summer's comin'

I was eating an ice cream cone recently and contemplating the differences between sugar cones and regular cones. I am definitely for regular. Where Sugar cones tend to crumble and crack, never have a straight edge and often leak out the bottom leaving you messy and sticky, regular cones are perfectly suited for consumption. First you start by Eating the very tiny edge wetting your appetite for the remainder, this is followed by biting the large protruding portion of the cone which gives your taste buds enough to want to devour the rest in one huge bite- (but you fight the urge knowing that soon all will be as it should and you can lay back in the hammock to soak up the sun.) once again come the little nibbles to straighten all edges. this is a very critical step and must be done very carefully while pushing the ice cream into the furthest crevasses so every bite is filled with the creaming cool goodness. By this time the cone is the perfect size for going into the mouth to be bitten just above the squares at the bottom. Once again you go back to nibbling to smooth the edges before the last bite of all. Ahh! The perfect size so as to cover the inside of you mouth without being too big to be uncomfortable. You smash it with your tongue against the roof of your mouth to release the remainder of that refreshing flavor to every surface inch of your mouth. Total enjoyment! Totally un-messy, and totally worth every minute! Oh how I long for my hammock!

a dirty heart

The heart is more desperately sick than all else, who can know it? I am thankful that the lord is so gracious in only revealing a small amount of my heart at a time, lest I be overwhelmed by the blackness of it. To realize that I don’t even know my own heart is a bit scary (especially when he shows me just a little.) And yet His patience as he reveals areas of weakness and sin while supplying the necessary items for change never cease to amaze me. On top of which he is always waiting and willing to help me all over again when I fall. I am so thankful to my lord for his patience, his never ending love, and his constant care for me and my dirty heart.

Experience Jersey

Just wanted to let everyone know we’ll be adding a deck to our pool this summer and it’s going to be great! So I officially invite all of you to come visit sometime during the summer to try out the new deck( It’s hard to make changes on something so big in size, but nothing is impossible.) And for all of you “used to be Michiganders” I think it’s time you came to visit! Then you would all be able to share in the joy of Jersey.

true friends

So I've been thinking about friends lately and what makes a good one. I came to the conclusion that a friend is someone that would never post anything (i.e. a picture of long ago) that might be embarrassing to one individual. I also thought that a true friend would never call another names such as "slacker", or "lazy" or imply she's been that way her whole life. A true friend would be willing to go the extra mile and post regardless of the business of life that has her so wrapped up she doesn't have a moment to type. A good friend would never compare her to a less fortunate individual (regardless of family relations). A true friend would give her the benefit of the doubt and let her have her mid-life crisis in peace without all the heckling...........do I have any true friends????

So as not to disappoint big t, I will post.

It finally happened. I gave in, I just couldn't say no any longer. The pressure has been so great over the last four or five years and I have been weakening. I thought I was stronger than that. The will power was simply not enough. My determination to fight the good fight and not give in was powerless. I failed. miserable disappointment. my hair is gone.

simply scraps

I pray for miracles, big miracles. And I often question myself. Should I be praying for these things? Am I worthy to ask? Do I deserve this? The answer; a big fat NO. But then I look at the miracles in the Bible. For instance, the woman whose daughter had an evil spirit (mark 7) what humbleness and yet there was such boldness. She understood that while what she asked of the Lord was HUGE in human eyes was only a “scrap of food” in His. What faith, what confidence, what mercy displayed by Christ. What generosity. What flexibility in His plan( after all she wasn’t a Jew) and yet it was just as He planned. My God never ceases to amaze me. I can come boldly knowing that He is the God of All Grace!

things that make me ask why

Why is hugging such a big deal? Why do I change the color of my walls weekly? Why do I hate doing my hair? Why is putting on make-up so tasking? Why don’t I have a favorite color? Why is leading something (like a bible study or prayer group) so scary? Why do I always choose comfort over looking nice? why do I like naps? why don't I like animals? why does Jack put up with me?