4 posts from May 2008

This verse actually mixes well with the verses in Exodus...Today, I set before you a choice...choose life.  I will choose God's path of blessings (seems so obvious when the alternative is curses from a sovereign God). 

Some thoughts:

Me and my house: over the last year, I have become acutely aware of my influence on little ones running afoot.  What I do, what I choose is played out in the boy and the girl.  I set the tone for the house, and therefore, I can say...as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.

We are a united force.  I am so happy to have a husband and a house that seeks God and the things of God.  I pray for my friends who must stand alone and live out 1 Peter 3, because with this I can say...as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.

Serve.  It's actually quite the word.  It indicates humility.  It indicates a higher authority to be served, someone to answer to, someone in control, someone besides me whom I answer to...and is worthy of my service.  The desire of true service is to please that person who is worthy of my service; to bring Him glory, to make Him look good.  So looking forward to the day were I can lay my crown I don't deserve at His feet, I will serve Him who deserves my heart, my soul and my life...for His glory, to His good purpose.....with this I say....as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.

So today I choose what God has set before me, I choose His blessing, I choose life, and as for me and my house (pardon my liberty), but we choose to serve the Lord.

I work in health care.  It is one of the most rewarding jobs, and at certain blips in time, one of the most painful jobs.  People will frequently say "don't get involved", "don't get attached".  These people must not work with others.  I am called by my faith to get involved and attached.  I am called to help those I work with and those I serve. 

It's times like now, the blip, when I have a full understanding of Psalm 46:10.  God is God.  God is sovereign, and despite the circumstances of life--he holds the keys to life (mine, yours, everyone else's).  One of my patients has cancer and is in a downward spiral of health.  The cancer won't be what takes her life, everything else shutting down in her body will.  Another one is the caregiver for her husband.  She just had a significant stroke.  She needs to learn to slow down, while her husband (also stroke survivor) needs to learn to push himself more.  Then my other patient, well, in the midst of trauma she has found Christ.  God is in control, and will handle each of these lives as He sees fit.  The amazing thing is despite me and my existence -- in the end He has already handled everything, for He has prepared a place for each of them and me in His palace.

I'm hoping for a king sized bed and a huge bath tub.

When the good Lord was creating mothers, he was into his sixth day of overtime, when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the spec on this one? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; have 180 moveable parts, all replaceable;run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that disappears when she stands up, a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair,  and six pair of hands.
"The angel shook her head slowly and said,"Six pairs of hands...no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord."It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, "What are you kids doing in there?" when she already knows. Another here, in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't, but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, "I understand and I love you," without so much as uttering a word."
"Lord,"said the angel, touching his sleeve gently, "Rest for now. Tomorrow..."
"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick, can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower.
"The angel circled the model of the mother very slowly."She's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what the mother can do or endure."
"Can she think?"
"Not only think, but she can reason and compromise,"said the Creator. Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
"There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you, you were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride."
"You're a genius," said the angel. The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there."

written by Erma Bombeck

....and a special thanks to my mom, for all your years of support, love, urging, consoling, pushing, joking, etc.  Your the best mom I could have ever had!  Thanks mom!

Okay, so  my husband emailed me yesterday.  He stays up until 2-3am studying (or so I thought) most nights because of how hard it is to study during the day with a 2 and 6 year old running around (they are soooo demanding :D ).  Anyways, evidently at times he is highly distractable--hence 2 nights ago when he was distracted by the desire to learn to whistle LOUDLY.  Now the rest of us get to join in the fun by listening to this obnoxious new found talent.

I also learned a valuable lesson tonight.  Look at links your hubby sends you before posting, not after.  The first one had some, well, shall we say, inappropriate...ummmm.....finger gestures on it.  So I deleted the link, and you can search you tube on your own for lessons on whistling.