Quick Verbage

So I thought I would just post quickly about how I can only chew bubble gum for about three minutes tops. But then, I started thinking about all the entertainment I have provided for my friends lately. I really wanted to go in-depth about the next to the last volleyball game we had and how I got beamed in the eye by a team-mate whose name is unmentionable, he knows who he is. Put it this way, unmentionables wife who is a physical therapist just knew I would have whiplash. I never saw it coming....never. Once I straightened up my contact and got my bearings in order, I swallowed my pride and played on, red faced and all.
We won. Then went on to play an undefeated team and we finished the tourament in third place.
And then I thought I would go into even more detail about our very first adult kickball game that my lovely highly competitive friends and husband are making me play. Day one of our first game, I fell asleep on the couch and woke up with grossly swollen eye lid. I had been taking allergy medicine because I live in misery in the spring around here. So, out come the contacts, on go the glasses, which I hate, always have. Game time rolls around, here I go, dreading kickball and miserable from allergies and a deformed eye (not the one hit by mr. unmentionable) . Game starts. After a while I get on base. First base. I ran with everything I had in my little five foot two stature. I feel like I am IT.
Then, second base.
Next, I find myself running to third and there was no stopping, I had to go home cause Mr Shinny shoes is coming up fast behind me and then it happened.
(Pause and swallow)
My legs quit.
yep.
About five feet from home plate. Down she goes. I prayed, "Oh God please let me be close to the base." Once down I looked up and reached out my hand and slapped that homeplate as hard as I could. ("Thank you Lord")
As I picked myself up I saw that my glasses had fallen when I did and they were laying under me. I picked them up in three pieces. I dusted myself off and funny thing, I must have looked much better at falling than I thought because the ump all of a sudden yells, "Now, it's a ballgame." Then one of the guys on the team says, "Man, never slide head first, always slide feet first." Before I got to the dugout, I had to confess that I did not do that on purpose. I should have kept my trap shut, they all thought I had slid. Needless to say, I was out of commission. I was blind and lame (in more ways than one).
The reason I didn't want to play kickball was because I knew it would bring back horrible childhood memories. Now, I have adulthood memories to add to it.
I must add, we are Four in O. Go ToeJammers!

Now I have to put a spiritual spin on this story. Sometimes as Christians we get beamed in the head (so to speak) even when we are in the game and anticipating a play. Sometimes our pride gets hurt. Sometimes we are so weak we just pray "Oh God, please carry me". Sometimes, we think "WHAT IN THE WORLD?"
Take it from me....keep going. Don't let these things keep you out of the game called life. The Christian life. God doesn't pick the weak ones for no good reason. It's through us he likes to show off. If we'll just cooperate with him.

G'day, Ya'll!

Long time, No post

Long time no post. Life has been busy around here as it should be.

quick update:

Alex is getting braces, if we can afford them. We go to the orthodontist again this week to find out how many thousands of dollars this will cost us. Last week we went for "records". Which means x-rays and a mold of her teeth. We were there twenty minutes and it cost us two-hundred fifty dollars.

Volleyball. What to say about volleyball. Rob and I are having the time of our life right now. We are both playing and with our very best friends, who just happen to be highly competitive. And, we are coaching Alex's volleyball team. Poor Alex.

Marlee is a mess. Loves school still and is competing in Bible drill at church. She did well in the first round and has advanced to the next round which will be held at another church in the area.

Sam. Sam is now playing baseball. Church league so it'll be over quick. He's turning nine this month.

School will be out soon and summer will be underway. Thank goodness. Today is unusually cold. I hate cold.

I have been painting the house. Okay, we have been painting the house, interior. I am so happy with the turn out. I think I'll keep these colors for a while. It's definately has more of the coastal feel I was wanting. Today I started on the kitchen. It feels a bit weird right now because I am covering a burnt orange color ( fragrant cloves) with a light nuetral color, like sand (toasted almond). Our dining room has gone from a dark olive green to a lighter grey/blue. And our living room in also the toasted almond except for the wall with the fireplace. We painted it a lighter grey/blue, lighter than the dining room. I was a little skeptical about the one wall being painted. but we love it. I have to thank my friend M for suggesting it, I couldn't see it but she was right. I love it.

Anyway, quick post I know, but it's just been so long that I thought I would share briefly.

Life is good here. We are blessed. We would be blessed even if life wasn't good.

Shrewd

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Good thinking Obama!

I have a problem. I think only others with this problem would understand, but here goes. I have a bit of a creative thing going on in my brain. The victim of my mental frenzie is usually my house, and poor husband who has to constanly hear me say, "what would you think if I did this", or "how do you think this would look here" or the one that really makes him cringe, "what do you think of this color" because with that question I'm usually standing in front of him with a myriad of paint samples.

Recently we painted our bedroom (for the fourth time since we built the house) and I absolutely loooove the color. Without going into details, this color has given our room a new feel that is cool and restful and to which I am dying to extend into the rest of the house, which means.......paint.

So today I was standing in the living room, obsessing, paint samples neatly tucked into small places like switchplates and the small irritating gap between the mantle and the wall. I had already rearranged my living room furniture. Something I do on a monthly basis. I swear it's a disease. So I'm staring at the living room wall and I thought, you know, why not pray and ask the Lord what he sees. After all, I do believe he put this urge in me. And so I did.

"Lord", as I stare with deep concentration and furrowed brow, "What do you see?"

"Cobwebs."

He was right! I looked to my left and there it was. Hanging just as pretty as it pleased. And that wasn't the only one. I found more. You know, I had to laugh really. One that my Lord is so present, actively involved in my moment of crazy. And two, that he doesn't mind.

And isn't that so like our spiritual maturing. We get so busy re-decorating, so to speak, and He just wants to start with the cobwebs. So small and barely noticeable to the one who lives there. But he sees the tiny things that should be cleaned out so that the next step in re-decorating our heart can take place.

Squirrels

I fear the squirrels who work so hard on their tiny wheel inside my pc are getting so very very tired. Each day I anticipate a squirrel heavenly homecoming but they just keep trudging along.

Viva La Squirrel !!