for the past year:
I have been having a conversation about the election with my Australian friend. We are respectful and feel safe expressing our thoughts with each other. There has not been the least bit of animosity towards each other about this election. Now why would he be interested in my election? I asked him if he was vested in the outcome? He said yes. There is a kinship that he feels. We have discussed his politics as well.
The differences between our politics are that I am a patriotic voter. I haven't missed an opportunity to vote except for one primary. He has to vote or he gets to pay a fine. I vote for people. He votes for the party and the party decides the person. There has been some upheaval and hijinks with the PM office. There has been four PM's in the span that Obama has been in office. If someone in your party thinks you aren't doing your job, they will do a 'civil' coo and take your spot!
I have heard of heated arguments causing family members to refuse talking to each other. My own brother got mad over FB posts that my father had posted. I refuse to let silly political opinions get in the way of important things! My loved ones are important. I have also have been putting my focus on God & things above. This will pass away. Straw & chaff.
the week before:
I have been fortifying myself on Isaiah 33. Oh, how pertinent to right now!
Sunday November 6, 2016:
I sent a sample ballot to my Australian friend to show him who I was voting for. His question was 'you vote for all the people listed?" It just drove the point home to me how I got to vote for people & not just a party...
Tuesday November 8, 2016:
I cast my lot. I stood in line for 18 minutes and 55 seconds & that was a first for me! I never had to stand in line before. While waiting found myself 'profiling' others around me wondering which candidate they were voting for. I planned on checking out the results for the first bit knowing that it was going to go to Hillary then I was going to pop in a movie and then off to bed. My state was the first to go to Trump. Wait! Something is up with Florida...... I ended up chatting with my Australian friend as we both watched the American people make a statement!
Wednesday November 9, 2016:
A new day! Psalm 40:2 "He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the muck & mire; He set my feet on the Rock & gave me a firm place to stand." It wasn't who got in the highest office of the land. It was that the election was the period at the end of a very murky and slimy chapter. Now a new chapter awaits all fresh and clean to start anew. Again it isn't about who was elected but rather it was that each vote casted came together and made a huge statement that stunned the world. Now to figure out what to do.
Thursday November 10, 2016:
The transition of power has begun although very awkward & stiff. The hot button word -- mandate -- was used because all three Branches of government are held by Republicans. Protests in all its ugliness are have been organized & have been very destructive.
When I heard mandate, I stopped. No, the mandate isn't for the president-elect. The mandate is the people. They made the statement Tuesday night. The people need to decide what that mandate is. Let me say it for the people!
People's Mandate: "We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, & secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves & our posterity, do ordain & establish this Constitution for the United States of America" have vowed to love one another from this day forward. It is no longer about the selfie. It is about respecting & uplifting my fellowman. That is what union is all about -- perfecting our love for one another.
Yes, I know tall order! But when you have the silent make their voice heard, it means they have been forgotten & it will not be tolerated anymore. We cannot survive by being this divided!!!! Behaving is a better statement than protesting.
John 15:8 "This is My Father's Glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be My disciples." What times we live in. What a contrast my life can be in this dark world...
Friday November 11, 2016:
I have a foxhole view of what is happening. I am livid that people are resorting to protests. Protests have never been constructive. I am trying to figure out how American can survive. My Australian friend sees a more arial view. He sees a revolution that is spreading worldwide. It isn't just Brexit or America's election but other countries like Australia is finding that expanding a progressive liberal agenda has to contract because it doesn't work.
Psalm 5:8 'Lead me, O Lord, in Your Righteousness because of my enemies-- make straight Your Way before me.'
Showing posts with label #ing my days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #ing my days. Show all posts
Saturday, November 12, 2016
Monday, July 06, 2015
a list vs off the cuff ...
I had a nice long vacation. This time I did not write down and map out what I wanted to accomplish with my ten days. There where some things that were a given like shopping with Mom and helping her with my nieces. It was the spaces where it was just me and the house. There is sooooooo much to do and I did not want to beat myself up about not accomplishing anything at the end.
I just wanted a reboot. Get rid of bad habits and make new ones. I am sooooooo tired of my messy house. With work it is so easy to be lazy about my house and about me. I wanted to change all of that. So how did I do?
I don't want to go to work in the morning, of course! However, I do feel very happy with my vacation. I loitered in bed when I could. I read whenever I wanted to. Picked up after myself. Cooked and cleaned up after myself. I never felt interrupted or frazzled because I had to go to work. I even did some writing. Some things got done and I am so happy. There are some things that still need attention but maybe now I can get to them. Well, the list is long but I got to keep going.
In a month's time I am taking another week off. I can't wait!! Do I write down a list or just go off the cuff? It is a battle. So much to accomplish but it sooooooo good to just enjoy life at a slower pace.
I just wanted a reboot. Get rid of bad habits and make new ones. I am sooooooo tired of my messy house. With work it is so easy to be lazy about my house and about me. I wanted to change all of that. So how did I do?
I don't want to go to work in the morning, of course! However, I do feel very happy with my vacation. I loitered in bed when I could. I read whenever I wanted to. Picked up after myself. Cooked and cleaned up after myself. I never felt interrupted or frazzled because I had to go to work. I even did some writing. Some things got done and I am so happy. There are some things that still need attention but maybe now I can get to them. Well, the list is long but I got to keep going.
In a month's time I am taking another week off. I can't wait!! Do I write down a list or just go off the cuff? It is a battle. So much to accomplish but it sooooooo good to just enjoy life at a slower pace.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
a thanksgiving pearl ...
Thanksgiving is essential to the life of a believer. It is the key to a full and abundant life. It unlocks Joy within the heart. What one thing encompasses respect, maners, love, relief, and thoughtfulness but giving thanks?
I became a believer when I was 5 but in 2003 with a job loss I knew I needed a restart. Meloncholy was my draft setting. I was slumped at the window of life watching the world go by without me. It was a good time to try thanksgiving for a change. It was a small step that got bigger and bigger with each passing year.
Thanksgiving is like a pearl. It takes an irrantant wrapped and wrapped with praise to be something of great worth. It puts the focus on the Heavenly Father's Mighty Arms than the pungy pesky problems. To sum up Psalms 107 from wastelands, darkness, rebellious ways, lost at sea to thanksgiving ... the upright SEE and Rejoice but all the wicked are shut up.(v. 42).
I SAW God come through when we had major storm  on July 1st. There was massive cleanup to do at my parents' place. The house, garage, and fishing boats escaped structural damage but the winds shredded the ancient trees. There was so much damage that at lunchtime I noticed how defeated my Dad was. I called the brother to come help. While Dad and the brother got the chainsaws up and chewing, my 10 year old nephew and I pulled and hauled big branches to the road. From this hardship I found out my nephew was a talker!
See, the men in my life are quiet and when there are problems afoot they hunker down to process. I never want to be the cause of their silence so I have been seeking God in understanding the inner-workings of man. Having this moment of time with a little man with a fresh divorce in his childhood was God-Given and is a keeper for a lifetime. I hope my nephew felt valued from having my ears as an audience.
God wasn't done with my lesson. I had a longstanding question for my Heavenly Father. Men grow men. What if there are no Godly men to come along side and mentor your man? Can a God-seeking girl be a healing presence and God's instrument in her man's life? Bob and Cheryl Moeller were sharing their book "How to Get Your Husband to Talk" on a podcast. I had done three things right. During a shared activity, I listened and asked clarifying questions. God is so Good. His Arms are Mighty in every storm. I am so thankful to have the summer afternoon to be at the feet of Jesus listening to a little man!
This story seems a bit glossed over so let me fill you in with some of the not so glamorous parts. It was a hot day and hard work. We were a freak show as people drove by real slow to see the massive damage. There was no electricity for a week. Mom and Dad had to come use my guest bathroom. The stress spurred on the shingles for Dad in the months following. This was a hard blow.
This is NOT easy and some irritants get by us to take us out. Sometimes the vision gets blurry before we realize we need a time out -- a declaration that this day is a day of Thanksgiving to God and whisper not a need or care. What a difference it makes. God doesn't need the Praise for Himself but rather the puny human is in need of praising the Heavenly Father. We are forgetful -- oh so forgetful. The world loudly and noisily lies to us and we easily believe the lies and promptly forget the Truth. Thanksgiving gives you SIGHT to see and to boldly Rejoice in God's Sovereignty. He never stops protecting or providing for our every need.
I must stay this again - I never want to forget that summer afternoon that my ears were in the presence of my nephew drinking in his every word. Thank You, Heavenly Father, for such a wonderful gift!
I became a believer when I was 5 but in 2003 with a job loss I knew I needed a restart. Meloncholy was my draft setting. I was slumped at the window of life watching the world go by without me. It was a good time to try thanksgiving for a change. It was a small step that got bigger and bigger with each passing year.
Thanksgiving is like a pearl. It takes an irrantant wrapped and wrapped with praise to be something of great worth. It puts the focus on the Heavenly Father's Mighty Arms than the pungy pesky problems. To sum up Psalms 107 from wastelands, darkness, rebellious ways, lost at sea to thanksgiving ... the upright SEE and Rejoice but all the wicked are shut up.(v. 42).
I SAW God come through when we had major storm  on July 1st. There was massive cleanup to do at my parents' place. The house, garage, and fishing boats escaped structural damage but the winds shredded the ancient trees. There was so much damage that at lunchtime I noticed how defeated my Dad was. I called the brother to come help. While Dad and the brother got the chainsaws up and chewing, my 10 year old nephew and I pulled and hauled big branches to the road. From this hardship I found out my nephew was a talker!
See, the men in my life are quiet and when there are problems afoot they hunker down to process. I never want to be the cause of their silence so I have been seeking God in understanding the inner-workings of man. Having this moment of time with a little man with a fresh divorce in his childhood was God-Given and is a keeper for a lifetime. I hope my nephew felt valued from having my ears as an audience.
God wasn't done with my lesson. I had a longstanding question for my Heavenly Father. Men grow men. What if there are no Godly men to come along side and mentor your man? Can a God-seeking girl be a healing presence and God's instrument in her man's life? Bob and Cheryl Moeller were sharing their book "How to Get Your Husband to Talk" on a podcast. I had done three things right. During a shared activity, I listened and asked clarifying questions. God is so Good. His Arms are Mighty in every storm. I am so thankful to have the summer afternoon to be at the feet of Jesus listening to a little man!
This story seems a bit glossed over so let me fill you in with some of the not so glamorous parts. It was a hot day and hard work. We were a freak show as people drove by real slow to see the massive damage. There was no electricity for a week. Mom and Dad had to come use my guest bathroom. The stress spurred on the shingles for Dad in the months following. This was a hard blow.
This is NOT easy and some irritants get by us to take us out. Sometimes the vision gets blurry before we realize we need a time out -- a declaration that this day is a day of Thanksgiving to God and whisper not a need or care. What a difference it makes. God doesn't need the Praise for Himself but rather the puny human is in need of praising the Heavenly Father. We are forgetful -- oh so forgetful. The world loudly and noisily lies to us and we easily believe the lies and promptly forget the Truth. Thanksgiving gives you SIGHT to see and to boldly Rejoice in God's Sovereignty. He never stops protecting or providing for our every need.
I must stay this again - I never want to forget that summer afternoon that my ears were in the presence of my nephew drinking in his every word. Thank You, Heavenly Father, for such a wonderful gift!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
my 15,340 day ...
Dear Heavenly Father,
Of late I have been numbering my days along the lines of noting how in the most alone times of my life, I was not alone. Thank You, Heavenly Father for being there all along. During those elementary years I was learning to obey my parents but ultimately learning to love You. I can see You there smiling upon me as I stood on my faith. Even in those crazy teenage years where I would cry myself to sleep because I was so sad and wondering why You would even create me. What was Your purpose for me? You were listening so quietly but allowing me to discover the importance of valuing others. Then those those lousy self help twenty something years where I kept trying to fix myself, You were waiting to for me to stop and let you God-help me. Then in the thirties where I was choosing the wrong path and yet trying to hold onto You, You were waiting for me to choose You only. Each step of the way, You were there. Even today when I like to take off from work and indulge myself on all things fun, I couldn't and I was scared that it would be another blurring hassle filled day at work. You surprised me again and give me a quiet day where I could catch up. Just what I needed. Thank You that on a special day that was basically ordinary, You cared for me ever so deeply.
As this day has approached, I am more at peace with myself because I am more at peace with You. You gave me the Joy epiphany I so needed and now you are showing me that I do indeed have a very special love story all my own. It doesn't matter that I am single, I've got love! I cannot wait to flesh out Your Passion for me onto paper.
Thank You for Your Gift of Salvation and ultimately Your Presence. I rest most confidently upon You never leaving me nor forsaking me. I am truly blessed.
always Yours,
keeper
Of late I have been numbering my days along the lines of noting how in the most alone times of my life, I was not alone. Thank You, Heavenly Father for being there all along. During those elementary years I was learning to obey my parents but ultimately learning to love You. I can see You there smiling upon me as I stood on my faith. Even in those crazy teenage years where I would cry myself to sleep because I was so sad and wondering why You would even create me. What was Your purpose for me? You were listening so quietly but allowing me to discover the importance of valuing others. Then those those lousy self help twenty something years where I kept trying to fix myself, You were waiting to for me to stop and let you God-help me. Then in the thirties where I was choosing the wrong path and yet trying to hold onto You, You were waiting for me to choose You only. Each step of the way, You were there. Even today when I like to take off from work and indulge myself on all things fun, I couldn't and I was scared that it would be another blurring hassle filled day at work. You surprised me again and give me a quiet day where I could catch up. Just what I needed. Thank You that on a special day that was basically ordinary, You cared for me ever so deeply.
As this day has approached, I am more at peace with myself because I am more at peace with You. You gave me the Joy epiphany I so needed and now you are showing me that I do indeed have a very special love story all my own. It doesn't matter that I am single, I've got love! I cannot wait to flesh out Your Passion for me onto paper.
Thank You for Your Gift of Salvation and ultimately Your Presence. I rest most confidently upon You never leaving me nor forsaking me. I am truly blessed.
always Yours,
keeper
Friday, December 31, 2010
What seed are you?
2010 has been the year of cancer. I am surrounded and dazed. I need a way out but there is no escape. All I can do is listen.
With each announcement of the diagnosis and with each turn for the worse, I get busy with praying. I am just an observer feeling helpless on the sidelines. My deep feelings come out in liquid form even when I rest on His Promises - even when I know death will never have victory.
Through the trenches of prayer 'warrioring', God has brought hymns and scriptures to mind to boost my hope. Sometimes it comes in my daily reading of the Scriptures like I Corinthians 15:35-58. On first reading what hope is found! The wasting earthly body will be clothe with glorious immortal body. Now that is something I can shout about after seeing a believer's body succumb to the ravages of cancer. Within the anguishes of prayer I thank God for His Ultimate Design of our glorious bodies in our Everlasting Life.
With a mind that sees pictures, I paused on our earthly body as a seed sown. Aren't seeds little packages of hope and expectation? Hasn't God given us talents and gifts to use for others? Hasn't our journey been filled with hardships and pain resulting in lessons filled with treasure? Put this all together. Wouldn't all we do and all the journey lessons we have required be all neatly packaged in this seed we call our flesh? So what you put into it is what you get? What kind of seed are you? It is frighting and exciting at the same time!
As this year closes and a new one begins, I will be reflecting on little seeds. Well, more like one little seed - me! Such potential to lay this little package God-Designed seed at my Savior's feet or what if the seed doesn't germinate? Yikes! Time to embrace my gifts with more fervor and be more joyful of my journey lessons for when time is no more, this little seed sown will be revealed.... WOW!!
Happy New Year!
Monday, July 20, 2009
footprints on the moon ...
Once upon an Sunday evening 40 years ago, did a young couple of 3 years holding a baby of 4 months go outside to view the moon that was the topic of the day because man made footprints up there? Did they just gaze into the starry sky leaving each other to their thoughts or did they speak in hush tones about the excitement? Did they feel that this was a turn for the better since there seemed to be such turmoil over Vietnam or did that not really matter because they lived in the Midwest? Did they wonder what possibilities there would be for their little daughter quietly sleeping in their arms that night? Did they wonder what the world would be like for their little one to grow up in?
I have always been intrigued by man walking on the moon and am proud to have been born in that year. I love looking at the pictures of my parents and me back then. It seemed like a softer time in middle America compared to the coasts. Soft sepia memories for sure! I haven't asked my parents about their memories or feelings about that night, I probably will but maybe it should be left to my own imagination of what I would have felt if I had been looking up in the night sky in a more grown up stage instead of the softly sleeping in my parents arms on that starry night long ago...
I have always been intrigued by man walking on the moon and am proud to have been born in that year. I love looking at the pictures of my parents and me back then. It seemed like a softer time in middle America compared to the coasts. Soft sepia memories for sure! I haven't asked my parents about their memories or feelings about that night, I probably will but maybe it should be left to my own imagination of what I would have felt if I had been looking up in the night sky in a more grown up stage instead of the softly sleeping in my parents arms on that starry night long ago...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
my 14,610 day ...
Wow! It is here and I am doing ok! That is a sigh of relief.
I have been wondering how I will deal with the middle ages of my life. There is a culture where everyone wants to get to 40 because they are respected and revered. Well, I don't live in that culture. Sooooo, was I going to let it get me down? I am not married and living in an apartment. No kids nor do I really want to handle that on my own. Oh, and the dreaded change that happens to all women. I guess that living on my own, no one will have to deal with my falling apart. And then there is a thought that as you get older that your circle of people get smaller and smaller. Mine is so small now what will happen..... stop....
That was where my mind was going in past years. Not this year I am glad to report. I start every year with a theme. A theme where I am searching for something. It is a request for God to come and surprise me with new learning and a renewing. This year is me allowing God to romance me with His Everlasting Love. I don't want this to be a surface thing I really want depth and width. I am soooooo sick of the unstable and weak. Won't take it no more! Man's love is so fleeting and feeble but God's love? EVERLASTING! This is where my mind is. I am totally focused on RECEIVING His Everlasting Love. I have rejected it in the past without realizing it. It is in the bad thoughts. You know, those negative thoughts that are always there. Do you realize that we woman think about if we are beautiful enough as much as men think about sex. I have decided that harnessing my thoughts on God's Everlasting Love is a do or die thing.
Another thought of sailing through this middle patch is that after listening to women who have come undone because of the woman change, I wonder if the major source of this dysfunction was because these women never dealt with stress. Stress is everywhere and cannot be avoided but learning what de-stresses you is extremely important to practice and do in life. Could women learn to de-stress and go through the change without medication and be intact physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually? This needs to remain a question. There is no need for you to answer me on this. Answer it for your own self.
With this question of going through the middle ages de-stressed and savoring and delight in my God, I have found a new passion - amigurumi. I have noticed that I have this passion that de-stressed the stress and fears of work. For me de-stressing is all about learning for me. I must not stop. There is always more I want to know so must never give up on learning. If I can learn to crochet in my middle ages with no human help then I can do it again in all my other curiosities. I must say here you cannot de-stress without a focused thought life on inviting His Everlasting Love and delighting and savoring it.
So on this happy day, I am numbering the Mighty Works God has done in my life. I am trilled with the passions and dreams He has given me. I am grateful that He takes the time to nudge me via my pet words to speak depth to me and my walk with Him. I am honored to have my family and puppers around me. Our lives are so connected and precious. Remembering to value and hold them as fleeting - treasures to store in Heaven. I have friends and memories to cherish and hold. It is the good with the bad that make our lives rich. I am valued to be called woman and beautiful by my Beloved. I am His and He is mine. My greatest gift to give is my smile and my softness but also remembering that it must never be thought of as weak because God's Strength is the source.
One last thing is that my relationship with God has to be top priority. I must read His Word as much as I pray. It must remain a two way street not just a whimpering mess on my part. Reading His Word has been like being full and hungry at the same time as it should be. I am satisfied but wanting more. MMM, yes, I admit I want to be a junkie with His Word!!! Oh Taste!!!!!! (Oh devour tooo) and see that He is Good...
All that we are promised is one day. What will I make of this day? It is a wonderful life, am I living it wonderful?
I rattle the lone marble in my glass jar. I stand on my writer's desk and shout 'Yes, This is a Wonderful Life. I choose to live it WONDERFULLY. Thank You, My Beloved for this precious life. My answer to Your Command - I CHOOSE LIFE. I CHOOSE WONDERFUL LIFE. I CHOOSE WONDERFUL EVERLASTING LIFE!''
I have been wondering how I will deal with the middle ages of my life. There is a culture where everyone wants to get to 40 because they are respected and revered. Well, I don't live in that culture. Sooooo, was I going to let it get me down? I am not married and living in an apartment. No kids nor do I really want to handle that on my own. Oh, and the dreaded change that happens to all women. I guess that living on my own, no one will have to deal with my falling apart. And then there is a thought that as you get older that your circle of people get smaller and smaller. Mine is so small now what will happen..... stop....
That was where my mind was going in past years. Not this year I am glad to report. I start every year with a theme. A theme where I am searching for something. It is a request for God to come and surprise me with new learning and a renewing. This year is me allowing God to romance me with His Everlasting Love. I don't want this to be a surface thing I really want depth and width. I am soooooo sick of the unstable and weak. Won't take it no more! Man's love is so fleeting and feeble but God's love? EVERLASTING! This is where my mind is. I am totally focused on RECEIVING His Everlasting Love. I have rejected it in the past without realizing it. It is in the bad thoughts. You know, those negative thoughts that are always there. Do you realize that we woman think about if we are beautiful enough as much as men think about sex. I have decided that harnessing my thoughts on God's Everlasting Love is a do or die thing.
Another thought of sailing through this middle patch is that after listening to women who have come undone because of the woman change, I wonder if the major source of this dysfunction was because these women never dealt with stress. Stress is everywhere and cannot be avoided but learning what de-stresses you is extremely important to practice and do in life. Could women learn to de-stress and go through the change without medication and be intact physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually? This needs to remain a question. There is no need for you to answer me on this. Answer it for your own self.
With this question of going through the middle ages de-stressed and savoring and delight in my God, I have found a new passion - amigurumi. I have noticed that I have this passion that de-stressed the stress and fears of work. For me de-stressing is all about learning for me. I must not stop. There is always more I want to know so must never give up on learning. If I can learn to crochet in my middle ages with no human help then I can do it again in all my other curiosities. I must say here you cannot de-stress without a focused thought life on inviting His Everlasting Love and delighting and savoring it.
So on this happy day, I am numbering the Mighty Works God has done in my life. I am trilled with the passions and dreams He has given me. I am grateful that He takes the time to nudge me via my pet words to speak depth to me and my walk with Him. I am honored to have my family and puppers around me. Our lives are so connected and precious. Remembering to value and hold them as fleeting - treasures to store in Heaven. I have friends and memories to cherish and hold. It is the good with the bad that make our lives rich. I am valued to be called woman and beautiful by my Beloved. I am His and He is mine. My greatest gift to give is my smile and my softness but also remembering that it must never be thought of as weak because God's Strength is the source.
One last thing is that my relationship with God has to be top priority. I must read His Word as much as I pray. It must remain a two way street not just a whimpering mess on my part. Reading His Word has been like being full and hungry at the same time as it should be. I am satisfied but wanting more. MMM, yes, I admit I want to be a junkie with His Word!!! Oh Taste!!!!!! (Oh devour tooo) and see that He is Good...
All that we are promised is one day. What will I make of this day? It is a wonderful life, am I living it wonderful?
I rattle the lone marble in my glass jar. I stand on my writer's desk and shout 'Yes, This is a Wonderful Life. I choose to live it WONDERFULLY. Thank You, My Beloved for this precious life. My answer to Your Command - I CHOOSE LIFE. I CHOOSE WONDERFUL LIFE. I CHOOSE WONDERFUL EVERLASTING LIFE!''
Sunday, December 28, 2008
my 14,525th day
1. The 3 monkeys made for my little niece, nephew, and tween niece seemed to be a hit. The nephew was really giving his train monkey a workout! I hope my workmanship holds up to the wear and tear!
2. Made white origami Christmas tree name cards with a different 'fear not' verse on the back of each for each of us to read aloud because I wanted to encourage each family member that we are not given the spirit of fear. Bravo! I didn't chicken out. However, a lot of tears as the sister-in-law whose job was the safest out of the lot was lost past Monday due to false accusations. She has been getting a lot of fear not and trust God messages. I had Dad follow up with prayer. It has been amazing to exhale as a family and see how God has been working in our lives.
3. Added 3 lip goo to my collection! Plus, a really simple patriotic stationary ... hmm, maybe I should start writing long hand!
2. Made white origami Christmas tree name cards with a different 'fear not' verse on the back of each for each of us to read aloud because I wanted to encourage each family member that we are not given the spirit of fear. Bravo! I didn't chicken out. However, a lot of tears as the sister-in-law whose job was the safest out of the lot was lost past Monday due to false accusations. She has been getting a lot of fear not and trust God messages. I had Dad follow up with prayer. It has been amazing to exhale as a family and see how God has been working in our lives.
3. Added 3 lip goo to my collection! Plus, a really simple patriotic stationary ... hmm, maybe I should start writing long hand!
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