OK, I know, really I do. I oughta be packing. Yea, we're moving, did I fail to mention that? Well, probably cuz I didn't know myself!
Se, here's the thing, The Hubby & I decided about a month ago we needed to move. The conditions in our home aren't all that good & the rent is waaay to high. So I had the garage sale & thought "cool, we're gonna move soon, huh...maybe spring?" I mean we're still recovering financially from The Hubby's bein out of work so logically, it would be a while right?? But the landlord decided he wanted us to sign another 12 month lease. That was just not possible. So The Hubby said "this is it Supermom, start packing"
I gotta tell ya I was & am a little more than freaked out, The Hubby says we need to go by the 1st of October, that is exactly 10 days from today.
Did you get that????
10 days!!!!
A family of six.....8 cabinets, 7 bins of toys, 6 sleeping bags, 5 sets of drawers, 4 bedrooms, 3 closets full, 2 slowcookers, 1 bookcase & a partridge in a pear tree!!!!
AHHHHH!!!!
Oh! And here's the kicker...we don't know where we're moving. Yep, you read that right...no clue. I know it sounds crazy & honestly I guess to some people it kinda is. But we really believe God doesn't want us living here anymore, in fact, I think God wanted us gone a while ago. We've experienced "The Plagues"
We've had carpenter ants, flies, slab ants, mold, water damage, plumbing problems, everything short of locusts. Well, it feels kinda like God was trying to get our attention & we were too busy with our lives, But now the Bear & Monkey are having respiratory problems & I can't help but think it has something to do with the mold. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to put those two together.
We did get to look at an apartment yesterday & we're waiting for a phone call to let us know if we have it. So that's why I'm here typing instead of packing, because all the praying to just chill wasn't helping & finally I threw the bubble wrap down & said "I need to read my Bible"
God is so good, this is where I found His peace....
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in His word I put my hope. Psalm 130:5
So right now The Hubby is Abraham & I'm Sarah & we're leaving cuz God said so...oh wait I can get technical if you want, he's Abram & I'm Sarai... =)
Monday, September 20, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
The Writings on the Carpet
Some time back, we had an "experience"
I was sitting on the sofa doing absolutely nothing cuz ya know that's what we SAHM's do...nothing. Oh wait, no scratch that...I was folding laundry when I heard an uproar in the nursery. The Hubby was howlin & The Monkey was scrambling out of the room. He was hot on her heels & all he said to me was "you" as he pointed to the nursery.
So, I nervously went in to find Monkey had "colored" a picture on the carpet with purple marker. Initially, I was nervous because we own a purple sharpie but then I realized that a Crayola Washable Marker was the culprit.
I couldn't help but smile as I looked at her artwork.
However, as adorable this little pic is I couldn't leave it there let alone allow her to think this was acceptable. So I grabbed some rubbing alcohol & towels and The Monkey & I went to work. As I was figuring exactly where to begin I once again asked God to please show me how to use this situation to penetrate Monkey's heart. I knew I could get upset with her & she'd more than likely not do it again but I really wanted to move her little spirit. After all that's what God does when I fall short & He's the best example of a parent you can get!
So, after praying, Monkey & I had a conversation as we cleaned. First I asked her to begin rubbing the carpet as hard as she could with the cloth. Of course, it wasn't coming off in the least & she was getting very frustrated. I told her the markings on the carpet are like sin on our hearts, we can't remove them on our own no matter how hard we try. Then I poured the alcohol on the marker & after letting it settle a few minutes, blotted it up with a towel. She was amazed! It just kinda disappeared! I told her the alcohol is like Jesus' blood, His blood covers our sins & washes them away.
She was really impressed & frankly...so was I. I just wanted to jump up & down, I mean here my 4 year old & I were having this amazing conversation & I felt like a really good Supermom. However, nothing with The Monkey is ever so simple. After a good two minutes, she was all frustrated again trying to clean the marker herself!!! I again explained the need for the alcohol & how it's impossible to do this alone.
*hint hint..nudge nudge*
Ya know little girl? Jesus? Blood? Sin???
Didn't we just do this????
Well, now she wasn't all that amazed, instead she was irritated & had an attitude of "just poor the stuff outta the bottle already so I can watch Elmo"
Oh well, I don't consider it a complete bust, we had a good talk, she apologized, & seeds were planted. I think her little brain could only contain so much.
But then ya know what happened right?
God does what He always does to me. He took me from teacher to student. I couldn't help feeling convicted. How many times do I "forget" the power of the precious blood shed for me & try to rub my stained heart clean on my own? How many times do I get distracted from what HE is trying to teach me only to run off & live life as I please?
He is the only one who can cleanse me, I know too often I fall into an attitude of self righteousness & pride & don't want Him to "see" my stains. But, I long to be an example for my daughters. I long to please God by allowing Him full access to my heart & all that it holds, including that which I'd rather not be seen.
So, what began as a teachable moment for my daughter became a learning lesson for me. I close with this scripture, I plan on living this. I hope you do too.
“Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. Point out anything in me that offends you, and lead me along the path of everlasting life.”
Psalms 139:23-24
I was sitting on the sofa doing absolutely nothing cuz ya know that's what we SAHM's do...nothing. Oh wait, no scratch that...I was folding laundry when I heard an uproar in the nursery. The Hubby was howlin & The Monkey was scrambling out of the room. He was hot on her heels & all he said to me was "you" as he pointed to the nursery.
So, I nervously went in to find Monkey had "colored" a picture on the carpet with purple marker. Initially, I was nervous because we own a purple sharpie but then I realized that a Crayola Washable Marker was the culprit.
I couldn't help but smile as I looked at her artwork.
However, as adorable this little pic is I couldn't leave it there let alone allow her to think this was acceptable. So I grabbed some rubbing alcohol & towels and The Monkey & I went to work. As I was figuring exactly where to begin I once again asked God to please show me how to use this situation to penetrate Monkey's heart. I knew I could get upset with her & she'd more than likely not do it again but I really wanted to move her little spirit. After all that's what God does when I fall short & He's the best example of a parent you can get!
So, after praying, Monkey & I had a conversation as we cleaned. First I asked her to begin rubbing the carpet as hard as she could with the cloth. Of course, it wasn't coming off in the least & she was getting very frustrated. I told her the markings on the carpet are like sin on our hearts, we can't remove them on our own no matter how hard we try. Then I poured the alcohol on the marker & after letting it settle a few minutes, blotted it up with a towel. She was amazed! It just kinda disappeared! I told her the alcohol is like Jesus' blood, His blood covers our sins & washes them away.
She was really impressed & frankly...so was I. I just wanted to jump up & down, I mean here my 4 year old & I were having this amazing conversation & I felt like a really good Supermom. However, nothing with The Monkey is ever so simple. After a good two minutes, she was all frustrated again trying to clean the marker herself!!! I again explained the need for the alcohol & how it's impossible to do this alone.
*hint hint..nudge nudge*
Ya know little girl? Jesus? Blood? Sin???
Didn't we just do this????
Well, now she wasn't all that amazed, instead she was irritated & had an attitude of "just poor the stuff outta the bottle already so I can watch Elmo"
Oh well, I don't consider it a complete bust, we had a good talk, she apologized, & seeds were planted. I think her little brain could only contain so much.
But then ya know what happened right?
God does what He always does to me. He took me from teacher to student. I couldn't help feeling convicted. How many times do I "forget" the power of the precious blood shed for me & try to rub my stained heart clean on my own? How many times do I get distracted from what HE is trying to teach me only to run off & live life as I please?
He is the only one who can cleanse me, I know too often I fall into an attitude of self righteousness & pride & don't want Him to "see" my stains. But, I long to be an example for my daughters. I long to please God by allowing Him full access to my heart & all that it holds, including that which I'd rather not be seen.
So, what began as a teachable moment for my daughter became a learning lesson for me. I close with this scripture, I plan on living this. I hope you do too.
“Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. Point out anything in me that offends you, and lead me along the path of everlasting life.”
Psalms 139:23-24
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Legwarmers...
OK, so the unwelcome furry friend in the kitchen isn't leaving. We found out he has decided to take up residence under my sink. Monkey asked if we could please catch Mickey in a box & keep him because he is "soooo coot Mama"
We never picked up the icky disgusting glue trap because the hubby has decided to drown him instead!!
Won't that be fun?
"Oh joy, nothing like waking up to a floating rodent"
I figured I had to come up with a better way of gettin Mickey outta my abode. But in light of recent events I've decided that if The Hubby wants to take a shotgun to Mickey, I'll provide the shells. I know, I know, it sounds terribly harsh, but really he's gotta go. Mickey has crossed the line...
Do you know what he did?
He touched me!!!!!
Now, I know there's seasoned Supermoms out there who think I'm bein' a big fat sissy. And I happily agree, didn't I already state that Mickey is my Kryptonite???
That furry little thing skittered past my ankle & I flew on a chair & was sitting pretty on the table when The Hubby came to see why I squealed! Honestly, he couldn't get me down for a few minutes. I also cleaned off my appendage with some Lysol. Of course The Hubby has been laughing at me since my less then super reaction & I'm OK with that.
I've decided whenever I enter the kitchen, to wear legwarmers...and boots...& maybe a big fat snowsuit too.
We never picked up the icky disgusting glue trap because the hubby has decided to drown him instead!!
Won't that be fun?
"Oh joy, nothing like waking up to a floating rodent"
I figured I had to come up with a better way of gettin Mickey outta my abode. But in light of recent events I've decided that if The Hubby wants to take a shotgun to Mickey, I'll provide the shells. I know, I know, it sounds terribly harsh, but really he's gotta go. Mickey has crossed the line...
Do you know what he did?
He touched me!!!!!
Now, I know there's seasoned Supermoms out there who think I'm bein' a big fat sissy. And I happily agree, didn't I already state that Mickey is my Kryptonite???
That furry little thing skittered past my ankle & I flew on a chair & was sitting pretty on the table when The Hubby came to see why I squealed! Honestly, he couldn't get me down for a few minutes. I also cleaned off my appendage with some Lysol. Of course The Hubby has been laughing at me since my less then super reaction & I'm OK with that.
I've decided whenever I enter the kitchen, to wear legwarmers...and boots...& maybe a big fat snowsuit too.
12 Week Holiday Planner
OK, I can't take credit for this, although I'd love too. This comes via my Awesome Supermom friend. Lemme tell ya, she's really Super. Ya know, one of those Supermoms that when you get in a sticky situation you think what would shheeee do???
Take Flight: 12 Week Holiday Planner: "I know...you're thinking it's too early to be thinking about Christmas. Not so! A friend of mine just posted on her Facebook that Dollar T..."
Well, she posted about a "12 Week Holiday Planner" & if she "highly recommends" it well than I do too!
Just look at some of the great stuff this e-book offers
Just look at some of the great stuff this e-book offers
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Weekly "To Do" lists showing exactly what needs to be done each week
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Thanksgiving and Christmas Menus forms
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Shopping Lists
Christmas Craft and Gift Ideas
- Memory Making Ideas for the Family
Holiday Baking Schedule
Take Flight: 12 Week Holiday Planner: "I know...you're thinking it's too early to be thinking about Christmas. Not so! A friend of mine just posted on her Facebook that Dollar T..."
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Daughters & Give Aways
I found this great article this morning on realistic ideas on how to carve out time to mentor your daughter. The first & most important aspect this wonderful Supermom pointed out is prayer. Praying for God's direction & wisdom in regards to how He wants our daughters trained for His kingdom.
She is also offering a great give away!!
Check it out here.... Raising Homemakers
Blessings!
She is also offering a great give away!!
Check it out here.... Raising Homemakers
Blessings!
Monday, September 6, 2010
6 months
6 months ago I had two Grand Mal seizures. It was terrible.
I had just delivered my munchkin 3 weeks prior & we were celebrating my Bear's 7th birthday. We were leaving the bowling alley, & the next thing I remember I was waking up very confused in the ER. I was advised by the Dr not to drive for 6 months. The likelihood of having another seizure were slim at best but I didn't think it was worth chancing it.
Today, I had all sorts of ideas what I would post here. How God has stretched me & tried me during these past months. How I learned to persevere. I was so sure of all I'd say.
Supermoms this afternoon my Supervan died. Well, maybe it's not dead but it's definitely in the ICU & it could code at any moment. So that changes my post quite a bit, because see I thought I was through with this test. I thought I'd passed with flying colors & I could get my motor runnin'.
But apparently God thinks I oughta study a little harder. Honestly I feel a little like throwin a temper tantrum, OK I feel ALOT like throwin a temper tantrum.
But, I won't do that cuz I'm unfortunate enough to be somewhat mature.
I have learned some things though. Like how to accept what you can't change. Now, I'm no pro at this but I'm getting better at it. When God puts you in a circumstance that is completely out of your control you have two choices.
1. Freak Out.
2. Trust Him.
I'm really good at freaking out. Just ask my zoo animals! You'd think I was the wild monkey. Jumpin up & down howlin & screechin. No throwin poop though =)
Obviously, the trusting thing~I wasn't so good at. But, God is teaching me the freedom in trust. The freedom in letting go. Of just saying "Lord, I can't do this but I know you can, so here ya go, take it, I trust you."
With this new trial set before us there are many questions.
What's wrong with our vehicle?
How long will we be without it?
Can we afford to fix it?
I will take each question & lay them at His feet & trust in Him.
These 6 months have been long & rough, & who knows how much longer & rougher it'll get. But it's OK because the only reason I'm a Supermom is because I have one great big awesome SuperGod!
Philippians 4:19
The Blessed Zookeeper
I had just delivered my munchkin 3 weeks prior & we were celebrating my Bear's 7th birthday. We were leaving the bowling alley, & the next thing I remember I was waking up very confused in the ER. I was advised by the Dr not to drive for 6 months. The likelihood of having another seizure were slim at best but I didn't think it was worth chancing it.
Today, I had all sorts of ideas what I would post here. How God has stretched me & tried me during these past months. How I learned to persevere. I was so sure of all I'd say.
Supermoms this afternoon my Supervan died. Well, maybe it's not dead but it's definitely in the ICU & it could code at any moment. So that changes my post quite a bit, because see I thought I was through with this test. I thought I'd passed with flying colors & I could get my motor runnin'.
But apparently God thinks I oughta study a little harder. Honestly I feel a little like throwin a temper tantrum, OK I feel ALOT like throwin a temper tantrum.
But, I won't do that cuz I'm unfortunate enough to be somewhat mature.
I have learned some things though. Like how to accept what you can't change. Now, I'm no pro at this but I'm getting better at it. When God puts you in a circumstance that is completely out of your control you have two choices.
1. Freak Out.
2. Trust Him.
I'm really good at freaking out. Just ask my zoo animals! You'd think I was the wild monkey. Jumpin up & down howlin & screechin. No throwin poop though =)
Obviously, the trusting thing~I wasn't so good at. But, God is teaching me the freedom in trust. The freedom in letting go. Of just saying "Lord, I can't do this but I know you can, so here ya go, take it, I trust you."
With this new trial set before us there are many questions.
What's wrong with our vehicle?
How long will we be without it?
Can we afford to fix it?
I will take each question & lay them at His feet & trust in Him.
These 6 months have been long & rough, & who knows how much longer & rougher it'll get. But it's OK because the only reason I'm a Supermom is because I have one great big awesome SuperGod!
Philippians 4:19
The Blessed Zookeeper
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