The big kids were having a little competition the other night over the books of the New Testament. Sis has a quiz where she has to recite the books. To test her fully, I was going through and having her recite them backwards, then in isolation...what comes before or between and so on. We got to the question, "What book comes between Nahum and Zephaniah?" Boogie (not to be outdone by anyone) yells out "Alex!"
There you have it folks...Alex. Right in between Nahum and Zephaniah.
As I sit here tonite and listen to the rhythmic (snore) breathing of my husband, my heart swells with love for my God.
No matter how bad the economy is or isn't...it is hard to get straight answers from the news, No matter how bad the weather is or isn't, No matter how sick or healthy, we are so very rich in the Lord.
In a time when so many are struggling, God continues to work upstream and sends blessing our way. I certainly don't deserve it, but I am so grateful for the mercies God shows continually.
I have a diligent, faithful, handsome and very hardworking husband who believes wholeheartedly in providing for his family.
I have children who have made professions of faith and are seeking to honor the Lord in their words, actions and deeds. The youngest does not comprehend everything yet, but believes in her heart that God can give her new skin when she hurts her knee. She sees him as being very real.
My children are healthy, talented, kind and caring people.
My home, though it seems small at times is perfect for us. It keeps us dry and protected from the cold. It is the central gathering place for our family. It is the place where decisions are made, the Lord is honored, we lay our heads, eat our meals, we call it home.
There are times when my heart desires more...like 6 months of steady work, money to roll in on a consistent regular basis, a smaller hind end...
God reminds me gently that He is able to provide for all my needs. He has done it in the past. He is doing it right now, and He will continue to do so in the future. He reminds me not to worry, that He will never leave me nor forsake me...and He hasn't. What an amazing God we serve.
Hearing the snoring and the night sounds of outside through the window tonite, believe it or not, is peaceful. It is a reminder of all the blessings and good in my life right now.
Earlier this summer, we decided it was time to switch rooms around. The girls were stuffed into a bedroom that was way to small for them and brother had the larger room. First thing was to remove completely all his things and re-paint something girly. I think we got the girly covered! I think our guy at the paint store thought we flipped our lid...the girls picked 4 different colors. Big Brother chose 2 colors with a blue ceiling. Sometime later we will paint clouds.
We also installed new flooring for him. Hopefully this will be a little easier on his asthma.
Unfortunately, I didn't get any before photos. I was to ashamed to show them! Let's just say they were a mess! We've been in the new rooms a month now and they are doing a great job keeping them neat.
I've been undertaking the arduous task of cleaning kid bedrooms. We decided to switch rooms around and give the girls the bigger bedroom. Along with the cleaning came painting the joy of sorting through junk. One treasure found was the amazing Barbie pooping dog. Not sure it is the best toy to have around as most of the Chinese imports have proven to be lead disasters, but my children are drawn to the little bits of poo that look like little chocolate tic-tacs. I spied Boogie sitting at the table with the pooping puppy...
Me: "Oh, you found your pooping dog!"
Boogie: "Yeah....I just love my pooping dog."
Don't know why, but that struck me so funny. I think my least favorite thing about any dog is the pooping. There is no joy in cleaning dog poop for me. My four year old loves her toy pooping dog. Go figure.
I work as a secretary for my husband's electrical contracting business. I have 3 children whom I am blessed to have been able to stay at home with. I've been married to my best friend for 13 years. I came to know Jesus as my saviour in May of 1995.