Be Intolerant

Jesus was intolerant, He said "I am the Truth, the Way and the Life, NO ONE comes to the Father but by Me" (John 14:6 emphasis mine). No matter what anyone says there is no way to Heaven but through the Son of God Himself.  Even if you don't agree with it, your opinion doesn't change the Truth.

Yarn Pretties

Just thought I would show off several of the things I have made in the last year.  

All of these have been gifts or in the case of my socks are used currently

Next week I will show off some of the WIP's (Works In Progress) I have.

 Purse made for my SIL upon her Natrualization

 My first crocheted sock

Pumpkin's birthday scarf last year

 Pumpkin's best friend's birthday scarf last year - modeled by Pumpkin herself.

Set of Christmas discloths.

Where I have been

I haven't blogged in two days, except for that snippet this morning.  While my blog has been void for those two days my live has not been void of activity or emotions.  Just the opposite as a matter of fact.  Sunday was a day that was filled with negative thoughts and emotions, all coming from me.  Emotions and thoughts which built up one on top of another on top of another until a wall was built around me that nothing would penetrate. The wall had a suffocating strangle hold on me feeding me with even more negative thoughts and emotions.  No one could get through that wall with any thing other than what was already there.  I felt helpless to combat these and just sat down and quit trying.  But thanks to my husband I was not to stay there.  He took mighty swings at that wall and as he swung I tried to fill the holes he was creating.  But the holes were there and he kept working to make them larger. His efforts being stronger than mine, I couldn't keep up.  And eventually I to exhausted to keep trying.  Before letting me turn over and sleep in my exhaustion, Hubby prayed.  He held my hands, kissed my head and prayed over me and for me and us. After which I rolled over and slept.

But during that time a beautiful thing happened. That prayer filled the holes in the wall.  Not only filled the holes but broke away the remaining pieces.  And once the walls were gone, peace, understanding, and love filled me on again.  The most important part was love and acceptance for myself.

Monday was spent making changes in the way I felt about myself and working to change habits and routines that had fallen in to disrepair during the slow slide that resulted in Sunday's ultimate showdown.

Today things returned to normal, a new normal for me.  It will be a process, as all good changes are.  I am sure that there will be steps forward as well as steps backward.  But I feel assured that some of the biggest and hardest steps forward are made and I am working to build another wall.   This wall to keep me from sliding back into that deep dark place once again.

I have been quiet for two days

I know, but I do have a post for later today that may explain some of that...  Stand by..........

Week in Pictures

  Stuffed Animals ~ Guardians of the Sleep

 Like Father ~ Like Son

 Little Man's First Sloppy Joes

Do you see two monkeys in the tree?

Today

Today was a good day. It was a different sort of day, not way out of the ordinary but just a little out of routine, a brief respite to the end of the week.

Hubby didn't have to leave early so I got to spend time with him this morning before he left.  Then I spent some quiet time by myself, first with my Bible and then with my computer.  I was able to read, contemplate, comprehend and then reflect a little.  That is something I have been missing with my Bible lately.

After that I was able to interact with friends far and near all without climbing from my warm, welcoming bed.  It was during that time that I was reminded that 25 years ago today, was a Tuesday and the State of the Union address was scheduled for that night, not that my 11 year old mind really cared about it.  That speech didn't happen that night, instead the news was taken up with the tragedy that unfolded 73 seconds after the final lift-off of the Space Shuttle Challenger.  THAT was something that interested this 11 year old girl.

The discussion of that event would open up several discussions throughout the day, and was a catalyst to further renewal of an old friendship.  But that was later.

First I woke the kiddos, and after a rush to get ready, I treated them to breakfast before a morning of errands, which needed to be done but working together we made it fun and everything got done.  Returning home to school lite, Friday's are like that around here and then lunch.  We settled in for an afternoon of laziness, relaxing and then of more work, this time of the housecleaning variety.  We actually got quite a bit done, which was a pleasant surprise.

Once Dad returned home, also fairly early, Pumpkin went to a sleep over and the boys were treated to some much deserved outside time, while Mom cooked dinner.

Today while filled with the ordinary, but yet put together in different ways, made it unique and good, really, really good.

Waiting............

Quite frankly waiting is the pits.....I wanted to use stronger language but I won't.  I commented to a friend of mine that I am still floundering when it comes to my writing, and well to be honest, my theme too.  And she so gently? reminded me that maybe I'm not floundering, but in reality waiting. And that comment almost brought tears to my eyes.

Not because she made it, nor how she made it, nothing about her at all.  But because of me. And the fact that I don't.like.to.wait.  I hate it.  Especially for something that I know nothing about, but someone else does.  To me that is the hardest kind of waiting. To discover, to find out, to understand......

Let me explain, if you have a surprise for me,  just surprise me with it. DON"T tell me you have a surprise for me and then tell me I have to wait to find out what it is. If the surprise is something in my future let me be in my own little life until such time that you can reveal the surprise, THEN tell me about it.  It is that unknown thing again.  That fear.

Isn't however, just like God, to use the thing that drives you nuts the most to teach you something.  So I decided, right here and now to wait on Him, whose Will is perfect and for my good and His glory.

And of course the verse I was meditating on as I went to sleep last night comes to mind

Be Still (sound like waiting some more), And Know that I am God.   Psalm 46:10a