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Archive for March, 2006

a little insight

Wednesday, March 29th, 2006

We are not called to stay in the valley indefinitely. – Susie Larson
Just some good stuff I learned while at Hearts at Home. I needed it for my little valley sojourn. *muah*

out of pocket

Monday, March 27th, 2006

don’t cry for me, argentina.
I know I haven’t been the most faithful blogger in the past few months anyway, but the next few blogs will be even more happenstance. heh.
I’m suffering from nomoneyforinternetconnectionitits. In plain and simple terms there are more pressing bills and internet was the first fringe benefit to go.
I’ll be back. Soon. I hope.
XOXO from the library,
Me

tis so sweet

Tuesday, March 14th, 2006

Cry Out To Jesus
by Third Day (2005)
To everyone who’s lost someone they love
long before it was their time.
You feel like the days you had were not enough
when you said goodbye.
And to all of the people with burdens and pains
keepin’ you back from your life.
You believe that there’s nothing
and there is no one who can make it right.
There is hope for the helpless, rest for the weary,
and love for the broken hearts.
There is grace and forgiveness, mercy and healing
He’ll meet you wherever you are.
Cry out to Jesus. Cry out to Jesus.
For the marriage that’s struggling just to hang on
have lost all of their faith in love.
and they’ve done all they can to make it right again
still it’s not enough.
For the ones who can’t break the addictions and chains
you try to give up but you come back again.
Just remember that you’re not alone
in your shame and your suffering.
There is hope for the helpless, rest for the weary,
and love for the broken hearts.
There is grace and forgiveness, mercy and healing
He’ll meet you wherever you are.
Cry out to Jesus.
When you’re lonely and it feels like the whole world is falling on you
you just reach out, you just cry out to Jesus
Cry to Jesus.
To the widow who suffers from being alone,
wipin’ the tears from her eyes.
For the children around the world without a home,
say a prayer tonight.
There is hope for the helpless, rest for the weary,
and love for the broken hearts.
There is grace and forgiveness, mercy and healing
that meets you wherever you are.
There is hope for the helpless, rest for the weary,
and love for the broken hearts.
There is grace and forgiveness, mercy and healing
that meets you wherever you are.
Cry out to Jesus. Cry out to Jesus.
Cry out to Jesus. Cry out to Jesus.

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a little bit of this, a little bit of that

Saturday, March 11th, 2006

* a year ago I was lying in a hospital bed with a deadly blood clot in my lung
* my divorce was actually final on valentine’s day
life with my son is much like Ted’s life with Curious George
* Jonathan was on the A & B Honor Roll for the 3rd quarter and the semester.
* both of my children have had the stomach flu this week
* on different days
* being a single working mom isn’t fun when your kids are sick
* spring is almost here…and I am so glad

making my skeletons dance

Tuesday, March 7th, 2006

I read a quote on a board today that made me think. As many of you know I read all the time. I mean…ALL. THE. TIME. If I could drive while reading I would.
And these boards with quotes on them tickle me to death with their misspelled words and possible meanings. Today…outside of a rental office…read the quote, “If you can’t clear the skeletons out of your closet you best teach them to dance.”
For one thing, why in the world does a realtor have a quote like this on their sign and for another it got me thinking about my skeletons. What skeletons do I have in my closet? I really don’t think I have any. I have moments I’m not truly proud of, but I don’t have any real secrets. If you ask me, I’d tell you.
Why? Because I taught my skeletons to dance. Or rather, God did. What do I mean by they dance. Well, they aren’t really entertaining, but I bring them out occassionally to help teach object lessons or to let others know that they are not alone. God brought me to a place where being transparent was healthier than being a locked door.
That’s what I mean about my skeletons dancing. I have them. Every one does, but are they dusty and in the back of your closet or are they out being used as a discipling tool.
Just a thought from this skull of mine…