Hey Y'all,
In my basement I keep several flat and tented glue traps. In these I catch spiders, camel crickets (which are really dinosaurs) and all kinds of bugs. I hate bugs. I am not really afraid, I just really, really do not like bugs. This summer I have caught.....10 lizards. Yuck!!! I don't like them either because they are lightening fast and just plain ooky looking. Yesterday I went downstairs to get something and right beside the garage door there are about four of these glue traps. Stuck to one was a ..............snake! Gross!!!!!! After screaming through my heart-a-stroke and running at break neck speed back upstairs and slamming the door and turning the lock, I remembered seeing this little creep in the backyard about 2 weeks ago. He is about a 15 inch (or foot) long king snake. He tried to attack me when I was putting my aged beagle up for the night. He struck at my foot twice and flicked his evil, forked tongue at me. To get him back I threw a stick at him and ran to my house yelling, "Git!" This is redneck for, "Get thee off of thy property, oh foul one." After I calmed down in my kitchen I started grinning my own kind of evil grin. Ha-ha, he is dead now! I thought. Going ever so slowly back down stairs I crept up on him and was just about to reach down a pick up the glue trap to throw it away when the little devil started writhing. Squealing once again and running outside this time I conned my future son-in-law, Blake into picking it up and throwing it into a garbage bag. He is my new hero. It is ironic that in the Pastor's message yesterday he talked about the millennium kingdom and how the child will sit at the cobra's den and play. Well, right now I am living in another time and I ain't playin'. Ha-ha, the wicked ole' snake is dead!
Bless Y'all
Cindy
My goal with this blog is to keep a journal type account of my walk with Christ, my children and my grandchildren. To share what wisdom I have been given and have learned. To share the occasional recipe, photograph, funny story and possibly a teary one. God's mercies are new every morning. We each get a fresh, clean slate each day. So grab a cup of coffee and enjoy!
My Babies
Monday, July 27, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Answered Prayer
Hey Y'all,
Well Praise the LORD! Erica's little dog came crawling up the driveway at her new home this evening about 9:30. She is elated. God surely came through for this weepy child of mine. You know it is the little answers to prayer that sometimes builds up our faith. When God delays or denies big prayer request we so often just give up. Or at least I do. And then God comes through quickly with answers like this. A returned puppy. It means the world to my daughter but I know in the big scheme of things around the world there is a whole lot more than a missing dog. It does my faith good that God does see our tiniest request. Instead of lifting her faith, I think it has lifted mine. Which for me is a new mercy that I really needed. Thank you, God and bless all y'all that prayed for my girl and her little Penny.
Bless Y'all
Cindy
Well Praise the LORD! Erica's little dog came crawling up the driveway at her new home this evening about 9:30. She is elated. God surely came through for this weepy child of mine. You know it is the little answers to prayer that sometimes builds up our faith. When God delays or denies big prayer request we so often just give up. Or at least I do. And then God comes through quickly with answers like this. A returned puppy. It means the world to my daughter but I know in the big scheme of things around the world there is a whole lot more than a missing dog. It does my faith good that God does see our tiniest request. Instead of lifting her faith, I think it has lifted mine. Which for me is a new mercy that I really needed. Thank you, God and bless all y'all that prayed for my girl and her little Penny.
Bless Y'all
Cindy
A Faith Lift
Hey Y'all
Short post here. My Erica adopted a new puppy. A four month old hound mix named Penny. Cutest thing. She has been spayed, shots given, micro chipped...the works. She did not have her even 24 hours when some of my husbands employees opened the gate to the backyard to Erica's new house to do some shrub work and off she ran. It was an accident but a preventable one. They were plainly told not to let the dogs out and they opened the gate wide and off she went. We put up posters, walked for hours, the whole neighborhood helped out. Wonderful neighbors, by the way. Erica came home very late and her little face was just tear stained and still is this morning. Please pray that Penny will be found. This would do so much for this child's faith. I prayed with her last night before we started looking and she just cried. Such a heartbreaking cry too. I know God heard it from her driveway.
Bless Y'all
Cindy
Short post here. My Erica adopted a new puppy. A four month old hound mix named Penny. Cutest thing. She has been spayed, shots given, micro chipped...the works. She did not have her even 24 hours when some of my husbands employees opened the gate to the backyard to Erica's new house to do some shrub work and off she ran. It was an accident but a preventable one. They were plainly told not to let the dogs out and they opened the gate wide and off she went. We put up posters, walked for hours, the whole neighborhood helped out. Wonderful neighbors, by the way. Erica came home very late and her little face was just tear stained and still is this morning. Please pray that Penny will be found. This would do so much for this child's faith. I prayed with her last night before we started looking and she just cried. Such a heartbreaking cry too. I know God heard it from her driveway.
Bless Y'all
Cindy
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Keepin' it real...
Hey Y'all,
Nothing much going on around here this week. My mom is still so sad about Taffy dying. Erica is still the single most organized person in the free world when it comes to her wedding. The child leaves me a sticky note daily with some new task that needs to be done. On their toasting glasses (that are still in the box) she put a sticky note that says, "These need to be washed." Well....duh! Megan still lives in the pig pen she calls her room. I do not know how she stands it. She has been working a lot this summer. She fortunately got a second lifeguarding job at a ritzy country club pool. She is even the assistant manager! When she told one of the other guards there that she attended NC State and was an agricultural science major they were stunned that she would be a farmer. First off, she explained, that is not just farming and she has no desire to be a farmer. But all in all she is having a good summer and is making some really good new friends. My husband, David, is having a good summer season too. In the lawn/landscape business heat is hard. This has been a pretty cool summer. Not so many miserable days for him and his guys. For me this summer has been a combo of long and short. Long in the sense that each day is monotonous and short in the sense that my life is changing drastically in the next few months. One married, one a junior in college. Grown-ups. My kids are grown-ups. Many embrace this time or look forward to it, when dealing with an irate 3 year old or a broody, moody teen. But I hate it. Just keeping it real, people. Keepin' it real. I really hate it. I love doing for my family. Right in my own home. I like taking care of them. My daughters laugh at me because I do things for my husband and for them that don't make a lot of sense to them. Like, place new tubes of toothpaste on the counter when the current one is running out in all the bathrooms. Putting their dad's medicine in a daily pill dispenser because his hands are too big for the regular bottle and he spills them on the floor. Setting the table for their dad or them when I am not going to be home for dinner and leaving a full meal in the oven for them to eat. When they say, "We can fix a sandwich, Or let Daddy fix his own." The list goes on and on. I do this because I want to and because as a wife/mom it is my job. Some of you "younger" wives may not get this or like it but here goes....Suck it up and pick up his shoes. Suck it up and re-hang those towels that kids fling over the shower. Just suck it up and do it! God loves a servant heart. Not a resentful, bitter and I'll do it but I don't want to heart. It took me a long time to get that. Wasted time really. Why not do the things for your family that need to be done with a glad heart. No "thank you's" to be heard. I believe that pleases Jesus and it pleases my family. Sure, it is unnoticed and taken for granted but I take things others do for me for granted and I don't notice near enough things others do. I believe that Jesus kept it real every day He walked this earth an I pray that I become more like Him each day.
Bless Y'all,
Cindy
Nothing much going on around here this week. My mom is still so sad about Taffy dying. Erica is still the single most organized person in the free world when it comes to her wedding. The child leaves me a sticky note daily with some new task that needs to be done. On their toasting glasses (that are still in the box) she put a sticky note that says, "These need to be washed." Well....duh! Megan still lives in the pig pen she calls her room. I do not know how she stands it. She has been working a lot this summer. She fortunately got a second lifeguarding job at a ritzy country club pool. She is even the assistant manager! When she told one of the other guards there that she attended NC State and was an agricultural science major they were stunned that she would be a farmer. First off, she explained, that is not just farming and she has no desire to be a farmer. But all in all she is having a good summer and is making some really good new friends. My husband, David, is having a good summer season too. In the lawn/landscape business heat is hard. This has been a pretty cool summer. Not so many miserable days for him and his guys. For me this summer has been a combo of long and short. Long in the sense that each day is monotonous and short in the sense that my life is changing drastically in the next few months. One married, one a junior in college. Grown-ups. My kids are grown-ups. Many embrace this time or look forward to it, when dealing with an irate 3 year old or a broody, moody teen. But I hate it. Just keeping it real, people. Keepin' it real. I really hate it. I love doing for my family. Right in my own home. I like taking care of them. My daughters laugh at me because I do things for my husband and for them that don't make a lot of sense to them. Like, place new tubes of toothpaste on the counter when the current one is running out in all the bathrooms. Putting their dad's medicine in a daily pill dispenser because his hands are too big for the regular bottle and he spills them on the floor. Setting the table for their dad or them when I am not going to be home for dinner and leaving a full meal in the oven for them to eat. When they say, "We can fix a sandwich, Or let Daddy fix his own." The list goes on and on. I do this because I want to and because as a wife/mom it is my job. Some of you "younger" wives may not get this or like it but here goes....Suck it up and pick up his shoes. Suck it up and re-hang those towels that kids fling over the shower. Just suck it up and do it! God loves a servant heart. Not a resentful, bitter and I'll do it but I don't want to heart. It took me a long time to get that. Wasted time really. Why not do the things for your family that need to be done with a glad heart. No "thank you's" to be heard. I believe that pleases Jesus and it pleases my family. Sure, it is unnoticed and taken for granted but I take things others do for me for granted and I don't notice near enough things others do. I believe that Jesus kept it real every day He walked this earth an I pray that I become more like Him each day.
Bless Y'all,
Cindy
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
When your heart just breaks....
Hey Y'all,
My heart is just all broken right now. My mamas' little dog, Taffy, passed away today. She was 17 years old and would have been 18 on October 1st. My mother is just crying her eyes out. Taffy has had a rough year and she has been on the downhill side for a while. Yesterday was a really tough day and my mama took her to the vet and the poor thing died right in his office. She has brought Taffy home and my daddy is building her a coffin as I type. We will bury her in the pet graveyard at the foot of the garden. Many pets have been lain to rest there. I don't' know about any of you sweet readers but I know Taffy is in heaven right now. She is running and playing with all our other dogs, cats, rabbits, hamsters and birds. I cannot imagine how God could allow us to have pets that bring us so much pleasure and emotion and then not take care of them for us when they die. Even my Darla (who I do witness to often) will greet me there if she dies first. I hope in heaven she will be sweeter. I know Taffy is having a wonderful time herding up kittens. That was one of her favorite things to do...herd. She loved to gather up a pile of kittens and just shuffle them around. Taffy was Shih Tzu like my Darla. She never had puppies of her own but would have made a really good mama dog. Once she even gathered up a whole nest of Easter eggs and guarded them for days. We had to kidnap them one at a time because she growled every time we tried to pick one up. I sure will miss that funny little dog.
Bless Y'all,
Cindy
My heart is just all broken right now. My mamas' little dog, Taffy, passed away today. She was 17 years old and would have been 18 on October 1st. My mother is just crying her eyes out. Taffy has had a rough year and she has been on the downhill side for a while. Yesterday was a really tough day and my mama took her to the vet and the poor thing died right in his office. She has brought Taffy home and my daddy is building her a coffin as I type. We will bury her in the pet graveyard at the foot of the garden. Many pets have been lain to rest there. I don't' know about any of you sweet readers but I know Taffy is in heaven right now. She is running and playing with all our other dogs, cats, rabbits, hamsters and birds. I cannot imagine how God could allow us to have pets that bring us so much pleasure and emotion and then not take care of them for us when they die. Even my Darla (who I do witness to often) will greet me there if she dies first. I hope in heaven she will be sweeter. I know Taffy is having a wonderful time herding up kittens. That was one of her favorite things to do...herd. She loved to gather up a pile of kittens and just shuffle them around. Taffy was Shih Tzu like my Darla. She never had puppies of her own but would have made a really good mama dog. Once she even gathered up a whole nest of Easter eggs and guarded them for days. We had to kidnap them one at a time because she growled every time we tried to pick one up. I sure will miss that funny little dog.
Bless Y'all,
Cindy
Sunday, July 12, 2009
What my Pastor says...
Hey Y'all,
I love my Pastor. I really do. He is the most A.D.D. person you will ever meet. He struggles in many areas but hey, he knows it and will tell you that he blows it often! This mornings sermon was on the state of this nation in comparison to the state of Judah in the first chapter of Isaiah. He spoke of many tough issues going on in this great land of ours. I felt greatly convicted to pray more for my leaders and its people to turn our wicked ways and follow God. He directed our thoughts towards more personal areas. What do we watch, listen to and what we think. Do I have ugly thoughts? Yes. Have I gossiped this week? Yes. Have I failed God? Yes...double yes. Man, I really felt the old toes aching today. I prayed at the end of the sermon with the music playing to turn my eyes on Jesus and to look full into His wonderful face. I left with a deep sense of renewal and revival. And then I got in my car and drove towards my house. Then I blew it. Bigtime. You see, the road we live on is a huge thoroughfare for bikers. They were having some kind of race this weekend. I am severely allergic to bikers. Severely I tell you. When a motorcycle officer motioned for me to pull my big ole SUV off the road to let a gaggle of bikers go by all I could think about was slinging my car door open and knocking them all down. How ugly is that??? I do not know why bikers upset me so much but they drive me nuts. I once stopped on a Sunday morning and asked a few of them if they were on their way to church? They just looked at me like I was the idiot. I am going to have to pray about this much harder. Or find another way home. My husband asked me if I got stopped by the police to let them turn in a big group like he did. He feels the same way I do about them and I knew by the look on his face he was frustrated to put it kindly. I think next time I might just ask them if they would like a ride in my car to church and they can throw their bikes up on my luggage rack. Or maybe I will just find that other way to church and back home!
Bless Y'all,
Cindy
I love my Pastor. I really do. He is the most A.D.D. person you will ever meet. He struggles in many areas but hey, he knows it and will tell you that he blows it often! This mornings sermon was on the state of this nation in comparison to the state of Judah in the first chapter of Isaiah. He spoke of many tough issues going on in this great land of ours. I felt greatly convicted to pray more for my leaders and its people to turn our wicked ways and follow God. He directed our thoughts towards more personal areas. What do we watch, listen to and what we think. Do I have ugly thoughts? Yes. Have I gossiped this week? Yes. Have I failed God? Yes...double yes. Man, I really felt the old toes aching today. I prayed at the end of the sermon with the music playing to turn my eyes on Jesus and to look full into His wonderful face. I left with a deep sense of renewal and revival. And then I got in my car and drove towards my house. Then I blew it. Bigtime. You see, the road we live on is a huge thoroughfare for bikers. They were having some kind of race this weekend. I am severely allergic to bikers. Severely I tell you. When a motorcycle officer motioned for me to pull my big ole SUV off the road to let a gaggle of bikers go by all I could think about was slinging my car door open and knocking them all down. How ugly is that??? I do not know why bikers upset me so much but they drive me nuts. I once stopped on a Sunday morning and asked a few of them if they were on their way to church? They just looked at me like I was the idiot. I am going to have to pray about this much harder. Or find another way home. My husband asked me if I got stopped by the police to let them turn in a big group like he did. He feels the same way I do about them and I knew by the look on his face he was frustrated to put it kindly. I think next time I might just ask them if they would like a ride in my car to church and they can throw their bikes up on my luggage rack. Or maybe I will just find that other way to church and back home!
Bless Y'all,
Cindy
Friday, July 10, 2009
I need to lay down....
Hey Y'all,
You will never believe this. I have become....... a crafter. I had dinner last night with 3 precious friends (we missed you, Kim) and we were discussing my daughters upcoming wedding. I told them how I had made the door hangings for the church and have been working on the centerpieces for the reception. Angie, Kelley and Sandra all exchanged a knowing look and then Sandra told me the horrible truth. I have been crafting and didn't even know it. I have checked my entire body and cannot find even one hive. I think I must have outgrown my allergy to this crafty thing. I really don't know if I can handle this. It might become an addiction. I caught myself in a (gulp) fabric store today and I honestly almost bought a bedazzler. Good grief! I suppose I could end up in a worse obsession. I could spend idle hours watching soap operas or reading gossipy rag magazines. I never bought national enquirer but I did watch soap operas for many years. Thank you sweet Jesus I was delivered from that pit. I have to say making the floral door hangings was kinda fun. And the centerpieces look really nice. I did this to save money on certain areas so I could spend more in other areas. I must say it is going pretty good. Who woulda thunk..me...crafty??
That my dear friends is a new mercy....I am going to go lay down now.
Bless Y'all,
Cindy
You will never believe this. I have become....... a crafter. I had dinner last night with 3 precious friends (we missed you, Kim) and we were discussing my daughters upcoming wedding. I told them how I had made the door hangings for the church and have been working on the centerpieces for the reception. Angie, Kelley and Sandra all exchanged a knowing look and then Sandra told me the horrible truth. I have been crafting and didn't even know it. I have checked my entire body and cannot find even one hive. I think I must have outgrown my allergy to this crafty thing. I really don't know if I can handle this. It might become an addiction. I caught myself in a (gulp) fabric store today and I honestly almost bought a bedazzler. Good grief! I suppose I could end up in a worse obsession. I could spend idle hours watching soap operas or reading gossipy rag magazines. I never bought national enquirer but I did watch soap operas for many years. Thank you sweet Jesus I was delivered from that pit. I have to say making the floral door hangings was kinda fun. And the centerpieces look really nice. I did this to save money on certain areas so I could spend more in other areas. I must say it is going pretty good. Who woulda thunk..me...crafty??
That my dear friends is a new mercy....I am going to go lay down now.
Bless Y'all,
Cindy
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Corndog and the Gym
Hey Y'all,
Most of you know that I live next door to my parents. My daddy is an avid gardner with a large vegatable garden. We love the green beans, tomatoes, potatoes, squash, corn and all the other stuff he grows. So good! My mom and dad have a great big golden bear of a golden retriever named Maggie. She is HUGE! Last time she was weighed she checked in at 103lbs. Heavy girl! My daddy is so mad at her he is smokin'. See, Maggie dearly loves corn. We give her the puny ears and corn that we cook but don't eat. This attributes to her weight but hey you only live once...right? This year she has finally wised up. We caught her the other day in the middle of the corn rows smelling ears and voila! She pulled down the whole stalk and ripped her one right off. Grinning like a mad dog she plopped down in the yard and chomped herself full. Needless to say there will be no corn for us this winter and maybe not the rest of the summer either. Dumb ole corndog!
Now the gym. I went last night with Erica and needless to say I just need to go in the early morning with the other old ladies. Women kill, kill, KILL me! If they are not half naked with clothes they have obviously borrowed from the trampy section of "Forever21", they are openly flirting with men they really do not even know. Makes me mad as fire. Then when I cool down it just makes me ...... well sad. A deep sadness for their lonely souls. If they only knew the one who could and would make them feel like the princess they so desire to be. Only Jesus. He is the true Kinsmen Redeemer. So pray for all these lost women who are searching for something that is so not real in this world of fakeness. And for me too, so that I keep their lostness in the front of my mind and don't snatch one them bald-headed for acting like such a ...corndog!
Bless Y'all,
Cindy
Most of you know that I live next door to my parents. My daddy is an avid gardner with a large vegatable garden. We love the green beans, tomatoes, potatoes, squash, corn and all the other stuff he grows. So good! My mom and dad have a great big golden bear of a golden retriever named Maggie. She is HUGE! Last time she was weighed she checked in at 103lbs. Heavy girl! My daddy is so mad at her he is smokin'. See, Maggie dearly loves corn. We give her the puny ears and corn that we cook but don't eat. This attributes to her weight but hey you only live once...right? This year she has finally wised up. We caught her the other day in the middle of the corn rows smelling ears and voila! She pulled down the whole stalk and ripped her one right off. Grinning like a mad dog she plopped down in the yard and chomped herself full. Needless to say there will be no corn for us this winter and maybe not the rest of the summer either. Dumb ole corndog!
Now the gym. I went last night with Erica and needless to say I just need to go in the early morning with the other old ladies. Women kill, kill, KILL me! If they are not half naked with clothes they have obviously borrowed from the trampy section of "Forever21", they are openly flirting with men they really do not even know. Makes me mad as fire. Then when I cool down it just makes me ...... well sad. A deep sadness for their lonely souls. If they only knew the one who could and would make them feel like the princess they so desire to be. Only Jesus. He is the true Kinsmen Redeemer. So pray for all these lost women who are searching for something that is so not real in this world of fakeness. And for me too, so that I keep their lostness in the front of my mind and don't snatch one them bald-headed for acting like such a ...corndog!
Bless Y'all,
Cindy
Monday, July 6, 2009
There Are Still Nice People!
Hey Y'all,
Hope everyone had a great July 4th! We did, but not how you could imagine. We took our pontoon boat to Lake Norman. It is a really pretty lake in Mooresville, NC. Lots of nice houses you get to dream about, pretty yards with "endless" pools, several restaurants at different landings. Just a nice place. We always put our boat in at "Queen's Landing." They have fantastic fireworks that they set off at a little island that is right up in the first cove. They are just so beautiful on the water. Lots of ooohhhsss and aaahhhsss. We all got in the boat. We had our tubes ready. Skis on board. Lots of food and plenty of water to drink. We were cruising along at a pretty good clip when my husband said, "Why don't we go down this way? We have never been on this side before." Now, first you must understand. I am also allergic to directions. Land directions confuse me because I am so not sure of north, south east and west. This cracks my family up. If a mall is within the area my malldar kicks in and I can find my way to the mall and have the whole think mapped out in my head. Funny. But on the water? Let's just say, Gilligan has nothing on me. As soon as the landing is out of my sight I am lost. So lost that I could not even tell you which way to go. I always pray silently when we take off. "Lord, please keep David safe and conscious so we can get back, Amen." David truly is amazed at this lack of talent I possess. He asks me a thousand times, "Do you know where you are?" I always say the same thing. Not a clue. Back to the story. We were cruising along when all of a sudden the boat just died. Dead died. David checked the fuel. Check. The horn worked. The radio worked. But no power to the motor was flowing. He checked the fuses under the console. All good. Now David is not the most patient of men. So I knew a major fit was acomin'. So I prayed in my head. "Lord we need some help.....NOW" When low and behold a miracle. A massive house boat pulled up and said, "Do y'all need some help?" Yes, Yes! I yelled. To make a long story short or kinda short. the nicest family on the "Mack Daddy" house boat towed us into the landing. It took almost 2 hours and probably all their gas. David offered to pay them but in their sweet kindness they refused. Just told us to help someone else out sometime. I thanked them over and over and I think the man on the boat sensed my husbands struggle with this. He gave me a smile that said, "you explain this to him." At least that is what I read into the smile. So I explained to David that sometimes God sends people our way for us to help them. Not for profit but as a test to see how we are growing. God also allows things to come our way and sends the help to test us to see how our pride meter is going. Now I completely made this logic up but in my heart I believe this to be true. If nothing happens to us without God knowing about then how we handle stuff is monitered by His Holy Vision too. Many times I have blown perfectly good opportunities to serve Jesus by doing a good deed. But sometimes it clicks and I do the thing! There still are nice people in this world. I pray that I keep trying to be one.
Bless Y'all
Cindy
Hope everyone had a great July 4th! We did, but not how you could imagine. We took our pontoon boat to Lake Norman. It is a really pretty lake in Mooresville, NC. Lots of nice houses you get to dream about, pretty yards with "endless" pools, several restaurants at different landings. Just a nice place. We always put our boat in at "Queen's Landing." They have fantastic fireworks that they set off at a little island that is right up in the first cove. They are just so beautiful on the water. Lots of ooohhhsss and aaahhhsss. We all got in the boat. We had our tubes ready. Skis on board. Lots of food and plenty of water to drink. We were cruising along at a pretty good clip when my husband said, "Why don't we go down this way? We have never been on this side before." Now, first you must understand. I am also allergic to directions. Land directions confuse me because I am so not sure of north, south east and west. This cracks my family up. If a mall is within the area my malldar kicks in and I can find my way to the mall and have the whole think mapped out in my head. Funny. But on the water? Let's just say, Gilligan has nothing on me. As soon as the landing is out of my sight I am lost. So lost that I could not even tell you which way to go. I always pray silently when we take off. "Lord, please keep David safe and conscious so we can get back, Amen." David truly is amazed at this lack of talent I possess. He asks me a thousand times, "Do you know where you are?" I always say the same thing. Not a clue. Back to the story. We were cruising along when all of a sudden the boat just died. Dead died. David checked the fuel. Check. The horn worked. The radio worked. But no power to the motor was flowing. He checked the fuses under the console. All good. Now David is not the most patient of men. So I knew a major fit was acomin'. So I prayed in my head. "Lord we need some help.....NOW" When low and behold a miracle. A massive house boat pulled up and said, "Do y'all need some help?" Yes, Yes! I yelled. To make a long story short or kinda short. the nicest family on the "Mack Daddy" house boat towed us into the landing. It took almost 2 hours and probably all their gas. David offered to pay them but in their sweet kindness they refused. Just told us to help someone else out sometime. I thanked them over and over and I think the man on the boat sensed my husbands struggle with this. He gave me a smile that said, "you explain this to him." At least that is what I read into the smile. So I explained to David that sometimes God sends people our way for us to help them. Not for profit but as a test to see how we are growing. God also allows things to come our way and sends the help to test us to see how our pride meter is going. Now I completely made this logic up but in my heart I believe this to be true. If nothing happens to us without God knowing about then how we handle stuff is monitered by His Holy Vision too. Many times I have blown perfectly good opportunities to serve Jesus by doing a good deed. But sometimes it clicks and I do the thing! There still are nice people in this world. I pray that I keep trying to be one.
Bless Y'all
Cindy
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wedding updates
Hey Y'all,
I have been so busy lately with all the plans for my daughters' upcoming wedding. If you have never prepared for a wedding there are a mountain of things to prepare. We have most everything ordered or stacked up in my dining room. I cannot wait for that pile to be removed. On the other side of the room is all the "stuff" my other child brought home for the summer that we will move back in a few weeks into her new apartment. Needless to say we cannot eat in there at all. But the big news this week is that Blake and Erica are officially homeowners. They closed on their house this week and Blake is in the process of moving into their cute little house. My friend Kelley and I were talking about how when we got married we had nothing. I am so pleased that this little couple is starting out so much nicer. It is the cutest house and is perfect for a newly married family. We are going to paint a couple of rooms before furniture comes and then Blake will be all settled. They have bought living room furniture and a new bedroom set for their room. Very nice. They have both been very wise with their money and have saved and planned accordingly. They eat out only once a month and either eat here with us or cook themselves. They act like an "old" married couple already! Before I know it this wedding will be here and Erica will be moving into her new house, Megan will be back at school and I will have time on my hands like never before. I may have to take up a hobby?! You can bet your life it won't be a craft of any kind!!
Bless Y'all,
Cindy
I have been so busy lately with all the plans for my daughters' upcoming wedding. If you have never prepared for a wedding there are a mountain of things to prepare. We have most everything ordered or stacked up in my dining room. I cannot wait for that pile to be removed. On the other side of the room is all the "stuff" my other child brought home for the summer that we will move back in a few weeks into her new apartment. Needless to say we cannot eat in there at all. But the big news this week is that Blake and Erica are officially homeowners. They closed on their house this week and Blake is in the process of moving into their cute little house. My friend Kelley and I were talking about how when we got married we had nothing. I am so pleased that this little couple is starting out so much nicer. It is the cutest house and is perfect for a newly married family. We are going to paint a couple of rooms before furniture comes and then Blake will be all settled. They have bought living room furniture and a new bedroom set for their room. Very nice. They have both been very wise with their money and have saved and planned accordingly. They eat out only once a month and either eat here with us or cook themselves. They act like an "old" married couple already! Before I know it this wedding will be here and Erica will be moving into her new house, Megan will be back at school and I will have time on my hands like never before. I may have to take up a hobby?! You can bet your life it won't be a craft of any kind!!
Bless Y'all,
Cindy
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