you enrich it abundantly.
The streams of God are filled with water
to provide the people with grain,
for so you have ordained it.
Psalm 65:9

Let the name of the LORD be praised,
both now and forevermore.

All photos by Michelle Found
Point Petre, Prince Edward County
Gull Pond, Prince Edward County

Creepy Crawlies

Today was lawn cutting day. And "I" cut the lawns! I cut our own property as well as our neighbour's lawns. It's something I enjoy doing, despite the fact that, after four hours of cutting, I'm filthy and my back & neck hurt from all the jolting and bouncing around because of uneven ground.

But, I still enjoy it because I like the gratifying feeling when it's all done! (I like straight lines and no big hunks of grass laying in the lawn! I'm particular that way.)

However, today I was a little grossed out with some 'characters' that I came in contact with.

To begin, the humidity here is extremely high, so it feels like everything is sticking to you. Cutting under trees is really becoming annoying this time of year because, as the title indicates, the Creepy Crawlies are out! I thought I might share some pictures of these creatures that I found on the internet. But let me assure you, I DID come in contact with these creatures today.

So this is what I ride around on for four hours every week: (This is not a photo of our John Deere tractor, but it's very similar.)

My first Creepy Crawlie was a fellow that looked like this:

He was stuck on my shirt and I tried to flick him off, but he was literally stuck to my shirt. So I had to grab him and pull him off, and when I DID, he STUCK TO MY FINGERS....... [insert scream here with hairs on my back standing on end!] Grrrrrrrross!!!!!! Yucka!!!!!!!!!! Freaked me out.

Then I came into the house for lunch. I asked Jared to check my back for any Creepy Crawlies. He said there were not any. Two minutes later I feel one of THESE little guys crawling on my lower leg:

... a little tiny inchwormy-thing-a-ma-bopper. Again..... YUCKA! [Good checking Jared! .......said typed with MUCH sarcasm!]

So I eat my lunch and head back out for some more cutting. About half an hour later, lo and behold, one of THESE guys is crawling on my foot:

It normally wouldn't have freaked me out because I usually wear my sneakers while cutting the lawn; however, today I wore my sandals to get a bit more of a tan on my feet...... so Mr. Danny Long Legs was crawling on my foot and he BIT me! I didn't know Danny would bite, but he does! Yucka! So I killed him! (Now it's supposed to rain, right?)

Of course, grass cutting would not be complete without your wonderful army of mosquitoes sucking the very life right out of you!

When I was a little girl, I remember them only coming out at night! NOW they are out all day long! Sunshine, rain, cloudy, humid, hot, cool, dark,.... doesn't matter the weather conditions.... although I do find they don't bother much with me on a windy day. Bring on the wind!

So, what creature is left? How about this one........

Yes, good ol' Mr. Fly. However there are so many species of these guys, I don't know which kind he was, but he was very annoying. Landing on my legs, buzzing around my head....... leave me alone! I'm cutting the lawn!

The only creatures that didn't bug me today were the barn swallows. They usually get upset and will dive right at my head while I'm out cutting. But they were no-shows today.

So when all is said and done, after squashing the Creepy Crawlies or tossing them in the air because they're stuck to my finger, again... yucka!, it feels good to see what I got accomplished. Here's a portion of the area that I cut: (it's a view from our back yard)

Photo of "Found Estates" - taken Summer 2008

No more Creepy Crawlies on me today......

...... but rest assured, they'll be waiting for me NEXT week! YUCKA!

Exercising My Brain

This brain of mine is in need of some exercising!



With all this humidity that we've been experiencing the last week or so, the barometric pressure has affected me in such a manner that it literally hurts my head to even THINK! The pressure is so intense, the pain is moving to my face and even my jawline. Sometimes it seems that even blinking my eyes causes me distress! The pain in behind my eyes can get so intense (Matt, how do you spell 'intense'? [wink, wink]) that I have to lay down with complete silence surrounding me.



My late mother-in-law, who studied nursing, told me a story of how years ago doctors would have bricks put around a person laying in bed who was suffering from arthritis, to keep them from moving. They thought that keeping the patient still was the best therapy. However, as time went on, researchers found that the opposite was the most therapeutic..... they needed to get moving, be active, and not be stationary.



So I figure since my head hurts, I need to do some brain exercises. Maybe that will help my brain from seizing up and experiencing brain freeze.... although I don't think anything could freeze in this humidity!!!!







Last December I started reading a blog, Angie Smith's Bring The Rain, and she challenged her readers to join her in memorizing Scripture. They set out to memorize all 24 verses of Psalm 139 within about two weeks. I thought I would give it a try with them and I did pretty well at the beginning..... lost a bit of steam.... regained some momentum..... and now I kind of know most of it, but could improve immensely. Twenty-four verses is a LOT, but I looked back to when I was just a wee one and I remember Mrs. Wilson teaching me in Sunday School and we were instructed to memorize Psalm 23. If I could memorize a whole six verses when I was ten or twelve years old, then I'm sure twenty-four shouldn't be a problem now, right?



I recently came across Psalm 121 and decided that would make for some good memorizing, and I've decided that's my next Scripture to memorize.



And what I'm wondering is...... how many of you brave souls out there want to join me? It's good to do it with someone else because you can encourage one another (or try to get a verse ahead of them! Ooooo..... it's OK to be competitive when memorizing Scripture, isn't it? haha).



So, what say you, gang? Wanna give it a whirl? We can break it down like Angie did....
Day One - Verse 1
Day Two - Verse 2
Day Three - Review Verses 1 & 2
Day Four - Verse 3
Day Five - Verse 4
Day Six - Review Verses 1 -4
Day Seven - Verse 5.............
and so on.
Every three days is a review.



I'm gonna start soon, so anyone who wants to learn along with me, let me know. I have heard so many sermons lately about getting into the Bible, reading God's Word, memorizing Scripture, quoting Scripture through the hard times, etc. that I realized I HAVE to do this. I have quoted portions of Psalm 139 as situations arise and am thankful that I can refer back to it, even though it's not 100% memorized yet. I have always appreciated people who could pull Scripture from the filing cabinets in their brains.... even giving the reference as well! That's amazing. I want to be able to do that.



Don't use the excuse that you're not good at memorizing. I used to say that too. Of course the Lord wants His Word in our hearts, so through the Holy Spirit we will be able to do it. The older I am getting, the more I am realizing this is so important. Wish someone had kicked my butt into doing this a long time ago, just like when I was a kid.



Thank you, Mrs. Wilson, for kicking my butt when I was little. Why have you stopped? hahahaha



So, Psalm 121. Below are both the New International Version and the King James Version; however, if you choose to join me, you can use any version you like. I haven't decided yet which one I'll memorize, I like both NIV and KJV.



Psalm 121 (New International Version)
A song of ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the hills — where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip — he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you — the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm — he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.



Psalm 121 (King James Version)
1I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
2My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.
3He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand.
6The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
7The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
8The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.

And maybe you are currently memorizing something else. If so, let me know.... maybe I'll memorize your choices along with you!

We don't know what tomorrow holds, and someday we might have our Bibles taken from us....... then what will we do?



Thy Word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee.(Psalm 119:11 KJV)



Have you hid it in your heart? Well then, let's get crackin', shall we?

Why Is It That......?

Why is it that......

......my circumstances are not any different today than they were yesterday, yet today those circumstances just seem overwhelming for me? My stomach wasn't in knots yesterday, but today it is. Life is the same today as it was yesterday, so why am I bothered by "things" today and not yesterday? How come?



Why is it that......

......some days I can just simply pick things up after my husband has left them lying around and I don't chaw about it, yet other days I find these same things lying anywhere-and-everywhere they don't belong, like clothing (specifically underwear and socks!), newspapers and flyers, calculators, popcorn bags, bottle caps...... [sigh], and I end up "chewin' nails and spittin' rust"? How come?



Why is it that......

......one day my kids can make a comment to me that someone else might consider a little "smart-mouthed", however I know they're just teasing me and having fun ('cause I'm a good one to dish it out!), yet another day they do the same thing and I might tear a strip off them for "back-talkin' their Momma!"? And now they're frustrated and confused because they don't know what they've done wrong? How come?



Why is it that......

......I can be sooooo appreciative of the life I have, most specifically the health of my family, yet another day I complain and chew that "life's not better"? How come?




Why is it that......

......some moments I can feel so close to God and know He is with me and has my life all planned out already and all I have to do is listen to Him and let Him lead, yet in the next moment I am fearful of the future, worried about my kids, perturbed with my husband, frustrated that I'm not a better wife, feel guilty that I haven't even picked up my Bible that day? How come?






Well, I was contemplating all this earlier today, and the first thought I had was that God supplies His grace to me.

So my next thought was, "Well, does one day have more grace than another? Why can I handle things and get through one day, yet struggle the next?"


I figured that the Lord wouldn't be sitting there thinking, "Well, I'm not giving Michelle as much grace today as I did yesterday because she used up her quota." I'm smart enough to know that God doesn't operate like that! But a song did immediately pop into my head, and the lyrics of the song (which I amazingly have had memorized since I was a y'ung thang) helped me to understand His "dishing out" of grace.

Here's the words to the song He Giveth More Grace (and I'm typing from memory, just so you know! I'm not gonna cheat and Google the words!)

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater
He sendeth more strength when the labours increase
To added affliction He addeth His mercy
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance
When our strength has failed 'ere the day is half done
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
The Father's full giving is only begun.

CHORUS
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure
His power has no boundary known unto men
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.




So, there is no measure to His grace, it is unlimited. There's no measure to it; however, we get more grace when we need more grace.

Grace is God's unmerited favour to me. I don't deserve His favour. I did nothing to receive it, and most definitely don't deserve it. Yet He loves me, despite how I feel and despite how I'm acting towards anyone. The first line of the song says, "He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater." Some days we need more grace, but Hallelujah, it has no limit! There's no measure to it!

He loves me despite my fault-finding with my husband's inability to find the dirty laundry basket; He loves me despite my nit-picking at my kids; He loves me despite my worrying about too much month and not enough money.

HOWEVER, that being said typed, He doesn't want me to stay in my attitude of fault-finding and nit-picking and worrying and every other bad habit I have accummulated over my 42 years. He gives me grace despite those things; but I have to be aware of them and consciously make a choice to change (for a healthier me and a happier family! haha)




Why is it that......

......just typing out this post has made me feel better already? How come?


Because I have a great family and great friends and most definitely a great God.




Why is it that......

......God chose me? Why'd He pick me up from the miry clay and set my feet upon the rock? How come?


Because He loves me. And He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.
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