Showing posts from August, 2011

Bye Bye Iron.

My iron of 8 years has died.

Does anyone have an iron they truly love? What are good brands? I'd like to get one that works really well. Hoping I will be more motivated to iron if I have a great tool :)

Broken Hearted.

It's close to one a.m. I should be sleeping. but I'm not. My heart is heavy. My mind is full. Thinking about the suffering of so many. People dealing with loss. Barrenness. Still birth. Miscarriage. A new diagnosis. A lost job. Lay-offs. Bad economy. Struggles. Doubts. Questions. Family member dying. Unplanned pregnancy. Divorce.

I'm glad God is big enough. He can handle this. All of it. I'm thankful that He sees the big picture because right now. I see a lot of mess and pain and heartache. I know nothing is wasted. Nothing is overlooked or left out. But I don't see it. I'm believing in His Word and am thankful that He says in Isaiah 55:8-9

For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.

A friend recently encouraged me with this passage.

Psalm 34:15-18
15 The eyes of the LORD are toward the righteous

Sacred in the Ordinary.

-dedicated or set apart for the service or worship of a deity
- worthy of religious veneration : holy
-entitled to reverence and respect

Sacrament: a : a Christian rite (as baptism or the Eucharist) that is believed to have been ordained by Christ and that is held to be a means of divine grace or to be a sign or symbol of a spiritual reality

She looked up at me, her eyes full of compassion and feeling. Her hands full of pastries. "Which one do you want?" Would it be wrong to say all of them, I thought. Yeah, I'm desperate. She passed me a delicious scone. The smell of the frosting close to divine. Mmmm.

I glanced over to see my son in the hospital bed. His hair gone. His face pale. He looked drowsy. The cartoon of choice was on but the sound low.

I sat with my friend and talked. I might have cried. I don't remember. What I do remember was the endearing feelings I have when I think of this friend... being with me and sharing in my suffering. I knew I could b…