Thinking About Oklahoma and How It Relates To Me….

Thing 1 has one goal right now… one aspiration.  To be accepted and attend Oklahoma Wesleyan University.

Like many, I was shocked and saddened by the news of the tornados in Oklahoma today.

OKWU is just 2 hours from Oklahoma City.

And like many, I started to question why God would allow something like this to happen.

And then I curse Adam and Eve for being… well, human.  Like me.

And then I feel bad because I’m judging people I never even met.  Because truth be told, I’m pretty sure I’d be the one to eat the apple I was told not to.

You see, I believe when the first sin happened it changed the way nature operated.  No longer was it perfect, and it opened the door to nature, weather, natural disasters.  I do not for one minute believe that God created or caused what happened today.

I do believe that good will come of this.

As I was reminding the hubs that many parents are without their children tonight…Thing 1 said to me, “So do you want me to not go to OKWU now, Mom?”

I hesitated for a moment before I said what I truly believe.

“I want you to go where God is calling you,” and after a pause, “I truly mean that.”

“I know you do, Mom,” he said.

“If it’s to OKWU then it’s to OKWU… if it’s to Zimbabwe, then it’s to Zimbabwe.  My mother sent her baby to war and she survived.”

I paused again.

“And I think I’ll know if you’re going where God calls you if I have a peace about it within my heart.”

We are not guaranteed tomorrow.  And I can’t predict disasters and keep my loved ones from harm’s way.

But I want to be the woman who does what God is calling her to do until her very last day – whenever that is.  And I want the same for my babies.

No matter where on this Earth that may be.

Until next time…

 

 

 

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It’s Been Three Years And We Haven’t Killed Each Other Yet

Today, the hubs and I are celebrating three years together.  The gifts are to be leather if you’re traditional and crystal/glass if you’re modern.  Apparently I am neither, because I didn’t even get him a card.

In my defense, I have been laid up on this couch barely able to breathe all day… so his gift today can be the fact that I cooked dinner (breakfast for dinner, I slaved) and did 2 loads of laundry in between naps.

I’m romantic like that.

We do have a gazillion cards to open because we go to a card lovin’ church…

And we’ll go out with friends this weekend…

And we did our annual trip to Chuck E. Cheese last night to celebrate until I just couldn’t hold my head up any longer.  (We also decided last night that even when the kids are older, we are going to have to go to Chuck E. Cheese to celebrate our anniversary!)

I don’t know how/why he puts up with me…I’m not the easiest person to live with (I know because sometimes I have trouble putting up with myself!) but I’m glad he does…

So for your viewing pleasure, here are some shots from our trip last night…

Love ya hun…. here’s to at least three more….

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Side note on this one:  We need to take this child to Vegas.  She can follow the right case along and they win all 50 tickets 75% of the time.

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Patience…Or Lack There Of

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I don’t have patience.  I don’t want to wait.  Ever. I pay extra money to Amazon so that I can have my items in 2 days (for free) because when I decide that I want and/or need something, I don’t want to wait. I don’t like to fish because I am of the opinion that [...]

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Pajama Parades and Tea Parties

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Saturday was an interesting day… First, it was the hubs’ birthday.  He celebrated the 20th anniversary of his 18th birthday. (I know.  That’s math.  I had to think about it, too, when I overheard him talking to my mother on the phone.  He’s 38.) He had a project to do and left before I arose [...]

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Irony

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Three years ago, I was doing what all soon-to-be-married women do… Attempting to figure out what my new name would be and then all the variations on how to write it. You know, a grown up version of what we did in middle and high school when a boy paid attention to us and we [...]

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