I have a great GOd Story. I have struggled so the last few days with things. My older camry had the windows down and Brandon and I had been to the Home Depot to pick up a canapy that he bought for his deck. It wouldn't fit in his car. He drove, reguardless we could not find the keys. He had the other set. His phone does not come till Tues, couldn't get ahold of him. It started to rain and I was out in the rain trying to get the car to roll down the drive into the garage. The wheel would not turn. Michael tried to help me finally he put big trash bags in the windows. The next morning I woke to what had been a terrible stormm things blown everywhere. I was heading to my friend in Difiance to be out in the country, (gorgeous, I had a wonderful time) The bags had blown in and the car was flooded. I was tonight out trying to shop vac the car. Tomorrow when it suns out I will open all doors and dry it out. ALl this to say what a frustrating day. There was much more and I won't bore you. ALl in all I came inside so hot that I decided to turn on the air conditioner in the house. Something (God) told me to check the hose that runs to the sump pump. I kept not wanting to do it becasue MOllie was asleep and has had a bad head ache. I couldn't get it off my mind and went down there. I looked in there and it was full. I oculdn't believe it. I dont' know how on earth we did not flood. It was just a gift from GOd for sure. Now me turning on the air it would have flooded for sure. The punmp was unplugged for some reason. All these things that are so overwhelming I am so grateful for the nudges. I am so very tired this weekend. Got some things done and am trying to get the house together so when we leave it won't be so bad. I feel like I don't turn around till we leave for Kansas. I get to have lunch with Linda tomorrow, they are leaving, I just can't stand it. I will miss her at church so much. I like to make faces at her. She'll always make them back. Becky is packing and they are saying there goodbyes. The Linda party was today. I already went to Jeff and Beckys too weird. It is not that I see these friends everyday but I know I could if I needed to. ALways willing to get together and both husbands travel. I call them my married single friends. I feel so sad, I try to look forward to visiting. I think in the fall would be good. The kids start finals this week and then they are done. Yeah. I think of where we were starting school last year with MIke being gone for just a month. I really don't know how they did it. I am so proud of all four of them. Fred made it where I could order the monument. I am praying it will get here for the one year. The kids don't know that I am trying to do that. None of us went today for Memorial day. I didn't even put out my flags. Next year I will.
I had the best gret away to the country I felt like I had really taken a road trip, very relaxing. It is such an adjustment to work full time. I am struggling with juggling things like all women I think, now I feel like I can't get the chores done. The kids are helping, some things I am learning that need to be done that I didn't know. I have some anxuety about the kids being home and me working. I have to have boundaries for them coming in and talking andcalling. I will work it out it is just more thought process then I am able right now.
I have loved this recently."I praise your greatnessm, my GOd the KIn;
I will praise you forever and ever.
I will praise you evey day;
I will praise you forever and ever.
The Lord is great and worthy of our praisel
no one can understand how great He is.
Ps 145: 1-3
I will announce the name of the Lord.
Praise GOd becasue He is great!
He is like a rock; what He does is perfect,
and He is always fair.'
He is faithful GTod who does no wrong,
who is right and fair.
Deuteronomy 32:3-4
It is good to be reminded that all He does is fair and perfect. His way not mine. (even thought I have some pretty good ideas) I keep telling HIm of them.
Love to you, Make a great week.
Monday, May 26, 2008
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