Yesterday, we had a softball game that I was worried about how it would go. I prayed and prayed about it and planned to just spend all my time watching Mr T ride his bike while his big sister played ball. And that is mostly what I did. My hubby did watch Mr T for a few minutes and during that time, my little girl hit a triple. The smile on her face could have been seen from outer space, I'm sure. While she was batting, I was praying God would let her get a hit and he did. And behind my sunglasses, there were tears of joy. Not so much because my daughter got a hit, but because I have a God who loves me so much. And even though I tend to live like I don't care about him, He still loves me, provides for me, and gives me special blessings like a triple for my daughter at a softball game just because he can. I am in awe of that fact that God gave his son to die on cross for e who messes up so often and lives so selfishly. God is too good.
While I was walking behind Mr T, I had my $10 mp3 player and was listening to Mandissa's CD. I was honestly walking around the park with my hands raised in the air. It took all I had to keep from dancing right there (now that woulda been a sight.) What a great praise CD. Get it if you don't have it.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
A fish outta water
I am once again finding myself in a situation where I am totally out of my comfort zone. And let me just say that it is painful. You'd think it would get easier each time I am forced into a place where I am a fish out of water, but it hasn't. I am really trying to learn from this experience so that maybe I won't have to learn this lesson again.
And I am learning. In high school, I would just hide and dream about never coming out when I found myself in a place that I felt completely alone. In college, I learned that the way to solve a problem was to get 4 or 5 of your best girl friends, get a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and eat the whole container. No bowls, just a bunch of spoons flying. In my first job, I learned that stress really will cause migraines every day if you let it and sometimes it's ok to quit when you are miserable.
Just a few minutes ago, I was hiding in the kitchen eating every bite of the tube of cookie dough. I think I've decided that food worked best in college, and I'll try again. Or maybe it was the friends that made life easier. Either way, this situation will all be over in a couple of months and maybe I'll have a new coping skill that doesn't involve food.
And I am learning. In high school, I would just hide and dream about never coming out when I found myself in a place that I felt completely alone. In college, I learned that the way to solve a problem was to get 4 or 5 of your best girl friends, get a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and eat the whole container. No bowls, just a bunch of spoons flying. In my first job, I learned that stress really will cause migraines every day if you let it and sometimes it's ok to quit when you are miserable.
Just a few minutes ago, I was hiding in the kitchen eating every bite of the tube of cookie dough. I think I've decided that food worked best in college, and I'll try again. Or maybe it was the friends that made life easier. Either way, this situation will all be over in a couple of months and maybe I'll have a new coping skill that doesn't involve food.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The glasses
I've been promising a picture of the glasses. So sorry it's taken a couple months to get it. Here we are at the circus. Enjoy!
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Another Snowy Saturday
It's been almost over a week since I've posted anything, but it's been a crazy week. We've had softball practice, soccer practice, a field trip, a "Green Eggs and Ham" party at preschool, a presentation on North Carolina by my daughter, and then the normal piano and gymnastics lessons and church and MOPS. I am worn out. At MOPS, I taught the 3 and 4 year old class and shared the Easter story using the "Resurrection Eggs." Each egg has a different object in it that helps tell the Easter story. For example, there's a whip, a cloth for Jesus' robe, a crown a thorns, an empty tomb. One of the kids speaks up and wants to know where the spit is that they spit on Jesus. I had to swallow my laugh.
My hubby was gone today so my parents came up to spend the day, which was such a treat. We just stayed at home because it was cold; it was such a treat just to hang out with my parents. My mom saw some crows in our back yard and told us about when she had a pet crow named "CawCaw." She said when she was a child, a bird nest was destroyed so they adopted the baby crow. It would ride on her dad's shoulder or hat as he rode around on the tractor and it would come to them when they pulled out anything shiny, like a coin or piece of metal. I can't picture my grandpa riding on a tractor with a crow on his head. I do remember once when we went to visit and my grandpa had a hummingbird land in his hand. I remember thinking the bird was amazingly beautiful, and my grandpa was amazing for getting to land in his hand. Now I know he had previous bird experience with the crow.
My hubby was gone today so my parents came up to spend the day, which was such a treat. We just stayed at home because it was cold; it was such a treat just to hang out with my parents. My mom saw some crows in our back yard and told us about when she had a pet crow named "CawCaw." She said when she was a child, a bird nest was destroyed so they adopted the baby crow. It would ride on her dad's shoulder or hat as he rode around on the tractor and it would come to them when they pulled out anything shiny, like a coin or piece of metal. I can't picture my grandpa riding on a tractor with a crow on his head. I do remember once when we went to visit and my grandpa had a hummingbird land in his hand. I remember thinking the bird was amazingly beautiful, and my grandpa was amazing for getting to land in his hand. Now I know he had previous bird experience with the crow.
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