I love watching people grow (up). It is so cool to watch old friends, who were just as likely to get in trouble as I was, grow in to really awesome adults. People embracing the incredible gift of parenthood. People loving the Lord, and sharing it openly. People unafraid of admitting that they don't know everything, or that they need help. Facebook makes it possible to see little glimpses of their lives, and I cherish the opportunity to connect. I am sure many who knew me back in my days as a young woman, are surprised to see me sharing my faith. I like that. I am a perfect example of God's love, he doesn't love me because I am or ever was perfect, I was a rebellious, and wreck less kid. He protected me from bad judgement, over, and over. Evidently he has a plan for me that included living past 25. He has gifted me with a family, children who count on me, and the responsibility of raising men who know the Lord. That is a job I take seriously. As I continue to grow, I am a better resource for my sons. Being open to sharing my faith opens really cool doors of opportunity. In fact, just the other day I got in an awesome discussion about Joseph and his progression from the hated little brother to the trusted right hand to Pharaoh, who saved so many despite the many who would have seen him dead or jailed- with my pool man. He is an Armenian gentleman, and to my surprise, a Christian, saved a few years ago. He was thrilled to discuss this with me, and couldn't believe I was discussing it with my sons. He called the Bible his "Life Saver". He said he wished his parents had shared the Word with him as a child. I am not especially Bold about sharing the gospel, so it was cool for me to have this conversation outside of the safety of church, or a bible study. I loved hearing his testimony too. I am babbling, sorry. I just get excited when I see how God works in the lives of people. It never ceases to amaze me.
I am swirling in chaos! Our little remodeling projects, ie: painting the boys rooms, have resulted in a whirl of mess, mess, mess. My husband has been diligently painting walls, repurposing furniture, meanwhile all of the clothing, shoes, toys, junk, furniture we are no longer using, etc... is lining the hallways and rooms of my house! We have tried to engage the boys in this project, but it has somehow eluded them that they have any responsibility for putting the house back together, so it it a painful exercise of command and whine. Today, we must put it back, we cannot start the week in madness. So my day, is going to be interesting. They need to help, a lot. I need to figure out how to motivate them to help, without them feeling like they are being tortured. Wish me luck, at 10:30, video games, and NFL TV go off, and cleaning commences. I'd better have another cup of coffee, and pray for the next half hour, I'm gonna need it.
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