This is a “God” post. I know a lot of you peeps are more interested in the failures of my existence we can all laugh about, and probably just skim over these ones: but don’t. I will give you incentive: If you read all the way through, I will open up about my wild and crazy Saturday night.
There is a sweet couple from church who are going through a crazy surgery/ recovery with 2 children. They are a mentor couple for our marriage ministry, and an awesome example of what godly perspective is amidst a very personal, painful trial. He has been in the hospital for almost a month now, and I have been watching, reading updates, PRAYING, and observing their faithfulness and many prayer warriors loving on them and encouraging them. It has been a tenfold blessing to witness.
It brought back so many memories from this past year, and how many people did the same for me. I am writing this for the people who prayed for me, and aren’t too sure who they were really praying to. First of all THANK YOU for caring and praying, and showing us compassion. For caring enough to direct thoughts to our maker, the one who holds this world in the palm of His hand. I came across this scripture, and thought it might help.
as even some of your own poets have said,
I would have liked to have ended on that note, but I promised you deetz. You ready? Ok, me too. Saturday night we had our nephew and of course he slept like a champ. Halle did not. In fact, she hates going to bed more than me. She let Aliso Viejo know all about it by testing how high her screaming could go and for how long. (1 hr. 13 minutes to be exact) Then Stink and I did NOT clean one thing. That’s right people. Dishes in sink, cars on the floor, it was magical. We sat on our couch and watched a lame musical auditioning show, where anyone who could hold a pen to register was able to showcase their mad singing abilities. About 90% of them had hearing difficulties, or were straight up crazy, and quite frankly I couldn’t stop sweating, adjusting, and readjusting. Discomfort abounded. Then we watched UCLA lose, and Stink pouted for the rest of the night. I may or may not have had 2 bowls of cereal, and we were in bed by 10:30. Hot. Be jealous.
