Friday was a rainy day in So California. Joe came home from work early, due to the rainy conditions. He left his lights on in his truck. We jumped his truck and everything seemed fine. On Saturday, he couldn't get his truck to start again, so he called brother Don-Andre and they worked on the truck for several hours. I was at work all day and when I came home he told me he wasn't able to get his truck running quite right.
In my owned mind, I was thinking, what an attack we have been having, on our cars. My brake lights on my car were out and it wasn't a fuse and after 2 weeks of trying to figure it out, it turned out to be the brake light sensor. We had a quote for $500.00 worth of repairs and Joe fixed it for $40.00. Amen to that, and we were praising God. Less than a week later, his truck is not working and I am thinking "Were is God in all of this?" Are we being attacked? What will we do if we can't get to work? I let the thought go through my mind but then rebuked it.
So Joe was able to get to work but if he didn't keep the gas depressed the truck would stall. Not a very safe way to be driving and he told me it stalled on him a couple of times. While at work he met a man, who said he could help him out with his truck. So after work he drove it over to his house and they worked on it. The check engine light then came on, on his way to his house. He had a vehicle code reader and they worked on the truck for 10 minutes. Joe started to witness to him and they stopped working on the truck. They talked about an hour, and now Joe has a bible study set up, and his girlfriend and him are going to come to church. Joe was so excited as he always is when God sends someone his way. The miracles of God didn't stop there. They decided to continue checking the truck out and when Joe got in the truck started normally and didn't idle high like it had before. NOTHING WAS WRONG WITH THE TRUCK! All the way home the truck drove normally. What an awesome God we serve!
" A religious man is a person who holds God and man in one thought at one time, at all times, who suffers harm done to others, whose greatest passion is compassion, whose greatest strength is love and defiance of despair. " - Abraham Joshua Heschel
"And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing." 1Cor 13:2
"And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity." 1Cor 13:13
Merriaim-Webster: Charity- benevolent goodwill toward or love of humanity
These things are some things that came to my mind this morning. We need to love one another or we are outside of the will of God. I want to go about my day today with love in my heart for others and I hope you do also. I want to have faith to move mountians, but most of I I need to love others.
"Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself." Matt 22:37-39
When you think of thanksgiving what do you think of? Most people think of Pilgrims and Indians. Some think of patriotism. Some think of the food, or parades. When some says "What do you have to be thankful for?" Some might say my family or friends. Others might say that I have a place to call home or something to eat, clothes to wear etc. Here is the definition of that thanks giving is. Merriam-Webster Difines THANKSGIVING: 1: the act of giving thanks 2: a prayer expressing gratitude 3 a: a public acknowledgment or celebration of divine goodness
Need I say more? There is one thing above all else that I am thankful for and that is, that GOD found me. That I know HIM. Above all else he has changed me and I will never be the same. So how do you thank him? Just read definition (2), and (3). Today will be about HIM.
Some history on thanksgiving: Thanksgiving was proclaimed by every president after Lincoln. The date was changed a couple of times, most recently by Franklin Roosevelt, who set it up one week to the next-to-last Thursday in order to create a longer Christmas shopping season. Public uproar against this decision caused the president to move Thanksgiving back to its original date two years later. And in 1941, Thanksgiving was finally sanctioned by Congress as a legal holiday, as the fourth Thursday in November.
If interested in more facts visit this site: http://www.thanksgivingworld.com/thanksgiving-history.html
When we sin it is impossible for us to please GOD. Everything works for good for those who love the LORD. We believe that GOD isn't helping us or that we are just unlucky, but if we could understand that if we have faith and trust in GOD, HE will work it out. Sometimes GOD gives us a glimps of what is going to happen, to give us faith, and help us along the way.
We sometimes see things on the outside but if we could get a vision of what is really in someones heart, we might understand what GOD is trying to do. Our way is not his. We have a propensity to look with a superfical eye, when we need to look into someones heart. That is easier to do when we love someone.
We have a resposibilty to love others, but first and foremost we need to keep ourselves pure and Holy, so we can be found acceptable to him. I sometimes tell the children in Sunday school, or other children I come into contact with, or my own children "That's not a wise choice" or "What you did, is not acceptable" I realize that it is that easy, "Am I making the right choices?" What I am doing, will it be found "Holy and acceptable to GOD?" I want to be found Holy and acceptable to my GOD and Savior. And as the song goes: He's done so much for me, I can not tell it all...
Well Piglet had to stay at my work, in a kennel, from Wed morning, until Sat afternoon when we got back from WCC. She is definitely doing better. So much so that I caught her stealing food from the NEW bag of cat food, I just brought into the house. I screamed "Piglet!" She paused and gave me a look as to say "What?"
And then just continued to rip the bag and help herself.
What could I do? I would have given anything to see her eat that way when she was sick. Anyways her name is Piglet. They say animals live up to the names you give them.
Well, we're back from our trip. I wasn't as restful as I thought. Part of that was somewhat due to the fact that as we arrived I started feeling sick. Even though I felt sick in my body, my soul was being feed. What a time of refreshing it was. This picture is of a Lake up in the Grapevine area, not sure of the name. Kevin did a great job of taking the picture across Madison's lap and out the window in a moving car going 75 MPH, Thanks Kevin! (Since I was driving)
This picture is of a single cloud. I was driving back and this little lone cloud caught my eye. It was on the drivers side and again Kevin came to the rescue, taking this pic for me. The whole sky was light blue and there was no other clouds in the sky. No sooner did he take the pic and we continued to look for it, and it was gone.
"And it came to pass at the seventh time, that he said, Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man’s hand. And he said, Go up, say unto Ahab, Prepare thy chariot, and get thee down, that the rain stop thee not." 1 Kings 18:44
I looked at Joe and said "Do you think it is the size of a mans hand?" I have to continue to pounder what this all means, because I don't think it was a coincidence that we all saw it.
Well, we'll be leaving in the morning, on our way to Fresno, CA. We will be at WCC, until Saturday. It will be a wonderful time of refreshing. It will also be a great time of getting away and relaxing. I am really looking foward to getting away since we didn't get a summer vacation this year. I also look forward to my soul being blessed. I will be thinking and praying for those who didn't get to make it to confrence this year. GOD BLESS you all, and I will have a good report to share with everyone, as well as some pic's when we return.
This is my cat Piglet. She is a 4 years old domestic short haired cat that someone brought into the clinic that I worked in, in Riverside, CA. She stated that she found her in the alleyway behind the Dental office she worked in, and couldn't keep her because she is allergic to cats. I believed her when she started sneezing violently before she even left our clinic.
I took one look at this 3 week old kitten and said, "I'll bottle feed her and foster her until I can find her a good home. There is NO way I'm keeping that Torti cat, (which is what her color marking is called) because they have a bad reputation for being very sassy, and hard to handle" "Spitfire" is a good term, but my husband has a better term, "Firecracker!"
Well I fed her until she was 5 weeks old, and I am experienced enough to know that when you raise a kitten, it is rather hard to find them a home. I started putting out the word to friends at work that I had this kitten and needed to find it a home. A good friend of mine said she knew someone who was looking for a kitten. After some phone calls, she told me that this person was so excited and wanted to come that day to get the kitten and take her away. You would think that someone socked me in my stomach. I told my friend that the kitten was still to young and I would have her for at least another week or two. Her friend wanted the kitten today. She wouldn't take no for an answer. She said she would finish raising the kitten. I didn't know what to do. I called my husband and told him the situation. Then I cried. I couldn't give her away. I asked him if we could keep her, and he said "I didn't think you would ever give her away, not when I saw how you cared for her. Cooing and awing at her all the time. Yes we can keep her" I was fooling myself into thinking I could give her away, when even my husband knew I could never do it. What a wise husband I have...LOL So I gave my friend the bad news, her friend would have to find another kitten.
It didn't take long for me to find the perfect name for her, because when she started eating regular cat food and there was no stopping her. She had a red plush dog bone to play with, that was her favorite when she was little. It was as big as she was. I also tried to brake her of all her sauciness. But my methods failed. She grew up to be as sassy as the worst Tori cats I have ever seen. Here is a pic of her with her favorite bone. She thinks she's is killing it.
Well I wrote this blog because Piglet is really sick. She has had a fever for 7 days averaging around 104*F, The highest being 105.2*F She didn't eat for 6 days. My vet put her on 4 medications, 2 antibiotics an appetite stimulant, and a steroid. She is feeling much better. My vet, Dr Herrera, is wonderful and also my good friend. She has been straight forward with me and says we need to wait and see, how she responds to the medications. I post another update later hopefully with good news on Piglets recovery.
The little bunny I named Peter, died today of an infection from a little wound it got on it's nose last week trying to get out of his cage. I thought, it's not a very big wound it will heal, and it will be okay. I forgot to take into consideration how tiny this little bunny was. He weighted about 10 oz. Much smaller than the little orphaned kittens I sometimes feed and raise. So he couldn't handle any infection, since he was so little. Poor Maddy found him, and Kevin thought is was asleep. Joe had to tell him the truth, and Kevin buried him where I made my garden last year under the Ficus tree.
Well, I do have to say this blog entry is for Caleb. He will enjoy this the most. This baby bunny was found at my husbands job site. Clearing away brush, and having probationers helping, this tiny baby bunny was found under a wood pile. I am calling it a he, because he reminds my of Peter rabbit. It is one of my favorite children's book, and very true to life.
Well I think Peter was taking a nap (Bunny nap, not cat nap...LOL) when he was disturbed by a girl doing community service and cleaning up with a pitch fork! I think this tiny little bunny was in a state of shock. As a prey species, they inherently play dead in hopes the one holding them will loosen their grip, and he can scurry away. Well, by that point my husband had it in a hard hat holding it.
Of course animal rescuer that I am my husband called me and I met him on the shoulder of the freeway to save this scared cold and hungry little bun. He didn't do much for several hours when I got it home. I gave it a little of everything I give my domestic rabbit and left it alone. After about six hours I couldn't keep enough food in it cage. It was hungry, and now it was pooping A LOT! I was amazed at how much one tiny, 8 oz. little thing could eat and poop.
As a vet tech I know the most important thing for a rabbit to do is eat. If they fast for any reason, their gut will shut down and they will die. If a rabbit is eating, then they have to poop also, because what goes in, must come out. They have very fast metabolism, so it doesn't take long.
The worst thing you can do when you rescue and rehabilitate any orphaned or wild animal, is give them a name. There is a 90% chance that it will never leave your house. Everything in me is yelling to go release it ASAP. It is not injured, it is eating and drinking, so it should be okay. They other part of me is saying fatten it up a little then go release it somewhere safe. Not by the side of the freeway were I found it. There will be another blog soon with pic's of when I released the bunny and I am sure it will be much happier, and I will have my blog and pics to remember the little bunny I helped.
Well she survived and so did I. It was really funny though. I was not really used to Maddy being gone. I seemed like the week didn't go by fast enough. Looking back it really wasn't that long. Maddy had a blast at science camp. Her camp counselor was Emily. She was so nice to help Maddy with her hair! Thank you GOD! She really didn't look to bad when she got home. But everything is covered in dust. They learned lots of camp fire songs. One was just like Father Abraham, except it was called The penguin dance!? They roasted marshmallows, she had Chickadees come and take food from her hand. How awesome!
The night hike was really cool. Maddy saw Jupiter through the Telescope. Her counselor told them stories at night before bedtime. She had a great time and I would recommend all children to go and learn about things, that I think are the funniest subjects to learn about.
It is with great sadness that I make this blog entry. The wonderful mother of a family of 5 children was tragically killed in a n automobile accident. I thought long and hard as to wither or not I should make this blog entry. I know for some it will be very hard to read this, it is very hard to write it. Asada Kalar was a native of the country of Liberia or the Ivory coast I am not to sure. She came to the United states and lived near our Church. She was invited to our church when we were having outreach one Saturday, and having children, we invited them to our Sunday school. Frank and Sabrina Peavey were wonderful at making contact and going to pick up the children up for Sunday school. Of course having been the teacher of Tarley, my heart aches for him the most because I was the closest to him. They were having hard times, living in an apartment, and trying to keep up with the demands of a family of 5. Asada always had a smile on her face. She didn't speak very good english but she would always smile and nod at your questions of her. Her children were always very hungry for God. They always participated in sunday school. I had many questions from Tarley, always searching for answers about things of God that he didn't understand.
I remember one time Sabrina and Philana took them some groceries. She never asked for anything from our church, but when we gave, there was always a tear in her eye. Asada was always very grateful for everything our church did for her and her family. You could tell she really loved all her children. One time I gave them some children's clothes. I thought Asada was going to cry. She grab me and hugged me and just kept saying "Thank you, thank you" She couldn't say much more in her broken english. I remember thinking how much we have, and how much we take for granted.
When we heard they would be moving to the midwest, we were all sad. I remember thinking if they'd just stay a little longer, the boys would be filled with the Holy Ghost. They were really searching for God at this time, and even got Baptized in Jesus name before they left. I was so proud of them. They were very excited too. The move was going to be good for them, better job opportunity and cheaper rent.
We are still not sure how the accident happened, all we know is that Asada is gone and has left behind a husband and 5 children all under the age of 12 years old. Please pray for this family in there time of need, especially the children.
It has been a week of getting ready. Does she have enough socks? Will she be warm enough? What if it snows? All these questions and more have been going through my mind for the last 48 hours. The mad scrabble at the last minute to get everything done.
Joe was home this morning when I took Madison to school, to see her off at the bus. It was nice because he was able to get Kevin to school so I could take Maddy. She was so excited, and nervous. Then he was able to get to the school before she left to say goodbye. Thank God for state holidays. (For those of you who are not state workers... it is Columbus day, all state workers are off today.)
I'm glad she's had so much practice going to our sectional Jr. Camp. I don't have to worry about her getting home sick. I do worry about her hair though. She is not the best at taking a quick shower....well, to be truthful, 30 minutes is not unheard of, but she does have a lot of hair. At camp they are allowed 3 minutes showers. 3 minutes! I will be praying that God helps her get all the shampoo out of her hair. I'm sure I'll have fun, washing and brushing her hair when she gets back. LOL
The offical Yahoo weather for today says that Running Springs, California: high today is 78*F and the low tonight will be 41*F. They will be going on a night hike sometime this week, to study the stars, and nocturnal animals, etc. I hope it gets warmer.
Freedom is a wonderful thing I wish I could be free but for a bird it is not good being stuck in a cage forever I've got to be free so I can really fly the cloudy skies above.
It would be good to fly again to get out there and fly away so high that I can see everything below me It would be fun to get out there with other birds.
But I can not have freedom because I am stuck in this cage until the door opens, I will have my freedom to fly away.
Kevin Hall Oct 1,2007
My son wrote this today in English class and I just had to put it on my blog. He was excited when I picked him up from school and said "Mom, I wrote my first poem today." It is based on a poem by Maya Angelou, called CAGED BIRD but his spin on it was freedom.
Freedom means a lot of different things to different people. To some it might be being able to come and go as they please. To others it might be being able to say what they want, when they want to say it. To even others it might strike the picture of a Marine standing in the desert of Iraq, but to those of us who are Christians it means being able to worship our God without the threat of being arrested or even killed. Reading this poem, reminds me that we all have the freedom, the freedom to fly. We can all spread our wings and tell others, or better yet show others the freedom we have in Christ.
This blog entry has been working on me for about 10 days. It is really hard for me to talk and think about spiders, and I guarantee my skin will be crawling after I get finish with this entry.
A couple of weeks ago, when it was still very warm in So Cal, my plumeria plant was looking very withered, and being in direct sun, I decided to move the plant into a partially sunny area of my yard. In the process of moving it, I noticed a very large spider running up it's now torn web. She was caring a yellow egg packet with two legs and running on six. I only saw her for a couple of seconds and now she was hidden under a leaf somewhere. The days passed and I kept thinking about her and the egg, wondering when it would hatch. The thought of thousands of little spiders, that, one day would be big like her was a bit overwhelming.
Then one day I noticed something, one of the leaves was kinda rolled up and spider web all around it, she had placed her egg right there and you could see it in full view. If you looked closely, you could see her hi dding behind it. She had yellow/brown legs with black strips on them and a very big abdomen, off White/stone color with tan spots. I guess someone who studies spiders might have been extremely excited but I was kinda grossed out. One of the most interesting things about her was her egg packet, unlike anything I have ever seen, it had spikes all over it.
So after deciding I couldn't kill her, I went with plan B. I wanted to know if she was poisonous. If she was then she would have to be killed but if she was a harmless garden spider then I would have to go with plan B. So I put the previous pic's on the web and a guy e-mailed me to tell me she was a "Brown widow spider" cousin to the black widow. They come from Africa, and their venom is poisonous but when they bite, they inject so little venom that no human was ever hurt by one. They came to So Cal about 5 years ago in shipping containers. Their numbers are not that numerous but they give away that this was my spider was the egg sack. No other spider has an egg sack with spikes all over it except these spiders. He sent me this pic
I looked at Joe and said "That's my spider!" So plan B consists of calling my friend/manager/co-worker, Angel who's son is really into these things. He has all kinds of incests and spiders at their house. She was excited to hear about my spider and said she wanted it. So Joe helped me get it into a plastic bottle. I took it to work and she came and got it. She's not scared of these things (I think she's a little desensitized!) LOL. Now I am waiting and she is feeding her crickets and waiting for the egg to hatch. She will send me pic's of the as it happens and I will be posting more about the spider I gave up for adoption.
Kevin just finished his first week of high school. HIGH SCHOOL! 2 years ago I made a comment that I was to young to have a child in Junior high school. Getting ready for high school seemed a little bit different. I was not as freaked out as I had been when he started junior high. I think high school was a lot easier for him than junior high. I missed his origanal registeration day. We were at camp meeting, so his counselor said the make up day was the day before school started. I geuss up until then I was in denial that my son was going to be at a school with 18 year old boys/men. It all hit me when we were finally there to register. I think it went really well, no major problems with registation, but the reality hit me. Then I FREAKED OUT!
The next day was the first day of school. I took the day off of work like I always do. Last year Joe said, "Why do you have to take the whole day off?" Now, I am a mother, and no matter how old my childern are, I AM THEIR MOTHER! Joe said jokingly of course, "I would just drop him off at the corner" (HUSBANDS!) I was really glad I was there with Kevin, and although he wants to fly on his own, I know he was glad I was there also. I was standing in line with him and he looked at me, "You can go now mom" he said. I told him I would sit over on the bench and be there if he needed me. Otherwise, you just do your thing. He said OKAY! I sat down and waited. I was glad I stayed, he got his schedule and couldn't find his first class. So I helped him and then I left for home.
It's funny how things went that day. I have had plenty of days off of work and home alone, but this day wes filled with an anticipation of "I wounder how his day is going?" I think I looked at the clock about 100 times, and even counted how much longer I had until I picked him up.
The rest of the day was acutually pretty funny also. At 2:30pm when I picked Madison up from school, it was about 105 degrees outside. Knowing how hot it was I grabbed 2 cold bottles of water, and headed off to pick the kids up. Madison's day was great as always. I she was glad I brought her water. I was driving towards Kevin's school when I saw this boy, about 13 years old walking his dog. The VET TECH in me came out. I know super vet tech to the rescue! It was so hot and this dog was about to die of heat stroke. It was a pug. They are brachiocephelic dog and can't breathe in regular room temp, let alone 105 degrees. I told Madison THAT DOG IS DIEING! I mad a u-turn and pulled over and talked to the boy who was nevous talking to a stranger. He politely declined a ride home, so I did what I had to do. I gave away Kevins cold water bottle! LOL, You all thaought I was going to say I stole the dog , huh? Well needless to say when I picked up Kevin he said his day went well, he only got lost one time.
On our way home, Kevin saw his friend. We pulled over but couldn't offer him a ride. His bike had broke down and the tire was off the wheel frame. He was walking his bike home. I felt bad so we gave him a hot bottle of water which is all we had and he thanked us. About 20 minutes later he called to say that his bike was hit/side swiped by a truck, which did't even stop to see if he was okay. He was okay, but his bike was more messed up than before.
What a first day of school. I was so glad to spend the day, watching my kids grow up. Last year when Joe said "Your going to take the whole day off of work?" I said "Kevin only has 4 more first days of school left, For the rest of his life, I only have 4 more times, I get to take him to school on the first day" But now I only have 3. Cherish your children, they grow up way to fast.
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6
So I have often complained to Joe that we live in about 1,000 sq ft place. I have 3 cats. So by division, thats about 333 sq ft per cat. You would think they could handle that. Well not so. A house cat pays "THE RENT" by making sure their territory is free of rodents, insects, small reptiles, and any other creepy crawly thing that could make its' way in the house. On two occasions this has proved to be less than satisfactory. About 6 months ago, was had a small mouse in our kitchen. Kevin saw it. He yelled at Maddie, who jump on the couch. They watched as the mouse ran from the kitchen to the living room, right by Missy and Toby, and out the front door, slipping under the screen door (which is how I assumed it got in in the first place). 2 cats sleeping, while "THE RENT" ran out the door.
Sunday we had the lizard incident, which I thought was all over. Not so. About noon on monday, I went into the bathroom to find a cute little guy looking at me. A LIZARD! He ran behind the toilet and after some contemplation as to how to pick him up, I placed a small hand towel over and picked him up. This was not the lizard from Sunday morning. He had every bit of his tail. Boy, was he mad! He was thrashing his tail, and whipping it around. I screamed and Kevin came running to open up the doors as I escorted this guy out of my house! (Of course I was holding on with two hands!)LOL!
So here we are again 2 times in 6 months, and The rent was still unpaid. I called Joe to tell him of all the drama, I was having and I asked him this question "How does a lizard get into the house and all the way to the bathroom without 1 of 3 cats seeing him?" Only God in Heaven know the laziness of my 3 very spoiled cats! Some day the rent WILL be paid!
Some disturbing things happened the last couple of days in our house. It all started on Sunday morning. I got up to put the rabbit outside, like I usually do. Little did I know that there was a lizard in the sliding glass door track. Unfortunately, I think I caught his tail, and if you have ever seen a lizards tail after it comes off, it's kinda gross. Well, needless to say Piglet found it right away. She is always watching what I do. I think she saw the lizard outside and was slamming herself into the glass door. I was so glad the lizard went out the door and its' tail was the only thing it left behind in the kitchen. It wasn't the nicest way to wake up on a nice sunny sunday morning. As evience of our sunday morning adventure I took a picture of Piglets prize. She was quite proud.
We can do a lot running in our lives. In Heb 12:1 The apostle Paul writes "let us run with patience the race that is set before us." Are you running away from your race? We spent just as much energy running from what GOD wants us to do that if we could give that energy to GOD and run the race HE has set before us all, we would live happier more productive lives.
I want to place my energy in what GOD has for me, and not in running.... How about you?
I realize the more I read blogs, the more it makes me think of all the funny things that have happened to me in my life. I realizes that this blog is still in the making, and in a way it needs to find it's self, develop over time. So I had a brain storm, once in a while I will post a funny story about myself.
When I was very young, I had lots of great adventures with my various grand parents and siblings, aunts and uncles. One of which, I will share here today. My grandfather, Grandpa Joe, would call me "Alice the menace", after the famous "Dennis the Menace" and when I read that comic strip, I see were it comes from...
In my simple mind my Grandmother's name should be "Grandma Joe" because, if that was my Grandpa's name then it should be my grandma's name too, my simple thinking...LOL. Really her name was "Grandma Ester", which to this day doesn't sound quite right. So "Grandma Joe" it is, and will always be.
I must have been 3-4 years old, and I remember it like it was yesterday. My Grandma Joe sold Avon. She stayed home and took care of me in my early years of life. Well, she was a very sociable person and had many friends in the neighborhood were she lived in. Needless to say she was good at selling to her friends all different kinds of cosmetics and perfumes and soaps, etc. She also always had plenty of samples that came along with her orders.
One day I decided that I would help myself to some samples, you know nice smelling perfumes, and red, red lipsticks, and very blue eye shadows. I proceeded to open all the samples I could find and test everything out I could open. I think my grandmother always new something was wrong when I was quiet. It was never good if she had to look for me. Well I was in the back of the house in an extra room where she kept her orders of Avon. When she found me I had opened every single lipstick, eyeshadow and cosmetic that she had ordered for all of her customers. I couldn't understand what I had done wrong. But this was a day I never did forget, and I never did understand how many dollars of merchandise I had ruined. I'm not sure but I think there was a lock on that door thereafter...LOL!
"The thoughts of the wicked are an abomination to the Lord; but the words of the pure are pleasant words." Proverbs 15:26
This is only one of many verses in the bible that use the word "ABOMINATION" Abomination-Something disgusting, an idol. I want my thoughts to be found as pleasant words do God, not something disgusting. Remember that God sees our thoughts, to Him, it is like we spoke our thoughts out loud, and He heard. Can you imagine if you spoke out loud every thing you ever thought and people heard you? Well, someone does hear you, it is God... does He hear pleasant words?
Tonight because Kevin and Madison were out having fun at the beach with Youth Alive, Joe and I thought it would be a good idea to go out and eat a steak dinner. Now those who know me, know I like a good steak dinner. We went over to Northwoods Inn resturant in La Mirada and shared a huge porterhouse steak, that between the two of us we couldn't finish. We got the doggy bag and everything. On the way home we thought it would be nice to go over to Downtown Disney and walk around. (We really needed an excuse to get some Disneyland chocolate) So we walked around and listened to some really good musicians. Got our candy and headed back home. Then it dawned on me "WERE OUT ON A DATE!" We had such a good time it was really nice to have sometime together without the kids. www.clearmansrestaurants.com/LMirada.html
Joe told me about a verse in the bible once, I have never read it but knew it was in the book of proverbs. I was listening to the radio and they quoted this verse "Whoso digith a pit shall fall there in: and he that rolleth a stone, it will return upon him." Proverbs 26:27 God impressed on me while I was praying the other day, (and I really believe nothing happens by accident), I opened the bible up, at random and there was the verse in the bible. It caught my eye, Proverbs 26:27. I heard and read the same verse in the span of 4 hours. Coincidence? I don't think so.
So know what do I do? Let me tell you, when God talks to you that way, you listen. I defenetly prayed for my self and my family. It was very moving and I prayed for other people I know also. You need to think about the things you say to people. If you want to do Gods will, make sure it's Gods will and not your own, or the stone may just roll your way, or mine.
It has arrived! I have been waiting and watching daily for my Plumeria to blossom. It has been 10 days since the buds were noticed. Every time I would arrive home I would look and see if it was open yet. Sometimes I would say in frustration to Joe, IS IT EVER GOING TO BLOOM!? I have had this plant for 1 1/2 years. My good friend from work Cathy gave it to me. I was disappointed last year when it didn't bloom. They are such magnificent flowers. It is amazing the miracle of God's doing. No matter how much I wanted that blossom to open, it was in God's time that it was opened, by Him.
This picture was taken at the Tustin street fair Chili cook off June 4th. Joe sometimes calls me a firecracker, well I guess Madison would be a Mini Firecracker. What can I say like mother like daughter.
This is my typical day at work...lol J/K, i see a cat like this maybe once weekly. But most of the time it is just a show, then again sometimes not. Thought is was pretty awsome video of the way some cats act. Enjoy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGvUSCo6_LY PS sorry if you have nightmares now.
I could have also call this blog: Kevin and Madison go to Disneyland (is there any were else to go?) Piglet's adventures, or Life with the Dunn's. The ingenious title I came up with is Alice's Blog, go figure.
I want to give credit were credit is due. After telling Sabrina my many animal adventures particularly one involving about 6 hours of watching and taking care of baby birds that had fallen into my yard, she said you need to create a blog. The light bulb came on then. The power of suggestion. Then after my Pastor, Pastor Pryor got my husband blogging. I wanted to blog too!