Mar 30, 2011

Preggie Talk

My poor daughter-in-law is pregnant...

The reason I say poor is because she is sick 24/7
Pretty much all day long...every day
   (I guess that's the idea behind 24/7)

I'm having a hard time keeping my emotions in check.

She's sick...I'm so sorry about that.
But she's pregnant...I'm SOOOOO excited!
(You know, first grandchild and all)

Everytime I talk to her I ask "How ya doin' hon?"
"I'm dying, other than that I'm OK"

I feel bad about that...
But she's pregnant...I'm SOOOOO excited!

Today, I invited them to come over some Friday night
to spend the night...I miss them!

She said, "I wouldn't be much company,
I just want to go somewhere, curl up and die!"
"You can die here!" I comment.

I really feel guilty being ecstatically happy
when she feels so terrible.
But she's pregnant...I'm SOOOOO excited!

I want to see her little face,
even if it is green...

And the little tummy that is housing my grandbaby.
Even though it is still bone skinny!!

I'm sorry Feather, about you being sick and all...
But you're pregnant...I'm SOOOOO excited!

It's like Christmas everyday!!

Did I mention I'm SOOOO excited!

Mar 27, 2011

Cleansing Wave

Oh, now I see the crimson wave,
The fountain deep and wide;
Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save.
Points to His wounded side.

I see the new creation rise.
I hear the speaking blood;
It speaks! polluted nature dies:
Sinks 'neath the cleansing flood.

I rise to walk in heaven's own light
Above the world and sin,
With heart made pure, and garments white,
And Christ enthroned within.

Amazing grace! 'tis heaven below
To feel the blood applied,
And Jesus, only Jesus know,
My Jesus crucified.

The cleansing stream, I see, I see!
I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me!
Oh! Praise the Lord, it cleanseth me.
It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me!

We sang this song at church tonight.
It's one of my all-time favorites.

It reminds me how Great God is
And how little I deserve His love

He ALWAYS keeps His promises to me
Yet, I doubt Him over and over again.

And even though I do,
He STILL is faithful to me!

Even when I am not faithful to Him.

I've learned so much in my Christian life.
Then when we moved here...
I began to doubt the things I had learned.
The promises I had relied on for so many years.

Because I didn't see the promises being fulfilled.
I couldn't see all the things that I had learned in my life
coming true.
I could only see the opposite coming true.
And I began to doubt.

But then...God began to bring everything to fruition

It wasn't that they weren't being fulfilled...
They were just being done in God's time...not mine!

And as I see His Word working itself in my life...
I'm ashamed of my unbelieving heart.
And I love Him all the more.

The joy in my life has multiplied!
By seeing His faithfulness...
By seeing the Truth in His Word.

I love you Jesus!
I need nothing but you...

The Ants Go Marching Two by Two

I have a Confession to Make

Actually, it's my husband's Confession

BUT, since he doesn't read blogs, and I don't have to worry about him reading this one...
I'm spillin' it!

He is obsessed with Ants!
Not in a good way.

I cringe in the Spring when I see the first one.

I hide it.

I hide the next one!
By now I'm beginning to feel like a woman who deceives her husband
on a regular basis.

(Forgive me, Lord)

I hide the next 2, 3, 4...
I have become an ant conspirator!

I speak to them,
"If he sees you, you are DEAD MEAT!
He will kill you, and your little dog too!

From the living room: "Who are you talking to?"
"No one!"
(Now, I have become a liar! Forgive me, again, Lord)

Before I know it they are taking over the kitchen...
I have to hide my tracks...

"Wow, honey, there are a LOT of ants in here?"

"WHAT?" "ANTS?"
(Like this doesn't happen EVERY year)

He walks in mumbling to himself, and it begins.

He talks about the ants all day long...
   I don't know who he's talking to. It's not me, cause I'm not listening
He contemplates how they got in here...
   (Uh, maybe the same hole they got in last year, and the year before, and the... well, you get the picture...
He'll walk in the kitchen and move microwaves, stoves, refrigerators, cats, me...
in search of them.
He dreams about them...
He spends hours on the net looking for just the right poison...
   Which, by the way is very embarrassing to pick up from the Post Office.
   "Gee, Lisa, a package from...Kill or be Killed Poison Company. That's interesting."
And, yes, he even preaches about them.

Everyone at church knows when the Ants Go Marching Two by Two at the Hoovers

Tomorrow's Sermon:
Go to the Ant, Thou Sluggard...

...sigh...

(Forgive him, Lord)

Mar 25, 2011

That's What Little Girls are Made Of!

Being a Mother of only boys...I'm not really clear on what little girls are made of...

Maybe everything God left out of little boys -

Like open affection.
Little girls like to hold your hands and give lots of hugs and kisses!

Boys are SO over that by about 10...although in private they will still snuggle.
You have to trick them to get a kiss out of them...for instance...
 "I'll give you a yankee dime if you go get my purse for me!"
     I'm sure some Mom thought of that one!
And you can usually get one out of them at bedtime cause they want to stay on your good side,
just in case you want to let them stay up longer!

But little girls will come up and give you a kiss, or lay their head on your arm with no provocation at all!
And when you walk with them, they actually want to hold your hand...in PUBLIC no less.

And little boys don't like anything cute, pretty, sweet, nice smelling (unless its food), flowery, pink, etc. etc.
Pretty much has to be ugly, dirty and smelly...and usually alive
In that order!

Princesses, that's what little girls love.
They're beautiful, ethereal, fair and usually wear lots of organza!
They smell lovely and hang around with flowers and birds.
     (When boys are hanging around with birds, they usually have a BB gun in their hand)
And don't forget, princesses are ALWAYS skinny and have the best lookin' AND richest guy in the neighborhood!

Another thing boys didn't get...
Any desire at all for clothes, shoes, hair, etc.
Oh, and don't forget cleanliness!
Remember the dwarves on Snow White when asked WHEN they washed their hands?
Their answer was "Recently!"
Any Mother of boys knows the correct question is...
"Have you washed your hands in the last 2 minutes...AND not picked your nose!!!"

What's with that?

Lucy, Leah and I spent 45 mins. Count them...45 MINUTES...looking at baby clothes.
It was great!
We do each other's nails, do each other's hair, pick out clothes...
If it is cute, pretty, nice smelling, flowery, pink, etc. etc...WE'RE ON IT!

What are little girls made of?
Sugar and Spice,
And Everything Nice,
That's what little girls are made of!

Yep, that pretty much sums it up

Mar 23, 2011

Why Am I Doing This...

A blog, I mean...
The answer to that is, I don't really know.

Maybe because...

Everyone else is doing it and having so much fun...and I don't want to be the only one without a party hat!

I've heard it's good therapy...yeah, don't really have anything to say to that.
After all, I'm totally functional!!

Or, maybe it's because Sunny Jane was bored one day, and REALLY needed something to do.
I was her project...sad...

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