In spending time with the Lord today, I was OVERWHELMED with how generous He has been through others to me.
I am so thankful for life here at 6918. I am thankful that I have a lovely space to call my own; a place to bake incessantly; a family to sit around the dinner table with; and laughs to be shared constantly.
I am so grateful for the help/advice/instruction from FLH on budgeting/finances. I am thankful to be learning principles of saving and of simplicity because of it.
I am so thankful to those who believe in me and who give generously to allow me to pursue counseling without incurring further debt.
I am so so thankful and humbled by friends who pray regularly, consistently for me in the secret places with our Heavenly Father.
I am thankful that my sweet brother and sister-in-law are generous with me even in their own need (because of which, I now have lovely, freezing, air conditioning in my car!!).
I am grateful for my job that is life-giving and FUN.
I am thankful to Suz and Sean and Corinne and John who gave computers to me!!!
I am thankful to the FLH and MGH who celebrate half-birthdays.
I am so so thankful for my health and the health of my family.
I am so thankful that my Heavenly Father continually reminds me that the lilies toil nor spin, but are arrayed more splendidly than Solomon. I am thankful that He wanted Mary to just sit as His feet.
I know that His gifts are more than physical, but I am SO THANKFUL for the ones that are.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
today's page in my journal
good grief.
before I forget and have to do more dang character development,
I wanted to write a few things down.
This is what I know:
- everyone has a perspective, a background, a history, a frame of reference and it probably involves some amount of hurt or need or suffering that I couldn't understand.
-death to flesh hurts sometimes
- "His ways are higher." His thoughts are not my thoughts.
-His 'goodness' may not look like monetary or physical means.
- I have a roof over my head
- I can usuallly find something to be grateful for (or repent of)
- sanctification is not really a pretty process (at least for me)
before I forget and have to do more dang character development,
I wanted to write a few things down.
This is what I know:
- everyone has a perspective, a background, a history, a frame of reference and it probably involves some amount of hurt or need or suffering that I couldn't understand.
-death to flesh hurts sometimes
- "His ways are higher." His thoughts are not my thoughts.
-His 'goodness' may not look like monetary or physical means.
- I have a roof over my head
- I can usuallly find something to be grateful for (or repent of)
- sanctification is not really a pretty process (at least for me)
Thursday, August 12, 2010
for sister.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
sometimes when i feel a bit down...
I close my eyes and ask for His presence.
And usually, it feels like He puts His arm around me,
presses His cheek against mine, and says,
"It's ok, Lovey."
And usually, it feels like He puts His arm around me,
presses His cheek against mine, and says,
"It's ok, Lovey."
Thursday, July 1, 2010
happy birthday FRED
(a few days late...)
I definitely want to take this post to honor one of my favorite senior citizens...
(And SC status is confirmed directly from Kroger. Kroger never lies.)
(And SC status is confirmed directly from Kroger. Kroger never lies.)
My top 5 favorite moments with F.L.H.
5. When I came over a few days before I moved in to the Hennighausen house, I knocked politely at the back door. Fred (and Mary!), however, merely cracked the door wide enough so I could see the huge grins on their faces and said,
"No."
Door shuts.
I laughed, then knocked louder, thinking my polite little knock wasn't sufficient to get their attention.
Door cracks. Smiling faces.
"Noooo."
Door shuts.
A light bulb finally goes off, and this time, without knocking, I walk straight in to find Fred and Mary standing ready with a hug and a
"YEAHHHH!!!"
They were teaching me how to come into the house (no knocking allowed).
I felt so welcomed.
****
4. When I found myself virtually jobless (again), I was standing in the kitchen telling FLH my news, near tears, and feeling very sorry for myself, and he simply responded,
"Wow. What a good heavenly Father who knew in advance this was going to happen and provided you this home as a safe place to land. What an adventure you are on."
I felt so inspired/humbled/grateful.
****
3. One word: "Combo-ing"
I felt so thankful.
****
2. When I came back to my little Rose Cottage to find a tiny little mini-flosser wedged into a tiny little nail hole at eye-level near my door.
(RUDE! And, warning: It will find you.)
It was a tiny little way to give a nod to hilarious inside jokes about people's idiosyncrasies.
I love that FLH can celebrate people with humor and respect.
I felt so light-hearted.
****
1. Not that there can be any one favorite thing about knowing FLH and having his influence in my life, but I am so grateful for how he listens so unselfishly, so intentionally.
Whether it's in a "FredSheet" budget meeting
(shudder),
or talking over things about boys,
or talking about life in the fast lane in the business world,
or talking about my Substitute-of-The-Year award
(self-appointed),
He listens in a way that makes you SWEAR he is interested in every word you say.
I always leave conversations feeling
HEARD,
UNDERSTOOD,
LOVED,
and
INSPIRED.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRED!!!!!
*****
"As for me and my house, we will serve the LORD."
5. When I came over a few days before I moved in to the Hennighausen house, I knocked politely at the back door. Fred (and Mary!), however, merely cracked the door wide enough so I could see the huge grins on their faces and said,
"No."
Door shuts.
I laughed, then knocked louder, thinking my polite little knock wasn't sufficient to get their attention.
Door cracks. Smiling faces.
"Noooo."
Door shuts.
A light bulb finally goes off, and this time, without knocking, I walk straight in to find Fred and Mary standing ready with a hug and a
"YEAHHHH!!!"
They were teaching me how to come into the house (no knocking allowed).
I felt so welcomed.
****
4. When I found myself virtually jobless (again), I was standing in the kitchen telling FLH my news, near tears, and feeling very sorry for myself, and he simply responded,
"Wow. What a good heavenly Father who knew in advance this was going to happen and provided you this home as a safe place to land. What an adventure you are on."
I felt so inspired/humbled/grateful.
****
3. One word: "Combo-ing"
I felt so thankful.
****
2. When I came back to my little Rose Cottage to find a tiny little mini-flosser wedged into a tiny little nail hole at eye-level near my door.
(RUDE! And, warning: It will find you.)
It was a tiny little way to give a nod to hilarious inside jokes about people's idiosyncrasies.
I love that FLH can celebrate people with humor and respect.
I felt so light-hearted.
****
1. Not that there can be any one favorite thing about knowing FLH and having his influence in my life, but I am so grateful for how he listens so unselfishly, so intentionally.
Whether it's in a "FredSheet" budget meeting
(shudder),
or talking over things about boys,
or talking about life in the fast lane in the business world,
or talking about my Substitute-of-The-Year award
(self-appointed),
He listens in a way that makes you SWEAR he is interested in every word you say.
I always leave conversations feeling
HEARD,
UNDERSTOOD,
LOVED,
and
INSPIRED.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRED!!!!!
*****
"As for me and my house, we will serve the LORD."
Monday, June 28, 2010
march 2011
...is the next time I will purchase clothes. for one year i am going to (attempt to, at least) refrain from purchasing items to wear. it's been 3 months so far.
why?
many reasons.
One being "and why are you anxious about clothing? consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these."
.....
why?
many reasons.
One being "and why are you anxious about clothing? consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these."
.....
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