Sunday, August 31, 2008
Emmy quickly answers, "NO! We can't. Someone pooped at church."
Thanks for the warning, Emmers. DO NOT GO IN THERE!
BTW, we had church this morning. Very small crowd, though. Apparantly the rumor about the poop got out.
Friday, August 29, 2008
This woman has the most infectious laugh I have ever heard in my life. She is a former member of the church where my husband pastors. She and her family just moved away from the church in a cow pasture (that's what we call it; and, I know, the blog is really outdated!) to live in a cow pasture. How's that for cruel irony? She can now tell you everything you never wanted to know about tractors, hay and cutting cows. Ask her about Sweetums (did I get that right?).
This is one of the most hilarious posts I have ever read from Shell. She is always funny, but this one hit close to home since we had a similar experience that I'll blog about next week. Enjoy the read and love her in comments......she will love you back, I promise.......
New Car Smell :) (My Title, since Michelle rarely titles)
Yesterday, I forgot the cardinal rule of being a mother of three.......Never trust them....don't turn your back on them.Okay, I used to drive a really nice vehicle. A beautiful Chevrolet S-10 pickup. The most beautiful shade of blue you could hope for. I kept that baby squeaky clean. No trash in the floor, no dust on the dashboard. Man, it was smokin'.Fast forward fourteen years and three kids later. It is just something that I have had to let go. A messy, nasty ride. The grocery getter. If I had a rocking chair tied to the top, I could win the best Redneck ride ever. So, yesterday, I lost it. I opened the back door of my mini=van and trash spilled out onto the ground.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't stand it one more minute. I grabbed my 12 (excuse me, almost 13 year old) son and headed down to the friendly neighborhood car wash and vacuum place. Then spent a good twenty minutes sweating and fussing about all the twelve pounds of dried up french fries I found between the back seat the and wall of the car. YUCK...... I could have filled a recycle box with all the trash that came out of that back area. Stink? Oh, don't even get me started. I found a half eaten box of chicken nuggets in the bottom of the overflowing trash can. Apparently, they had gotten wet at some point and we were definitely trying to win a science award for growing cultures in the garbage.So, I'm all proud of this nice, clean van. I could just cry it looked so good. And then it happened, I think it was the heat that did it..........my son says, "Mom, look here, it's one of them fragrance machines". And because I was gagging over the smell of those rotten chicken nuggets, I said to myself, "Self, I bet the car would smell soooooooooo good. Ooooh, they have a baby powder scented spray. Who doesn't love baby powder???? I'm no communist, I love the smell of a freshly diapered infant and the smell of their heads, is just wonderful. But I digress, I dug four of my hard earned quarters out of my pocket and ching, ching, ching, ching, in they went. And this nozzle from H -E- double hockey sticks starts spraying this fragrance.Now the instructions are 4 quarters for 40 seconds of spray. AND that you should spray under the back of the front seats of the vehicle. I was ready to stop spraying at 3 seconds. But, in these hard economic times, I really couldn't justify wasting 37 seconds of sprayed fragrance, could I?
The smell was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo loud. We had to drive with the windows down. When I got out at home, my head was throbbing...It was a mistake and I was so sorry. BUT, not as sorry as I was today. Yikesarama. That is some strong stuff.
Okay, I am chuckling as I read this because when my 6 year old daughter got in the car today, she wrinkled her pretty little nose and said, "Mom, did you spray bug spray in here or did you just toot?"
Don't trust them.......and never turn your back on them.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Hot Tub Lizzy (My Secret Agent Friend....:) asks:
What's your biggest pet peeve about being a pastor's wife?
I think one of the biggest pet peeves is the unrealistic expectations from people. My kids are unruly just like yours. My husband and I argue, just like everyone else. The Holy Bible doesn't sit as a center piece on our coffee table. We don't even have a coffee table.
We have been very blessed with our church family. They accept us just the way we are. Flaws and all.
Living in a glass fish bowl does get wearing, but it keeps us aware that, at any time, someone should be able to walk into our home and not find anything that would make them question our sincerity as believers in Christ. Jesus sees it all anyway.
Do you prefer hot drinks or cold?
I love me some hot java, but really ice is a must in pretty much everything else. Even milk.
Silver or Gold?
Both. Mostly gold. I may start selling off the stuff I don't wear anymore, though. Do you know how much gold is going for these days? Whooo. My mom took some old gold jewerly to a gold exchange and got $700!!!
Do you like plaid?
Girl, if you were to open up my closet right now, it would be like looking at one of those optical illusions. Plaid is so FETCH!
Yes....yes. I like plaid.
My kin sister by way of a redheaded child, Caroline, was very curious:
* Please explain how it is that mothers taking care of children who are pooping and vomiting their guts out never get sick?
I wasn't so fortunate. I puked my guts out last night. I had this question answered yesterday in a totally different way, but I guess I counted my chunks before they hurled.
* What is your favorite restaurant and your favorite thing to while dining there?
My favorite restaurant would have to be anything Mexican! Chicken Enchiladas with refried beans and rice. Extra sour cream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Q-Doba is definitely in the top 5.
Great Question, Caroline!
* If the Vice President died, who would be left to be President?
That would be, Who is the Speaker of the House, Alex. A bleak outlook in Nancy Pelossi. Yuck!
* If I were to vote for neither of the presidential candidates, would Huckabee win?
Oh, I so wish so, my dear. We can live in that dream together, 'kay?
* What IS the hardest part of living the life in ministry?
Finding workers. It's hard to do everything yourself and that's not the way God designed it to be. I can't just say, "Honey, I don't feel like going to church today. Let's just sleep in." I wish all believers had that same sense of responsibility.
* How many fingers am I holding up?
Thanks for the sign language, Caroline. I love you, too.
* If you drink coffee, do you add the cream and sugar first before pouring the coffee or after pouring?
No doubt, the only right way.
My coffee can't be too dark(too strong) or too light(too weak), it must be just right. The only way to ensure perfect color is to add milk until it looks like a camel's coat.
Sugar gets added before, because that never changes. 3 spoonfuls. Yes, I'm begging to go into some sort of diabetic coma, but it's a survival technique. Come live a day in Paradise and then see if you're still gasping in shock and shagrin. It's the only way I can type 154 words per minute. (I'm totally lying about that last remark, but my justification for how much sugar I use just doesn't really hold much water.)
My dear friend, who doesn't laugh ever (today's opposite day :), Shelley a.k.a. Gigglebox asks:
Why is the sky called blue?
God said so.
Do you see green the same way I do?
I was always told green is the true color of love :) or was that "lust"? Is that the way you see it? Nerd.
Why? To maintain my Proverbs 31 status, I must abstain from answering.....:D
What is up with all the word verifications I have to do just to leave a comment?
It's to keep all those yucky people from trying to leave me yucky comments, like "You wanna join my blog cult? Click here."
Angie, my favorite clown from the Circus asks:
What's your favorite childhood memory?
That would have to be the Girls' trip to Georgia with my mom and my sis when I gave a foot concert on the dashboard singing the Dirty Dancing Soundtrack. (Another post entirely) My toes are very talented.
Ronnica, a woman on a mission (seriously, check this girl out):
What's the biggest blessing you or your family has received from your congregation?
I don't think I could pin it down to one. We have been very blessed by our church family. Pastor Appreciation is a big deal is this church. They make us feel very loved. They also celebrate our Anniversary with the church every year.
My wacky childhood friend, Karen, is killin' me with this question:
How come it was OK for Mrs.Majors to sit at her desk and eat fried chicken and mashed potatos all day long (all the while licking her fingers), but if we were caught chewing gum, we got detention??......
All I can say is.......do you see any resemblance??? Just darken the hair and add mashed potatoes and Voila! Mrs. Majors. "Chill'ren, spit that gum out befo I send yo butt down to Mr. Robinson's office."
My new friend, Kori, was quite curious. Please click her name and go see her beautiful family. She has been such a blessing to me.
Earth Tones (does that count?)
Favorite vacation spot?
Tallahassee( I know that sounds silly, but I love that town. More because of who lives there. My BFF)
Favorite Bible Verse?
Galatians 5:1 "It is for freedom Christ has set up free. Stand firm then, and do not be burdened any longer by a yoke of slavery."
Hershey bar with almonds
pencils or pens?
Black Ink Pens
gum or mints?
Just wanna give a little shout out for Extra Berry Pearadise
ketchup or mustard?
pepsi or coke?
Wild Cherry Pepsi
Anissa, my little bumble bee with the cutest, dimpliest child I've ever seen asks:
Why do the stars twinkle?
To quote Pumba from the Lion King "I always thought they were balls of gas burning millions of miles away." Timon: "Pumba, everything with you is gas."
Lula. How does one describe in words??? My Twin. Peak....read on....:
If you could go back to any moment in history, where would you go?
To the time my grandfathers were alive.
Why? I never knew either of them.
What fictional character would you spend an evening of passion with, if God allowed it?
(You so know my answer to this one!)
A fictional version of my hubby. :) I know. I'm no fun.
Why don't others understand that Twin Peaks was a truly awesome show?
Lula, this is a question that has plagued me for
centuries years (I'm really not a vampire). I can hear the music playing in my head as I type and I'm shivering.
If you could be a guest on any television talk show, whose couch would you sit on?
Okay, I know I will receive some flack for this, but Ellen. I totally love her show. Not so much recently, but just to dance across the coffee table.....
Do pastors live in glass houses? ('Cause small town doctors certainly do!)
Oh yes. Quick story. When Eric and I were single and in ministry we used to eat supper sitting at the couch. Very informal. We would watch TV and we would prop our plates on the arms of the couch. To do this, we had to sit on opposite ends of the couch. We had a big picture window, which the couch was right up against. One night at church, one of the girls from our youth group came up to me and asked me if Eric and I had a fight. I told her no. "Why do you ask?" She informed me that when she drove by our house the day before, she saw us sitting on seperate ends of the couch and she thought we weren't speaking to one another. Glass house? Oh yeah.
Hi Staci Here, i surfed over from the Hot Tubb...
Okay have you read "The Shack"?
No, I haven't. But I'm intrigued.
If not have you heard of it?
Not until now.
If you have heard of it do you plan on reading it?
I would like to find out more about it. I will be researching it. That's for sure.
And if you have heard of it what do you think of the conterversy surrounding the book?
Yikes. I just read some of it and I don't like the sounds of it. I will have to do some more research. I just read a little of one article so it will take me more time. Sounds like a future post, hey?
Adelaine, who must be totally stressed trying to rake her leaves (click to see what I mean) asks:
Who in your family has Celiac Disease?
This is still a mystery. I have done some research on both sides and haven't found anyone else with it. I know they say it's hereditary, but I may never know.....
Was your husband called to the ministry before or after you were married? And what were your feelings about his calling?
I've been on board 100% the entire time. I consider myself his co-laborer in our ministry.
Dee Dee, my BFF's mom and my spiritual guru (jk, but seriously, my mentor!!! I love you, Sara):
I'd like to hear the answer to the question about Ms. Majors. And didn't she threaten to "cut your butt off"?
I think she goes down as the worst teacher in history for that one. And I believe the term she used was "Yo butt!" (I can hear you laughing Sara, and I'm laughing because of it.)
And did she ever teach you anything besides BAD MANNERS?
She taught me how to suck on my teeth after eating corn on the cob. It's very bad manners to have food stuck in your teeth, Sara.
2nd - What did you and Robin used to do that I never knew?
You dropped us off at a high school soccer game and we walked over the Glades Road bridge and went to a Chinese restaurant. We walked back to the game and you picked us up. (Our escapades always involved food. Nothing's changed.)
3rd - I'm with the blogger that wants to know WHY DO I HAVE TO TYPE WORD VERIFICATIONS just to comment on your blog when I have known you since you were in the 3rd grade?
How can I really know it's you.........hmmmmmmmmm?
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Can I just tell you how disturbing this is on so many levels? Notice the purple bin that was formerly used for toys and now has the carcass of a bunny. On top of the refrigerator. Where I am going to unload our food. That we eat. Anyone coming for dinner tonight?
***Update on the bunny for the inquiring minds. The bunny has perished. My husband, in his best efforts, tried to rescue Thumper (that's what we'll call him). He fed it water through a syringe in an attempt to hydrate the little guy, but to no avail. He now rests in peace in our backyard. Thank you for your concern and no, my husband did not just put a dead bunny on top of our refrigerator. He thought it may have a chance to survive. He was well intentioned.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I'm hope the thing with Emmy is just a fluke. I feel so bad for her. Phenergan is our friend.
Karen, I'm going to have to sit on that question for a while. I thought therapy had helped until you dredge up that Madea-on-crack teacher. Piece be steel.....
My guest blogger day will be coming soon, too.
Check back for the answers on Thursday....until then....
Monday, August 25, 2008
Keep in mind. I'm a pastor's wife. There are some things I'm not able to discuss to protect the privacy and anonymity of our church family. I doubt your questions will even go there, but the disclaimer is necessary, nonetheless.
Your questions can be theological, but I am not the one who went to Seminary. If you have a question for my hubby, I would be glad to include those, too.
I will take anything from "What's your favorite food?" to "What's the hardest part about life in ministry?"
So, ask away. Don't leave me hangin'......
***Update on the family. Michael started the bug, last evening. I'm praying that this is the end of it. He does not have it as serious as Emmy. He didn't even wake me up when he threw up last night. He kept the trash can by his bed and took care of bid'niss. What a big boy he is turning out to be. Thank you so much for all of your prayers and well wishes. I can't tell you how much it means. I love you, my bloggy family.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Lauren and Eric started to feel better yesterday. They just kind of laid around the house all day. The TV never went off. I caught up on New Moon and did laundry and dishes. I'm totally sleep deprived and it's actually working to my home's advantage.
So, is it just a matter of time? Will Michael and mommy escape the crud? Will we soon be shoving anti-vomit suppositories into our exit only areas? (Sorry, I'm being crude) Stay tuned. I'm sure you all are just dying to see how this one wraps up.
We are Slaves to Righteousness:
- By reminding ourselves we are DEAD to sin (v. 11). ***Sin has no hold on you except that which you give it permission to have.
- By deliberately resisting the reign of sin (v. 12).
- By deliberately offering ourselves to God (v. 13; 12:1) ***Refuse Satan the right to have authority over you.
- By knowing our rights as those united with Christ (v. 14; Gal. 5:1). ***It is our right in Christ to be FREE!
- By not misapplying the doctrine of GRACE (v. 15). ***Salvation is a gift. Holiness is a pursuit.
- By realizing no substitute exists for whole-hearted obedience in our quest to be free from slavery to sin (v. 17). ***This one spoke directly to me!!!
- By facing the weakness of our natural selves (v. 19).
- By acknowledging the ever-increasing nature of wickedness (v. 19).
- By never forgetting the powerless feeling of being out of control (v. 20). (Moms, can I get a HOLLA or Hallelujer?)
- By counting the cost of slavery to sin (v. 21).
- By recognizing the benefit of slavery to God (v. 22; Micah 7:8, 18-19).
***Do the right thing, until your heart feels the right thing.
This was taken from a video session in the bible study I'm currently going through. I felt sick to my stomach while I was watching it because I knew God was dealing directly with me. I want to share this with you in the hopes that God will deal with you where you need dealing. If we are in Christ, we always need a little dealing with.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Lauren started out Wednesday with a bang. She came home from school not feeling well. She kept telling me she felt like throwing up, but it was just false alarms. Until.....we were in the car and I neglected to bring a bucket. Glorious uprising! Hellerrrr? (Madea-ese again) Why is it, mom's always try to catch the chunks as they are hurling outward? Do we really think we are accomplishing anything, but getting spewage all over us as well as everything else?
Well, by morning, we thought everything was better. Just a one time deal. Negatory, Junior Pig Pen. Thursday night, same thing. Friday morning I'm awakened by the retching coming from our bathroom. Hubby is hugging the bowl and pretty much indicating I'm in for a very long Friday.
Lauren then gets up and informs me she had an accident in her bed. I'm thinking, "Awww, you wet your bed." No such luck. Think other end. Are you starting to get the title of this post?
A bath, some Clorox Clean-up, and a load of laundry later, hubby starts yelping from the bedroom. I can't quite make out what he is trying to say in between pukes, but he starts clutching his stomach and writhing in pain.
Google Search: Symptoms of Appendicitis
Vomiting, Diarrhea, and pain in middle to right side of abdomen. Check. Check. Check.
Inner dialogue. "I have 3 children, 2 of which are still sleeping, 1 of which is pooing, and a husband with a possible appendectomy in his future......How does one go to the emergency room with all of the aforementioned?"
I called a few people I knew to see if they would put themselves at risk and venture into our little sick bay, so I could take my husband to the ER. First house, no answer. Second house, mom and dad are gone and 18 year old is home without a car to get to me. Not to mention, her road is flooded!
Beep. Beep. Beep. "Hellerrrr, 911? I think I need an ambulance to come get my husband. He can't walk or hold his head up and I think his appendix are about to burst."
Ambulance is on the way. Eric is mumbling something about ".....that's too expensive." Second house call has called back and says she is on her way. There is some relief in sight....
This all took place before 9:30 a.m. We arrived at the ER and they performed all kinds of tests. They ruled out appendicitis. They ruled out kidney stones. He was severely dehydrated for inability to keep anything down.
We got out of the hospital about 1 p.m.
I called our babysitter to check in on Lauren.
She threw up and poopied again.
So, when I got home, I dropped Eric off and turned right around and took Lauren to her Pediatrician. It's Friday. You know what that means, moms? If I don't take her in today, she'll be worse by tomorrow and I'll wish I had taken her in......been there? She was also severely dehydrated.
For some reason, when my family gets sick, they can't keep anything down. Fluids, meds, nuttin'. So the result, dehydration.
The crisis has been averted for the moment. I'm thankful it wasn't more serious.
Diagnosis? Viral Gastroenteritis. All that for the stomach flu.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Not quite sure what Lauren was going for, but she made a bunch of them!
Michael made glasses. Genius isn't he?
There were quite a few more great ideas, but this was a "Memo To Mommy" that I thought was some very helpful advice. Credit goes to Parents Magazine for this one (paranthetical input, mine):
Memo To Mommy
You have a lot of lessons to teach your little one, but he/she has a few words of wisdom for you too.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Michael has become old-hat at this now. He started 2nd grade and went right in and seem to do very well. He said his teacher is very nice and she does seem to be very well organized (my observation).
Emmy, Me (oh my gosh, I have bedhead, okay? I'm over it.) and Lauren
Aren't these just the most precious chillens you have ever seen. Bertiful! Hallelujer! (That's Madea-ese, in case you didn't know)
If you don't know Madea and her family, you must be introduced.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
What was I thinking? Obviously, I wasn't.
Quite to my surprise, the library called in the afternoon. "Ma'am, New Moon has arrived and we will hold it for 3 days." I thanked them, hung up and squealed with unnecessary glee. After all, it's just a book. :)
So, I pack all the kids into the van and decide to head on over to the library to pick up the latest in my obsessions that is Twilight.
"Mom, can you check out a Magic Tree House book for me?" says Michael.
"Mom, a horsey book for me?" Lauren adds.
"I want one, too!" Emily says with a little bit of attitude, like I wasn't going to get her anything.
"No, you can't have a horsey book! That's my favorite," pipes up Lauren.
You can see where this is going.
Does this incessant arguing over trivial things ever stop?
I get some very random books quickly and go up to the checkout table. The librarian says, "Can I help you?"
I wanted to say, "Don't you recognize me? I was just here yesterday to request a copy of New Moon?"
What I did say was, "Yes, I believe you have a copy of New Moon behind the counter here for me."
"Oh yes, these books are very popular with the young crowd," she says, very nicely.
I wanted to say, "Uh huh, just scan it, lady. It's for me, okay. Yes, I have these 3 children and yes, I'm probably old enough to parent some of Twilight's readers, but lay off. It's therapeutic after dealing with these 3 all day."
What I did say was, "I know, it's crazy how good these books are! You should read them."
So, after leaving the library, I hadn't had quite enough drama, so I decided to head on over to the grocery store. I figured, with Faye on her way, I may want to stock up on some canned goods and such. Still praying, all the while, that the first day of school will NOT be cancelled due to weather. So far, so good.
I don't know about you, but for some reason when I hit the grocer with all 3 of my children, it's go time. My kids start whining about every. little. thing. This one has to go potty. That one wants to stop at the bakery for the free cookie that has staining sprinkles. One doesn't want to sit in the germ infested cart shaped like a race car that is rather difficult to steer.
So, like a good mom, I address the issues according to urgency. To the potty first. By the time we get back there (why this grocery store has placed the bathroom all the way at the back is beyond my comprehension), my 4 year old has about driven me mad with her whining about the cookie. So, I, no so gently, removed her from the cart that she didn't want to sit in in the first place, and take her kicking and screaming into the bathroom along with the child,who actually had to potty and the other child, who was actually being fairly well behaved at this point. You would have thought I was performing Chinese water torture on this child. I think she just needed a nap. The irrationality level at this point was so high, I don't know what else it could have been.
By the time I left the bathroom, I was ready to nix the trip through the store. I'm sure my hair said it all. Sloppy, tousled mess. It's times like this, I'm praying I don't see anyone from my church because I definitely don't feel altogether chipper or ready to discuss Sunday's sermon. Nevertheless, my son, bless his heart, asks me if he can pass out gospel tracts. I'm serious. He loves to tell people about Jesus. Isn't it just like the Lord to put that silver lining on a very ominous dark thunder cloud?
So, what Christian mother could say no to that? Of course, I let him. As long as he didn't leave the aisle we were on at the time.
A few aisles over, a man stops me, to tell me that he thinks it's great that I am teaching my children to do this. However, he then starts into a dissertation about why what I believe is in error and what the real meaning of the bible is.....Do I need to elaborate? Let's put it this way. I would usually only meet someone like this if I was at home talking to them through my door because they always come over when I'm still in my PJ's sans bra. You get my point? He starts in on me with this discussion and meanwhile I'm grabbing one child by the shirt, ssshhing another child and pursing my lips at another. I finally looked at him and said, "Sir, I'm not trying to be rude, but you can see I have 3 children here. This is really neither the time nor the place to discuss this. I'm very grounded in God's Word and I know what I believe. I need to get back to shopping. Be blessed." Well, wouldn't you know it, he didn't get the hint. He tracks me down again a couple of aisles over! Needless to say, I was firm, but pleasant.
I finally made it out of the store alive with all three children still intact. I threatened to pull the car over and other empty rants. I'm thinking of installing one of those automatic privacy windows, like they have in limousines. It would just be safer for everyone.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Lauren says, "Mom, tell Emily to leave me alone!"
Emily says, "But mom, I just want to smell her!"
Me, "Lauren, just let her smell you and then she will leave you alone."
Lauren had just taken a bath and smelled really sweet....
Emmy sniffs and says,"MMMM, she's smells good."
Saturday morning I fix breakfast for Emmy and myself. I was, fortunately, the last person up. My hubby let me sleep in, bless his soul. I fixed myself and Emmy a glass of OJ and set them on the table. I walked back into the kitchen and got my bowl of cereal to bring to the table. By the time I got back out to the dining room, Emmy had finished her glass of OJ and dumped my entire glass into her glass and was drinking it! I looked at her with frustration and she innocently looked up and said, "Can I have your awnge juice, mommy?"
The other day Michael had a friend over to play and Emmy had to go potty. She comes running out into the living room, naked from the waist down! I said, "Emmy, you can't come running out here without clothes on. We have company." She proceeds to ask me, "Why, because he will see my booty?"
On Thursday, Emmy locked herself in her room and then had to go pee. I didn't get to her in time, so I had a mess to clean up. I was just so thrilled to have to clean up pee, again! Emmy comes up behind me while I'm down on my hands and knees and pats me on the behind...and then giggles. "That's your booty mom. Hee hee."
Once of these days, Emmy, bam, right to the moon!
Sunday, August 17, 2008
(Excerpt from book, “Returning To Holiness”, by Dr. Gregory R. Frizzell)
1. Make an absolute commitment to consistently spend significant time alone with God in uninterrupted prayer.
Give God significant time on a daily basis.
2-3 minute devotions are by no means the pattern of Jesus
You must reject the modern idea that you can develop a deep prayer life “on the run.”
30 minutes to an hour is a good suggestion for a vibrant daily prayer life
Remember, the only way we learn to pray is to “show up for practice”
If you spend significant time alone with Jesus, He will utterly change your life!
1 Thessalonians 5:17, “Pray without ceasing.”
Though we must be very committed to prayer, we should never approach it as a legalistic bondage
· True prayer is a relationship!
· It is a love relationship with YOUR GOD!
· Many are so busy serving God that we neglect time alone with Him.
· When you approach prayer as a relationship, you will also learn to hear God’s voice on a daily basis.
· True prayer begins with listening to God.
· As you learn to listen, you are then sure what you are asking is God’s will.
· Learning to hear God is the greatest secret of answered prayer! (1 John 5:14-15)
3. Make a commitment to a balanced prayer life by regularly practicing the four different types of prayer.
· A.C.T.S. (Affirmation or Praise, Confession, Thanksgiving, and Supplication or Intercession for others)
· It is essential that our prayer life be far more than a list of “needs and wants.”
· We must experience daily cleansing or we cannot maintain the power of the Holy Spirit.
· It is impossible to regularly experience all the types of prayer in only a 2-3 minute devotion.
4. In your daily petitions, focus more on issues of personal character and holiness than on temporal needs.
· God’s great priority is to conform you to the image of Christ (Romans 8:29)
· Make the 9 fruit of the Holy Spirit your daily personal prayer petition (Galatians 5:22)
· As you daily ask God to fill you with each fruit, also ask Him to show you how you don’t reflect that characteristic.
· The beatitudes also provide excellent personal petitions (Matthew 5).
· If you claim such prayers for your own heart, God will revolutionize your life!
5. In your daily intercession, focus more on issues of evangelism and missions than on temporal concerns.
· It is tragic that so much intercession is mainly focused on health and other temporal issues.
· God’s great priorities are the evangelization of the world and sweeping revival in the church (Matthew 28:18).
· God does incredible things when we focus our intercession on lost people, missions and revival!
· You may be wondering, “How can I focus my intercession on God’s great priorities?” Listed below are 5 powerful strategies.
1. Develop a prayer list of lost people and intercede for them daily.
2. Develop a prayer list of the key leaders and ministry strategies of your church. Pray for them regularly.
3. Compile a prayer list of key spiritual and government leaders. Pray for them regularly.
4. Regularly pray for vital mission strategies of your association, state and denomination. (You can get daily or weekly updates from your state and national denomination.)
5. Daily intercede for revival and spiritual awakening in your city and nation.
*Please do not feel that a powerful prayer life is out of your reach. If you are willing, God will revolutionize your praying and thus your walk with Him.
*Don’t let anything keep you from walking in full cleansing and dynamic prayer. No matter how weak you have been, you can become a powerful, biblical intercessor. If God is for you, who can be against you? (Romans 8:31)
Saturday, August 16, 2008
So, without further ado......
Grandma and the girl on their way to the boat dock
Safety First! These bathing suits work well for the girls!
Daddy and his Lala!
Stay tuned.....more to come......
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Not my mom. A mom. You know who you are. I'm kind of sad that the little boy who was with you has to call you mom. The way you treated him was totally out of line. I don't know that I have ever witnessed such a public display of humiliation before. How old was he? Nine. He couldn't have been more than ten. He was just asking you a question and then you open your dirty, nasty mouth and start spewing profanities at him, right in the middle of W@l-M@rt. Don't you think that was a little uncalled for? I know the look on my face probably told you that. I know we all get a little frustrated with our kids now and then. But saying, "I know what the h#ll you want, I don't need you to "f"ing tell me" is totally out of line. I'm just glad my kids weren't present, because then I may have had to butt in and open my big fat mouth and have you probably try to hurt me. I guess I should mind my own business, but you made this everyone's business with how loud you "diarrhea-ed" your yapper. I would have liked to think this was an isolated incident, but then you go and do it again. "What the "f" do you think I'm doing here? We're buying you your f#%!ing school clothes." What is it that makes you treat a child this way? Had you been drinking? Is this a normal thing? Was it expressly to embarrass and humiliate him in front of at least 5 others within earshot? His look said it all. This was normal to him. He seemed very used to hearing this. It didn't really appear to phase him externally. Internally, I'm sure you have to know, it is damaging beyond what you can possibly see. I have to then ask myself, what were you treated like as a child? Is that how someone talked to you? It's hard to be a parent. This I know full well. But I can't make excuses for you here. We all have a choice what comes out of our mouths. There are days when I absolutely, without a doubt, want to pull out all of my hair (Have you seen my hair? There's a lot of it.) and bang my head against a wall. My kids drive me nutso at least once a day. I am sometimes even tempted to swear. Sometimes, I even do, when they are not around. I have said the "sh" word in front of them, as my son likes to call it. "Sh"ut up. "OOOOhhhh, mom, you said the "sh" word!"
What is my point here? I guess it just cut me really deep when I saw this child who has no control over who his mom is, being verbally assaulted by someone who just needs to learn when to practice a little self-control. We all make mistakes. We all lose our cool. But the bad thing about words is, once they're out there you can't take them back.
"All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorb the prints of it's handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair."~Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet In Heaven.
Friday, August 15, 2008
In all seriousness, this pic was taken on our recent LOBSTER trip to The Florida Keys. We had a really great time and the boys (a.k.a. The Bug Squad) came back with 72 tails. It sounds impressive. I know. We've had years where they have come back with over 100! Things have changed. Everyone's feeling the hit of the economy. Lobsters don't go out as much. They stay home and enjoy family time. They found the real meaning of life. It's really kind of cute. But come on! It's expensive to go down year after year and come back with less and less every time. Throw us a
Thursday, August 14, 2008
This is a little shout out for a sweet little girl who is minus a tooth today! My kids decided to dedicate this post to Miss Libbey (Lula's eldest) who lives in our computer. They really think that, except Michael. He's a realist....
So, Libbey, this is for you from the Florida Tooth Fairy Association (FTFA)......(Sorry we spelled your name wrong in the photo!)
First you post the rules:
1. Link the person who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks you possess.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.
I, of course, think my life is kind of spectacular, hence my blog....:) However, not everything about me is hugely special. Here are some of the very mundane things you probably don't know about me.
- I go through a 15 pack of Extra Berry Pearadise gum in about 2 days.
- I always fall asleep on my left side wrapped completely around my goose-down body pillow.
- I call my husband "Schmoopie".
- I love Mexican food. I love it so much, I probably smell like enchiladas.
- I detest the sound of dripping water or water being wrung out. It literally sends chills through me.
- I'm obsessed with looking for blackheads! My husband doesn't like to walk around shirtless because he knows I'm probably on the hunt.
Okay, so there you have it. Six rather random, somewhat gross (re: #6), unspectacular things about moi. I am tagging some of you......here goes.....
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
2 packs of #2 pencils
1 (2) pack of pink erasers
2 packs of wide ruled paper
3 single subject spiral notebooks
1 pack of 24 ct. Crayola crayons
1 pack of 12 count Crayola washable markers (fine line)
1 (3) pack glue sticks
1 bottle washable glue
3 (2) pocket folders
1 (2 in.) 3 ring binders
1 pack dividers
Water color paint and brush set
1 ruler (metric & inch)
1 pencil box
Fiskar (sharp) scissors
1 gallon size Ziploc bags
2 boxes of Kleenex Tissues
1 bottle hand sanitizer
2 containers of Clorox or Lysol wipes
2 containers of baby wipes
1 Lysol spray
This may not seem like a big deal to some of you, but I'm
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
I won't be blogging while we're gone, so I'll see you when I get back.....!!!!!