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i believe in miracles. or simply answered prayer

This post really falls in the middle of another longer post but I am going to shorten it and tell it out of order and simply share this.  Because It's good. And I know everyone's attention spans are typically about 5 seconds long.

Still with me?

Sunday I was to have approx 25 folks over at the cabin for a BBQ. Alabama Rural Ministries Summer staff and Board members.  I had to move 16 chairs and 2 6-8 ft long tables from the Big House garage into my Honda and down to the cabin.  I started at 1pmish after church.  Cleaned the first load and then it started raining.  Like huge crazy 2 inches in an hour there is a tornado watch raining.  I waited a few minutes and it didn't slack up.  I didn't have much time to spend on waiting.  I had to shower, go get the food and get back for the gathering.  So I finally sucked it up, got in the car and proceeded to load up a table and chairs in the DOWNPOUR.  Needless to say I was soaking wet. My trunk was soaking wet. 

I was OVER the rain. Enough.

I got set up, showered, dressed and left to go pick up food.  The rain had slowed down and there was a pause while I was getting ready.  But as I left the rain was beginning to follow me into Auburn.  The sky was dark and Grey all the way to Tuskegee and headed my way. 

I literally prayed out loud as I drove to Countrys- "Lord, you made the sun stand STILL.  Please I ask that you just make it NOT rain from 530-730 at the cabin. Not selfishly, but to show your power. Well, sort of selfishly.  But I promise to tell whomever I can that you made it stop raining for me."

After I loaded up the BBQ it started to rain on me.  I had also asked to still the rain til I got the food loaded and unloaded. 

As I drove home in the pour down I got to the end of Shell Toomers and looked Left towards where I live and this is what I saw.

My heart leapt in my chest and I sent the picture to Sista Gurl and said "I am claiming that that empty sky is OVER my cabin" and I firmly believed it.

I drove up to the cabin and this is what I saw.

Glory to God in the Highest.  He commands the sun, rain and sky.  And I am thankful that He chose to answer my prayer "Yes"  I unloaded all the food and drinks and didn't get WET. glory.

It wasn't rainless til 730 but for the most part it was less rainy.  And my guests didn't have to RUN from their cars through the mud into my cabin.

Good night. Blessings for simple things.  And a Big God.  Don't ever let anyone tell you He isn't.

tentpoles? who needs tentpoles for camping?

My sister and her chillins and i went on our spring Stone Mountain camping trip a couple weeks ago.  My parents were going to join in on the fun with us for at least Saturday.  My Dad had picked up my sisters tent at the girls birthday party the week before but not the tent poles.  I called my sister before we left to make sure she brought the tent poles.  NOT the tent stakes we had those.  The tent poles. 

Saturday arrived. Dad arrived and we had no tent poles.  So off to Wal-Mart we went.  Funny thing is that i SWORE I would not go to WalMart this trip.  I bought matches at the camp ground store to avoid it. Well, we did. And i bought  a tent.  Happy May.  I now own a tent.

If you haven't been to stone mountain i suggest it.  Every time we go we do something new.  We went to the Quarry Museum and grist mill this trip.  And to the center at the bottom of the mountain.  It was great.  Totally suggest it. 

On with the pictures...

Before the trainride...

After the train ride (and curses on technology for the sideways picture)

The girls LOVE the train. I love this shot because they were waving at the train and the conductor is waving back at them. Ansley says "TRAIN!" no matter where we are and she can hear it.  I started saying "Stone Mountain!" every time she said "Train!" 

And I don't wanna talk about the Great Barn episode where I momentarily couldn't locate Ansley.  Forgot to communicate to her what to do when she got to the bottom of the huge slide (wait for AA to come out before you walk off)

Before we hiked half way up the mountain.  The skytram was closed due to high winds.  The girls made it further up the mountain than I expected.

A momentary moment of Brynn smiling for the camera non cheesy. 

Ansley was NOT about to stop eating Dippin Dots for a photo op.  This event marks the best thing about stone mountain to these two kids I think.

The every trip photo of Ansley and Me on the mountain. (or bottom of it at this trip)

Taking a hike break.

Laura and Brynn on the way down the mountain. 

And one of my favorites- The "Steamboat" went by our camp site before dinner.  We have never seen this boat, much less in the water.  The girls waved and the people waved and it was great.Took it with my phone but it didn't turn out so bad.

Before the Laser Light Show.  Before the wind.  Before the rain.  And the not having blown up our mattresses. and me forgetting my pillow at home.  But it's all good. I stole Brynn's- she wasn't using it anyway at 130am.

And the girls wanted to be on the tracks.  So we were.

let's back up a tad bit shall we?

I realize that there are quite a few things that I haven't posted here on the ol blog- mainly due to lack of internet at the Cabin.  I don't like to post pictures in random order at the bottom of a post which is what happens when I send it from my phone. 

So let's go back to 2011.  I recieved the amazing gift of The Chick Fil A Bowl from my peeps Jennifer and Spencer with their daughter Kayla.  And not just the bowl but the whole experience. Fun thing was that their son Cole baked the tickets in the microwave after school so we didn't actually receive our ticket at Christmas but a certificate.  It seems that Jennifers Dad dropped them off and hid them in the microwave so Kayla wouldn't see them but Cole made it home first and was hungry.  Threw some popcorn in the micro on top of said tickets.  Needless to say- the Box Office folks knew who Spencer was when he arrived to pick up our reprint tickets after the story Jennifer told them when she called to make sure they could be replaced.

Anyway...Our New Years Eve started off early and we took a pit stop for Breakfast at the Dwarf House in Newnan.  Of course! Chick Fil A for breakfast on the day of the Chick Fil A bowl? yes indeed.  Alas, not a single picture was taken.

Then off to Hotlanta.  We walked around the stadium to figure out where will call was and get the lay of the land.



  I brought glow braclets for everyone- Happy New Year Ya'll.  Jennifer dropped hers somewhere so we headed back toward the parking lot to find it.  Thankfully she found it.  She was convinced it was Auburn's good luck charm.  And evidently it worked.  I am not gonna mess with her about her good luck charms anymore. 

Then we walked over for the Parade. We got a great spot toward the end of the parade next to some Virginia fans, but they weren't too bad.  And let me just say I have never seen so many cows as I did in that parade.  You would have thought we were on a dairy farm.  With fuzzy, cute, upright cows that wave and can drive. 

And I am happy to report that the parade ended with Auburn's band and fans, so we joined in for the last half block and got in the parade.  So much better than if Virginia's band had been last. 

 

Then we headed over to CNN center for lunch.  Spencer and Kayla waited for Taco Bell

and Jennifer and I rocked it with CFA. 

Why mess with a good thing? It was so crowded we had to stake out a seat when some folks left and we were entertained with the excitement surrounding us of folks trying to find tables and chairs.  We had money on a few encounters we thought would end in a physical encounter.  People were hungry and tempers were short in the CNN Center food court.  Happy New Year. Whoa.

We headed over to Fan Fest after lunch.  I DIdn't really know what to expect out of that but it was a lot of fun.  Free stuff and entertainment everywhere. 

We watched Tiger Walk from a distance- it was crowded and we didn't want to sit there for an hour to stake out a good spot so we cheered from where we were when the team came in.  Jennifer got to meet former Auburn #32 Rudy (I sure can't remember his name) and we got to take some pictures with the CFA Cows, free tshirts, pom poms, backpack bags, koozies and who knows what else.  It was a fun afternoon.

On to the stadium.  I am happy to report I finished out the day with a CFA sandwich for dinner.  Just to round out the day and I'm not messing with the master plan (call it my good luck charm for the day).
  We had great amazing seats right above the Auburn band surrounded by some great Auburn people. 

And long story short- we took care of business with Virginia. Yep that says 43-24. Auburn. War Eagle. 

So boo you doubters out there.  It was a great time.  And yeah, I was getting hoarse from yelling at one point. 

One of the best parts of the game?  This cool bubble machine they had down in front of us.  It made shapes out of bubbles- almost looked like foam floating to

the ceiling.  Oh and every cup holder had a happy new year cow in it.  And the ceiling rained cows with parachutes as Auburn came on the field.  Fun times. 

On the way home we rounded out the day with burgers and shakes at Steak N Shake.  Jennifer decided to take her boots off finally. 


I found out that when you bite a globracelet too hard it will break and glojuice inside is NASTY.

  And it was indeed a fun day.  I mean really, how many folks can say they have been to a bowl game?  Maybe for Auburn folks a lot.  But a lotta folks never have.  I have.  And would love to do it again.  Way to bring in the New Year.  Way to end the old year.  Great fun and fellowship with some Great friends.  I am blessed beyond what I deserve to have such fun and great friends.

 

If you have ever listened to ONE thing...

Dear bloggy folks-
Over the years I've had a lot to say. For once I want you to heed what I say. If you hear nothing else- hear this.
Read your Bible. Love it.
And if you are so inclined to ever read anything else.... Read this book. And let it mess you up. I think you'll thank me later.
He is Risen. He is King. May we claim that as His children. And may our lives be and look different because of it.

a little irony in the U. S. of A.

When i went to Stone Mountain last month I went on a Tuesday. Overcast. Not very busy.  When I left to go up the mountain the parking lot side I parked on had 4 cars.  When I came back there were about 10.  And evidently the guy that parked next to me decided that parking 3 spots away was just too far to walk.  Before he went up the MOUNTAIN.  I love Irony. I find it a lot in America.

 

And another bit of irony...or "This is how we roll in America"

I was sitting outside the other day just chillin in the beautiful day and saw some neighbors getting ready to get into the car.  The husband got in, the kids were already in, and the wife was getting ready to get in.  As this little scene unfolded at the end of their driveway a car drove up.  The car stopped, then backed up into the road.  The car in the road was facing into the driveway so she could see the van and the people.  And instead of getting out and walking up to the wife she picked up the phone and called the lady.  I know this because I could hear her say "I am soooooo sorry i didnt get to call or text you back yesterday!" And the lady in the car in the street was talking, then turned her car around and drove off as the van backed out and followed behind.  I thought it was interesting that the friend didn't get out of the car.  There was some time that the friend sat there and waited before she called. 

I think sometimes we would rather text and call than have  a face to face conversation.

I encourage each of us to talk to other folk.

It's good for the soul.  And somebody might just speak a little love, honesty, truth, or encouragement into another.

how to be sure in unsureity

Yep. Pretty sure that unsureity is not a word.  But it is what I wanna say, so I am going to make up a word. I wanted to update some of you on the journey that I have been on for, welllll, my whole life. I'll just catch you up.

When Christmas week came and I decided it was time to leave Arbor Springs I was pretty sure.  Then the month-5 weeks working my notice came.  It was hard.  To leave something I loved, poured my heart into, time into, and shared a lot of time with some great people, serving some fine folks was hard.  But along the way I was reminded that it was the Lord. 

And now I am on this path to grad school (again) and I am in waiting mode.  Waiting for the letter to arrive that I am actually in graduate school.  Then the waiting on financial aid to arrive.  (Pray for FREE money).  And waiting on finishing the work-hello 2 years, not one like I thought.  And the doubts come.  Perhaps this ISNT what I am supposed to do.  Perhaps I AM supposed to do something crazy like GO?

A couple of weeks ago I finally voiced this out loud to a human.  And she said she wanted me to be happy.  And I just said that I want to do what God wants me to do.  That is the only way I Will be happy.  But what is that?  And as I sat and talked out loud to another friend in my world She challenged me with option 2 in the process (or maybe options 2 and 3).  Tears. Silence. More questions.  (Have i mentioned that i cry a lot of times when I get really frustrated?  Especially if I am frustrated and have to talk?  It was a very quiet discussion)

Then David Platt and Brook Hills stepped in.  Passage from Matthew.  John the Baptist- the may who preached and proclaimed the coming of Christ was in prison.  And he suddenly had doubts about who Jesus was.  So he sent some guys to ask Jesus if he really was who he said he was?  Jesus answer- Yes.  WHAT?  JOHN THE BAPTIST had doubts?  Hello? NO stinkin WAY. 

But yes he did.  But what i realized in the midst of this and then a later reading of Matthew where Peter stepped out of the boat- went down- Jesus got him- said "you of little faith, why do you doubt?"  That John the Baptist and Peter DID doubt.  They questioned.  And it was OK. 

Their faith led to questions.  I don't know if God would agree with me but I think that Doubt comes because we have faith.  Just sometimes too little.  But faith is there.  Doubt is not UNBELIEF.  You might term doubt unbelief.  But doubt to me implies a little bit of belief lies there.  Other wise it would just be called unbelief. 

Peter had faith, he got out of the boat, but he was distracted, and His faith was too small. He suddenly doubted.  I don't think Jesus said what he said to Peter condemingly, I think he laughed.  Peter, the guy who jumped out of the boat, and walked, then sank.  Kind of like teaching a kid to ride a bike- who does it and realizes you let go of the seat and freaks out and crashes.  You still love your kid.  And you want your child to trust you and believe what you say and do. You can't yell at your kid for crashing, but thank him for trusting you.

I dont' know where I am going with this. Just know- I am sure that i am unsure of my future.  But God the Almighty is not.  So I hold onto the faith I have in the one who redeemed me, set me free, has my future in His hand.  Whether today it feels large or small- it is faith.  Call me a doubter- that is ok.  i know who to go to for the answers and am working on asking Him to give me the answers. 

I hope you do to.

Grace. Peace.  and The Almighty to Lead you and I both.

the trip up the mountain

i wrote this about 3 weeks ago....

There can be a lot of analogies, metaphors, and similies used in this little (be prepared for long) blog.  They will all fail in some form or fashion.  Be prepared for it. Don’t overthink it.  Just come on a little journey with me.

 

Tuesday is my day off this week.  So while most folks are back to work today I was debating what to do.  I have been mighty bored lately.  Not really knowing what to do with my new found free time after I get off at 2pm and asking (begging) the Lord to show me what to do with it all. 

 

Sidenote-I asked a friend to pray Sunday night for me for a few things.  She texted back Monday that she was praying for whispers from the Holy Spirit….no, YELLING.  This is one of the many reasons I love friends who pray for me. They know better what to ask the Lord for than I do some (most) days.

 

So I decided to head to Stone Mountain Park.  I am a mountain member plus so I can get in the park for free, ride the sky tram til I puke, the train, the 4D movie, etc.  Since it is off season all that is going on right now is the skytram and the hall that faces the mountain.  Well, I have been about 8 times in the past few years and a couple times in college but never hiked up.  I don’t know why. Timing. Or little kids.

 

So I hopped in my slightly hoopty Honda.  Swung thru Hardees for a Cheddar Bacon Biscuit. (Oh my good).  And took a drive to Georgia.  All I was expecting was some time with the Lord and hopefully some Holy Spirit yelling.

 

I loaded up my bible, the book I am reading, my journal and my big Nikon. And headed up.  And oh holy moley am I outta shape.  Luckily a few places along the way were perfect for pit stops with amazing views.  As I hiked up there was a couple behind me- the lady kept saying “I can’t do this” and her man kept saying “yes you can.”  From their interaction and him yelling back to her I deduced that he mentioned the hike and she agreed and now she wished she didn’t.  After a pit stop they ended up ahead of me and at the steepest point where I sat down to take some pictures he hollered “YOU CAN DO IT! YOU ARE ALMOST THERE!”  I took that as a little Holy Spirit yelling.  I indeed wasn’t going to have a lung exploded all alone on this mountain.  

 

Oh. Did I mention that about half way up it started to rain on me? Yep. Thankfully it lasted all of 2 minutes and I was mostly in trees.  That was not in the forecast.  (Accuweather said LOW FRIZZ forecast though. Don’t believe them on that one).

 

What was interesting was along the way the etchings in the mountain.  Some back to the late 1800’s.  I took a picture of one.  I didn’t mind the really old ones.  It reminded me of the guys back in the day working at the quarry, or working on the mountain carving.  But the ones from 1994 pretty much annoyed me.  How did they earn their carving to Debbie? 

Back on track…. As I got almost to the top there were a few metal objects still embedded in the rock.  I don’t know what or when it was from but it reminded me that I am not the first, and I will not be the last up this mountain.  How much of the way I was aware of my fellow hikers.  I was alone, and some of them were.  But we were somehow together in this thing.  Some said hey.  Some said “you can do it” to others as they past.  Some guys literally running back down the mountain I thought “so, you have been here before huh?”  Second thought “you bite. You totally way fit person while I am sucking wind and wanting a nap. After I can breathe.”  Really though, If I had fallen over I know someone would have helped me.  For those heading up knew how we were struggling.  Those coming down had already been there.

 

So I got to the top and sat down.  And as I sat down my ipod started playing “Healing is in Your Hands” a little Christy Nockles.  It’s not necessarily the healing part of the song…but just the concept of nothing separating me from His Love. From Him.  As I stood there, then sat there and listened to this song I broke out in tears. 

Because as I hiked up that mountain I just kept thinking about getting to the top.  I wanted to be there.  To stop my lungs and legs from hurting.  From my back sweating.  But I intentionally stopped along the way and sat down.  To enjoy the view.  To listen to the people going by.  The encouragement as they went up, the laughter as they came down.  And I reminded myself that often that is how it is in life.  I can’t just jog up this mountain.  I am on a climb and there are stops along the way.  And as I learn a little, enjoy the moments a little, I head on to the next place.  And the pain is for my good.  It is growing.  But it’s the journey.  And eventually the end will come- reward. 

And as I sat there and started to cry my prayer was that no one would come by, I didn’t want them to think I was hurt.  And for the 3 minutes I sat there, not a person walked, climbed, or passed by.  That didn’t happen all the way up or down the mountain.  It was the Lord’s sweet timing.  To sit on the side of that mountain like I was completely alone with Him.

 

See, lately I have been praying so much about where I am supposed to be going that I think part of the reminder of today is to be where I am.  Which leads me to the next part of the mountain story.  But first, the words Christy sang-

 

No mountain, no valley, no gain or loss we know could keep us from your love,

No sickness, no secret, no chain is strong enough to keep us from your love,

To keep us from your love.

How high, How wide, no matter where I am, healing is in your hands.

How deep, How strong, now by your grace, I stand, healing is in your hands. 

How present, our future, our past is in your hands, we’re covered by your blood.

How high, How wide, no matter where I am, healing is in your hands.

How deep, How strong, now by your grace, I stand, healing is in your hands

 

In all things, we know that we are more than conquerors, you keep us by your love,

In all things, we know that we are more than conquerors, you keep us by your love,

How high, How wide, no matter where I am, healing is in your hands.

How deep, How strong, now by your grace, I stand, healing is in your hands

 

(And I noticed right before I got up from this bit that my feet were by an etching.  I smiled as I hoped it was an “old” one. ) And that is Atlanta in the background.

 

I headed over the top of the now cold and very windy mountain to the building that houses a little gift shop, the tram and snack bar.  My plan- hot chocolate, my book, my bible, and my journal.  In no order other than hot chocolate first.  (It wasn’t cold til the top, and then boy was it chilly).

 

Found a table over in the corner with two chairs.  All the other tables had families and such snacking and talking about their journeys up.  I went to get my debit card out of my back pocket.  Mountain membership card. Yeah. 20 percent discount on food with that, yep.  But no debit card. Or wallet. Or cash.  All in the car.  A mile down the mountain.  Ok. So dig out some change. 75 cents.  Seriously? 

 

So I sat and read some of my book.   This is what I read about. 

From Jen Hatmakers book- Interrupted.  About how Jen and her husband had a Holy Spirit moment at a little church they visited on Easter.  And How a thought/vision to the husband led to fulfillment at the end of that service in a unique way.  It made me think about "divine appointments" and How the Holy Spirit will show up when we least expect it and in the most unexpected ways. (I suggest this book...it will make you rethink somethings)

 

And I thought “well, maybe I can ask this little family next to me for a dollar”  No.  I can do a few things that may be out there but I don’t NEED a hot chocolate.  It’s a desire, so it’ll keep.  Read some more.  Consider again- let me make sure how much money I got in here.  It says Coffee is 199.  So I dig around and locate about 226 or so.  Sweet.  I practically leapt out of my chair and danced over to the hot chocolate.  (this hot chocolate I have had before, and it is the good kind. Trust me.  I am proficient in such things). 

 

I walk over to the counter to pay.  Lady says “hot chocolate?” Me- Yep.  Her- that’ll be 257.  Me- (in a shocked disappointed, not shocked disbelieving the jacked up price) oh serious?! I don’t think I have enough! I hiked up the mountain and left all my money in the car! This isn’t enough.  Her- it’s ok.  Just give me what you have.  Me- you SURE?  Her- yeah. It’s fine.  I will take what you got.  (I practically body slammed that money down on the counter.  I later felt bad I didn’t sort the coins into like stacks for her) Me- thank you so much! I will see if I have any more change in my bag!  Her- no, really, don’t worry about it.    But I did.  And I didn’t have another penny.

 

As I sat in my chair facing the snack bar (the chair was bolted to the table facing that way, or I probably would have been facing out) I fought back tears.  (yes, twice with the crying today).  Sweet lady let me have hot chocolate.  Not that she could have put it back in the machine.  But still.  I came up short.  Grace. Total Stranger. Me on the receiving end.  I don’t tend to do this well.  It made my heart swell up in thankfulness. 

 

As I sat there and read I watched this lady- I didn’t even notice her name I was so caught up in the excitement and trying to get back to my bag to find more money.  She wiped counters, tables, filled up napkins, made more popcorn, greeted everyone as they came in, then started sweeping.  She came by and I noticed her name was Haddy.  And I said it  to myself “Haddy” like you would say a friends name. (that's the  back of her head in the picture above)

And one by one the families left.  And It was just me and my book and Bible, and Haddy.  A friend called her on her cell.  And from the conversation she had asked off for the day but didn’t get it.  She needed to study but she forgot to download something and forgot there was no internet on top of the mountain.  And she had a paper but it didn’t save.  So she had some things to work on, but couldn’t really do as much as she hoped. 

 

As I heard this, I thanked the Lord that Haddy was stuck at work.  And was thankful for Haddy being a servant.  She could have been grumpy and trying to get over to her laptop (she got it out after everyone left and sat at a table to do some work on it) but she didn’t.  she took care of all her job duties and did it with a servant like attitude.  I said “Lord, I don’t know if she believes in you, or she’s muslim, or whatever, but I pray she knows you. And I ask that you just bless her.”  My time was wrapping up, people started coming back in, and I felt like my time was over at the top. So I left with a nod and headed back down the mountain.  Grateful for my time on the top of the mountain with Haddy.

 

And can we talk about how fast and mostly easy the trip down the mountain was?  Except the strain on the ol Longest knees?  Almost at the bottom there was a man 65-70 age range looking up at me as I came down.  I was walking with my hands shoved in my pockets…mostly for lack of wanting them just hanging around as I bounced down the mountain.  He had his hands on his hips and said “Darling, hands in your pockets makes it look way to casual!” I told him “Sir, on the way down it is! Not so much on the way up!”

 

All the way home I just thought about my trip up and down the mountain.  So many images. So many thoughts.  So grateful.

And a stop over at Steak n Shake.  Thanks to my OTHER fav sister Laura and her chillins for the giftcard.  Free lunch. And Dessert. And yep. That's a Raising Canes shirt, ChickFilA jacket and Im getting the Steak N Shake hookup. Good Day.

anybody lose their keys?

These are my keys. Yes. All 4 of them. And last week I noticed the all silver not covered with the green plastic key (sidenote-that green plastic covered key was a christmas gift. Least expensive n most used gift of the season).
And I couldn't figure out what that silver key went to. Spent two days comin back to it. I was about to start texting folks to see if perhaps I had their housekey and didn't give it back? Someone I housesat for? Hmmm.

And then on the way home from my sista gurls house it hit me- it's the key to my house. Yeah. Don't use it much. I thought it had the only one hidden at the house. Guess not. Guess my copy is actually on my keychain.
Go figure.

So for those of you out there that recognize yourself in this story. -you are not alone. You are welcome.

Happy VD. Round 2

Sorry for the link to the file on the earlier post. I blame the lack of sugar ingested this am.

Happy Valentines Day. Yep. I said it. I am not going to hate on the day. There are many who despise the concept of forced proclamations of Love. But I am not going to say a day set aside to say I love you is a bad thing. But I wholey agree that the commercialism is out of control and the forced feeling by some is a little much. But regardless, it is here. So utilize it for what it is worth.

I sent my Daddy a message today and told him I wanted to make it official- That I loved him and glad he is mine. For now He is my man. He has my heart and will be the one to give approval to another to have it at some future date (possibly). And I am grateful for his role in my life. He is a great man to hold as an example for some future spouse. Perhaps he has ruined a lot of men’s hopes…it’s hard to measure up to a guy like my Dad.

And I cannot help but think of my Savior today. To choose me before I made my first mistake. Before I succeeded for the first time. He just chose me. For that I am grateful. And I rest in that today.

I am surrounded by those who love me and I am blessed. Texts from friends, surprises in the mail, at my work, and just general warm fuzzies. For the sake of Valentines day and some just because it’s Tuesday (or Monday) or a cold winter day. It is ridiculous some days how much I have, people and things. Oh to be content like Paul… I am so overwhelmed by His goodness some days.

I got this book from my friend SaePoCha Interrupted by Jen Haymaker. She left it a few weeks ago with my Kisses From Katie book but I just picked it up last week. Well, I just opened it up this morning. I’m 50 pages in. And the discussion with the Lord that I started on Sunday morning now has more discussion points and questions. It’s a good thing but maaaan, I feel like I am not going to get much done today and live distracted til I spend some more time talking this out with HIM. (yes, this will become a full blown blog at a future point…let me sort it out a little more and finish the book).

So Happy VD. Haha or as I discussed with a 16 yr old yesterday- It’s not singles awareness day- that’s everyday. It’s the day for married and couple folks to brag they got someone. (love ya kms)

Hug and love on those the Lord has blessed you with. Make sure they hear and know what you think. And not just today. We love because He first loved us.

Happy VD

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