Even if you're not a blonde, we all have them. BLONDE MOMENTS!!!
I was inspired to write a post about my ditziness by a fellow blogger: jenthenewlywed.blogspot.com
Here is my list of 7 most memorable moments...for now:
1. when I was in highschool and learning how to drive, my mom let me drive her car to the grocery store with her and my little brother. My little brother was making me very upset by making fun of me (like all little brothers do). There was a ratty car in front of me with lights blinking out of both tail lights. I was so upset I yelled at my brother telling him to shut up and said "I wish this stupid car would just pick a blinker!!!" To which my mom informed me were hazard lights. I still cannot live that one down in my family.
2. I took my dog to the vet to finish her puppy shots. When I came out of the office I proceeded to walk to what I thought was my car and put my key in it to unlock it. When it wouldnt unlock I paniced and tried and tried to unlock it. But nothing worked. I did not know what to do so I started to call my dad for help until I stepped away and saw that it was NOT my car but one exactly like it right next to mine! I also saw the lady sitting in it looking at me very weird. I was so embarrassed I just drove away as fast as I could! LOL
3. I was in TaeKwon-do and was doing warm ups. I did a highkick and my knee hit me in the face and busted my lip. I did bleed..quite a bit. My coach just laughed at me and so did I. What else could I do?
4. My parents had just installed a glass door, you know the ones that go in front of the "real" front door. Aparently I was not used to the new edition quite yet and ran right into trying to walk out the door.
5. I was raking leaves as part of my chore list my parents had given me. We have a big oak tree in their backyard. I was raking leaves around the tree and tripped over its big roots. I fell backwards and landed on the window sill with my rear through the glass window.
6. I sometimes get frustrated with electronics not working because I have forgotten to turn the power button on.
7. And my family's ABSOLUTE favorite...I had a meeting in a professional building. I decided to take the elevator back down to the parking lot. I got in the elevator pushed door close and proceded to wait for the elevator to deliver me to the correct floor. After about 5 minutes the elevator had not moved. I began getting worried and thought that I was stuck. I called my dad because I was very nervous and asked "Dad I think I'm stuck in this elevator. What do I do?" He asked me "sweetheart did you press the floor button?" I looked at the buttons and none of them were lit up...I paused and pressed level 1. "I said it worked! Thanks Dad! I must have forgotten to press it" LOL
So there you have it...I have told on myself. But I live by the saying you need to learn to laugh at yourself. Do not ever take yourself too seriously...life is too much fun!
Blessings
Whitney
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Never Has a Blog Impacted Me More Than This....
I write this blog today with a burdened heart. I was blog surfing at work today and stumbled upon a blog titled The Journey. Its about a woman who has devoted her life to the mission field in Uganda and ministers to the children there. I have no words to really to explain what I felt as read what I am about to share with you. We live here in America in our world of blackberrys, name brand clothes, and SUVs. We have the "American Dream" with our two story brick homes and white fences that we really don't bother to look past. We worship God in our churches but fail so often to see beyond the pew. To be honest the closest most people get to missions is what they put in the offering plate. We "adopt children", send them money, and put their picture on our stainless steel refrigerator that is packed with food we won't ever eat in a month, and we fail to see who they are. It makes me so sad that the best food a lot of children in this world will ever eat is liquified corn meal. Children are living with HIV and AIDS, they can't eat, their bodies are infested and infected and our biggest problem is whether or not to pass a governmental health care program. Yes, I am aware that there are a lot of poverty stricken children and families in our own country but how many of those children have you seen are infested with worms throughout their entire body? It breaks my heart. Below is a single blog entry from the missonary woman I mentioned previously. I think her name is Katie but I'm not sure. Its lengthy but I promise if you read you will not be disappointed. I couldn't read the whole thing without crying.
Her blog name is The Journey and the link is : http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-warned-i-always-re-read-things.html
"be warned: I always re-read things before I post them. I didn't re-read this one, it is liable to be messy...I am processing so many emotions right now; I'm just going to go ahead and let you know that this post will not be eloquent or well written. It will not be a beautifully worded story, but just the ramblings of a mom who is tired today. It will just be, and it will be good enough.On Thursday of last week,I went to check on Michael, a sweet little boy from the Karamajong village that we took care of a few weeks ago. I found him with open sores all over his body. As a result of severe malnutrition, Michael weighs just ten kilos at 6 years old. He is no taller than Jane (my two and a half year old). His skin is breaking and unable to repair itself because his immune system is so weak. His hair is white as snow and his skin is yellow and splotchy and his smile and little bug out eyes can melt your heart and light up the room. Michael is fearfully and wonderfully made, created in the image of my Savior.I have warned myself over and over that I must NOT start bring home children from the Karamajong village. We feed them lunch and supper every day and twice a week I drive my van, the trunk loaded with a mini pharmacy, into the middle of their village and treat anything I can. And I told myself and told myself that I would not bring them home for treatment, that twice a week visits were all I could handle right now. I wanted so badly to guard my heart because here's the thing: once you take one, you may end up with 13. I knew that once I had taken one sick child from this village home for rehab, there would be not stopping point because these children are ALL ALWAYS sick.But as I looked at Michael, I saw no alternative. He needed to be bathed in warm water every day. He needed milk and eggs and ORS and multivitamins and fresh fruits and vegetables and there was no way I could get him all those things regularly where he was. Even if I did, there was no guarantee that his parents would not sell these things and continue only feeding him posho (corn flour). So he came home. He tested negative for HIV, TB and typhoid and we began a pretty rigid deworming routine as well as a highly caloric, protein packed diet. In the last 5 days he has gained 2.5 pounds (that's a lot if you only weigh 20!) but he has gained more than that. I have watched him transform from a lifeless, expressionless little boy who slept all day and was unresponsive to a over-the-top cheerful, sometimes down right ornery little boy who hardly ever stops smiling and loves playing games with other children. The transformation has been remarkable.I will keep him for about another week as I begin counseling his father and step mother (this is the biggest issue, often second wives do not want to care for their husband's other children and sometimes even write them off as cursed or not worthy of food and provision...) about the most nutritious foods for him, frequent meals, bathing, ect. My heart will break to take him back and yet I will know that it is what is best for him and his family.Wednesday as I met with the Karamjong children for Bible study a woman walked up to me and handed me a baby that I presumed to be dead. And then she breathed.The mother told me that she was quite positive that she (the mother) had HIV and therefore was not breastfeeding her 10 pound, 9 month old little girl. I asked, quite obviously, what she had been feeding her then? And this was the response that awaited me, "Nothing. We have no food." Um. NO wonder the baby looked dead. She almost was. I pleaded the mother to let me take her with me, to be tested for HIV and be fed. The mother instanly agreed but fist wanted to show me her house.I think I have seen it all. And then this happens. Thier house was made of cardboard and was smaller than the bed I sleep in at night. On the floor lay filthy old rags on which they slept and a pile of charcoal which they cooked on (when they did have food, I guess). I almost dropped on my knees right there. It was one of those I-just-don't-have-a-clue-what-to-do-next moments. So I did the only thing that comes naturally to me. I scooped her up. I prayed for her mother and the 6 other children living in the house/box and promised to return. I drove as fast as I safely could to the nearest semi-good hospital and then to get some high energy formula.For the first 24 hours, I could hardly stand to look at sweet baby Patricia (her parents had not named her for fear she would die, and I could think of no one better to name her after than my precious Mommy). The hurt and the hunger in her lifeless little eyes was simply unbearable. Every time I changed her diaper, more big fat worms (we are talking really large, earth worm sized) had come out. I cried for the things this child has had to endue for so long. And I cried to know that though I deworm her now, the minute I take her back to her mother, the worms will return. Her HIV test came back negative and I am praising Jesus for that. She was diagnosed with severe pnemonia and malnutrition. She can hardly sleep at night for coughing so much.Friends, I ask for prayer. For these children and for my heart. I have fallen in love with Michael and Patricia. Their sweet faces that arer Jesus. The tear stream down as I write this and have to think about taking them back to their parents, who I will try to help as much as possible, but still have such fear in my heart about. I look at their surroundings and simply wonder how children survive in this harsh world.I am sad and I am angry. Between no sleep and a million doctors appointments (imagine that in Uganda you wait even LONGER in the hospital than you do in the US...) and Bible club on Thursday and Saturday program tomorrow and trying to raise 13 children and spend enough time with each of them, maybe you will right my saddess and anger of as the rantings of an exhausted mother and maybe they are, but this is my blog and I am going to say what I feel like. I am MAD. I have been sad and broken for these children for so long and it has finally turned into a hardened anger. I am angry that this culture so lies to women that Michael's stepmother believes that she does not have to care for this child who is not biologically hers, though she has ample means to. I am angry that in the "Pearl of Africa" and the most fertile region of it at that, a mother has litteraly NO food to feed her baby, not to mention herself or 6 other kids. I am angry that the result of this is that these sweet ones suffer in their innocence. I have said it before and it still holds true: I DO NOT BELIEVE that the God of the universe created too many children in His image and not enough love or food or care to go around. In fact I believe that He created the Body of Christ for just that, to help these little ones, the least of these. And I believe that except for a handful, the Body of Christ is failing. And its not just me who thinks this. When I'm angry, I like to research so that I can at least feel a bit justified in my rage ;) According to several differnt resources, there are an average of 147 million orphaned children in the world today (this statistic includes children who have lost only one parent as well), 11 million children starve to death each year or die from preventable, treatable illness. 8.5 million children work as child slaves, prostitutes, or in other horrific conditions (making things like that cute baby Gap dress Jane wore today...) 2.3 million children world wide are living with HIV.That is 168.8 million needy children like Michael and Patricia. Seems like a big number, huh? It shouldn't, because there are 2.1 BILLION people on this earth who profess to be Christians. Jesus followers. Servants. Gospel live-ers. And id only 8 percent of those Christians would care for just ONE of these needy children, they would all be taken care of.And now I'm just sad again. And I want to take care of all 169 million. But as I look into Patricia's eyes, that since just 48 hours ago have turned bright and smiley, as I smell her hair freshly washed with baby shampoo and snuggle her into her new footie pajamas (side note: is their ANYTHING cuter than a baby in soft cotton footie pajamas?!) God tells me that this one is enough. That He will hold the others while they wait for someone to come along and hold them tight and give them their milk and their medicine. That He doesn't ask me to take them all but to stop for the ONE because that one is Jesus, His son. Stop for the little boy with white haid and scabs covering his body, stop for the baby with feces covering her dress, so weak she can't hold up her hear. Stop and take the ones right in front of me any trust Him with the rest. He whispers that it will be ok and that I can smile because tonight 2 less children are hungry and that is good for today.My anger is gone and I am just a mom who is tired and going to make another bottle and tuck her children into bed and love them the best that I can, as we as a family love the ones God has entrusted us with. Tomorrow I will brainstorm and pray and come up with the best way to take Michael and Patricia back to their homes, possibly find their parents jobs, or supply them with food and medicine. Tomorrow I will remember that they were never mine to begin with, that they are HIS and He will go with them where I cannot. But tonight I will just be. I will just sit with my Father in my sadness and brokeness and anger and ask Him why His innocent children must suffer and beg Him to move people to action and let Him hold me as I hold the baby He has blessed me with for today. "
Her blog name is The Journey and the link is : http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-warned-i-always-re-read-things.html
"be warned: I always re-read things before I post them. I didn't re-read this one, it is liable to be messy...I am processing so many emotions right now; I'm just going to go ahead and let you know that this post will not be eloquent or well written. It will not be a beautifully worded story, but just the ramblings of a mom who is tired today. It will just be, and it will be good enough.On Thursday of last week,I went to check on Michael, a sweet little boy from the Karamajong village that we took care of a few weeks ago. I found him with open sores all over his body. As a result of severe malnutrition, Michael weighs just ten kilos at 6 years old. He is no taller than Jane (my two and a half year old). His skin is breaking and unable to repair itself because his immune system is so weak. His hair is white as snow and his skin is yellow and splotchy and his smile and little bug out eyes can melt your heart and light up the room. Michael is fearfully and wonderfully made, created in the image of my Savior.I have warned myself over and over that I must NOT start bring home children from the Karamajong village. We feed them lunch and supper every day and twice a week I drive my van, the trunk loaded with a mini pharmacy, into the middle of their village and treat anything I can. And I told myself and told myself that I would not bring them home for treatment, that twice a week visits were all I could handle right now. I wanted so badly to guard my heart because here's the thing: once you take one, you may end up with 13. I knew that once I had taken one sick child from this village home for rehab, there would be not stopping point because these children are ALL ALWAYS sick.But as I looked at Michael, I saw no alternative. He needed to be bathed in warm water every day. He needed milk and eggs and ORS and multivitamins and fresh fruits and vegetables and there was no way I could get him all those things regularly where he was. Even if I did, there was no guarantee that his parents would not sell these things and continue only feeding him posho (corn flour). So he came home. He tested negative for HIV, TB and typhoid and we began a pretty rigid deworming routine as well as a highly caloric, protein packed diet. In the last 5 days he has gained 2.5 pounds (that's a lot if you only weigh 20!) but he has gained more than that. I have watched him transform from a lifeless, expressionless little boy who slept all day and was unresponsive to a over-the-top cheerful, sometimes down right ornery little boy who hardly ever stops smiling and loves playing games with other children. The transformation has been remarkable.I will keep him for about another week as I begin counseling his father and step mother (this is the biggest issue, often second wives do not want to care for their husband's other children and sometimes even write them off as cursed or not worthy of food and provision...) about the most nutritious foods for him, frequent meals, bathing, ect. My heart will break to take him back and yet I will know that it is what is best for him and his family.Wednesday as I met with the Karamjong children for Bible study a woman walked up to me and handed me a baby that I presumed to be dead. And then she breathed.The mother told me that she was quite positive that she (the mother) had HIV and therefore was not breastfeeding her 10 pound, 9 month old little girl. I asked, quite obviously, what she had been feeding her then? And this was the response that awaited me, "Nothing. We have no food." Um. NO wonder the baby looked dead. She almost was. I pleaded the mother to let me take her with me, to be tested for HIV and be fed. The mother instanly agreed but fist wanted to show me her house.I think I have seen it all. And then this happens. Thier house was made of cardboard and was smaller than the bed I sleep in at night. On the floor lay filthy old rags on which they slept and a pile of charcoal which they cooked on (when they did have food, I guess). I almost dropped on my knees right there. It was one of those I-just-don't-have-a-clue-what-to-do-next moments. So I did the only thing that comes naturally to me. I scooped her up. I prayed for her mother and the 6 other children living in the house/box and promised to return. I drove as fast as I safely could to the nearest semi-good hospital and then to get some high energy formula.For the first 24 hours, I could hardly stand to look at sweet baby Patricia (her parents had not named her for fear she would die, and I could think of no one better to name her after than my precious Mommy). The hurt and the hunger in her lifeless little eyes was simply unbearable. Every time I changed her diaper, more big fat worms (we are talking really large, earth worm sized) had come out. I cried for the things this child has had to endue for so long. And I cried to know that though I deworm her now, the minute I take her back to her mother, the worms will return. Her HIV test came back negative and I am praising Jesus for that. She was diagnosed with severe pnemonia and malnutrition. She can hardly sleep at night for coughing so much.Friends, I ask for prayer. For these children and for my heart. I have fallen in love with Michael and Patricia. Their sweet faces that arer Jesus. The tear stream down as I write this and have to think about taking them back to their parents, who I will try to help as much as possible, but still have such fear in my heart about. I look at their surroundings and simply wonder how children survive in this harsh world.I am sad and I am angry. Between no sleep and a million doctors appointments (imagine that in Uganda you wait even LONGER in the hospital than you do in the US...) and Bible club on Thursday and Saturday program tomorrow and trying to raise 13 children and spend enough time with each of them, maybe you will right my saddess and anger of as the rantings of an exhausted mother and maybe they are, but this is my blog and I am going to say what I feel like. I am MAD. I have been sad and broken for these children for so long and it has finally turned into a hardened anger. I am angry that this culture so lies to women that Michael's stepmother believes that she does not have to care for this child who is not biologically hers, though she has ample means to. I am angry that in the "Pearl of Africa" and the most fertile region of it at that, a mother has litteraly NO food to feed her baby, not to mention herself or 6 other kids. I am angry that the result of this is that these sweet ones suffer in their innocence. I have said it before and it still holds true: I DO NOT BELIEVE that the God of the universe created too many children in His image and not enough love or food or care to go around. In fact I believe that He created the Body of Christ for just that, to help these little ones, the least of these. And I believe that except for a handful, the Body of Christ is failing. And its not just me who thinks this. When I'm angry, I like to research so that I can at least feel a bit justified in my rage ;) According to several differnt resources, there are an average of 147 million orphaned children in the world today (this statistic includes children who have lost only one parent as well), 11 million children starve to death each year or die from preventable, treatable illness. 8.5 million children work as child slaves, prostitutes, or in other horrific conditions (making things like that cute baby Gap dress Jane wore today...) 2.3 million children world wide are living with HIV.That is 168.8 million needy children like Michael and Patricia. Seems like a big number, huh? It shouldn't, because there are 2.1 BILLION people on this earth who profess to be Christians. Jesus followers. Servants. Gospel live-ers. And id only 8 percent of those Christians would care for just ONE of these needy children, they would all be taken care of.And now I'm just sad again. And I want to take care of all 169 million. But as I look into Patricia's eyes, that since just 48 hours ago have turned bright and smiley, as I smell her hair freshly washed with baby shampoo and snuggle her into her new footie pajamas (side note: is their ANYTHING cuter than a baby in soft cotton footie pajamas?!) God tells me that this one is enough. That He will hold the others while they wait for someone to come along and hold them tight and give them their milk and their medicine. That He doesn't ask me to take them all but to stop for the ONE because that one is Jesus, His son. Stop for the little boy with white haid and scabs covering his body, stop for the baby with feces covering her dress, so weak she can't hold up her hear. Stop and take the ones right in front of me any trust Him with the rest. He whispers that it will be ok and that I can smile because tonight 2 less children are hungry and that is good for today.My anger is gone and I am just a mom who is tired and going to make another bottle and tuck her children into bed and love them the best that I can, as we as a family love the ones God has entrusted us with. Tomorrow I will brainstorm and pray and come up with the best way to take Michael and Patricia back to their homes, possibly find their parents jobs, or supply them with food and medicine. Tomorrow I will remember that they were never mine to begin with, that they are HIS and He will go with them where I cannot. But tonight I will just be. I will just sit with my Father in my sadness and brokeness and anger and ask Him why His innocent children must suffer and beg Him to move people to action and let Him hold me as I hold the baby He has blessed me with for today. "
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Random Little Things
Good late morning you precious bloggers!
This post is going to consist of a bunch of random little things because since I haven't posted in a while there is a lot to share.
1. I am very sickened by our government right now. Acorn? Seriously, what are we thinking?
2. Kanye West is such a rude little famous man. Taylor Swift is so sweet and innocent, she won that award fair and square!
3. Beyonce, even though your outfit was a little immodest, you showed a lot of class by giving Taylor her time to accept her award the right way.
4. My labor day weekend was amazing! I spent the time with my grandmother doing lots of girlie things like watching Audrey Hepburn movies (my favorite of all time) and shopping and lots of cooking!
5. I think I am going to get a doggie today! Matt and I went to the SPCA last night and we are going back tonight to possibly adopt a little furry friend! I am so excited!!!! I have been thinking about getting a dog for a couple of months now but it is a very big decision and I just wanted to make sure I can commit to the responsiblity. I did so much research with my vet and the animal professionals at the SPCA they all probably think I'm crazy! :)
Well thats my life in a nutshell so far!
By the way, God is so good. I am more than greatful for his love and acceptance. Words cannot even express what I am thinking right now.
Chris Tomlin writes in song "How Great is our God?" Tell me, how Great is God in your life? Let me know what he has done or is doing in your life! (leave a comment if you wish) He is worthy to talk about and be praised!!! The psalmist shouts of the blessings God did for him. Lets honor our King by giving Him the Praise and Adoration He is so worthy of!
Rejoicing with others as God moves in their hearts and lives is one of the many many blessings we have when we get to fellowship with others.
Be blessed!
Whitney
This post is going to consist of a bunch of random little things because since I haven't posted in a while there is a lot to share.
1. I am very sickened by our government right now. Acorn? Seriously, what are we thinking?
2. Kanye West is such a rude little famous man. Taylor Swift is so sweet and innocent, she won that award fair and square!
3. Beyonce, even though your outfit was a little immodest, you showed a lot of class by giving Taylor her time to accept her award the right way.
4. My labor day weekend was amazing! I spent the time with my grandmother doing lots of girlie things like watching Audrey Hepburn movies (my favorite of all time) and shopping and lots of cooking!
5. I think I am going to get a doggie today! Matt and I went to the SPCA last night and we are going back tonight to possibly adopt a little furry friend! I am so excited!!!! I have been thinking about getting a dog for a couple of months now but it is a very big decision and I just wanted to make sure I can commit to the responsiblity. I did so much research with my vet and the animal professionals at the SPCA they all probably think I'm crazy! :)
Well thats my life in a nutshell so far!
By the way, God is so good. I am more than greatful for his love and acceptance. Words cannot even express what I am thinking right now.
Chris Tomlin writes in song "How Great is our God?" Tell me, how Great is God in your life? Let me know what he has done or is doing in your life! (leave a comment if you wish) He is worthy to talk about and be praised!!! The psalmist shouts of the blessings God did for him. Lets honor our King by giving Him the Praise and Adoration He is so worthy of!
Rejoicing with others as God moves in their hearts and lives is one of the many many blessings we have when we get to fellowship with others.
Be blessed!
Whitney
Friday, September 4, 2009
Pre Labor Day Weekend Post
Its friday....
I am not to excited about it because unlike eveyone else in America I do NOT have a 3 day weekend...Boo to that. I have to work tomorrow..on labor day weekend!!! How unamerican is that??? Oh well I cant complain too much about it because I still get Sunday and Monday off as well as Wednesday, so I only work 3 days next week and I get the whole weekend off as well.
Ok enough of my complaints, this weekend is going to be a good one. I am determined. Matt is out of town visiting some college friends in South Carolina. I am really happy that is he is treating himself to a vacation, he deserves to have some fun. In the mean time, I have a full weekend planned ahead of me. I am babysitting his nephews tonight. I can see some Guitar Hero (world tour edition) in my future for tonight! I am always the singer because they think that I stink at all the other instruments...sadly they are right lol. Tomorrow I am working and then going to spend some time with my grandmother. I am so excited about spending saturday and sunday with her. I am ready for some girl time with her and to visit. Going over to her house is always such a spiritual encouragement for me. She is the sweetest and I am so glad she is my grandmother. Her house is a refuge of prayer, peace, and yummy food! She always shows me new things to cook. I love it at her house...many many memorable times from my childhood were at my grandmother and grandaddy's. Sunday we will go to church and rest! Monday I have an hour massage with hot stone therapy scheduled. I have never had a hot stone massage before so if any one out there in the blog world can give me an idea about it I would be ever so greatful.
Then on monday afternoon the best part of my weekend happens...I get to go pick up my man from the airport!!!!! Dont get me wrong, I am so happy he is having a great time but by the time monday comes I will be ready to have him back!
So what are you doing for Labor day weekend? Fill me in on all your fun plans!
Blessing to all
Whitney
I am not to excited about it because unlike eveyone else in America I do NOT have a 3 day weekend...Boo to that. I have to work tomorrow..on labor day weekend!!! How unamerican is that??? Oh well I cant complain too much about it because I still get Sunday and Monday off as well as Wednesday, so I only work 3 days next week and I get the whole weekend off as well.
Ok enough of my complaints, this weekend is going to be a good one. I am determined. Matt is out of town visiting some college friends in South Carolina. I am really happy that is he is treating himself to a vacation, he deserves to have some fun. In the mean time, I have a full weekend planned ahead of me. I am babysitting his nephews tonight. I can see some Guitar Hero (world tour edition) in my future for tonight! I am always the singer because they think that I stink at all the other instruments...sadly they are right lol. Tomorrow I am working and then going to spend some time with my grandmother. I am so excited about spending saturday and sunday with her. I am ready for some girl time with her and to visit. Going over to her house is always such a spiritual encouragement for me. She is the sweetest and I am so glad she is my grandmother. Her house is a refuge of prayer, peace, and yummy food! She always shows me new things to cook. I love it at her house...many many memorable times from my childhood were at my grandmother and grandaddy's. Sunday we will go to church and rest! Monday I have an hour massage with hot stone therapy scheduled. I have never had a hot stone massage before so if any one out there in the blog world can give me an idea about it I would be ever so greatful.
Then on monday afternoon the best part of my weekend happens...I get to go pick up my man from the airport!!!!! Dont get me wrong, I am so happy he is having a great time but by the time monday comes I will be ready to have him back!
So what are you doing for Labor day weekend? Fill me in on all your fun plans!
Blessing to all
Whitney
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Monday's Post on a Tuesday
Good morning everyone!
I am feeling a little lazy about writing today so here is a weekend recap in jot-list form
1. friday matt and I just hung out and relaxed after work.
2. saturday we hung out at his house for a couple of hours, he helped his mom plant a tree, we went and visited his brother and sister in law and their kids, and then I went home made a pasta salad, picked up rachel and went to GIRLS NIGHT!!!
3. it was so fun we all cooked some yummy food and played really fun games! I am so glad everyone came and make the night such a great time!
4. sunday we went to church and ate lunch with his family. His mom made such a great meal!
5. I am at work today and I'm not really feeling the working spirit.
6. This is a short post, I am feeling exceptionally lazy today. I want to crawl in bed and play wheel of fortune on my laptop. So judge me but I'm addicted!
Blessings
Whitney
I am feeling a little lazy about writing today so here is a weekend recap in jot-list form
1. friday matt and I just hung out and relaxed after work.
2. saturday we hung out at his house for a couple of hours, he helped his mom plant a tree, we went and visited his brother and sister in law and their kids, and then I went home made a pasta salad, picked up rachel and went to GIRLS NIGHT!!!
3. it was so fun we all cooked some yummy food and played really fun games! I am so glad everyone came and make the night such a great time!
4. sunday we went to church and ate lunch with his family. His mom made such a great meal!
5. I am at work today and I'm not really feeling the working spirit.
6. This is a short post, I am feeling exceptionally lazy today. I want to crawl in bed and play wheel of fortune on my laptop. So judge me but I'm addicted!
Blessings
Whitney
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Held Together By Grace
Yesterday was not a good day. I was tired, overwhlemed, and cried on the way to taco bell. I'm not joking, it really happened ya'll, I just lost it!
Anyway, yesterday I was so desperate for God just to come down here and rescue me! I did my daily Bible study at lunch hoping something in my heart and attitude would change. It helped a little bit but it didn't really *fix* anything. I struggled all day asking God to help me change my attitude and give me joy but I just kept feeling like I was falling apart little by little. Well that evening, I was going through my little notebook of sermon notes that I keep on sundays from the worship service. I came across one line that changed my perspective immediately! Pastor Gregg a couple of months ago was teaching on God's peace. All day I had been trying to hold myself together, I had been trying to *do* all these things to make myself feel better, but this one sentence I read changed all that. The one little sentence was "Our lives are held together by grace." Oh how sweet that one little sentence was! I immediately felt a sense of freedom and relief! Ya'll Jesus is the one who holds us together. We don't have to perform, or *do* a daily spriritual checklist to ensure that we have it all in order, it is His GRACE alone that is the glue of our lives.
Jesus' love for us is kind and everlasting. It never changes and is always present. If you ever find yourself struggling to hold it together, let go and remember that your life is held together by the precious grace of Jesus. God does not require us to fulfill a certain criteria or perform before he is willing to help us. It is never about us or what we do, but it is all about Him and what he does in us and through us! All He wants is for us to surrender our hearts and our lives and be moldable to his truth and his purpose so *HE* can live it out in us.
We are the beloved and beautiful creation of God. Let his grace hold you together today.
Blessings!
Whitney
Anyway, yesterday I was so desperate for God just to come down here and rescue me! I did my daily Bible study at lunch hoping something in my heart and attitude would change. It helped a little bit but it didn't really *fix* anything. I struggled all day asking God to help me change my attitude and give me joy but I just kept feeling like I was falling apart little by little. Well that evening, I was going through my little notebook of sermon notes that I keep on sundays from the worship service. I came across one line that changed my perspective immediately! Pastor Gregg a couple of months ago was teaching on God's peace. All day I had been trying to hold myself together, I had been trying to *do* all these things to make myself feel better, but this one sentence I read changed all that. The one little sentence was "Our lives are held together by grace." Oh how sweet that one little sentence was! I immediately felt a sense of freedom and relief! Ya'll Jesus is the one who holds us together. We don't have to perform, or *do* a daily spriritual checklist to ensure that we have it all in order, it is His GRACE alone that is the glue of our lives.
Jesus' love for us is kind and everlasting. It never changes and is always present. If you ever find yourself struggling to hold it together, let go and remember that your life is held together by the precious grace of Jesus. God does not require us to fulfill a certain criteria or perform before he is willing to help us. It is never about us or what we do, but it is all about Him and what he does in us and through us! All He wants is for us to surrender our hearts and our lives and be moldable to his truth and his purpose so *HE* can live it out in us.
We are the beloved and beautiful creation of God. Let his grace hold you together today.
Blessings!
Whitney
Friday, August 21, 2009
Dear England...I love your tea tradition
Every morning I get up and make myself a cup of hot tea and sit down to do my daily Bible study. I have always been an avid tea drinker, anywhere from refreshing iced tea to comforting hot tea. The point is I LOVE TEA!
Anyway, last night I had a horrible headache so matt took me home and I left my car at his parents house. Since I didnt have to go into work until late this morning, his mom came and picked me up to drive me to go get my car. While I was there I enjoyed a nice cup of tea with his parents. They are such sweet people and always a joy to visit with. They are also from England and South Africa so they make their tea the right way! With milk and sugar first then they pour in the tea. No offense to anyone who makes it differently but putting the tea in last really does make a difference in the taste.
Well thats all I wanted to write about for now. Sorry for any typos, I'm writing very fast.
Blessings everyone!
Whitney
Anyway, last night I had a horrible headache so matt took me home and I left my car at his parents house. Since I didnt have to go into work until late this morning, his mom came and picked me up to drive me to go get my car. While I was there I enjoyed a nice cup of tea with his parents. They are such sweet people and always a joy to visit with. They are also from England and South Africa so they make their tea the right way! With milk and sugar first then they pour in the tea. No offense to anyone who makes it differently but putting the tea in last really does make a difference in the taste.
Well thats all I wanted to write about for now. Sorry for any typos, I'm writing very fast.
Blessings everyone!
Whitney
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