- Daniel's been coughing a lot. I took him for a sick visit after he woke with a 102.9 fever on Tuesday, and it turns out that his asthma is back in full force. He's now on TWO inhalers. Wow.
- By the way, Daniel weighs 29 lbs and 9.5 oz. He's a growing boy! No wonder why my back always hurts.
- Samuel is in full force scooting/crawling/reaching/grabbing mode. He literally can get to anything and everywhere in this house. He's also sitting up on his own, eating approximately 3 jars of food a day, and weighing way too much. Samuel is a chunky thing; it's precious for sure, but not easy on the mother's back.
- Daniel is obsessed with trains. This train infatuation is serious business. The kid will wake each morning, head to the hamper, and pull out his clothes/pajamas from the day before as long as they have a train on them. He demands to wear them, dirty or not! He begs for "Thomas" and "Sodor" all day long. He'll tell me "t.v." so he can watch more episodes of Thomas & Friends, and I'm serious when I say the kid is demanding. Daniel will stand and point at the television until his arm gets too tired and then begin saying, "Thomas" and "Sodor" over and over and over again.
- Daniel has also begun a new habit of removing his clothes every chance he gets. We've had more stains on our carpets than I care to mention (so thankful the Lord allowed us to get a carpet cleaner at a discounted price) because he refuses to tell me he is "stinky." We're not to the potty training stage just yet because he is just now beginning to understand the word, "stinky." Nevertheless, Daniel's nakedness has become quite normal around our house.
- The snow has happened upon our area in full force this winter! We got 3 inches on Monday and received another 3 today. It's beautiful! Now, if only it weren't so cold (9 degrees is the low), I could get these boys out of the house!
- I'm painting in every second of free time I'm allowed. It's been really difficult, and I believe I've realized that painting will have to become my
thirdthirtieth priority once I finish my wait list. My Lord, husband, and children have to be higher on the list, and right now, I feel as though all my family sees of me is the back of my head, facing a painting. - Brian is in full-on study mode. He is always reading. I feel as if the Lord is really teaching and him right now about a number of things, and it's an honor to sit back and watch my husband as he grows in God's word. It's so humbling and uplifting at the same time. He's teaching in a local prison once a week, preaching once a month in the mission and at 2-3 different prisons, and also full-time pastoring a church. God never ceases to amaze me with how much Brian is doing. I'm so blessed to be his wife... :)
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Wednesday, February 9, 2011
In Full Force.
I haven't posted much lately, only because the weather's been crazy and we've been busy. I never take the time or have the time to just sit down and type. Either way, I know you want to know what we're up to, and here's the bulleted rundown:
Friday, July 9, 2010
Brian's 30th Birthday... Belated.
Not only did my son turn one this spring, my husband had a birthday of his own in June. I planned (behind his back) to throw him a surprise 30th birthday party. Nevermind the fact that I was busy giving birth and bringing home a newborn during the days leading up to the month of his big day, but I was able to pull it off - WITHOUT Brian knowing a thing about it. Here are a few pictures from the party:
The "Burnout" cake -
Brian's nickname on the court has always been "Burnout."
So, I thought it'd be great to do a b-ball themed party
based on his nickname and turning 30!
More of the decorations -
included basketball chocolates!
When I picked Brian up,
I blindfolded him.
Didn't want him to figure out where I was taking him!
He thought just the two of us were going out...
After walking in,
Brian was in shock!
Samuel decided to sleep through his Daddy's party.
I think Grandpa may have fallen asleep a time or two!
Daniel was busy taking center stage!
Always the center of attention!
Brian "Burnout" Johnson and his cake.
Special thanks to our dear friend Lori at Cakes and Dainties!
Special friends who visited for the surpise and dinner:
Brian and T-Roy
Matt (Brian's high school friend), his wife Erin,
baby Hannah (in her car seat) and Brian
Mark and Brian
The Ball Family (minus Ethan), Brian, and Brian's cousin, James Evan -
THANK YOU BALL'S for helping pull off the surprise!
Bro. Bill and Bro. Brian
My uncle Ricky, Samuel, and Brian
The two of us
My 30 gifts for Brian's 30th -
and yes, each one had a number and a clue!
Daniel really wanted to help -
and see Daddy's high school b-ball pictures!
HILARIOUS.
The best gift of the night - #29, I think -
His Sesame Street "All My Homies are from the Street" tshirt
Thank you to all of our friends and family who helped make this such a special night for Brian. There are so many people who helped pull this off that aren't in the pictures, but I was so humbled by your generosity. Also, Brian cannot thank you enough for all of the thoughtful cards and gifts! We love you all dearly.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Have I Told You Lately...
that I love you?
When the baby is sleeping and the world is quiet,
I realize how much I need you.
When the house is a mess and you take charge,
I realize how thankful I should be for you.
When the days seem long and my words fail me,
I realize how much you care for me.
When I have had enough and I'm about to break,
I realize I don't deserve you.
When I have one thing on my mind and you leave me to it,
I realize you understand who I am.
When I have neglected you and our time together,
I realize you still want more...
When you laugh at my jokes that aren't funny at all,
I realize I have found my best friend.
When there's no one I'd rather talk to,
I realize you are all I want.
When you've fallen asleep before I've come to bed,
I realize how blessed I am.
When we've learned life is short but I'll see you again,
I realize that God knew what He was doing...
In case you are wondering why I am writing about my husband for all the world to see, it is because, as God ordained it, I am a part-time mother who will always be a full-time wife. Simply stated, I find myself writing more often about my amazing child than taking time to talk to my sweet husband. I never, ever want to forget who God intended for me to spend my life with, and though our children are tremendous blessings, marriage was what God made first... It's just taken me all day to realize it.
When the baby is sleeping and the world is quiet,
I realize how much I need you.
When the house is a mess and you take charge,
I realize how thankful I should be for you.
When the days seem long and my words fail me,
I realize how much you care for me.
When I have had enough and I'm about to break,
I realize I don't deserve you.
When I have one thing on my mind and you leave me to it,
I realize you understand who I am.
When I have neglected you and our time together,
I realize you still want more...
When you laugh at my jokes that aren't funny at all,
I realize I have found my best friend.
When there's no one I'd rather talk to,
I realize you are all I want.
When you've fallen asleep before I've come to bed,
I realize how blessed I am.
When we've learned life is short but I'll see you again,
I realize that God knew what He was doing...
In case you are wondering why I am writing about my husband for all the world to see, it is because, as God ordained it, I am a part-time mother who will always be a full-time wife. Simply stated, I find myself writing more often about my amazing child than taking time to talk to my sweet husband. I never, ever want to forget who God intended for me to spend my life with, and though our children are tremendous blessings, marriage was what God made first... It's just taken me all day to realize it.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
In The Small Stuff
I have posting upon posting to do (like I know that you're ecstatic over hearing about Daniel's first Christmas and how many teeth he has and how Baby #2 is doing with its perfectly beating heart and all about how this second pregnancy and an 8-month-old are treating me), but in this quiet moment, when Daniel is tucked peacefully into bed and will, without a doubt, sleep at least four hours, as he has become prone to do, I find myself in awe of how good God has been to me.
There was a time when all I wanted was to be married. After that, all I really wanted was to be pregnant. Then, when the Lord answered that request and suddenly took it away, all I really needed was love. It took four long, devastating months for me to find that God had given me that too... oh, you know, in the eyes of my husband who longed for me to live again and then in the simple statement of a purple plus sign on a pregnancy test. After that surprise, all I really wanted was a healthy baby girl, and the Lord gave me that as well in the form of a beautiful, blue-eyed, energetic little BOY. And to be completely honest, I haven't expected or asked for much else. What seriously could be better than all of that?!
Well, it's in those moments when you know there's nowhere else you'd rather be...
When you're busy working on the house, and your baby comes crawling up to you with his hands lifted high.
When you're exhausted, and at 8-months-old, your little one decides to sleep at least four hours a night.
When you're ill as a hornet, and your husband attempts to make you laugh by playing the Grinch.
When you're fearing there is no heartbeat, and the nurse proudly states, "138 bpm."
When you're dealing with nightly morning sickness, and it's more than enough.
When you're unsure of yourself, and you walk a mile and a half carrying two babies - that is, the one in the womb and the one in the carrier.
When you're afraid He doesn't hear you, He, without your noticing, answers all of your small, unspoken prayers...
There was a time when all I wanted was to be married. After that, all I really wanted was to be pregnant. Then, when the Lord answered that request and suddenly took it away, all I really needed was love. It took four long, devastating months for me to find that God had given me that too... oh, you know, in the eyes of my husband who longed for me to live again and then in the simple statement of a purple plus sign on a pregnancy test. After that surprise, all I really wanted was a healthy baby girl, and the Lord gave me that as well in the form of a beautiful, blue-eyed, energetic little BOY. And to be completely honest, I haven't expected or asked for much else. What seriously could be better than all of that?!
Well, it's in those moments when you know there's nowhere else you'd rather be...
When you're busy working on the house, and your baby comes crawling up to you with his hands lifted high.
When you're exhausted, and at 8-months-old, your little one decides to sleep at least four hours a night.
When you're ill as a hornet, and your husband attempts to make you laugh by playing the Grinch.
When you're fearing there is no heartbeat, and the nurse proudly states, "138 bpm."
When you're dealing with nightly morning sickness, and it's more than enough.
When you're unsure of yourself, and you walk a mile and a half carrying two babies - that is, the one in the womb and the one in the carrier.
When you're afraid He doesn't hear you, He, without your noticing, answers all of your small, unspoken prayers...
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
These are a few of my favorite things...
blue eyes
toothless grins
button nose
strong legs
sleepless nights
reaching arms
messy bibs
stinky diapers
bare feet
bruised knees
deafening squeals
unmatched energy
slobbery kisses
whiny cries
holding hands
staying up late
sharing quick kisses
sheer goodness
brutal honesty
true love
genuine friendship
deep thoughts
sweet secrets
argyle sweaters
all of which come from these two guys...
Monday, July 20, 2009
I am in love...
who is the father of our son,
the provider for our family,
the leader of our home,
the best friend I have ever had,
and the most amazing father I have ever seen.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The Kind of Son I Hope to Have
I have imagined for eight, long months what my son will be like. I have envisioned his smile, pictured his nose, imagined his hair, and thought about his character. I have learned that he is a night owl and does not enjoy sitting still. He has energy like no one I know, and he is big, healthy, and strong. That is about all I know. However, I cannot help but wonder what he will really be like when he arrives. I cannot fathom what he may be like as a little boy running around in the backyard with his daddy, and I cannot wait to see, if the Lord allows, what he'll be when he grows up to be an adult. But this past week, I was honored to watch a young man be the kind of son I hope to one day have.
He was handsome. He dressed in his brightly-colored shirts and ties, and he stood tall in front of a group of innumerous people. He smiled with grace and dignity. His piercing, blue eyes, filled with tears as he often looked straight into mine.
He believed in prayer. He began sending emails as soon as he received the call that his 48-year-old mother had passed. He knew that the only things he truly needed were the prayers of saints and his heavenly Father. He stopped often throughout the week to pray; it was so encouraging and humbling to see his love for God.
He laughed wholeheartedly. He told stories of days past and recollected on the many memories with his mom. He joked about her quirky attitude and her stubborn ways. He grinned as he found things she had kept for years that he had given her.
He wept. I don't know many who didn't, but as he preached his mother's funeral, tears welled up in his eyes. He wasn't just crying because she was gone, he was devastated over all the lost family members in the chapel. He wasn't afraid to grieve or to show that he loved her by the teardrops streaming down his face.
He was strong. Oh, I cannot explain this fully, but imagine having just lost your grandfather, a baby, and father in less than two years and facing the death of your mother as well. He was so amazing in her absence. He held his sister, and he brought loving words to each of the 400+ people who entered the funeral home doors.
He remembered it all. He wore bright colors because his mother always loved them. He wanted the room filled with beautiful arrangements because she adored them. He asked for certain songs and particular people to be included in the funeral on her behalf. He recollected her favorite foods, endearing ways, and fascinating personality. It was if he hadn't forgotten a single day he'd had with her.
I wish I could spend days explaining how this man is exactly how I hope my soon-to-arrive son is, but I pray this is enough:
Elijah, when you find yourself looking for someone to be like or a person to model your life after, choose Jesus, and if that's too hard to do, sweet boy, look no further than your daddy. He'll lead you to Jesus, and he'll make sure you see who He longs to be like, his Lord. He loves you more than you know, and He longs to see you saved. Yes, your daddy is exactly the kind of son I hope you are, and I know his momma was proud to have.
In Memory of Brian's Momma and Elijah's Nana,
Cindy J. Johnson
April 9, 1960 - March 9, 2009
He was handsome. He dressed in his brightly-colored shirts and ties, and he stood tall in front of a group of innumerous people. He smiled with grace and dignity. His piercing, blue eyes, filled with tears as he often looked straight into mine.
He believed in prayer. He began sending emails as soon as he received the call that his 48-year-old mother had passed. He knew that the only things he truly needed were the prayers of saints and his heavenly Father. He stopped often throughout the week to pray; it was so encouraging and humbling to see his love for God.
He laughed wholeheartedly. He told stories of days past and recollected on the many memories with his mom. He joked about her quirky attitude and her stubborn ways. He grinned as he found things she had kept for years that he had given her.
He wept. I don't know many who didn't, but as he preached his mother's funeral, tears welled up in his eyes. He wasn't just crying because she was gone, he was devastated over all the lost family members in the chapel. He wasn't afraid to grieve or to show that he loved her by the teardrops streaming down his face.
He was strong. Oh, I cannot explain this fully, but imagine having just lost your grandfather, a baby, and father in less than two years and facing the death of your mother as well. He was so amazing in her absence. He held his sister, and he brought loving words to each of the 400+ people who entered the funeral home doors.
He remembered it all. He wore bright colors because his mother always loved them. He wanted the room filled with beautiful arrangements because she adored them. He asked for certain songs and particular people to be included in the funeral on her behalf. He recollected her favorite foods, endearing ways, and fascinating personality. It was if he hadn't forgotten a single day he'd had with her.
I wish I could spend days explaining how this man is exactly how I hope my soon-to-arrive son is, but I pray this is enough:
Elijah, when you find yourself looking for someone to be like or a person to model your life after, choose Jesus, and if that's too hard to do, sweet boy, look no further than your daddy. He'll lead you to Jesus, and he'll make sure you see who He longs to be like, his Lord. He loves you more than you know, and He longs to see you saved. Yes, your daddy is exactly the kind of son I hope you are, and I know his momma was proud to have.
In Memory of Brian's Momma and Elijah's Nana,
Cindy J. Johnson
April 9, 1960 - March 9, 2009
Friday, October 10, 2008
Blessed.
I've only been up for a few hours, but after a night of good sleep on the couch, I awoke feeling incredibly blessed. I cannot go into detail into why I'm feeling this way, but let me just take the time to praise God for all He's doing right now.
"Flicka" is 12 weeks TODAY!
I'm sure you're wondering about who "Flicka" is, but our little one is being called this by his/her daddy. When we never had the opportunity to hear our first child's heartbeat, when we went 6 weeks ago to the OB and saw the flickering on the screen, we were completely humbled. Since then, the baby has earned its keep as "Flicka". And no, that will NOT be its name or nickname. By the way, Brian didn't know it, but being the first-born son of a first-born son, it came as a surprise to my husband when I informed him that "Flicka" is Swedish for "beautiful, young girl." I think he's finally warming up to a girl, but we will be more than blessed by either.
My husband is my best friend!
Some days are hard, and some days we barely speak due to our busy schedules. However, mornings like these are what it is all about. Knowing you're exactly in the center of God's will and having Him answer prayers right before your eyes is amazing. Not to mention the fact that my wonderful husband woke up with the intention of heading to Hardee's to get me a biscuit but he couldn't remember what kind I liked (I haven't said anything about biscuits). As I was getting up, I mentioned that a biscuit would be so good, and before heading off to West TN, he ran out and got me 3 biscuits... 1 1/2 for this morning and 1 1/2 for tomorrow since he'll be away. How sweet is that?!
My pants don't fit so well...
To most women this would be a terrible realization, but for me, it is a wonderful reminder of God... How He grows us and reminds us of His abilities everyday if we're willing to see them. My ever-protruding midsection constantly proves to me that God is so good. He has chosen me for this time and this purpose. I am so honored and so thankful to see how He's changing me.
We always have enough...
It may not be a big deal to some, but after having left a job and depending on one salary, we have learned that God does provide. It wasn't until we took this leap of faith by my leaving a teaching position that we've realized this in full. Before, the finances were always there, and now, they're not on a weekly/monthly basis... That's where God has stepped in. He's given us abilities which He has used to help us, and He has blessed us with unlikely "sponsors" that show up at just the right time. How thankful we are for His promises and His devout provision!
He's very clear...
Both my husband and I are VERY indecisive. Brian likes to think everything through logically (how much will it cost, is it a priority, will this put me ahead or behind), where as I just can't decide for ridiculous reasons (maybe something else will come up, this can't be reasonable, what will Brian think of this). However, God has made SO MANY THINGS clear to us lately that we've not had to make our own decisions at all. He has spoken timely and directly, and everything that we thought would be so difficult to choose has been so remarkably easy.
These are such small things, but they have had such a profound effect on our lives during this season of change. Through it all, we've learned that God's just waiting to bless us in His perfect timing. And He has. And it's good.
"Flicka" is 12 weeks TODAY!
I'm sure you're wondering about who "Flicka" is, but our little one is being called this by his/her daddy. When we never had the opportunity to hear our first child's heartbeat, when we went 6 weeks ago to the OB and saw the flickering on the screen, we were completely humbled. Since then, the baby has earned its keep as "Flicka". And no, that will NOT be its name or nickname. By the way, Brian didn't know it, but being the first-born son of a first-born son, it came as a surprise to my husband when I informed him that "Flicka" is Swedish for "beautiful, young girl." I think he's finally warming up to a girl, but we will be more than blessed by either.
My husband is my best friend!
Some days are hard, and some days we barely speak due to our busy schedules. However, mornings like these are what it is all about. Knowing you're exactly in the center of God's will and having Him answer prayers right before your eyes is amazing. Not to mention the fact that my wonderful husband woke up with the intention of heading to Hardee's to get me a biscuit but he couldn't remember what kind I liked (I haven't said anything about biscuits). As I was getting up, I mentioned that a biscuit would be so good, and before heading off to West TN, he ran out and got me 3 biscuits... 1 1/2 for this morning and 1 1/2 for tomorrow since he'll be away. How sweet is that?!
My pants don't fit so well...
To most women this would be a terrible realization, but for me, it is a wonderful reminder of God... How He grows us and reminds us of His abilities everyday if we're willing to see them. My ever-protruding midsection constantly proves to me that God is so good. He has chosen me for this time and this purpose. I am so honored and so thankful to see how He's changing me.
We always have enough...
It may not be a big deal to some, but after having left a job and depending on one salary, we have learned that God does provide. It wasn't until we took this leap of faith by my leaving a teaching position that we've realized this in full. Before, the finances were always there, and now, they're not on a weekly/monthly basis... That's where God has stepped in. He's given us abilities which He has used to help us, and He has blessed us with unlikely "sponsors" that show up at just the right time. How thankful we are for His promises and His devout provision!
He's very clear...
Both my husband and I are VERY indecisive. Brian likes to think everything through logically (how much will it cost, is it a priority, will this put me ahead or behind), where as I just can't decide for ridiculous reasons (maybe something else will come up, this can't be reasonable, what will Brian think of this). However, God has made SO MANY THINGS clear to us lately that we've not had to make our own decisions at all. He has spoken timely and directly, and everything that we thought would be so difficult to choose has been so remarkably easy.
These are such small things, but they have had such a profound effect on our lives during this season of change. Through it all, we've learned that God's just waiting to bless us in His perfect timing. And He has. And it's good.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Have We Ever Met?
If you had met me in February, you would have come to know a person full of hurt, disappointment, and heartache. If you had met me in March, you would have seen a person drowning in sorrow. If you had met me in April, you would have noticed that I was struggling to even love again. If you would have met me in May, you would have given up on me too.
If you had met me yesterday, you would have met the most thankful woman in the world. You would have seen how happy I was/am to be in love. You would have noticed how hard I tried to surprise my husband on his 28th birthday. You would have enjoyed watching me bake his favorite cupcakes and actually clean the house. You would have laughed to see me working out (oh yes, I am on a roll, and bound and determined). You would have wondered if anything could bring me down.
If you meet me today, you'll see my insecurities. You will understand that my life seems as if it's one long roller coaster ride that has no end. You will see my humble attempts at becoming a better wife and being a mother who is trying to be completely honored with the fact that her child is in Heaven. You will see how lonely I am - missing friends and realizing how much life has changed in just 2 short years. You will wonder about my heart - if I care or seem to notice what is going on around me. You will worry I have lost all hope in life. It would be okay for you to admit it... Because in some ways, it's all true.
If you meet me tomorrow, I promise I'll be trying harder than I was today. You will see that I'll be reading even more of my Bible to hear Him speak. You will learn that I am looking forward to my date night with my husband - something we haven't had in four months because the pain has overwhelmed me. You will see me swimming - weightless and free of guilt of the life I've lived. You would not have to wonder where my priorities lie, but solely on my relationship with Christ and then my best friend in the world. You'll see that I'm making the best out of what God has given me, and how hard that is for me. You'd want to keep your distance because I will still be fragile, but soon you'd realize how I long for your friendship.
Tomorrow will be another day... I'm praying that I have that chance. I realize how difficult it is to be my friend, relative, and reader, for that matter. Understand that I wish I could take it all back - every mistake, regret, circumstance, and tear. I hope that you know I do. I've done things I'm not proud of in the past, and even now, in the present time, I've walked and remained in the valley of the shadow of death, when God is urging me to move on. I've left you behind, I've neglected our relationship, and I've let go of life. Forgive me. I long to love, live, and laugh again... My perspective is clear, and my thoughts are vivid. I know it is God's push that has caused me to smile today... It will happen again... Maybe tomorrow, or even tonight, but I know God is holding my hand, and these are just seasons... And yes, they come and go.
Acts 3:19
"Therefore repent and turn back, that your sins may be wiped out so that seasons of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord."
If you had met me yesterday, you would have met the most thankful woman in the world. You would have seen how happy I was/am to be in love. You would have noticed how hard I tried to surprise my husband on his 28th birthday. You would have enjoyed watching me bake his favorite cupcakes and actually clean the house. You would have laughed to see me working out (oh yes, I am on a roll, and bound and determined). You would have wondered if anything could bring me down.
If you meet me today, you'll see my insecurities. You will understand that my life seems as if it's one long roller coaster ride that has no end. You will see my humble attempts at becoming a better wife and being a mother who is trying to be completely honored with the fact that her child is in Heaven. You will see how lonely I am - missing friends and realizing how much life has changed in just 2 short years. You will wonder about my heart - if I care or seem to notice what is going on around me. You will worry I have lost all hope in life. It would be okay for you to admit it... Because in some ways, it's all true.
If you meet me tomorrow, I promise I'll be trying harder than I was today. You will see that I'll be reading even more of my Bible to hear Him speak. You will learn that I am looking forward to my date night with my husband - something we haven't had in four months because the pain has overwhelmed me. You will see me swimming - weightless and free of guilt of the life I've lived. You would not have to wonder where my priorities lie, but solely on my relationship with Christ and then my best friend in the world. You'll see that I'm making the best out of what God has given me, and how hard that is for me. You'd want to keep your distance because I will still be fragile, but soon you'd realize how I long for your friendship.
Tomorrow will be another day... I'm praying that I have that chance. I realize how difficult it is to be my friend, relative, and reader, for that matter. Understand that I wish I could take it all back - every mistake, regret, circumstance, and tear. I hope that you know I do. I've done things I'm not proud of in the past, and even now, in the present time, I've walked and remained in the valley of the shadow of death, when God is urging me to move on. I've left you behind, I've neglected our relationship, and I've let go of life. Forgive me. I long to love, live, and laugh again... My perspective is clear, and my thoughts are vivid. I know it is God's push that has caused me to smile today... It will happen again... Maybe tomorrow, or even tonight, but I know God is holding my hand, and these are just seasons... And yes, they come and go.
Acts 3:19
"Therefore repent and turn back, that your sins may be wiped out so that seasons of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord."
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Empty Boxes
I had boxes full of Kindergarten supplies, classroom decorations, and crayons. As we packed up my room into cardboard boxes, I felt so empty. I am not saying this is a bad thing. I expected to be over-emotional, crying, and not wanting to leave, but counting down the minutes until time to leave, I had no feeling at all.
I know I could put this into elegant words to explain what this taught me, but let me just say this: I firmly believe God filled those cardboard boxes with exactly what needed to be in them for this point in my life. I was afraid that leaving was the wrong thing to do, but when God says to do something, I do not have to second guess Him. He proudly watched me as I looked into each empty box and packed it full of things that I had to say goodbye to. It is sad, knowing I will not be teaching next year, but the peace I have about not going back is so comforting. FULL! Just like those boxes, I am packed full of God's spirit and He is leading me onto my next move.
Sorry it is so short, but I am writing my husband's blogs for the next two weeks. I just finished this week's post. Please visit his Words of Encouragement site to view my article(s).
Help me to PRAY for him for the next 12 days until June 7th. He is with my grandfather and 20 others on a tour of Israel. Pray for safety and spiritual understanding. Keep up with their trip on Israel 2008.
I know I could put this into elegant words to explain what this taught me, but let me just say this: I firmly believe God filled those cardboard boxes with exactly what needed to be in them for this point in my life. I was afraid that leaving was the wrong thing to do, but when God says to do something, I do not have to second guess Him. He proudly watched me as I looked into each empty box and packed it full of things that I had to say goodbye to. It is sad, knowing I will not be teaching next year, but the peace I have about not going back is so comforting. FULL! Just like those boxes, I am packed full of God's spirit and He is leading me onto my next move.
Sorry it is so short, but I am writing my husband's blogs for the next two weeks. I just finished this week's post. Please visit his Words of Encouragement site to view my article(s).
Help me to PRAY for him for the next 12 days until June 7th. He is with my grandfather and 20 others on a tour of Israel. Pray for safety and spiritual understanding. Keep up with their trip on Israel 2008.
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