I'm still alive.
Our house is coming together and I love it. I'm excited to create an inviting and warm place for our family. I'm excited to create a place for friends and family to come over. We love opening up our house. . . we love it. You can come over for dinner. You can come over to play. Jeni--please come over sometime.
Things aren't done yet. They are moving slower than usual because Gary is injured. Since he has the know-how and since he has more muscle for say. . . carrying couches up the stairs. . . and he is having a hard time moving because of back pain. . . we'll just keep on trucking without a couch. It'll make it super sweet then when we get our couch back upstairs. He is also the one that can put a toilet back in. He can do the transitions between the new wood of the hallway and the carpet of the bedrooms. We are fine the way it is though. I'm thankful that there are multiple toilets to use. I'd just like for him to get better! I love my guy and want him to feel better soon.
And Monday afternoon I dyed my hair "reddish blond". The verdict is mixed. There are times I like it and other times I don't. I like the top more than the ends. The ends look funky. So why did I change after being blond since 1996? Why not. Why not try something new. It is hair. It can go back. As my best friend Karen said to me on the phone when I asked her opinion about the whole thing "Shanda, if you are doing to do it. . .jump in with both feet." I jumped. I've jumped before and sometimes it has been great and other times not fabulous. Guess what? It's fun. Be fun. Have fun. It's hair and it grows and I can change it to any color I want.
I have lots of pictures of the floors to post. . . when we upload them. :) Our computer has been blocked in for almost a week. I'll post them when I get a chance. I promise.
There it is. Hair and floors. Good stuff.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Settling dust
It was eight years ago (perhaps to the day?) that we signed the papers purchasing this house. We were living in Chicago and felt that God was asking us to move here. Gary thought he had a job (he didn't get it) and our first child was due in July (August).
We had looked at many houses in Zeeland and loved this one. It had almost everything we wanted. My dream house is still that--in my dreams. :) I love this house though and love that it is serving the needs of our family in such wonderful ways.
Our house is not the same today as it was on Monday. Things are getting torn up! We have never liked that we had light colored carpet and little children together at the same time. We have never liked the flooring in the kitchen. We have been particularly grrrr about having carpet in the dining room. Yet, we have waited and cleaned and steam cleaned the carpets and floors over and over again. They were in fine condition. They functioned. We still had children who were going to spill and spit up. BUT, the time has come! Though we still have children who spill, the spit up stage has moved beyond this household. . . at least for forty more years when I begin. The carpets were put in 14 years ago and have served well. . . but they were beginning to fray and come apart in places. It. Is. Time.
After ripping up the pergo in the mudroom and laundry room, Gary has masterfully tiled and grouted it. BEAUTIFUL! I love it that I'm in love with a handyman. The washing machine and dryer are in the kitchen. All the carpet is pulled up and we discovered a white and blue linoleum floor underneath the pergo in the kitchen. Fun! However both are going. I'm sitting at the kitchen table which is in the living room. I spent this afternoon pulling up staples and using duct tape to bunch together debris. The drawers from the kitchen island are in our bathroom tub so I go there if I need a knife or saran wrap.
Hopefully this Saturday Gary and two professional guys from church will be able to install our new hardwood floors. My job is to entertain four children outside of our house for the whole day. We've got some great plans and we have some great spaces that need to be filled. We can hang out in the basement. . . which has lots of extra furniture in it. I'm not worried or stressed about it. . . yet.
I have pictures and will post before and afters next week (I don't know how to upload and Gary is pretty much occupied with work and house at the moment!). Included will be the picture of Noel laying on the floor crying because she just loves the carpet so much and what will she do without it? Her tears aren't helped at all by my laughing. :)
This afternoon we are taking time off to go as a family to Royal Park Retirement home to see Garrison's artwork. It was chosen for a display and we are excited to celebrate him. He doesn't quite get it as he told a mom at school that "I am a famous artist." In the midst of it all, I wrote down the wrong date for a playdate--it was supposed to be today and I messed it up. Maybe when my house is in order then my brain will follow. . . highly unlikely.
We had looked at many houses in Zeeland and loved this one. It had almost everything we wanted. My dream house is still that--in my dreams. :) I love this house though and love that it is serving the needs of our family in such wonderful ways.
Our house is not the same today as it was on Monday. Things are getting torn up! We have never liked that we had light colored carpet and little children together at the same time. We have never liked the flooring in the kitchen. We have been particularly grrrr about having carpet in the dining room. Yet, we have waited and cleaned and steam cleaned the carpets and floors over and over again. They were in fine condition. They functioned. We still had children who were going to spill and spit up. BUT, the time has come! Though we still have children who spill, the spit up stage has moved beyond this household. . . at least for forty more years when I begin. The carpets were put in 14 years ago and have served well. . . but they were beginning to fray and come apart in places. It. Is. Time.
After ripping up the pergo in the mudroom and laundry room, Gary has masterfully tiled and grouted it. BEAUTIFUL! I love it that I'm in love with a handyman. The washing machine and dryer are in the kitchen. All the carpet is pulled up and we discovered a white and blue linoleum floor underneath the pergo in the kitchen. Fun! However both are going. I'm sitting at the kitchen table which is in the living room. I spent this afternoon pulling up staples and using duct tape to bunch together debris. The drawers from the kitchen island are in our bathroom tub so I go there if I need a knife or saran wrap.
Hopefully this Saturday Gary and two professional guys from church will be able to install our new hardwood floors. My job is to entertain four children outside of our house for the whole day. We've got some great plans and we have some great spaces that need to be filled. We can hang out in the basement. . . which has lots of extra furniture in it. I'm not worried or stressed about it. . . yet.
I have pictures and will post before and afters next week (I don't know how to upload and Gary is pretty much occupied with work and house at the moment!). Included will be the picture of Noel laying on the floor crying because she just loves the carpet so much and what will she do without it? Her tears aren't helped at all by my laughing. :)
This afternoon we are taking time off to go as a family to Royal Park Retirement home to see Garrison's artwork. It was chosen for a display and we are excited to celebrate him. He doesn't quite get it as he told a mom at school that "I am a famous artist." In the midst of it all, I wrote down the wrong date for a playdate--it was supposed to be today and I messed it up. Maybe when my house is in order then my brain will follow. . . highly unlikely.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Shanda's Life
Life has been moving and grovin'--fast and slow. God has certainly been woven through it all. Most days I'm looking for Him. . . others. .. hmm. . . need to keep working on that Shanda. :)
Thought I'd share with you two significant things that have "gone down" this week. First, I was asked to speak again! I'm so excited that God has seen fit to open this door for me again. One of the women who attended the Rise and Shine breakfast connected with me and asked me to speak at a dinner for a group of mamas. The event is in May so I have some time to plan and prepare. Woo and Hoo!! :)
Second, I was asked to have my name put up for the Zeeland Christian School Board. Though it isn't a guarantee that I'll get on, I would be excited to serve in this way. I miss being in the educational world at times (I used to teach!) and this might be a great way to feed that education appetite in my. Plus, I would get to know more families in the community and I could represent the Mandarin Immersion program. I don't even know when the voting and choosing of lots occurs, but I'll let you know.
So that's my news and now you are up to date. :)
Thought I'd share with you two significant things that have "gone down" this week. First, I was asked to speak again! I'm so excited that God has seen fit to open this door for me again. One of the women who attended the Rise and Shine breakfast connected with me and asked me to speak at a dinner for a group of mamas. The event is in May so I have some time to plan and prepare. Woo and Hoo!! :)
Second, I was asked to have my name put up for the Zeeland Christian School Board. Though it isn't a guarantee that I'll get on, I would be excited to serve in this way. I miss being in the educational world at times (I used to teach!) and this might be a great way to feed that education appetite in my. Plus, I would get to know more families in the community and I could represent the Mandarin Immersion program. I don't even know when the voting and choosing of lots occurs, but I'll let you know.
So that's my news and now you are up to date. :)
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Lent
Let's chat about Lent. I grew up not really knowing about Lent. . . at least the "giving up something" for Lent. We didn't do ashes or giving up stuff at my church, but we did intentionally think about the approach of Easter--lest you think Graafschap didn't remember--we did!
I heard about giving up something for Lent in college. I jokingly (oh the embarrassment now!) gave up sex and salad one year. Thankfully God's mercy covers me. One year I gave up meat; another year was ice cream. I was getting closer.
As a grown-up, it has only been in the past five years or so that I've thought about giving something up. Some years I do and others I don't. It is something that is between me and the Lord. I give something up if I'm pushed by the Holy Spirit to do so. I get pushed to give up something that means something to me, but doesn't endanger my health or the well-being of my family. I don't think God would ask me to do that. Things like "heat" or "meals" or "vegetables" wouldn't fit the bill. Past years included Facebook and sweets.
I was pushed this year. My favorite food is off of my list. That's right: Diet Mountain Dew! In fact, I'm going to go without pop for 40 days. When I find myself wanting pop, I'll be reminded that my Lord. . . my Christ went through so much for me. Boy do I love Him. . . and I'll be thinking about Him a lot. :)
I heard about giving up something for Lent in college. I jokingly (oh the embarrassment now!) gave up sex and salad one year. Thankfully God's mercy covers me. One year I gave up meat; another year was ice cream. I was getting closer.
As a grown-up, it has only been in the past five years or so that I've thought about giving something up. Some years I do and others I don't. It is something that is between me and the Lord. I give something up if I'm pushed by the Holy Spirit to do so. I get pushed to give up something that means something to me, but doesn't endanger my health or the well-being of my family. I don't think God would ask me to do that. Things like "heat" or "meals" or "vegetables" wouldn't fit the bill. Past years included Facebook and sweets.
I was pushed this year. My favorite food is off of my list. That's right: Diet Mountain Dew! In fact, I'm going to go without pop for 40 days. When I find myself wanting pop, I'll be reminded that my Lord. . . my Christ went through so much for me. Boy do I love Him. . . and I'll be thinking about Him a lot. :)
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
I'm so in love
I'm so in love with God and with Garrison at this very moment!
It says 3:20 a.m. at the bottom of this computer. Not usually the time for me to be blogging. But I'm up. As I've discussed before, Gary generally gets up with middle of the night stuff, but I do the biggies. I also get up when he is on-call and tonight both categories were covered.
I was awake instantly when I heard the whispered words "I wet the bed". Garrison was standing by Gary's side of the bed. I was out of bed before it even registered in Gary's mind. "I had a bad dream" would have stirred me, but changing sheets is my domain. I get up for new sheets. Garrison was upset so I did damage control before I did sheet control. He has been dry now for so long that I forgot this was a possibility. No big deal in my head. Big deal in his. Hearts are more important than new sheets at first.
We worked together then as he took sheets off and I put sheets on. Then it hit him. "My tooth" he exclaimed. He had lost a tooth at school yesterday and was eager to get the dollar coin that we leave. We had forgotten (shh) and now the tooth in its precious baggie was not to be seen. Garrison began to get teary. He had to find his tooth! I assured him that we would totally (yes I said totally!) find it in the morning. This is not the big deal that it seems to be. He pulled the last sheet off and discovered that the protective barrier under the sheets (for such a time as this) was also wet. I asked him to take it off too so I could wash it and then he saw the mattress. The protective barrier was no match for Garrison! This was the final straw for him and the tears began. I hugged him. This soft tender boy was putty in my arms and I enjoyed the moment.
This past month he's been growing on me, and not just physically. I'm sick of hearing "Mom, I'm hungry" from him. He is always hungry. He has also been growing emotionally and has become at times a little irritable with his mama. I think it's normal, a pulling away a bit. Some moments he'll cuddle on my lap and the next he doesn't want to share with me or let me pull him close for a hug. Tonight I had my little boy.
I seemed to convince him that the mattress was no big deal and we headed off to the laundry room. It was there that I presented him with his options. I also had my best moment of the day. "Garrison, as I see it you have two options tonight. You can either grab a sleeping bag and sleep on your floor, or you can sleep in the bed downstairs." I didn't expect what came next. "Mom, both of those are so great." This is what he said. Plus he said it with such excitement you'd have thought I was offering him an opportunity to zip line or do archery. Here I was thinking I'd have to convince him to do something rather than sleep in his bed. He chose the sleeping bag so that the tooth issue was less of a problem.
As I cleaned up the mattress he got a sleeping bag (love having older kids) and we got him all set. The whole thing took about 10 minutes, but I enjoyed them all. I tucked him in kisses and all before I headed off to start the washing machine. It was in the laundry room that I thanked God out loud for my son. He has taught me so much and brings such joy to my life. I often miss out with him because he is so much more independent. . .and huge. That God chose to bless me with one such as this is just beyond me. God is so very amazing.
Now I'm bloggingsto that I remember. . . and so that hopefully Garrison falls asleep. I need to go and get that dollar.
It says 3:20 a.m. at the bottom of this computer. Not usually the time for me to be blogging. But I'm up. As I've discussed before, Gary generally gets up with middle of the night stuff, but I do the biggies. I also get up when he is on-call and tonight both categories were covered.
I was awake instantly when I heard the whispered words "I wet the bed". Garrison was standing by Gary's side of the bed. I was out of bed before it even registered in Gary's mind. "I had a bad dream" would have stirred me, but changing sheets is my domain. I get up for new sheets. Garrison was upset so I did damage control before I did sheet control. He has been dry now for so long that I forgot this was a possibility. No big deal in my head. Big deal in his. Hearts are more important than new sheets at first.
We worked together then as he took sheets off and I put sheets on. Then it hit him. "My tooth" he exclaimed. He had lost a tooth at school yesterday and was eager to get the dollar coin that we leave. We had forgotten (shh) and now the tooth in its precious baggie was not to be seen. Garrison began to get teary. He had to find his tooth! I assured him that we would totally (yes I said totally!) find it in the morning. This is not the big deal that it seems to be. He pulled the last sheet off and discovered that the protective barrier under the sheets (for such a time as this) was also wet. I asked him to take it off too so I could wash it and then he saw the mattress. The protective barrier was no match for Garrison! This was the final straw for him and the tears began. I hugged him. This soft tender boy was putty in my arms and I enjoyed the moment.
This past month he's been growing on me, and not just physically. I'm sick of hearing "Mom, I'm hungry" from him. He is always hungry. He has also been growing emotionally and has become at times a little irritable with his mama. I think it's normal, a pulling away a bit. Some moments he'll cuddle on my lap and the next he doesn't want to share with me or let me pull him close for a hug. Tonight I had my little boy.
I seemed to convince him that the mattress was no big deal and we headed off to the laundry room. It was there that I presented him with his options. I also had my best moment of the day. "Garrison, as I see it you have two options tonight. You can either grab a sleeping bag and sleep on your floor, or you can sleep in the bed downstairs." I didn't expect what came next. "Mom, both of those are so great." This is what he said. Plus he said it with such excitement you'd have thought I was offering him an opportunity to zip line or do archery. Here I was thinking I'd have to convince him to do something rather than sleep in his bed. He chose the sleeping bag so that the tooth issue was less of a problem.
As I cleaned up the mattress he got a sleeping bag (love having older kids) and we got him all set. The whole thing took about 10 minutes, but I enjoyed them all. I tucked him in kisses and all before I headed off to start the washing machine. It was in the laundry room that I thanked God out loud for my son. He has taught me so much and brings such joy to my life. I often miss out with him because he is so much more independent. . .and huge. That God chose to bless me with one such as this is just beyond me. God is so very amazing.
Now I'm bloggingsto that I remember. . . and so that hopefully Garrison falls asleep. I need to go and get that dollar.
Monday, February 4, 2013
The Talk
Well. . . February 2 came and went. "So Shanda, how did it go?"
I'm not sure how to respond.
What am I supposed to say to others? It went great. (cocky and may not be true--I didn't hear myself.) I messed up a ton. (This might not be a good idea since I want to do this more.) I've responded with this last sentence many times and I was convicted just this noon that it might not be my best option. I'm not sure what to say to people who weren't there. I'm not sure what to say to folks who were there either! :)
Here is the deal--I did mess up. I did forget several of my points. I need to trust though that God had me say what He wanted me to say. I was very prepared and didn't forget because I was a slacker. This is good. Good. I love speaking in public. It is the truth. I loved the preparation and loved sharing. I loved my relationship with God during the past few months as we worked almost daily together. I felt awkward afterwards having a sweet gal approach me with questions that she had. I'm not a counselor, but God gave me the words I needed (I hope) to talk with her, and I was able to pray with her. It felt good afterwards to see that the Holy Spirit was working in her life. It is what I had prayed for--what I had hoped for. I felt very strange at the beginning of the breakfast--I'm not good with small talk. I need to realize that speaking brings with it the need to talk with folks I don't know. It I want to do this, then I'll need to get better at it.
I was also approached by June afterwards who told me about her ministry that she does for stay-at-home-mamas in the area. She wondered if I would like to speak for them. YES! Yes I would be interested in doing that.
Overall--it was great. I was so very tired and enjoyed going on a date with my hubby Saturday night. I had planned it. Gary has been so very supportive of me and when all was said and done, I just wanted to sit and talk and enjoy his company.
So that is how it went. I'm smiling. And now I wait. I wait and see what God may have in store for me next. For right now, I've been assured that my job at home is safe and I don't have any plans to leave it. :)
I'm not sure how to respond.
What am I supposed to say to others? It went great. (cocky and may not be true--I didn't hear myself.) I messed up a ton. (This might not be a good idea since I want to do this more.) I've responded with this last sentence many times and I was convicted just this noon that it might not be my best option. I'm not sure what to say to people who weren't there. I'm not sure what to say to folks who were there either! :)
Here is the deal--I did mess up. I did forget several of my points. I need to trust though that God had me say what He wanted me to say. I was very prepared and didn't forget because I was a slacker. This is good. Good. I love speaking in public. It is the truth. I loved the preparation and loved sharing. I loved my relationship with God during the past few months as we worked almost daily together. I felt awkward afterwards having a sweet gal approach me with questions that she had. I'm not a counselor, but God gave me the words I needed (I hope) to talk with her, and I was able to pray with her. It felt good afterwards to see that the Holy Spirit was working in her life. It is what I had prayed for--what I had hoped for. I felt very strange at the beginning of the breakfast--I'm not good with small talk. I need to realize that speaking brings with it the need to talk with folks I don't know. It I want to do this, then I'll need to get better at it.
I was also approached by June afterwards who told me about her ministry that she does for stay-at-home-mamas in the area. She wondered if I would like to speak for them. YES! Yes I would be interested in doing that.
Overall--it was great. I was so very tired and enjoyed going on a date with my hubby Saturday night. I had planned it. Gary has been so very supportive of me and when all was said and done, I just wanted to sit and talk and enjoy his company.
So that is how it went. I'm smiling. And now I wait. I wait and see what God may have in store for me next. For right now, I've been assured that my job at home is safe and I don't have any plans to leave it. :)
Friday, February 1, 2013
Pacifier drama
Did you hear the news? Penny's pacifier got a hole in it! (Amazing how this can happen when her mom takes a scissors to it.)
So, here is the skinny. When Garrison was little he loved his pacifier. At about 2 1/2, it began to break and one day he just said. . . this is broken. I don't want it anymore. Our transition was easy peasy lemon squeazy. Noel--no pacifier. Simon--no pacifier. Penny--loves the pacifier. Loves it. Comforted by it. Begs to take an afternoon nap so she can have it. This has worked beautifully in our favor and we've had an easier time with teething and sickness compared with drama queen Noel. (Love you Noel!) BUT, I felt like it was time for her to be done. She is getting older and she is getting a permanent bump on her tongue from where she sucks on it. So I did it. I just did it. I anticipated that is would be challenging, but I didn't anticipate that it would be CRAZY challenging.
This girl is going to be such a catch someday for whatever business hires her. She has determination. She goes at everything with gusto. The same can be said in the opposite direction. Boy was she sad about the hole in her pacifier! She reminded us often that there was a hole. She cried often. She stayed up for over an hour past bedtime bemoaning the loss of her broken pacifier. She tried to fill the void with other things "I need a book. I need a drink. I need a blanket. I need a hug. I need another hug. I need my paci but it is broken. I need a band-aid." She laid in her bed one afternoon moaning over and over "I can't do it."
I have handled well (I think) the naptimes and the bedtimes. It is the middle of the night garbage that is the most challenging. I am not my best in the middle of the night--unless there is vomit. I am a rock star if a child needs that kind of assistance. Something kicks in and takes over and I'm an amazing mama. BUT crying and whining, and getting out of bed, and turning on the radio, and wandering in the kitchen, and pulling Noels' drawers out, and scaling the shelves in the closet, and climbing in bed with Noel, and trying on clothes, and pulling off your clothes, and falling asleep on the changing table and and and. . . drives both Gary and I batty. BATTY.
Two nights ago I was on duty around 2:00 a.m. and after an hour of dealing with the pacifier fall-out, I was done. "I will not be coming back in here" I told her. "You need to go to sleep. Mama needs to go to sleep. Noel needs to go to sleep (Penny had woken up Noel--that and Noel had fallen out of bed. The two might be related.) Garrison, Simon, and Daddy all need to go to sleep. Stay in bed. Go. To. Sleep." And then I left. I turned on the television and fell asleep after about an hour. I decided not to hear anything. . . unless something was dangerous. The next morning I peeked into the room and found this.
Sleeping together--both turned the wrong way. Covers all crazy. Radio blaring on a buzzing station. Reading light on. Noel's drawers all pulled open. Books strewn everywhere (not pictured).
Not only that but Penny had tried to put on different pajama bottoms--which were on the second highest shelf in her closet! Noel had no idea that Penny had crawled into bed with her.
Last night she went to sleep in under 20 minutes--a first since the hole appeared in her paci. (And you will NOT tell her that I'm the one who did it. I'll let her know when she is older. I WILL.) She still was up way too much and had lots of drama. Baby steps. Now, if we could just get her potty trained. . . one step at a time Shanda. One step at a time. And for the record--I wouldn't trade her for the world! I'm so blessed by her.
So, here is the skinny. When Garrison was little he loved his pacifier. At about 2 1/2, it began to break and one day he just said. . . this is broken. I don't want it anymore. Our transition was easy peasy lemon squeazy. Noel--no pacifier. Simon--no pacifier. Penny--loves the pacifier. Loves it. Comforted by it. Begs to take an afternoon nap so she can have it. This has worked beautifully in our favor and we've had an easier time with teething and sickness compared with drama queen Noel. (Love you Noel!) BUT, I felt like it was time for her to be done. She is getting older and she is getting a permanent bump on her tongue from where she sucks on it. So I did it. I just did it. I anticipated that is would be challenging, but I didn't anticipate that it would be CRAZY challenging.
This girl is going to be such a catch someday for whatever business hires her. She has determination. She goes at everything with gusto. The same can be said in the opposite direction. Boy was she sad about the hole in her pacifier! She reminded us often that there was a hole. She cried often. She stayed up for over an hour past bedtime bemoaning the loss of her broken pacifier. She tried to fill the void with other things "I need a book. I need a drink. I need a blanket. I need a hug. I need another hug. I need my paci but it is broken. I need a band-aid." She laid in her bed one afternoon moaning over and over "I can't do it."
I have handled well (I think) the naptimes and the bedtimes. It is the middle of the night garbage that is the most challenging. I am not my best in the middle of the night--unless there is vomit. I am a rock star if a child needs that kind of assistance. Something kicks in and takes over and I'm an amazing mama. BUT crying and whining, and getting out of bed, and turning on the radio, and wandering in the kitchen, and pulling Noels' drawers out, and scaling the shelves in the closet, and climbing in bed with Noel, and trying on clothes, and pulling off your clothes, and falling asleep on the changing table and and and. . . drives both Gary and I batty. BATTY.
Two nights ago I was on duty around 2:00 a.m. and after an hour of dealing with the pacifier fall-out, I was done. "I will not be coming back in here" I told her. "You need to go to sleep. Mama needs to go to sleep. Noel needs to go to sleep (Penny had woken up Noel--that and Noel had fallen out of bed. The two might be related.) Garrison, Simon, and Daddy all need to go to sleep. Stay in bed. Go. To. Sleep." And then I left. I turned on the television and fell asleep after about an hour. I decided not to hear anything. . . unless something was dangerous. The next morning I peeked into the room and found this.
Sleeping together--both turned the wrong way. Covers all crazy. Radio blaring on a buzzing station. Reading light on. Noel's drawers all pulled open. Books strewn everywhere (not pictured).
Last night she went to sleep in under 20 minutes--a first since the hole appeared in her paci. (And you will NOT tell her that I'm the one who did it. I'll let her know when she is older. I WILL.) She still was up way too much and had lots of drama. Baby steps. Now, if we could just get her potty trained. . . one step at a time Shanda. One step at a time. And for the record--I wouldn't trade her for the world! I'm so blessed by her.
Thanks for the prayers
Greetings!
Just a quick note of thanks for the prayers offered on my behalf. It has been really cool to stop the evil one in his tracks. Thanks for the words of encouragement sent my way as well. I'm excited to see what God is going to do tomorrow morning. It might be a new road for me to venture down, or He may show me that this isn't the path for me. Either way I'm delighting in Him!
I've been meditating on Jeremiah 6:16
Just a quick note of thanks for the prayers offered on my behalf. It has been really cool to stop the evil one in his tracks. Thanks for the words of encouragement sent my way as well. I'm excited to see what God is going to do tomorrow morning. It might be a new road for me to venture down, or He may show me that this isn't the path for me. Either way I'm delighting in Him!
I've been meditating on Jeremiah 6:16
Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.
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