He did great!

This is Ryan after his surgery. He did great. What a big guy. He couldn't eat anything 14 hours before the surgery. He wasn't allowed to drink anything 4 hours before the surgery. We had to wait in the waiting room for a little over 2 hours. But he did great! I am so proud of his bravery. Thank you all for praying! He woke up with out any problems. As we followed the nurse into the Post Anesthesia Recovery Unit (PARU) Bo and I could hear babies just screaming their heads off. The longer it took to reach Ryan's bed the harder my heart was pounding. We finally made it :) and there he was, half asleep, being fed a slushy and talking about how his big brothers were with Grandma. I do believe I knocked the nurse down trying to get to him. He listened so well to the nurse as she explained the IV and how he needed to rest. He answered every question she asked and never freaked out. Ryan tends to become very nervous when situations are out of his control. He is the bravest little boy jumping high skate board ramps but take away his bodily control and he has a hard time being brave. Not on Thursday though. I told them about it and they (the staff) made sure he knew everything that was going to happen. He never once cried about his IV. Even when the pain medicine was wearing off he let a few tears drop. We quickly got the nurse who gave him some more stuff. The picture is of him waiting for the ride downstairs to the van. :)

When we got home the brothers were so happy to see him. We all hung out in the living watching TV with Ryan. He wasn't allowed outside until Friday. He has had no complications and we are so beyond thankful. God is good!

Ryan's Surgery

Hello All! I just wanted to request some prayer. Our youngest boy, Ryan, is going to have surgery tomorrow. It's a private issue and he has asked me not to share it with everyone. So I won't.
Please keep him in prayer. He will need anesthesia. Please keep Bo, myself and the brothers in prayer too. We are all a bit nervous. God is good though. He has sent the Holy Spirit to calm us.
One more thing. We had to take David back to get more blood work done. So, we should be hearing back from the doctor soon. I'm believing in a healing!! I would not be surprised if the doctor calls me instead of sending a letter because the labs are so "crazy"! :)
Oh and just in general keep my family lifted high. I know the enemy is foaming at the mouth ready to feast on one if not all of us.
If you receive any words from our Lord or have any scripture that you would like to pass on to me "just because" feel free to! I encourage it. You can email. Just click on the 'Email Me' button on my sidebar.
Thank you!

HATE this feeling

I hate this feeling that I have. I'm somewhere stuck in the middle of life right now. One hand summer is almost here. Lazy days of pools and skate board parks are just on the horizon but we are in the middle of test taking. Our hearts long to be somewhere, anywhere but home yet our home needs our attention. We should get the bathroom finished. It just needs the trim painted and decorated. Simple enough. The garage needs to be cleaned out. It is terrible! I can't stand it anymore. Even Bo can't stand it. Our yard needs to be cleaned up. We have piles of leaves from the fall still sitting in our back yard! There are little home improvements that should be done like expanding our driveway and laying down sod. I would really like the house to be painted and decorated. My list of "To Do's" seem so long and we are terrible about just doing it. Trust me Nike is not looking for our family to be a spokesman! My kitchen table is so cluttered with crap. My desk is a nightmare. Not that we use it for anything but still! :) My front porch is filled with muddy shoes, tools and toys. My flower bed needs some new flowers. The boys' summer clothes should be gone through. I know they need new things. The days just seem to get away from me. By the time I'm done doing the every day stuff there is no time left for the extras. I guess I shouldn't take the boys to the pool or skate park but it's fun. Fun doesn't pay the bills though. There has to be some system. Bo always says to make a list and start checking things off. Baby steps. Maybe that is my list for tomorrow ... make a list of the extras. Heck, I should just read over this post! I know that this busyness is probably from Satan. He wants me focused on all this 'stuff' instead of becoming a woman of character. He wants me weighted down by what is not done instead of what I have. Satan wants my stomach in knots instead of walking in joy. So I will lay this feeling down at God's feet and walk away. Before I know it everything will be done.

My experience with the police in our new home

Okay, so this is the first house we have ever owned. We decided that we would get an alarm system. So within two weeks we were all set up.
Once we figured out that yes, if you open the window before turning off the alarm in the morning, it will go off. Also, if you open the back door in the morning before you turn off the alarm it will go off. Oh and if you drop a pan onto the kitchen floor it will trigger the glass break sensor and yep, you guessed it, it will go off. Which we only set our alarm at night or when we leave so needless to say half my household is ASLEEP when the thing goes off! Okay so we figured that all out.
While we were learning all that, which I'm sure they wrote in the manual that I didn't bother to read because, well, I learn from life. We also figured out that they call you, every time, it goes off.

Alarm Company "Hello. This is So-N-So from your alarm company. Your alarm has sent a signal that 1. a window was opened 2. your back door was opened. or 3. Glass broke in your home."
Me "Yes, I know."
A.C. "Is everything alright?"
Me "Yes. It was just 1. I wanted some fresh air. 2. My son went outside or 3. I was putting away dishes and the pot fell."
A.C. "Do you need me to dispatch police."
Me "No, no everything is okay."
A.C. "May I please have your password?"
Me "Yes, it's ..."

Okay, simple enough. All is great.

Unless you are on the phone with a sweet precious friend and your son sets off the alarm. Then because you really just want to talk to your sweet precious friend who by the way is calling long distance and between the two of you there are 6 boys ... time is limited. So when the alarm company calls you don't really check the caller id. So when you see the word 'guard' you mistake it for your pest control company. You think to yourself "Is it really time to spray for the ants again?" Oh well you figure, they will call back. About 5 minutes later a knock on the door. What in the world? you think. It's only 9 in the morning! UPS comes around 5 in the evening! So you excuse yourself from the conversation because clearly people are trying to annoy you. You go to the door in your lovely pjs because like I said before it's only 9! :) As you open the door a badge is in your face. A plain clothes police man is standing off to the side of your front door. He asks you if you are alright. You think 'Well, until now I was fine'. You answer Yes. He then steps up to you. He identifies himself and shows his badge one more time. You then notice there is an unmarked car parked in front of your neighbor's house and a cruiser down the street. You're thinking 'Man, what could have happened?' He then explains that you didn't answer your phone. Or your cell phone. Your husband didn't answer his phone either. "Oh, it was the alarm company that called!" You then explain to the nice officer that you just wanted to talk to your friend who lives in another state before someone got into a fight or someone needed help in the bathroom.
Okay so I learned that day that if you don't answer your phone when you set off your alarm that they will send out police. They are kind of funny that way.

We also have found out that if you just lock the bottom lock and not the dead bolt the wind can sometimes jiggle the door and set off the alarm. If you don't answer the house phone cause you're not home and you don't answer your cell phones because you are on a ride at Busch Gardens ... they will dispatch police to check the perimeter of your home. Then they will leave you a message on your home phone explaining what happened. Life lessons!

Now today happens. The boys and I left around 12:25 to go to our co-op. I had just pulled into a gas station when the phone rang. No one I know but God said "answer it". So I did. It was our alarm company. After introductions the following conversation:

AC "Your front door has triggered the alarm"
Me "Oh, I bet I didn't lock the dead bolt."
AC "There was no response from the house phone"
Me "No one is home. In fact we just left."
AC "Yes, I know that you just left. Mrs. L. the police have been dispatched. They are coming up your street now."
Me "Umm, okay." I'm thinking this is odd because they call house, my cell, then Bo's cell. In that order. If they can't reach any of us then they call the police.
AC "Mrs. L. the police request your presence at your residence."
Me "Umm, really? I'm on my way."
AC "The officers would like to know how long before they can expect you and what vehicle are you driving."
Me "Umm, 5 minutes and a dark blue Dodge Grand Caravan."

So we pull onto our street and see two police cars. Two officers are standing in our driveway. I start to pull up but they want me to park in the street. My front door is completely open! Of course my first thought is Sweetie! Our cat who loves to eat grass. The officer asked for my ID. He said that the reason the officers were called first was because of the fact that the alarm system registered that our front door was 'violently opened'. Since no one answered the home phone they dispatched police first. Wow, good to know. One of the officers asked if anyone was in the home. I said no, just three cats and a turtle. They laughed. Then one said that they saw a cat in our flower bed but when they approached it ran inside. Whew!
The officers searched our home to make sure no one was hiding. It was kind of cool to watch them from the street. They had their guns drawn and they did yell "Clear" after each room. Matthew has decided that he wants to be a cop now. LOL The boys and I went in and counted pet heads. Then we set the alarm, made sure the dead bolt was locked and headed to the co-op.
I must say that the rest of the day was not that adventurous.

Mama's day!

I just wanted to pop in to say

Happy Mother's Day!

Today I woke up to my boys yelling "Happy Mother's Day!"

Then a bunch of giggles.

Matthew made coffee for me! What a treat!

Today we are taking my mom to Cinema-Cafe. It's where you can eat and watch a movie. If you don't have one of these ... I'm sorry. :)

I am so blessed. It is so wonderful being a mama. God has been so kind to me.

Have a great Mother's Day all you wonderful moms out there!

The big 0-7!

*picture taken at his "surprise" party at our co-op. Maricar you are awesome! Thank you!*

My baby boy, my Tookie Bear, my youngest son is 7 today. Where has the time gone? Ryan brings so much joy and adventure to my life. He is so smart and funny. I love that he is carefree. It has been such a wonderful experience watching him grow. I remember when he was three he was riding a two-wheeler ... no training wheels. I remember it took him forever to be potty trained. I remember his first trip to Busch Gardens. He was so unbelievably on cloud 9 when he road his first roller coaster. Every day he amazes me. He is so independent. God has big plans for my Ryan. I am honored to be his mom and to labor (in love and prayer) over his precious little life.

Happy 7th Birthday Ryan!

David's blood work

Thank you all for praying for David. We did receive his latest blood work. His levels are still high. There was an improvement though. So we repeat labs in May. However there was no increase of medicine.
I'm believing for a complete healing! Free of medicine! Glory! Thank you all for standing with us on that. God is good. His disease is Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia. God is going to heal him.
I just wanted to update everyone. God is moving.

Here are a few things

Well hello everyone! It has been awhile. Here is an overview of life here. :) No order of events.

David broke his wrist. Poor guy. At least it isn't during our hot summer months. Nevertheless it itches and is very annoying. He broke it playing backyard football. He will have the cast on for a month. The doctor called it a buckle break and said it was common among "very active boys". LOL Well, I'm surprised we haven't seen it before at my house.

God has been talking to me about my behavior and having a meek and quiet spirit. I don't know if you are like me but when God speaks to me in an area that is very habitual it takes me awhile to get my mind around it. He talks to me in stages. I'm sure He does the same for y'all. Right? LOL Anyway, right now we are in the stage of "here is what you are doing (or not doing)." I'm sure the 'practice' stage is coming up soon. Glory!

I have such a stirring in my spirit right now. I can't explain it but it has my full attention. I know God is moving, not just in my life but in the world. I'm excited and a bit nervous. Nervous because I don't want to be uncomfortable. Isn't that terrible? I find myself saying out loud "I'm ready. But if I'm not ready, You'll make me ready." Kind of like the father who wanted his son healed. "I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!" Mark 9:24 NIV.

I really believe that 2008 is going to be a changing year for me. Maybe not huge like I'll have a book published or become some speaker! :) But huge in that I will grow some more. Deepen my faith and continue with more power to live a life worthy of His name.

God keeps bringing to my mind the word integrity. I watched Priscilla Shirer on the 700 Club. She said that her parents were the same people behind the pulpit as they were at home. She said that is integrity. When she said that my spirit jumped. Yes, live a life of integrity.

I know I'm a bit all over the place. I'm sorry. I just wanted to take a moment to update my thoughts. God is good. I'm so excited about where He is taking me and my family. I know only good is coming our way! Glory!

Prayer journal

Doesn't that sound so wonderful? So spiritual? Leaving a great legacy? That is what I thought too. So I tried. I tried writing down all my prayer requests and praise reports. However, I found that I often forgot to write the answers of my prayers. I also wrote the journal like a worldly diary. I filled pages with anger, hurt, frustration, sadness and the like. I exposed things about people on those pages that I surely didn't want to share with anyone. The thought of passing them down to my children and my children's children made my stomach queasy. Or worse the thought that once I passed on people would find the journals and read things that perhaps should be better left unsaid. Yet not writing a journal didn't sit right with me either. What should I do Lord? What is this suppose to look like for me?

Then one day sitting in church it hit me. My notes. I take notes all the time. I think it has something to do with my learning style. LOL Whether I am reading scripture on my own or listening to a pastor, I am taking notes. Little scribbles here and there. Sometimes an outline. All sorts of ways I will write it out what God is speaking to me at that time. Perhaps it's a concept or a question. Maybe a dream He has sparked. Whatever it is you can bet that I have written it down on a piece of paper.

So what I am going to do now is keep all my notes. That's it. I'm just going to continue to write them out and stick them in a folder of some sort. What usually happens with my notes is that after awhile I throw them away. Especially since I also write in and highlight my Bible. I just use my notes as a way of getting the Word/sermon in my head. But now I'm going to save them. I think my notes show where I'm at in my life. I can (I'm sure you too) listen to a sermon, have God speak to me about something, listen to that same sermon a few months later and hear something else. So I think my notes will show my struggles, progress and just general walk with Christ. I'm very excited at this idea.

I think nothing beats good old fashion handwriting. I love blogs, I love them very much. :) I love emails. But nothing does more to my heart then handwritten notes. That is why I try to send them out from time to time. There is just something about it. I just get so tickled when I think about Paul and all those letters to the churches!

Well, that is what my new thing is. I'm saving all my notes. Oh and my pastor writes a little note on the front of our church bulletins every week. I'm going to save those too.

today is the day that the LORD has made!

I feel very close to God these past few days. Don't you just love that about Him? Some days His presence is just made known. You know when you have worshipped or prayed and you can feel Him. You know that He has come because He was invited. Those are some wonderful times with God. Then there are the times when He comes and invites you to fellowship. Those days when you wake up or finish making your coffee and you just sense He is there. You just about think that if you were to turn around ... He, in all His glory, would be standing right there. You almost expect to run literally into Him on your way down stairs. It is a glorious feeling. It makes my heart sing. Faith rises up inside of me. I feel as if I am truly walking on sunshine. :)

Change of plans ...

I was going to write about just some random things but I've decided to give y'all some links to some articles God has brought me to.



Alone by Carolyn Chambers



The Jezebel Profile by Debi Pearl

At the foot of the cross

Today is Good Friday. All day long the boys have been saying "Happy Good Friday!" to everyone they see. Such sweet boys.

Tonight we went to our church service. I almost didn't think we were going to go. The day was going quicker then I thought. Bo has a lot of office work to do. The boys were playing so nicely together. I ran up to Walgreens to get some fresh make-up. Buy one get one free! Then I headed over to Foodlion (grocery store) for some little items.

My heart became so burdened at the thought that we wouldn't go. While shopping for groceries I thought of the things we could do to 'make up' for missing it. We could read the Bible. We could watch The Passion of the Christ. Nothing felt right.

My hair was up in a pony tail. I had on a pair of old jeans and a VT Hookie t-shirt. It was 6 when I go home. Service was at 7. There is just no way. My kids have been rolling around all day in the dirt ... literally. We're a mess and Bo doesn't even want to go.

"Come as you are."

Oh. Yes Lord.

I pulled up in the driveway. A new feeling in my heart. I quickly unloaded everything. Chatted with Bo about our license plates. Then I went out to find the boys. I told them they had about a half an hour before they needed to freshen up. They were cool with that and I didn't care that there was dust all over their pants. I just wanted clean hands and faces. I then went in to clean up a bit. Ate a quick bite and called the kids in. While they were getting ready Bo decided that he would leave the paperwork for tomorrow.

We were out the door by 6:45.

We went just as we were.

It was a wonderful service. Always is but this year it was different. My boys are older. I'm older. Tonight marks the end of a year for me. Meaning I feel like tonight is December 31. Sunday morning is my "new year". Spiritually speaking. I can't explain it. Not really the point anyway. :)

I don't know about y'all's Good Friday service but this is what we do.
We have six Scripture readings. After each reading we sing a song that is very low key like "Once Again" You know "Jesus Christ, I look upon Your sacrifice". After each Scripture the room is darkened. Then after all the scripture is said and we have sung the last song. We sit in the darkness and write (if we want to) down a sin (or sins) that we are going to leave at the cross. Then each row is dismissed. We walk up to the cross that is on the pulpit and place the paper on a nail. There are four nails about a foot long on the cross. One for each hand, one for Christ's head and one for His feet. After you place your sin on the cross you walk over and take communion. After everyone is done our pastor says a final prayer and we all leave in silence. I tell you what. It is very humbling to walk up to the cross in the dark holding your sin that put Him there. Whew!

The boys blessed my heart so much tonight. Each one wrote out a sin that they have been struggling with and put it on the cross. Bo and I didn't even say anything to them. We were too busy writing our own. :) I can't express the feeling I had as each one knelt down and put it on the nail that was at His feet. Which is the one I had already decided I wanted to do. I had such a beautiful vision of just laying it down at His feet.

Then we took communion as a family. Which we do every month but today ... today in the darkness I really was remembering Him.

Happy Good Friday ... See you Easter Morning!

Matthew 27

Wednesday ;)

Well I'm back to Living Well. I haven't been to the gym in a little over a month. Things just got in the way. I took the boys on Monday. They really love the Interactive Zone. So while they were playing in there I was on the treadmill. I choose the "Forest Walk" mode. It felt good to be moving. And even though the lady next to me only had my speed when she was cooling down, I felt refreshed! I also lifted weights. That felt really good. The stretching and tightening of my tired muscles was so rejuvenating. We are going back tonight. There is a step class for beginners tonight. I'm excited. Bo is going to come too, not to the class but to the Y. LOL

I'm ready to do this thing. I'm tired of being tired. I don't want to be heavy any more. I have 57 pounds to loose to get to my goal. That is my long term goal. I have no idea how long it will take me but I'll get there. My short term is to be under a certain number by April 1.

It's funny, my devotional this morning was about making our bodies a living sacrifice to the Lord. I do want my outside appearance to represent my heart.

Enjoy today and LIVE WELL!

Keepin' it real ...

Check our Sandy's post today.

An orange

I just have to give a shout out to our Lord. He is so merciful and wonderful.

It's no secret that the past eight or so months have really been awful for me. It seems that the more I press into the things of God the further away I feel. I have a week of nothing but lovin', servin', worshipin' the Lord and then everything falls apart. Yes, I understand the enemy. This was different. You know the feeling. The feeling that the Holy Spirit gives you when it's all about you and God.

So one day last week I was in my kitchen just full of despair. I couldn't wrap my mind around what was wrong. Why did I come so far with the Lord to just stop here. Not even really knowing where here was. I closed my eyes and God showed me an orange. I watched as He peeled back the skin. Then He held the raw fruit in His hand. He held it there for a while. Exposed, naked yet still together. Next He began to open the fruit. One piece at a time until all the pieces were separated. Whole but separated.

God spoke to my spirit then. I felt our Lord telling me that when we began my healing journey, about five years ago, that that was when He peeled the skin off. Now it was time to go further. To start dealing with each piece, each section of my heart. A complete and total healing.

I am so blown away. I'm ready. I know that God has good things for me. I know that He doesn't want me to still have chains on. He truly does want me to trade my yoke of bondage for His yoke of freedom (Gal 5:1).

And He wants me to accept His forgiveness ...

Checking in ...

Well hello everyone!! I certainly didn't intend to stay away so long. I wish that I could say that I've been gone for nearly two weeks because of some deep encounter with our Lord. Although I have been drawn closer to Him and He has reveled some things to me about our walk but it wasn't all sunshine and tulips. I will post later about that but first let me share the non-sunshine part ...

Friday (Feb 22) I was hit by the flu. At first I thought it might have just been a slight cold. So instead of just chilling around the house I continued on with life. We still went to the Co-Op, still meet with my friend Caitlin on Wednesday, still took the boys to the library, etc. Then Friday night (Feb 29) hit. We moved my mom to her new home, went out to dinner and back home. I thought I was going to die. We had plans to go to Staunton VA on Saturday morning. I really wanted to go but just couldn't get up. So Bo took the boys. I spent all day on my couch with the T. V. remote, a good book and a cup of coffee. It was heaven. On the way up they stopped and picked up Grandpa. Everyone had a great time. I received a phone call around 8:30 that night from Bo. They had left a little later then planned and would be spending the night at Larry's. Wow! A whole day and night to myself. My sick self needed that.
My plan was to get up, go to the Holy Spirit class at 9:30 and then hit the second service at 11:15. Well, at 7:40 my cell phone rings ... it's Bo. Matthew woke up puking. I told Bo to get him some 7 Up and drive slow. :) I still went to the Holy Spirit class but opted to come home to snuggle my baby boy. They arrived home shortly after I did. Matthew looked so sad. He had puked three times at Grandpa's and two more times in the truck. We got him in the shower and made him a little bed on the couch. He slept off and on through out the day. Meanwhile I went into my begging prayer of "Please dear God, don't let us get sick. Especially the Mama!" Monday came and went with just Matthew being sick one more time. I could tell by his conversations that he was feeling better.
Tuesday morning came early for me. Ryan woke up at 3:30 complaining that his tummy hurt. By 5:30 he was throwing up ... in my bed ... Good Morning Lord. It's me. Bo took care of cleaning up Ryan while I quickly changed our bed and did what all of us moms have had to do. Tuesday was much like Sunday and Monday. A lot of snuggling, quiet play and cartoon watching. So much for trying out my new homeschool schedule and Language Arts stuff. Tuesday night came. Every one went to bed. Ryan had his bucket "just in case" Matthew was feeling much better. David didn't seem to have any problems. Bo and I were going to sit down and watch American Idol. Life was good. About 8:45 my stomach turned. I began my begging prayer again "Oh Lord please anything but throwing up. You know I won't do it. I'm stubborn. I'll fight it." And I did for the next hour. I fought the urge to be sick. In the hour, David came down and told us his tummy was upset. Here we go. I gave David a bucket. By 10 p.m. David and I began our journey. I was downstairs and he was upstairs. Bless his heart I was of no help. Every time I heard him I sent Bo up there. Yes, Bo stayed down with me. What a sweet man. David is like me though. He likes to be alone when he is in the act of being sick. But being the mama I am I hover so that when that panic begins of feeling like you can't breath or that it will never end or the "I think my toe nails are going to come up" I can say reassuring words. Words like " I know Buddy. This sucks. God is going to heal you." Oh and don't forget, you have to have a nice cool rag to wipe your face. So in between my drama I was waking Bo up to take care of David. About 2 in the morning Bo decided to ditch me. LOL He needed to sleep. I crawled up to David's room to touch him. The mama in me just knew he was lying on the bathroom floor dying. But he wasn't. He was sleeping in his bed. Cool rag on his little face and bucket placed beside his bed. I prayed that the Lord would watch over him. I knew I couldn't stay upstairs. I think he may have been sick one more time that night. About an hour later I woke up to Ryan complaining of his tummy. I crawled back upstairs. I told Ryan he could come downstairs and watch cartoons but that I was sick and could not lay with him in his bed. He joined me. He did not throw up. Praise God. But he did wake me up every half hour talking to me. Sweet boy. Finally morning comes with the sound of my husband being sick. Yes, the stomach virus has hit the whole family. Wednesday was a bad day. Bo and I were laid up on the two couches while our precious children took care of us and each other. It's in these moments that you realize what they are made of. No one complained or argued. When we asked for water they brought it to us. When we were hot they turned down the AC. When we were cold they brought us more blankets. My favorite was when I puked out my guts out I heard the reassuring words "I know it sucks Mom. God is going to make you better. Just relax. Here is your cool rag." Makes my heart happy.
My mom ending up stopping by just because. The last we spoke only Matthew and Ryan were not feeling good. She was great. Mom gave the boys a break! LOL She bought us a ton of calming tummy sodas and Popsicles. She treated the boys to gum and pizza. By Wednesday night things were looking up. My stomach had calmed way down. My head pounded so hard and I was ready to sleep. We all fell out by 9. David was the only one who threw up one more time that night.
Thursday morning came and I felt a bit better. I actually wanted some coffee. So I made a little and nursed it all morning. I ate a little. Bo went back to work. The boys and I spent the day eating Popsicles. I cleaned up the house very slowly. :) Then we watched Lord of the Rings; The Fellowship of the Ring. We had not seen it before. Matthew and I really liked it. After about 1 1/2 David and Ryan lost interest. So they only watched the battle parts.
Now today is Friday. I feel so much better. The boys are feeling better and so is Bo. Our world was rocked! The last time this happened to us was back in 06. So we just may be safe until 2010. Glory!
God did make us all better.

taking a break

I'm going to be taking a little break. I think for about a week. I am feeling a bit blue and really need to dive deep into the Word. I'll be reading Romans 1-8. God has been calling me to Romans. I've actually read up to chapter 6 but stopped. This isn't the first time I've read Romans by any means but I know God has something fresh for me. He needs my undivided attention. :) My mom is actually reading it too. We have decided to read two chapters a week. Really dive into it. Meditate on it. Chew on it. Then we are going to meet up Thursday evenings to discuss. I'm looking forward to it.
Another thing I'm doing this week is starting a monthly prayer meeting with my girlfriend Lori. We are meeting once a month, the last Wednesday, for an hour or so for prayer. Not sure what all we will be praying about but I know that God will meet us there. Lori and I are the kind of girls who are not afraid to call out strongholds and really do some warfare. I'm so blessed to have a prayer warrior within arm's reach. My other warriors are a bit far away in miles. Never in heart or phone calls! Glory!
So, I'm heading out ... Check back soon though. :)

Just one more day

Please read this. Maybe life will look a little different tomorrow morning.

Because honestly ...

Isn't this how it should be?

Today ...

I have no real reason for writing other than I just want to write. I should be getting ready for bed but I'm not. I really need to run up to Walgreens for David's medicine but I'm not. I will do both though and soon.

I actually have some prayer concerns to pass along to y'all.
There is no order to them really. Just some troubled spirit ramblings ...

Pray for my little boy David. He has developed a new symptom with his disease. Well, let me clarify, not a new symptom but a symptom that is showing us that his body is growing faster again. I know God is healing him and I totally trust the Lord. There is just a comfort in knowing that there are a lot of people laying him before the Throne. I should have the lab results in about three weeks. We are looking for normal blood work and his bone age to be around 9 years old. Well, that is what my 'mama' self is thinking. However, I want God to move and I have learned not to presume anything.

Pray for me. I have been in a funk lately. When I say funk I mean depression, confusion, low self-esteem, etc. Just an attack I know. Please stand with me. :) My sweet friend and I are starting a prayer group of just the two of us. :) Our plans are to meet once a month and pray for our families and other things. My desire is that God will show up and move mightily. I have no other expectation. When I let my mind wander I quickly grab hold and surrender them to Christ. I don't want this to be anything other then His desire for our meetings.

I guess that is it. My heart feels a hundred times better just sharing it with y'all.

If you have any prayer requests and do not feel comfortable leaving them in the comment section, feel free to email me. You can find the address at the side bar. Nope it won't link up. I messed something up with my widgits and well, something’s I can't figure out. It's all good though. :)
God Bless!