What Can I Say?

The first day was fine. I found things around the house that needed doing and I washed the car that desperately needed it. That was a nice day. Sunday, I went to a new church, met some new people, and was invited over someone's house for lunch. After that, I went to a spouses get together. That was fun as well. So Sunday went buy fast and was painless. I found out from another spouse that James had made it overseas okay. Then Monday, I was planning to barricade myself in the house but another girl who lives down the street invited me out for a walk. I accepted because I needed to get a little exercise and get out of the house. That got my day started okay. I found the energy to get some more work done around the house. The living room doesn't have all the papers and clothes that it did before. The kitchen looks pretty good. Now it's Tuesday. James still hasn't called. I could bear it Sunday and Monday. I cannot bear it today. I don't know why he can't get a chance to call. For him it's almost Wednesday. Are they such narrow minded people that they cannot understand that a wife is sitting at home waiting for her husband to call her? Could they not give him one moment's time to pick up a phone and say hello, I love you, and goodbye? Shame on them for not thinking that through. Today was not a good day.

A New Light

I responded to a blog comment today on another page that reminded me of how I need to daily put my life in new light. My light gets stale even after one day. Even though I intend to be positive, I end up thinking the worst time and time again. Not only that, just tweeking your thoughts can change your situation so completely. When we look at things and think of them as curses or mess ups, we will hate our situations and our actions. However, sometimes situations in the right light can be blessings and opportunities. Also, if you are painting a painting, and you mess up, then you have created an opportunity to experiment or elaborate. On the canvas, a mistake is never truly a mistake. So it is with life. Our lives are canvases. If we look at them as random splotches of paint that seem to be splattered on a meaningless surface, we can loose focus on the big pictures. The big picture is that there is a painting being formed! Each splatter, each splot is a beautiful collage of life. Enjoy your splotches today!

Butterfly Beauty

I saw Vicki's picture of a butterfly so I felt inspired to put a few pictures that I took as well. If I can figure out how to get them on here . . .

The Little Spider

I was cleaning one night after my husband went to bed and I encountered a spider. Of course, this spider was not of the normal size, it was quite a large spider when considered in the general context of our small abode. Then again, it was just over an inch body wise and its legs were just less than two inches. But I was so scared and discombobulated, that I knew I must put the problem on hold and consult my spider expert, my husband. Though he was in a deep sleep, I awoke him and spoke to him of my problem, the “little” spider. He took a few moments, pulled together his strength, and went to relieve me of my problem. He removed the lid that I had used to cover up the spider in my escape and then whapped the spider with his sandal. I was relieved. I saw the spider was a large spider indeed, but I knew that I could have handled it, but I had wanted to rely on my husband to get me out of harm’s way.

We do the same thing with life. We encounter problems and circumstances that are just beyond our own reach and we sometimes think we can handle them. Then we realize that though we could face these problems on our own, we decide that we are not quite as “fierce” as we wanted to be in that situation. So we cower down, and we wait. What if we didn’t just cower, what if we asked for help? I know that God is waiting just like a husband would. He’s waiting just by our side, waiting for us to ask for his help. He doesn’t care that it’s just a “little spider”; He sincerely cares about our littlest dilemma. How amazing! I’m so ready to ask my husband for help, but I delay when it comes to our deliverer who wants to save me on a regular basis. I realize now that when I reach this situation that is just beyond my reach, and just farther than my comfort zone, Jesus is right there with sandal in hand ready to squish my little spider.