Last night, well, evening, i guess, Matt and I ventured out front to hook up Nehem's brand new highway to fun...an Elmo sprinkler. We got it all hooked up, striped the boy, and commenced the funness. Nehem was rather enthusiastic about this form of entertainment. He'd run excitedly around the outside of the 'water zone' and when the wind would blow some water spray his direction, he'd let out a little shriek and skedattle away. Finally, he warmed up to it a bit, and would go stand in the 'rain', get a chill and giggle out. He even got brave enough to walk up to the stream of water, turn his head and put his 'herr' in it. Herr would be Nehem for hair. He would then proceed to dart off, clapping and saying, 'Yay!!" It was rather enjoyable, until...
Matt was standing closer to the edge of the drive way and exclaimed something like, 'Kill IT!!'
I directed my attention to what he was speaking of, and to my horror discovered...an ant. And not just an ant, mind you, nope, it was the size of my foot. Really. Now i've seen red, furry, velvety ants before, but nothing this big. Ever. I, being the only one with shoes on, proceeded to walk towards it, then decided that this might not end as intended. I had images rushing before my eyes something akin to my walking up to said beast, lifting my foot high to avoid knocking into it before i came down for the kill, missing in some tragic misstep and it grabing my foot and knawing off my toes, one by one...then, i mustered up some courage, stepped down, lifted, and would you believe, it kept walking like nothing had even touched it. AAK! I stomped, repeatedly and the thing just would not die! All I can think of is that my child will surely come over thinking this looks fun, attempt to touch it and he will die a horrible death! Finally, per my husband's cool and collected direction, i placed my hoof over this indestructible thing, and twisted it into the concrete with all i had. It was pretty much nonexistant after that. I think there was maybe a leg or two left, but the rest was ground down to unidentifiable. Yikes.
So, as you can imagine, when the second one appeared, I had visions of red-orange faces, sitting in the grass at the edge of the pavement, waiting for the opportune moment to pounce on my nearly two year old and have a fine feast. But, alas, we only had the two visitors that had and unfortunate demise(for them at least).
And just so you know, Wikipedia said they are not ants at all, but female bugs in the wasp family, known for their painful sting. And their name...cow ants, also known as...this is good...cow KILLERS. I'm serious...because by the look of them, you'd think them capable of taking down a cow!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
He Thinks He's Getting Old...
Today is Matt's 27th birthday! And last night he was a little less than perky, which of course made me start asking what was wrong and trying to read his mind, which he absolutely loves for me to do. Really, just ask him. He'll tell you.
Anyway, he mentioned something about being old when I brought up his birthday. I can't wait to see how old he feels when he really is old. It should be a lot of fun.
And here comes the point of this entry:
Happy Birthday, Baby!!
I love you and can't possibly tell you how blessed Nehem is to have you as his daddy, and I am to be your wife. Thank you for being you and allowing God to work in your life and grow you into what He has in mind. I've enjoyed seeing God's work in you and can't wait to see what else He has in store. Try not to be too bummed about being another year older, and enjoy 'Matt Reed Day'!!!
Anyway, he mentioned something about being old when I brought up his birthday. I can't wait to see how old he feels when he really is old. It should be a lot of fun.
And here comes the point of this entry:
Happy Birthday, Baby!!
I love you and can't possibly tell you how blessed Nehem is to have you as his daddy, and I am to be your wife. Thank you for being you and allowing God to work in your life and grow you into what He has in mind. I've enjoyed seeing God's work in you and can't wait to see what else He has in store. Try not to be too bummed about being another year older, and enjoy 'Matt Reed Day'!!!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
From My Utmost for His Highest:
Fretting means getting ourselves "out of joint" mentally or spiritually.
It is one thing to say, "Do not fret,"
but something very different to have such a nature
that you find yourself unable to fret.
It’s easy to say, "Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him"
( Psalm 37:7 )
until our own little world is turned upside down
and we are forced to live in confusion and agony like so many other people.
Is it possible to "rest in the Lord" then?
If this "Do not" doesn’t work there, then it will not work anywhere.
This "Do not" must work during our days of difficulty and uncertainty,
as well as our peaceful days, or it will never work.
And if it will not work in your particular case,
it will not work for anyone else.
Resting in the Lord is not dependent on your external circumstances at all,
but on your relationship with God Himself.
Worrying always results in sin.
We tend to think that a little anxiety and worry
are simply an indication of how wise we really are,
yet it is actually a much better indication of just how wicked we are.
Fretting rises from our determination to have our own way.
Our Lord never worried and was never anxious,
because His purpose was never to accomplish His own plans
but to fulfill God’s plans.
Fretting is wickedness for a child of God.
Have you been propping up that foolish soul of yours
with the idea that your circumstances are too much for God to handle?
Set all your opinions and speculations aside and "abide under the shadow of the Almighty"
( Psalm 91:1 ).
Deliberately tell God that you will not fret about whatever concerns you.
All our fretting and worrying is caused by planning without God.
During the confusion i referred to in the previous post, i would often tell myself that that's what i was doing...letting God control, His will, not mine, but i think i was still feeling the fretfullness...and was just burying it, and me. The light is improving my view. He's showing me things about myself i'd forgotten, and encouraging me to bring it back out. Me, as He made me, and as He's making me.
Fretting means getting ourselves "out of joint" mentally or spiritually.
It is one thing to say, "Do not fret,"
but something very different to have such a nature
that you find yourself unable to fret.
It’s easy to say, "Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him"
( Psalm 37:7 )
until our own little world is turned upside down
and we are forced to live in confusion and agony like so many other people.
Is it possible to "rest in the Lord" then?
If this "Do not" doesn’t work there, then it will not work anywhere.
This "Do not" must work during our days of difficulty and uncertainty,
as well as our peaceful days, or it will never work.
And if it will not work in your particular case,
it will not work for anyone else.
Resting in the Lord is not dependent on your external circumstances at all,
but on your relationship with God Himself.
Worrying always results in sin.
We tend to think that a little anxiety and worry
are simply an indication of how wise we really are,
yet it is actually a much better indication of just how wicked we are.
Fretting rises from our determination to have our own way.
Our Lord never worried and was never anxious,
because His purpose was never to accomplish His own plans
but to fulfill God’s plans.
Fretting is wickedness for a child of God.
Have you been propping up that foolish soul of yours
with the idea that your circumstances are too much for God to handle?
Set all your opinions and speculations aside and "abide under the shadow of the Almighty"
( Psalm 91:1 ).
Deliberately tell God that you will not fret about whatever concerns you.
All our fretting and worrying is caused by planning without God.
During the confusion i referred to in the previous post, i would often tell myself that that's what i was doing...letting God control, His will, not mine, but i think i was still feeling the fretfullness...and was just burying it, and me. The light is improving my view. He's showing me things about myself i'd forgotten, and encouraging me to bring it back out. Me, as He made me, and as He's making me.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
This is One of Those You Were Warned About in the Page Description Located at the Top
Being indecisive by nature does little to help me figure out who i am. i am a dreamer...overwhelmed by the possibilities of what i see and paralyzed, unsure of how/where to go.
I have been sure of some things in my life...following Christ-it's good as an indecisive person to let the creator of the universe and therefore my life to be in charge, also, i was sure of marrying Matt, even if it's been painful at times...those are two of the biggest things that have shaped where i find myself at this moment. And until a couple of weeks ago, i was so confused about where i am and where i'm going and wht it looks like, and oh(!!!) did I miss any turns along the way?!?!?!? Because where i'm supposed to be shouldn't feel like this. Every direction i look is blurry and all i can see are endless days wasting away to a mindless lump in my cube. i am a creative, loving, intelligent being!! I was meant for more than this!!!
One night blabbing this to the dark bedroom and my husband, he rolled over and said,"Maybe this is where you're supposed to be. And this is what you have to do now to do do more later." Isn't he smart? So, i had to mull over that one for a bit. Already knowing it, but being discontent with my circumstances.
One fine example of my indecisive nature is evident in my not finishing school. I had my free ride and couldn't make up my mind which way to go. i managed to change majors no less than 4 times in 1 1/2 years. seriously. So after my enlightenment that Matt was the one i was to marry, i 'took a break' that's lasted now since January 2001. if i went back today, i still don't know what i'd major in. (it bothers me that i just ended a sentence with a preposition, but i'm feeling devilish and will let it remain)
Over this time i've managed to lose myself. i was a bit of an accumulation of nervous energy at home and really just in general...unsure of how to just be...me. Trying to be for everone and then probably not even so well, just mainly in a suppressed state of existance. My poor husband! But something's a changin' around here. and i like what i'm beginning to see and scared i'm going to slip back to what i've been.
It's like i've got a whole new pair of eyes. Like i've got the idea that i should focus on doing one thing well, that's sitting that the feet of Jesus, and i'm watching myself come alive.
I've always loved my husband, but it's getting louder in my heart again. And i'm scared he doesn't even know, because i'm still working out displaying it. i feel like a little kid.
It's probably been 10 years, but back then i wasn't much on wasting time being self-conscious, well, in the way that keeps you from being you...and i think i'm getting back there...i forgot how good it feels.
Church is getting down-right exciting. Matt and i are starting a class of couples aged 25-35ish and my brain is blasting all the things we acan talk about and discover and put into action...Heaven on Earth, marriage and sex and the relationship of couples being the picture of Jesus and the church, and the different light that makes me see us in, and how to be His hands and feet together. i'm so excited to be doing this with Matt.
And watching Matt with Nehem...it's got to be my fovorite thing to do.
It's been a little dark in here, but i'm seeing some light peeking in. (again with the preposition at the end!)
I have been sure of some things in my life...following Christ-it's good as an indecisive person to let the creator of the universe and therefore my life to be in charge, also, i was sure of marrying Matt, even if it's been painful at times...those are two of the biggest things that have shaped where i find myself at this moment. And until a couple of weeks ago, i was so confused about where i am and where i'm going and wht it looks like, and oh(!!!) did I miss any turns along the way?!?!?!? Because where i'm supposed to be shouldn't feel like this. Every direction i look is blurry and all i can see are endless days wasting away to a mindless lump in my cube. i am a creative, loving, intelligent being!! I was meant for more than this!!!
One night blabbing this to the dark bedroom and my husband, he rolled over and said,"Maybe this is where you're supposed to be. And this is what you have to do now to do do more later." Isn't he smart? So, i had to mull over that one for a bit. Already knowing it, but being discontent with my circumstances.
One fine example of my indecisive nature is evident in my not finishing school. I had my free ride and couldn't make up my mind which way to go. i managed to change majors no less than 4 times in 1 1/2 years. seriously. So after my enlightenment that Matt was the one i was to marry, i 'took a break' that's lasted now since January 2001. if i went back today, i still don't know what i'd major in. (it bothers me that i just ended a sentence with a preposition, but i'm feeling devilish and will let it remain)
Over this time i've managed to lose myself. i was a bit of an accumulation of nervous energy at home and really just in general...unsure of how to just be...me. Trying to be for everone and then probably not even so well, just mainly in a suppressed state of existance. My poor husband! But something's a changin' around here. and i like what i'm beginning to see and scared i'm going to slip back to what i've been.
It's like i've got a whole new pair of eyes. Like i've got the idea that i should focus on doing one thing well, that's sitting that the feet of Jesus, and i'm watching myself come alive.
I've always loved my husband, but it's getting louder in my heart again. And i'm scared he doesn't even know, because i'm still working out displaying it. i feel like a little kid.
It's probably been 10 years, but back then i wasn't much on wasting time being self-conscious, well, in the way that keeps you from being you...and i think i'm getting back there...i forgot how good it feels.
Church is getting down-right exciting. Matt and i are starting a class of couples aged 25-35ish and my brain is blasting all the things we acan talk about and discover and put into action...Heaven on Earth, marriage and sex and the relationship of couples being the picture of Jesus and the church, and the different light that makes me see us in, and how to be His hands and feet together. i'm so excited to be doing this with Matt.
And watching Matt with Nehem...it's got to be my fovorite thing to do.
It's been a little dark in here, but i'm seeing some light peeking in. (again with the preposition at the end!)
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