i can never think of a title, or they sound corny...i learned a valuable lesson last night, don't write at midnight when you are sleepy.
my boys laughed at my blog this morning, i could see it as their eyes met and they were laughing.
oh well, this is for me, nobody else. you see, i have always been a writer, not in the published way, but in the way that i don't trust my computer for to-do lists or calendar, i write it all down, oh, and still write letters...can any of you remember what those are?
i forgot, the first thing i was going to do this morning was apologize, for my grammer. i see red lines under sentences, but am not exactly sure how to correct some of them. luckily for me, this is not graded. i use commas, like i use chocolate, whenever i want too...
i did not really say yesterday, my first blog, that sounds so cool, that i am a mom, and mother of four boys. my husbands grandfather was one of 10 boys, that is the kind of question you ask when dating! i would not change a thing, boys are fun, different, as i was raised with 4 girls in our family. i wrote this blog because i have had several LARGE things happen this month. first, my dad, who i have not really known since age 13 is dying. my sister, half-sister, and i hate that word, how did we come up with a half? you can't be a half, like being half-pregnant...
she phoned us and we prayed about it and all four sisters went to austin texas to be with him. he is very sick and losing ground daily. it is a matter of time now. it is a wonder that from childhood, any of us really make it to adulthood. we are really the little girl or boy that lives in a household on any street usa. but we either come out or get stuck, some depends on your resolve, most depends on your faith. i let go many years ago the deep emotion. like crying in the theater, way more than was appropriate, at "father of the bride". at seeing other girls at girl scout functions with their dads, and all the things fathers do. i also saw many friends who had fathers, but they were absent in many ways to their daughters, just confirming that no situation is perfect. period. (i really love perfect)
well, i went to the hospital, moved my dad to hospice and then sat for awhile and let God heal all those emotions. i was holding my dads hand and he was asleep. i dozed, no matter how much coffee you have, and my sisters have been knows to cut me off, you doze sitting that still.
i had a vision, or dream or whatever of Jesus, he handed me a box, brown box and i looked inside and saw all the pain, suffering, disappointment and yucky stuff. then HE handed it to me and it was transformed to a beautifully wrapped gift with a wonderful bow and it became a present! HE wrapped up the garbage in my life, and gave it as a present, in a way that i could not have even dreamed up, and i have a great imagination! I never saw it coming. But HE had to have planned it for a lifetime...
i am writing the blog, because i was telling a friend my dream and she said, i hope you are writing this down, which i was not. along with this wrap up God provided, he also gave me a sister, and two nephews. (remember, i live in my mind in the town of perfect) this has thrown me a bit, i'm a little confused because i am always open to what God has in front of me, jump in head first, but this...i feel like a walking contradiction, if truth be told. i remember a few years back when everyone read "The Prayer of Jabez", walking around saying "expand my territory Lord". did any of us really mean it??? i think i am looking at it right in front of my face. forced to answer his call. i'm writing, just thinking it through, as most of my life, there has been an obvious path, a straightforward answer...
the path to holiness is a process! HE is constantly, pushing me to another level of trust. anyone who knows me, my sisters the best, i'm a type A, first born, control freak, although we recently chose "driven and focused" as the way to describe me! back to trust, we live going to church, reading scripture, feeling as though we are completely trusting, UNTIL HE makes us trust. i am praying i use this opportunity to do just that, to rely on HIM and know that he is wanting more from me, and me wanting to be that person that fell in love with HIM at age 7.
Lord, bless this day and all whose lives you put me in contact with. help me flow, not fight the process and to keep my eyes on you...