I know, I have been MIA since July.................................
I just haven't had time.....
Because I have been too busy...........................
......falling in love.....................
More to come....I promise..........
<3
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Blind Faith
Our service today at church was awesome!
One thing I love is hearing stories that move me, inspire me, give me chills. Today, our pastor told one.
Some background: Our church has been holding services in the gym at a local college for the past 8 years. The lease is running out and will not be renewed, so the church is in need of a building. They have searched and searched and searched and searched. They finally found one but need a lot of money to buy it. In researching, the pastor found out that 87% of the church members give less than $50 per month to the church.
So, 2 weeks ago, he had a service about it. He had never talked about money before, but felt that it was a big problem because the members cared more about money than their church and God.
Today, he told us that after the 11:30 service on that day 2 weeks ago, he was praying to God that no first time visitors were at the church that day because he didn't want to turn them off. Then a woman and a man walked up to them. The woman said:
Hi. This is my first Sunday. (Our pastor cringes). The service was good. My husband and I have been married for 4.5 years and we have been doing it "our" way and it isn't working. We need God in our lives. God spoke to me today and told me that I needed to do something. I need to give you my wedding ring, and you are to sell it and use the money toward the building. We paid $16,500 for the ring.
Pastor Matt: No, no, I don't want your ring.
Woman: Listen, you must take the ring.
Pastor Matt: OK, ok.
So he took the ring and the woman and her husband left. The next weekend, there was a marriage retreat at the church. Matt had the ring with him and told the story of the woman who was called to give by God and followed him on blind faith, even as only a first time visitor to the church.
Later, a man at the retreat came up to Matt and told him that he wanted to buy the ring. He told him that it was probably only worth half of what she paid for it, but that he wanted to buy it for $17,000. Pastor Matt said deal.
Then, after the man wrote the check and handed it to Matt, Matt was handing the ring to the man when he said "No, I don't want the ring. There is just one thing you need to do. You need to give that woman back her ring."
At this point during the service, I am balling. I look around and others are too.
Blind faith. God called to the woman and she LISTENED. And she was blessed.
Amazing, isn't it?
One thing I love is hearing stories that move me, inspire me, give me chills. Today, our pastor told one.
Some background: Our church has been holding services in the gym at a local college for the past 8 years. The lease is running out and will not be renewed, so the church is in need of a building. They have searched and searched and searched and searched. They finally found one but need a lot of money to buy it. In researching, the pastor found out that 87% of the church members give less than $50 per month to the church.
So, 2 weeks ago, he had a service about it. He had never talked about money before, but felt that it was a big problem because the members cared more about money than their church and God.
Today, he told us that after the 11:30 service on that day 2 weeks ago, he was praying to God that no first time visitors were at the church that day because he didn't want to turn them off. Then a woman and a man walked up to them. The woman said:
Hi. This is my first Sunday. (Our pastor cringes). The service was good. My husband and I have been married for 4.5 years and we have been doing it "our" way and it isn't working. We need God in our lives. God spoke to me today and told me that I needed to do something. I need to give you my wedding ring, and you are to sell it and use the money toward the building. We paid $16,500 for the ring.
Pastor Matt: No, no, I don't want your ring.
Woman: Listen, you must take the ring.
Pastor Matt: OK, ok.
So he took the ring and the woman and her husband left. The next weekend, there was a marriage retreat at the church. Matt had the ring with him and told the story of the woman who was called to give by God and followed him on blind faith, even as only a first time visitor to the church.
Later, a man at the retreat came up to Matt and told him that he wanted to buy the ring. He told him that it was probably only worth half of what she paid for it, but that he wanted to buy it for $17,000. Pastor Matt said deal.
Then, after the man wrote the check and handed it to Matt, Matt was handing the ring to the man when he said "No, I don't want the ring. There is just one thing you need to do. You need to give that woman back her ring."
At this point during the service, I am balling. I look around and others are too.
Blind faith. God called to the woman and she LISTENED. And she was blessed.
Amazing, isn't it?
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Hairspray. Sweet.
My sis Kel was in Minnesota for the last 7 days with her boyfriend Greg visiting his family and friends. We were looking at pictures this evening when she stopped to tell us a story about Greg.
They drove for three hours from a place they were visiting in Wisconsin to go to Greg's good friend's wedding. Upon checking into their hotel, they had 1 hour to be totally ready to go. Kel started to get ready and realized that she didn't have her hairspray. She asked Greg if he would mind checking out the hotel gift shop to see if they had any to buy. So, awesome guy that he is, he slipped on his flip flops and headed out.
25 minutes later, Kel was a little panicked because Greg hadn't returned and she was worried about him! Just then, he walked into the hotel room, completely drenched in sweat, holding a grocery bag.
"Honey, where did you go?!" Kel asked.
"I went to get you hairspray, but I had to run the whole way because it was kinda far to the store and I knew we didn't have much time to get ready." Replied Greg.
"Oh my goodness, I just wanted you to check the gift shop! Thanks so much!"
"Well, you said you needed it."
Some people I know are just awesome. Awesome enough to run two miles in flip flops for some hairspray.
:)
They drove for three hours from a place they were visiting in Wisconsin to go to Greg's good friend's wedding. Upon checking into their hotel, they had 1 hour to be totally ready to go. Kel started to get ready and realized that she didn't have her hairspray. She asked Greg if he would mind checking out the hotel gift shop to see if they had any to buy. So, awesome guy that he is, he slipped on his flip flops and headed out.
25 minutes later, Kel was a little panicked because Greg hadn't returned and she was worried about him! Just then, he walked into the hotel room, completely drenched in sweat, holding a grocery bag.
"Honey, where did you go?!" Kel asked.
"I went to get you hairspray, but I had to run the whole way because it was kinda far to the store and I knew we didn't have much time to get ready." Replied Greg.
"Oh my goodness, I just wanted you to check the gift shop! Thanks so much!"
"Well, you said you needed it."
Some people I know are just awesome. Awesome enough to run two miles in flip flops for some hairspray.
:)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
"Why do I only live with a Mom?"
Tonight on the way home from picking Brenden up from Jason (Ethan is away at church camp), he blurted out "Why do I only live with a Mom?" HUH? I asked him to repeat the question. He asked it again before clarifying by saying "I mean, why don't I live with a Mom and a Dad?" Insert sound of my heart breaking here.
See, Brenden turned 2 just two short months before Jason and I separated in December 2004. He doesn't remember that he ever lived with a Mom and a Dad, together. To him, life has always been about back and forth and up and down, and sometimes sideways for that matter. In choosing the best dad for my son I failed him. I failed both of them.
We were driving and I was caught off guard and I didn't do a good job of explaining it to him either. What are you supposed to say? Well, kid, your dad is a cheater and a liar and wanted to live with someone else instead of me? No. So I told him that his dad and I used to be married but we got a divorce. To this he said "Huh? Why'd you get unmarried?" His little voice was so small, so innocent. All I could muster up was telling him that we didn't get along. He didn't understand that. So I told him that we weren't happy together and he seemed to be okay with that explanation.
Then he changed subjects to my iPod.
Poor little guy.
See, Brenden turned 2 just two short months before Jason and I separated in December 2004. He doesn't remember that he ever lived with a Mom and a Dad, together. To him, life has always been about back and forth and up and down, and sometimes sideways for that matter. In choosing the best dad for my son I failed him. I failed both of them.
We were driving and I was caught off guard and I didn't do a good job of explaining it to him either. What are you supposed to say? Well, kid, your dad is a cheater and a liar and wanted to live with someone else instead of me? No. So I told him that his dad and I used to be married but we got a divorce. To this he said "Huh? Why'd you get unmarried?" His little voice was so small, so innocent. All I could muster up was telling him that we didn't get along. He didn't understand that. So I told him that we weren't happy together and he seemed to be okay with that explanation.
Then he changed subjects to my iPod.
Poor little guy.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Car accident
By the grace of God I narrowly escaped crashing into another car and a wall on the way to work today. It was awful.....I burst into tears when I realized I hadn't crashed into anything and no one had plummeted into the side of my car (considering I swerved into the carpool lane). My heart went crazy.
That's all.
That's all.
Friday, July 3, 2009
I don't know what to call it
I realize that a few of my recent posts have been about men, and I do apologize, but honestly, when I sit down and open up blogger, it's what is on my mind.
How can a woman who has been through what I have ever trust a man again?
At this point, I wonder if it's even possible.
As a teen I was infatuated with someone who used me over and over again, beating out of me any self confidence that I may have had.
At 18, I was married to someone who I couldn't talk to over dinner.
By 22, my husband had cheated on me at least once. I found out when his girlfriend showed up at my front door. I was four months pregnant.
At 24 I discovered that my husband was unfaithful again, only this time he wanted to leave me for his new girlfriend.
At 25 I was divorced with two kids.
At 28, my new boyfriend broke up with me for absolutely no apparent reason, claiming differences in lifestyle.
Then, that boyfriend tried relentlessly to win me back since he "couldn't think of anyone else but me."
Finally he stopped calling me out of the blue, eventually sending me an email to explain why it just isn't meant to be.
At 29, my current age, I have been through a string of men who, without fail, think that I'm the best thing since sliced bread at first. With constant flattery and attention giving, they woo me into believing that I actually am so damn special. Then, in a matter of days, weeks, maybe a month, without warning, I am suddenly not as special as I once was....I'm just like everybody else, and I am; I become, forgotten.
How would someone like me ever again be able to smile rather than scoff at a compliment, laugh at a joke rather than roll my eyes, believe words instead of doubt them?
I don't think I can anymore.
How can a woman who has been through what I have ever trust a man again?
At this point, I wonder if it's even possible.
As a teen I was infatuated with someone who used me over and over again, beating out of me any self confidence that I may have had.
At 18, I was married to someone who I couldn't talk to over dinner.
By 22, my husband had cheated on me at least once. I found out when his girlfriend showed up at my front door. I was four months pregnant.
At 24 I discovered that my husband was unfaithful again, only this time he wanted to leave me for his new girlfriend.
At 25 I was divorced with two kids.
At 28, my new boyfriend broke up with me for absolutely no apparent reason, claiming differences in lifestyle.
Then, that boyfriend tried relentlessly to win me back since he "couldn't think of anyone else but me."
Finally he stopped calling me out of the blue, eventually sending me an email to explain why it just isn't meant to be.
At 29, my current age, I have been through a string of men who, without fail, think that I'm the best thing since sliced bread at first. With constant flattery and attention giving, they woo me into believing that I actually am so damn special. Then, in a matter of days, weeks, maybe a month, without warning, I am suddenly not as special as I once was....I'm just like everybody else, and I am; I become, forgotten.
How would someone like me ever again be able to smile rather than scoff at a compliment, laugh at a joke rather than roll my eyes, believe words instead of doubt them?
I don't think I can anymore.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I am SO appealing!
I realize I blog about dating a lot, but oh well, sue me.
I just wanted to express these thoughts:
If I ever have to hear a man tell me how...
- Gorgeous
- Funny
- Smart
- Fun
- Intelligent
- Beautiful
- Awesome
- Wonderful
- Interesting
- Responsible
- Sexy
- Great at kissing
...I am EVER again in describing why he doesn't want to pursue dating me anymore I swear I am gonna shoot him!
If only I owned a gun!
I just wanted to express these thoughts:
If I ever have to hear a man tell me how...
- Gorgeous
- Funny
- Smart
- Fun
- Intelligent
- Beautiful
- Awesome
- Wonderful
- Interesting
- Responsible
- Sexy
- Great at kissing
...I am EVER again in describing why he doesn't want to pursue dating me anymore I swear I am gonna shoot him!
If only I owned a gun!
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