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Archive for February, 2007

It bears reapeating

Wednesday, February 28th, 2007

This song bears repeating and humming…and singing at the top of your lungs while doing the glory dance….
Blessed Be Your Name
by Matt Redman
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Blessed Be Your Name
In the land that is plentiful
Where Your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be Your name
Blessed Be Your name
When I’m found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed Be Your name
Every blessing You pour out
I’ll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name
Blessed be Your name
When the sun’s shining down on me
When the world’s ‘all as it should be’
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be Your name
On the road marked with suffering
Though there’s pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name
Every blessing You pour out
I’ll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name
You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, blessed be Your name

pondering

Monday, February 26th, 2007

I’ve been pondering on why we as humans are never happy where we are. A few weeks a go, I wanted a real winter with snow and all that jazz. I’ve had it now and I’m over it. Now I want spring. Why can’t I live in the moment? And I know I’m not the only one who does this? Why can’t we be happy in the here and now?! Life is too fleeting to be wishing away today in search of tomorrow.
So I’m going to try to take a page from Paul’s book…
I’ve learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I’m just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little. I’ve found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am.
Phillipians 4:11-13
And all God’s children said…

times that try (wo)men’s souls

Friday, February 23rd, 2007

I am thankful that I am not God. I couldn’t handle the pressure. But there are times when I wonder what He is thinking. I know in His infinite wisdom He does know what he is doing, but still…there are times that try the soul.
Times when you wonder why do mommies lose 3 month old babies? Why do other mommies not even get to birth their babies? Why do I have a son with special needs? Why does a husband think that another woman can meet his needs when he can’t even look outside of a beer can? And the list goes on…but God is God and I am not. So I cling to one of His many promises…
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18
Amen

hee hee

Thursday, February 22nd, 2007

my nickname in high school was hippie chick…


You Are Grass Green


Down to earth and a bit of a hippie, you are very into nature and the outdoors.
You accept the world and people as they are. You don’t try to change things.
You are also very comfortable with yourself, flaws and all.
Optimistic about the future, you feel like life is always getting better.
What Color Green Are You?

give the girl a break

Tuesday, February 20th, 2007

This might not be a popular opinion, but I’ve just got to get this off my chest. First know this…I am not a Britney Spears fan, but I do have one of her songs as a ring tone for my sons school…Oops, I Did It Again. It seems apropos.
On to my rant that no one will listen to…let the girl be. Yes, she asks for some of the slams and snide remarks, but I can not imagine living my life in a fishbowl the way she does.
She has been under a lot of stress and being a single mom myself without mannies or nannies I’ve been tempted to go a little wild too. And if I did I’d like to suffer the consequences without every little action being dissected in the evening news.
So freaking what if she wanted to shave her head. She isn’t hurting anyone. The only one she is hurting in all this wildness is herself. Her kids seem to be better cared for right now than a lot of children.
She needs time to heal and American society isn’t going to let her by hounding her every little step. If I were Britney I’d probably be tempted to shave my head and flip off the camera too. Give her a break and give her some room to breathe!
/rant

Check it out

Saturday, February 17th, 2007

My first review is up at armchair intervies – All Will Be Revealed by Robert Anthony Siegel.

TBR challenge

Saturday, February 17th, 2007

I finally finished a book in the TBR challenge – Through Gates of Splendor by Elisabeth Eliott. I can remember hearing about the story of the 5 missionaries that went to Ecuador and were killed by the Auca’s from a young age. In fact I think I heard the widows on a Focus On the Family anniversary broadcast. I’ve always admired missionaries and their story is particulary gripping. They knew they could die. They knew they would most likely die, but they went anyway because God told them to go. He said the fields were ripe and they said, “Send me.” It is awe inspiring and at the same time makes me feel very very small.
It is not in my TBR stack, but I have the journals of Jim Eliott. I can’t wait to read those. But I must tackle my next TBR read – Bridge to Terebithia. My kids want to see the movie and I have meant to read this book for eons…well, you know the drill. Shoulda. Woulda. Coulda. Don’t!

Snow day(s)

Friday, February 16th, 2007

Nothing like 17″ of snow and blizzard like conditions to make you go a little mad and let you get a lot of reading done. I only just got the car dug out of 3 foot snow drifts yesterday and tried driving it today to find that it has a mad knock. So I’ll go back to my stack of books. Yes, I’ve read 10 books so far this month. It’s been cold out. And a smidge snowy. *muah*

January 2007 Reads

Tuesday, February 6th, 2007

I spent the first half of the month rereading favorites because nothing really caught my eye…
1. A Light in the Window by Jan Karon
2. These High, Green Hills by Jan Karon
3. Out to Canaan by Jan Karon
4. A New Song by Jan Karon
5. A Common Life by Jan Karon
I spent the rest of the month being disappointed, spurred to read more and thrilled!
6. The Cat Who Had 60 Whiskers by Lillian Jackson Braun
7. Laura’s List – The First Lady’s List of 57 Great Books for Families and Children by Beverly Darnall
8. The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield

Valentines and other firsts remembered

Friday, February 2nd, 2007

I have no idea why, but something prompted me to remember a valentine’s day first last night.
It was 1987 and I was a gawky 13 year old. I still wore glasses, but was very vain that day and didn’t wear them so I saw every one through a near sighted haze. And it was raining. It rarely rained in Sunny California, but it did that February 14th. And I wore a tweety bird t-shirt and red stretch pants with jelly shoes. It was 1987 for petes sake.
I remember feeling weird and awkward in so many ways because I knew things weren’t right at home with my parents. My dad had sent my mom 17 yellow roses, but something still wasn’t right. Little did I knwo that a few months later they would separate and divorce.
I was on the student council at my junior high and we sucked the helium out of the red heart balloons we were supposed to be sending as Heart Grams.
It was also my first Valentine’s dance and my first slow dance. I danced with Erik what’s his name. And it was awkward too. Because as is common in the 7th grade I was already 5’7″ and he was probably all of 5′. He probably thought the dance was great. He got to stick his head in my already 38B chest while my friend Kim whispered, “Lean in to it,” as we swayed side to side to Tiffany.
My first kiss 2 years later wasn’t any better. Gag me with a spoon. Seriously, I think that was what he was trying to do. Thankfully my second kiss on New Years Eve 1991 was much better and I decided not to swear off on kissing all together. Although I should have been more selective. This is a lesson I will pass to my daughter.
Don’t dance with boys who only come up to your arm pits.
Don’t wear jelly shoes on rainy days.
Always wear your glasses because you want to remember what the boy you danced with looked like.
And don’t be afraid to say, “Eww, back off. Your tongue is hairy.”