He thinks I'm funny

I Have a Dream!

2009-03-02T10:23:00.003-06:00

I post rarely these days because of my very limited time and mental capacity for forming complete sentences. However, I wanted to share with the 3 or 4 people who actually read my sporadic posts a dream/vision/calling that is on my mind all the time.

About a year ago I was doing a web search for Craftsman house plans for the dream house of our future. I love the Craftsman style of architecture in general, and Frank Lloyd Wright in particular. I had searched several times, but had never been able to find exactly what I wanted in a home. On this day I glanced over at an ad on the side of a house plans search, and I saw IT! There was a picture of MY HOME! I discovered it was a book of Craftsman house plans that just happened to be on sale for less than $10! I immediately ordered the book and anxiously awaited its arrival. When the book came, the plans for the house were even better than I hoped.

The dream began as a desire to build a large home in the country that would be a family homestead. Rooms for each of our kids and their future spouses to come and spend the holidays in comfort. A funny thing happened on the way to that dream, though. God began to stir in our hearts a desire to use the home for more than holidays. I began to do new web searches for retreat homes. Not a bed-and-breakfast or fun time get-away, but a place of ministry. I stumbled upon Pastors Retreat Network's website and discovered a really neat organization. I'm still doing some research, so I won't go into all of that.

Still, God started prodding us to implement a plan to build a pastor's retreat home. Most churches are small, 100 members or less, even here in the Bible belt. When a church is that small, the pastors must be bi-vocational. This translates into very overworked, generally under appreciated, and certainly underpaid servants. So the people who need to get a break the most, are often those who can afford it the least. We want a place that is independently funded, where pastors and their spouses can come for restoration, rest, and perhaps some counsel. Doug and I are trained and equipped to do just that. I have an M.Ed. in Counseling and staff licensure through my denomination. My husband's job is one that can be done from Tulsa or the country, and his experience growing up on a cattle ranch trained him to take care of just about anything a large home and acreage could throw at him. The one thing we don't have at this point is the provision for the land and house. In the natural, it will take about 6 years to try to put it all together. We also know that God works in the supernatural, and we are open to whatever, whenever, and however He wants to do it.

Basically, we just want people to pray with us that we will know how to proceed, directed step-by-step, that we will have the courage to walk by faith, not by sight, and the wisdom to make those decisions. We looked at some land yesterday that would be perfect, but it's for sale right now and there is no natural possibility for us to buy it. It may be that God is just showing us what's possible. We're o.k. with that. But we also know He's an amazing God. Amen.

p.s. The name of our home is Barnabas House, because Barnabas means son of encouragement.

L is for Love!

2009-01-24T11:34:00.002-06:00

This rather informal meme, in which the tagger assigns you a letter of the alphabet and you then list 1o things you love that begin with that letter, came from Diane. I won't tag anyone, but if you'd like to do the meme, just leave a comment or email me at ltaylor@oru.edu and I'll assign you a letter for the meme. Diane chose the letter L for me, so here goes:

1. Lemon - pie, cake, and scented cleaning products. Though I don't usually eat the cleaning products.

2. Late nights - I'm a night owl, pure and simple. I've done everything in my power to adjust my internal clock, to no avail. Apparently, God made me this way, and it's in no way inferior to morning people. So there! ;0P

3. Lip Smackers - Dr. Pepper to be exact. It's the best chap*stick ever made!

4. Law & Order - I think I've seen every episode of every version ever made. I'm considering rehab.

5. Lotion - Orange Ginger from Bath & Body Works for the smell, and Gold Bond for the intense therapy.

6. Long baths - nuff said

7. Life of Grits - one of my favorite blogs

8. Lisa Whelchel Cauble - it has been a joy knowing this amazing woman. Working and playing together - an honor and a privilege.

9. Linus and Lucy - Vince Guaraldi Trio, you rock my world!

10. Learning - I have a ravenous hunger for learning. All kinds of things.

So let me learn about you!

huh...what?

2009-01-24T08:53:00.002-06:00

I think I've survived, but I'm not entirely sure. You see, my employer, ORU, announced layoffs on the 13th. We lost three people from my department, leaving just two of us to take care of all the seniors. In addition to the all the transfer students I'm already managing. Then on the 15th, the other academic counselor was in a car accident. And hasn't been back to work since. And then there was one. But at least I still had my boss to ask questions of in an emergency. You do remember I just got this job in April, right? Now the boss will be out on Monday. I've had an eye twitch since the 14th. I'm thankful I still have my job. But it's hard not to envy those laid off who will be getting paid to stay home for two months.

Oh, and the girl who alternated weeks with me leading worship went away to college. So now I lead every week. Don't get me wrong, I love leading worship. LOVE IT! I'm just so very tired. And in need of a maid. And a massage. And a manicure. And a new bed.

I started a new semester - I'm taking Hermeneutics - interpreting and studying the Bible, Assessment I - a superfluous requirement for accreditation purposes, and Crisis Counseling - which I may need if things don't settle down soon. I'm really enjoying Hermeneutics, though I may become violent if he doesn't stop saying methiology instead of methodology, and tilafia instead of tilapia when he talks about going to Outback in front of us starving grad students. Haven't been to Crisis Counseling yet. It meets one weekend a month for three months, starting next weekend. Yep, we'll be singing familiar songs in worship next week!

Update on Mom - the diagnosis was some form of dementia, possibly Alzheimer's. The doctor took away her driving privileges, which was more devastating to her than the diagnosis. It was well past time. My brother is setting up power of attorney because she arranged cataract surgery on her own, opted for lens replacement which was not covered by her insurance, and was charged $4,000 to a credit card. She didn't understand that it was not covered, but the doctor's office said they explained everything and this is what she wanted. It's done now, and nothing can be undone. She has resisted any medication to treat chemical imbalance and Alzheimer's, so I don't know what the future holds for her. It must be very hard on my brother and his wife, since she lives in an apartment in their back yard.

So, all this since Christmas. Our decorations are still up. And may be for two more weeks.

Twas the two days after Christmas...

2008-12-27T10:35:00.002-06:00

And all through the house, debris, flotsam, and jetsam covered many a mouse? Well, so much for post-Christmas poetry. The house is a disaster and my mother-in-law's coming over tonight. So, it's pretty clear what we'll be doing today. Right now the kids are still in bed, so things are pretty quiet.

Rachel and I will be heading down to Texas to see the fam Sunday evening. It should be an interesting mix of good and bad. You see, my mom has finally admitted there might be a problem, and went for some testing for Alzheimers. She will be getting her test results on Monday, and I don't think she's going to like what they have to say. It's been obvious to the family for a long time, but her quack doctor said she was fine. Where can someone find a doctor that actually listens, PAYS ATTENTION, and looks for answers until they are found?!? I can't believe what these guys get away with for the price we pay! MEDIOCRITY!! I think we all know where I stand on this issue now. The problem is, she could have been in treatment for well over a year now. Each time I see her, she's gone noticeably down hill. It's so painful.

On the upside, I'll get to see my Texas friends and attend a New Year's Eve party with one of my buds. I get to stay with my niece/best friend, and I can't wait to spend some time with her! I was hoping to get my hair cut while there, but my hairdresser in TX is booked up and I'm broke. So, I'll just have to struggle along with this sorry little mop for a little while longer.

Speaking of broke, I have a small moral dilemma. I am now the proud (or not so proud) owner of a Coach purse and an iPhone. I received both as prizes - it's strange, I happen to win things often. We looked into returning the purse, but they would only give store credit. I needed the phone, so we didn't try to return it. Besides the fact that I won it at the company picnic, so people would have asked questions. The dilemma is this: we are broke. As in, I'd like to buy a dozen eggs, but I just don't have the dough. Like, Doug and I didn't get gifts for each other - not even stocking stuffers - broke. So it feels really weird to be carrying around these luxury items. I have no illusions about them being luxuries, and they aren't things I would have ever bought for myself. Ever. I didn't even know about Coach before this sales contest came up. It just feels weird. Once again, I ponder "what is God up to?" Once again, He offers no clue. It's this deal we have. Any ideas out there? Is anyone still out there reading? I suppose not, but that's the consequence of not writing for months at a time.

If anyone is reading, I hope you had a blessed Christmas. My kids really stepped up to the responsibility plate and didn't complain about the dearth of gifts this year. I'm proud of them. Now I must start the pre-Mother-in-law cleaning process. Happy New Year!

A Christmas Miracle!

2008-12-20T10:15:00.002-06:00

Obviously that intention to post more often "gang aft agley." However, I did survive the semester - two "A"s thankyouverymuch! I don't think I'll try two evening classes again. The whole semester was junk food 3 meals a day. Bleah.

We had some stresses throughout this time. My grandmother-in-law passed away just 3 weeks after being diagnosed with cancer, my mother-in-law had a heart attack scare, and my husband developed a mysterious G.I. bleed and bowel ischemia that resolved itself with no explanation. Oh there were lots of tests, lots of bills, and a 5 day stay in our local hospital. But no explanation. My 16 yr. old son is experiencing a great deal of teenage angst - camp friend killed in a car accident 2 days before Thanksgiving, first love broke up with him by text right after that, and a good friend just moved to Switzerland. I wouldn't be 16 again for love ner money!

We camped again at Thanksgiving, which went pretty well. It was a nice campground with only one other camper there the whole time. The weather was just cold enough and the food was great. I miss my camping buddies, though. It's just not the same without them.

Once again, Christmas will be lean. I'm trying to keep a stiff upper lip about the whole thing - tell myself it's o.k. to wait till Jan.15th for my husband's quarterly bonus to come in - but a big part of me is not buying it. You'd think I'd be good at this "wait upon the Lord" thing by now. Not so much.

So, while I know this post has all the rousing Christmas spirit of the first half of "A Christmas Carol," the miracle is - I did post. I'm still believing for something to come through before Thursday. "Hope springs eternal" and all that. Remember us in your prayers - if anyone is still out there. I've enjoyed reading your blogs this semester - they've kept me going through this difficult time. Thanks!

2008-08-20T09:39:00.000-05:00

Hello?

Is anyone still out there? Waiting ever-so-patiently for me to post? I realize I’ve been M.I.A. for quite some time. I will say I’ve been honing my lurking skills to a fine edge. Since I started the new job in April, life’s been a whirlwind.

Training is always a challenge, and I moved from a nearly silent office to an almost deafening cubicle. Printers, faxes, phones, copiers, people – I felt like the Grinch beleaguered by the Christmas celebrations of the Whos down in Whoville. Now don’t get me wrong – I love me some people. On the Myers-Briggs, I rank as high on the extrovert scale as it goes. It just took some desensitizing. On the plus side, WAY better boss! Wow, what a difference that makes! I’m so glad God finally opened the door. I love interacting with the students. And I get to see my daughters nearly every day. Double And, I have an office again, as of about a month ago. I would have posted sooner, but I barely survived registration.

I do have to tell you, my boss went on vacation for two weeks during the summer and I just had to give him a welcome back surprise. So just before he got back, I came in to work on a Saturday and, with the help of my husband and son, completely bubble-wrapped his office. Everything. Including his pens and dirty coffee mug. It was a hit. I, of course, denied all knowledge.

We had a back-to-school party last week, thrown by my daughter Roxanne. We had about 30 college students for lasagna, salad, bread, and sopapilla cheesecake. Also, Olympics-watching, Apples to Apples and Cranium competition. There were no survivors. So much fun!

One more thing, I started my second Masters program last week. Because of all the spare time I have. I shall endeavor to post regularly, but I’m making no promises. Thanks for checking back in!

It's Meme Time!

2008-05-26T10:13:00.002-05:00

This meme comes from Redneck Diva, a blogger I truly enjoy!

Favorite person (outside family): I guess I’d have to say my friend Lori. She has this great, dry sense of humor that always cracks me up, and a true joy in serving the ones she loves. Thankfully, I’m one of those!

Favorite food: Rib eye steak. Hands down.

Quirks about you: How much time do we have? I love to pick. Paint, crepe myrtle tree bark, peeling sunburns, zits - I have a problem. Also, I have lots of texture issues with foods. Makes it difficult to eat at someone’s house.

How would the person who loves you most describe you in ten words or less? Voluptuous, woman, funny, dark, sweet, Jeopardy!, companion, counselor, encourager, nurturing, love-struck!

Any regrets in life? Plenty. And I’d definitely change them. Mostly it involves others I’ve hurt. That’s my greatest regret. And then, of course, self-destructive behaviors over the years.

Favorite Charity/Cause: Mercy House. It’s a ministry to pregnant women who have no place else to go. My sister-in-law founded it, and has incredibly impacted the lives of so many young women.

Something you cannot get enough of? Cilantro, free time, husband love.

Worst job you have ever had? My last one. It was in an environment of distrust and fear. No respect for boundaries. Besides the fact that I was alone in an office all day. I NEED people.

What job would you pay NOT to have? Daycare, no two ways about it!

Guilty Pleasure: Prince, Janet Jackson, Bellinis

Got any confessions? You can’t handle the truth!

If you HAD to spend $1,000 on YOURSELF, how would you spend it? Funny, “had” is in caps, as if that would be difficult. More kitchen stuff, shoes, clothes, I don’t suppose furniture counts as for myself, but if it did, new couches. NO, WAIT - a day of beauty! Massage, facial, mani, pedi, the works.

Favorite thing about your house? Location, location, location. We’re at last in a beautiful, non-ghetto neighborhood

Least favorite thing about your house? The painful rock floor in our entry. The rocks are large and uneven – a dangerous way to introduce others to our home.

One thing you are good at? Only one? Making people laugh.

If you could change something about your circumstances, what? Money, money, money

Who would you like to meet someday? Redneck Diva, Boo Mama, Big Mama, Shannon, Barb, Judith, Diane, Pioneer Woman, Barbra Streisand, Brian Duncan, C.S. Lewis (yes, I know he’s dead!), Harry Connick, Jr., Denzel Washington, Cher, Dolly Parton

What makes you feel sexy? Being thin, so obviously I haven’t felt sexy in a long, LONG time.

Who is your real life hero? Henry Cloud and John Townsend – authors of the “Boundaries” series. They truly changed the course of my life.

What is the hardest part of your job? I suppose the noise level in my area. I have a cubicle, and the sounds of the three printers, seal press, my boss’ very loud voice, everyone’s phones ringing, and other random conversations can be overwhelming sometimes.

When are you most relaxed? Sadly, when I’m watching t.v. I know, that’s very…um…lowbrow I suppose. I’m happiest when I’m performing, but I wouldn’t say relaxed.

What stresses you out? Being late for something, my son’s grades, mess, being broke most of all.

What can you not live without? God and Diet Coke

Do you agree or disagree with the recent article that reported that blogs are authored by narcissists? Well, if I was a narcissist, I wouldn’t care about anyone else’s feelings apart from their worship of me. Being a counselor pretty much negates that idea.

Why do you blog? I honestly don’t know. Which is probably why I’m not very consistent with it. I still hold back on my deepest thoughts and feelings, because I’m afraid people will think I’m too weird. And obviously, it’s important that everyone like me. (dang! There’s that narcissism thing again!)

I’m tagging Barb at A Chelsea Morning, Sarah at In the Midst of It, Diane at Diane’s Place, Boo Mama, Big Mama, Shannon at Rocks In My Dryer, Pioneer Woman, and Roxanne at Too Much Saga, Too Little Sleep. Plus anyone else who’d like to do it.

If you do the meme, leave a comment or email letting me know so I can go check it out. Here are the rules if you're interested:

1. Answer the questions
2. Link back to whoever tagged you
3. Tag eight bloggers to do the same, 2 from each category:
a. New/newer bloggers
b. Bloggy friends
c. Bloggers you would like to get to know better
d. Bloggers you don’t think will respond, but you hope will.

Greetings from Beyond - And A Plea for Help

2008-05-14T17:39:00.002-05:00

Hey,

I've been away for a while, huh? Sorry to abandon you, but it's been pretty crazy around here. I GOT THE JOB! Yes, that's where I've been. It's a very busy position, which I love, but it doesn't allow for any down time in which to blog. By the time I get home, I'm just exhausted. Hopefully my energy will catch up and the learning curve will slow down a little soon. I'm the new Transfer Evaluation Coordinator/Academic Counselor for Oral Roberts University. I can now exhale. I feel so much better already! I really have been meaning to post, but I wanted to do something special, so I kept putting it off. However...the time for procrastination is done because I have an earnest appeal for you.

My daughter Roxanne of http://roxannet.blogspot.com/ is trying to raise money for a mission trip to Africa this summer. Here's the kicker: she still needs $1900 by Friday to pay for her airline tickets. If you feel led, please contribute what you can, and link me on your site. She fully believes God has called her to go - she just doesn't have rich parents! You can contact me in comments for the number to call to donate by credit or debit card at Victory Christian Center (mission video link) in Tulsa, Oklahoma. All donations are tax deductible.

I promise to do something flashy very soon! THANKS!

Now Is the Winter of Our Discontent...

2008-03-17T13:08:00.002-05:00

I'm seriously behind on posting, though I've actually been composing. So if the next few posts seem a bit bi-polar, know that they have occured over the last month or so.

Anger, frustration, fear, worry, impatience. These are my constant companions as I wait to see just what in tarnation God has in mind for our deliverance. The way this is playing out can’t possibly be His highest and best - the purpose for which we uprooted the entire family and moved to Tulsa. Truly, there has to be more than this.

I mean, Doug has his dream job (apart from, of course, photography and billionaire) and is doing well in sales. But the quarterly bonus/commission checks only come, well you know, quarterly. So, we slowly (even glacially) dig our way out of the poor house. Though it takes so long, the urge to break up the discipline with a little shopping is nearly irresistible.

In the meantime, I lose more and more of my check to higher insurance costs and “tuition as taxable income” withholding. I swear they’re going to start charging my account instead of direct depositing every two weeks. Multiple times per day, I check the job postings for something new and more appropriate. I begin and end every day asking God to open up a new opportunity for me on the school side. All the while, hearing more rumblings of what will not be provided once the separation of ministry and school is complete.

I remind myself to “lay it down,” don’t worry, just trust and obey. Still, I want to scream out, “Hey, did you forget about us?” Every morning I drag myself out of bed and get ready for another day of monotony and pointlessness. I shaved my legs for this?

I think about Joseph languishing in Potiphar’s prison for a crime he didn’t commit. But I know I have been ultimately sinful and faulty, not innocent, and the life I’m living in no way compares to an ancient Egyptian prison. I feel small, petty, ungrateful. I despise the sound of my own whiny voice. It’s just that I’m so bored, and tired, and broke every day. Not fulfilling my dreams or calling, not using effectively the gifts He’s given me. Terrified that this is as good as it gets, and knowing that I’ll never be satisfied with that. Hearing the taunts and accusations of the enemy. Wondering why this or that seemingly perfect job fell through. Why did He give me these dreams and ambitions if I’m never to realize them? Why have You made me thus?

I want to tear my hair out every time some well-meaning acquaintance quips, “God’s got something better for you.” Thank you very much, Little Mary Sunshine. What if He doesn’t? Do I continue to parrot Christian-ese platitudes and “fake it till you feel it?” Isn’t that just deceit? Or is that what the enemy wants me to think so I fall deeper into sin? I don’t know what to do, or stop doing, say or stop saying, feel or stop feeling to get me to the other side of this.

Ultimately, I hear His voice asking, “Do you trust Me or don’t you?” It’s a recurring theme, like a bad penny that keeps turning up. It must have something to do with my iniquity. He asks me if I trust Him to be at work when I can’t see progress. He asks if I trust His ways to be higher than my ways, His thoughts higher than my thoughts, His Timex to be better than my Timex. I stick my bottom lip out, stomp my foot, and grunt. I turn my back and rebuff His gentle invitation to come and play…come and rest…crawl into His lap and pour out my heart to Him.

My heart joins with Peter who, when asked if he would leave the Lord, replied, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.” There’s almost a desperation in the Peter’s statement. I feel it…I know it. But like any hurting four-year-old, I can’t hold out against His irresistible love. For no one else can comfort the disappointment I feel.

NEWS!

2008-02-13T09:31:00.001-06:00

I have an interview today! YAY! I pray that the Lord would give me favor, and that He would be clear about whether this is the right job for me. I would appreciate your prayers, bloggy friends. I don’t want to miss His will because of my wants.

YAY! MORE QUESTIONS!

2008-02-05T08:23:00.000-06:00

I'm so excited! Bev has questions for me!

I'd truly love to know if your sense of humor runs in your family. You're so witty, really. And what type of humor does your husband have? It seems generally opposites end up together, so is he very quiet and serene, or do you both just crack each other up? You crack me up!

I have a very dry sense of humor that comes straight from my father and brother. I believe it developed because I was born much later than my siblings, so I was always trying to fit in with the older group. I practically cut my teeth on Pat Paulsen, David Steinberg, Firesign Theater, and George Carlin. (wow, does that sound old!) I also love to make people laugh...now. As a kid, I must have been hilarious, because I was always saying, "Stop laughing at me!"

On the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator I score 100% extrovert. My husband is much more introverted, but is in sales as a profession. He does crack me up, and he thinks I'm pretty funny. His favorite comedy is House, so you can tell he appreciates dry humor as well.

Can I ask two - (I asked my sister 4!) why did you choose your profession? Did you see yourself leaning that way or was it family dynamics, etc. Okay - I'll stop! xoxo

I consider my "profession" to be counseling, though I'd rather it was singing. But you have to get paid for it to be a profession, right? I don't think the occasional wedding and funeral count. BTW, as soon as I can find the recording I'll post the song that made it all the way to Iraq (scroll down). Anyhoo, even as a child I was always bringing home "strays" - hurting people. I couldn't help myself. It was as if I had this neon sign over my head that said, "Tell me, I'm safe." Eventually I decided I might as well train and get paid for something I was doing all the time. Here's God sense of humor. I'm stuck in an office all alone, all day long, working as a writer. Except I don't get to do much writing. So the overall whining and complaining of my life at this point is entirely due to being shut off from people. Please keep praying for a new job for me!

Keep those questions coming, folks.

Change is good

2008-02-02T21:53:00.000-06:00

You'll notice some changes, thanks to Diane, my techie friend. We're by no means finished and I can't figure out how to make the picture of Joe smaller now that it's on there. I'm also having some photos done soon, that will hopefully make me look at lot more like, oh, Hallie Barry. I'll be adding one of those, too.

If the color is too intense, let me know. I don't want to discourage anyone from reading.

The house is mostly clean for the party tomorrow, and I have taken a picture of my comforter to display. However, it's not on the computer yet. You'll just have to wait a little longer. I promise it'll be worth it. We're expecting about 25 college kids for the game and I think I'll start taking Aleve now.

I've also got to find a way to show off my husband's photography. Hmm, so much to do, so little attention span.

Nighty-night!

Random thoughts

2008-01-31T15:58:00.000-06:00

It's SNOWING! YAY! Yes, I am, and forever will be, a child when it comes to snow. I love it. I even love ice. It's the best evah! Sadly, it will all be gone tomorrow. :(

I took off early from work to come home and get my last comments in on the bloggy giveaway carnival over at Rocks in My Dryer http://http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/reviews/ . Well, not just because of that. I swear, by the next giveaway I'll know how to post a button and pictures so that I can play, too.

We finally got Direct TV! YAY again! This means we can actually WATCH the game AT our Superbowl party. See, without satellite or cable, we could only get one channel clearly, even with an antenna. And it was not FOX. So I think it will be a better Superbowl party overall.

I'm still waiting for a job to open up at the university, so those of you praying, keep it up. No new leads as of yet. I HATE waiting! Really. A LOT!

I'm off to take a little nappy nap.

everything you ever wanted to know about me, but were afraid to ask

2008-01-21T10:05:00.000-06:00

O.K., so I received A question. Just as I suspected. I've already told more than anyone wanted to know. It's fine - I'm not bitter. Really. I always look like this. Really.

But, I will answer the question posed to me by http://lenadianejennings.blogspot.com/ "Okey dokey: If your house was on fire and you could save only one thing, the thing dearest to your heart, what would it be? Other than your pets and loved ones, of course. That's a given."

I thought long and hard on this one and discarded the usual suspects: photos, my Bible (which is on my PDA that I would have on me anyway), family heirlooms (we don't really have any). And what I finally came up with was my comforter. You don't understand. This is a ten-year comforter. See, my husband doesn't leave the decorating decisions up to me. He also only wants to buy something like a comforter once in his lifetime, so he must GET IT RIGHT! Over ten years ago, literally, we began looking for material. Since we had less than zero dollars at the time, it was moot really when we found the perfect fabric for the top of our comforter cover. We waited nearly three years for the material to go on clearance, and nearly missed it entirely as it was being discontinued. We bought the whole bolt, put it in the closet, and began looking for the fabric for the underside. And the trim.

I got all rebellious and bought a white down comforter for the inside off of ebay. WITHOUT EVEN CONSULTING HIM! Amazingly, we are still together. During all this time, the debate on whether I would make the cover (a professional seamstress for 10 years), or whether we would have someone else do it, because I might mess it up, waged on. Two years passed before we found the underside material. Then another year before we found the perfect cording.

Then, I moved to Oklahoma for 5 months alone while he tried to find a job here. No time (or room) for sewing during our time in the ghetto. If you'll remember, I call it that, not because of racial issues, but the fact that we were robbed THREE TIMES while we were there. We were eventually reunited and then moved out of the ghetto. Getting settled once again, I finally made the comforter cover. We have just now decided on the appropriate closure for it, so it should be complete in the next month.

To my husband's credit, he has AMAZING taste. The comforter is perfect. The top is a tapestry-like material in a forest green and moss green general swirly kind of thing, with dusty rose and deep red colored cabbage roses with individual threads of gold, here and there. Really hard to explain. The underside is a deep red iridescent fabric, stitched in a diamond pattern. The cording is the same deep red, with a burgundy twist. I'll try to figure out how to post a picture. When you see it, I think you'll be impressed.

So really, I just couldn't face going through that process again. I have actually had a fire in my home back in Texas. I grabbed my purse, the bridesmaids dresses I was working on, and the TV REMOTE! When I realized that I didn't have the TV to go with it. I took it back inside. My husband took all the computer stuff, put it on our bed, and covered it with a blanket. Apparently, we were both ENTIRELY COHERENT at 3 am when our duplex was in flames.

Perhaps it is a good thing to think about this question and plan for the worst. If anyone else has a question, I'll be happy to answer it. I'll just be here. Waiting.

Because I'm all original like that

2008-01-17T16:57:00.000-06:00

In the interests of a) fulfilling my only New Year's Resolution - to blog more often b) complete disclosure and c) risking no questions WHATSOEVER...

I'm jumping on the "Ask me anything" bandwagon today. Now, I can't imagine that anyone might have had questions up to this point that they may have held back. And I am unabashedly open in person. TMI, anyone? But if, perchance, you might want to know my favorite curry, or my first...whatever...ask away. I will be pleased as punch to answer any question pertaining to me. I'll be more circumspect about family member questions. I'd actually like to receive birthday presents.

What was your name again?

2008-01-10T12:14:00.000-06:00

Long time, no type, eh friends? The holidays were such a blur. See, I’m generally a last minute kind of girl anyway. But when ICE STORM 2007 knocked out our power for four days (and others for much, much longer), the world came to a screeching halt. Not only could I not get anything accomplished that week, all the regular things I needed to do got pushed to the next week. So, in short (ha!) I did ALL of my Christmas shopping on Dec. 23rd and 24th. Needless to say, the Christmas letters didn’t get mailed.

In the aftermath of ICE STORM 2007, the scramble to get all the paperwork together to enroll and provide financial aid for my older daughter to attend ORU sucked all my remaining vacation time right out of the house. “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley.” Name that quote! At any rate, both girls are now attending class. An absolute miracle of the “happy dance” variety!

Now, Tulsa has faced many ice storms in the past, but ICE STORM 2007 was altogether odd. I don’t know if it was the culmination of the extended drought of the last two years, followed by the amazing rain of this past Spring/Summer, then the mild temperatures up to the point of ICE STORM 2007, or if terrorists were to blame, but not even Jack Bauer could stop the AMAZING TREE BREAKAGE across our state. It is truly amazing. The dump sites are all full and there is still a phenomenal amount of tree trimming and hauling to be done. Yippee. Welcome to Tulsa.

Good news – I had been weighing my options on attending Wednesday night church regularly because of the expense of gas and eating on the road (if you’ll remember we live an hour away from our church). I rearranged my Wednesday obligations and figured we could get a motel room on the weekends that I lead worship, do practice and counseling appts. on Saturdays, for less than I was spending to drive out on Wednesdays. That meant no getting up super early on my worship team Sundays. YAY! I hadn’t talked to the pastor yet about it ‘cuz…well…refer to previous paragraphs. There have actually been a few times when I absolutely did not have gas or money to go. That’s just not good. ANYWAY, I got a call this week that the council had voted to cover my gas and Wednesday meals! AMAZING! What a blessing! I really love these people, and I would move to the country in a heartbeat if I didn’t have to work here to put my kids in college. Maybe God will open up a door there, as well. I’ve been praying, but no breakthrough yet.

So far my only New Year’s Resolution is to post more often. We all see how well that’s going. I’ve been faithfully lurking (is that an oxymoron?), but I’ll try to comment more often, too. I still don’t know ANYTHING about making my blog look nice, post buttons, pictures, or anything else. Despite the continued filling out of blog design contest entries, I’ve not yet had the blessing of professional help. Well, not that kind anyway. So, if anyone out there might find it in her heart to make a seed faith gift of blog design, I’m most certain the Lord would bless and multiply that seed in mysterious ways.

O.K. I’m done rambling. Blame it on the four day migraine. I love you!

Illuminati

2007-12-14T09:09:00.000-06:00

Sweet, sweet electricity – how I heart you. You warm my home and my cockles. You bring me season one of 24 in all its non-stop suspense. I’ll never stray from you again. No more sleeping in wool socks, sweats, and stocking cap under four blankets. No more blow drying my hair at the office. No more cooking curry by candle light.

Yes, I live in the state with the dubious distinction of holding the record for most Presidential “state of emergency” declarations in one year. We now have firewood for the next millennia. And my refrigerator has never been so clean.

Now, honestly, my husband has risen to the challenge of “ICE STORM 2007” in ways that boggle the mind. Chopping wood, rising in the night to feed the fire, purchasing dry ice and packing the contents of both refrigerators into igloo coolers, cleaning out the refrigerators entirely (yea, even washing the drawers!) and refilling them when the power came back on, insulating our pipes, and so on, and so on. Frankly, I’m flabbergasted. If he keeps this up, I’m going to have to start, you know, doing housework or something. I never thought I’d be a spoiled wife, what with the bumpy (like glass shards!) middle 10 years of our marriage. But I am truly, blissfully spoiled now. I reek of husband indulgence. And I must say it looks good on me!

P.S. Drop by my daughter Rachel's blog http://rroxannet.blogspot.com/ and leave her a note. She really wants readers!

Legacy

2007-12-03T10:07:00.000-06:00

Lately, God has been stirring in my spirit about purpose, potential, legacy. Ringing in my mind are these words from Nichole Nordman, "I want to leave a legacy. How will they remember me? Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough To make a mark on things? I want to leave an offering. A child of mercy and grace who blessed your name unapologetically. And leave that kind of legacy."

In my constant state of "I'm not like other girls," I wonder if anyone else out there wants to leave the same kind of legacy that I do. My heroines were Joan of Arc, Deborah, and Jael (my favorite!). I want to be FIERCE! Not mean, but fierce. This would be where I (or maybe the enemy) say I don't think I'm like other women. I hope I'm wrong. I'm feeling challenged by God that we as American Christians are not impacting our world, because we teach our children to be cowards. Hide, don't rock the boat, separate. Even our general culture says that defending your country or those who can't defend themselves is for the foolish. Stay home and hope things get better. Don't volunteer. Don't speak up. Don't lay down your life.

Honestly, when I read Foxe's Book of Martyrs I'm so ashamed of myself and my comfortable Christianity. I want to know the honor of giving my life for God. I fall so short. Why do we value a mediocre life extended over a life well-lived with honor and integrity. I love that my children think I'm cool and funny, but I mostly want them to think I'm FIERCE.

I know this is not everyone's heart, nor do I expect it to be. I don't consider myself better than anyone for feeling driven in this direction. I just wonder today, what is the legacy you want to leave? How are you pursuing that?

God is in His heaven, and all is right with the world!

2007-11-19T11:04:00.000-06:00

I'm off, that's right, off for the entire week! I slept late this morning, after, of course, being trampled by a parti-colored standard poodle-dork at dark-thirty o'clock. I have lists and lists made. I love me some lists. We got a Christmas tree from a family at church and it's already put up! Slap me silly and feed me biscuits! I don't even know what to think!

Basically, everything is purchased for the annual Thanksgiving Camp-Out. This year is a real challenge because we will be the only ones camping. Usually there are 4 or more families, so the cooking duties are divided and at least one family has a real oven. However, we are on our own with just a pop-up. The kids are going to have to step up and really help this year. The forecast is cooperating and it's going to be nice and COLD! YAY! WE LOVE COLD! I know, most of you think I'm insane, but when you live your entire life in Texas, cold is a wonderful thing, and a primary reason for moving a bit north.

My middle child, second daughter Rachel Roxanne, has a new blog and wants me to put out the word to everyone to read it. http://rroxannet.blogspot.com/ Let me explain, she doesn't proofread. As a magazine editor, I am practicing "Serenity Now" even as I type. Also, SAGA is the cafeteria on her college campus. Finally, she is very funny, so check it out and leave her a comment.

Alas, so much to do, so little diet Coke. Have a wonderful holiday, sweet friends!

It's a GURL PARTY!

2007-11-01T10:52:00.000-05:00

You might want to go potty and get yourself a diet Coke – this is gonna be a long one…Ready?

A few months ago, the women of our church watched a video series by Women of Faith for our Wednesday night class. What a great group of women! Each speaker made us laugh, cry, and grow in our faith.

Now let me backtrack. Our family has suffered financial woes (and, let’s face it, mismanagement) for lo, these many years. While we have been crawling out of this deep pit in the last year, it’s still close all the time. When I get frustrated, I stop to thank the Lord that Food Stamps, WIC, Medicaid, and free school lunches were there when we needed them. And I thank Him that we no longer qualify, and have our own insurance. Still, getting to go to conferences and girls’ weekends has remained in the realm of wishful thinking.

Fast forward to six weeks ago. I just “happened” to look at the WOF website and found a conference in OKC Nov. 2 & 3. I set my heart on going, and believed the money I was anticipating from the editing of a book would be my provision. I announced to the ladies of my church that I was going and would love to have someone join me. A couple of ladies expressed interest, and I thought one was going to make it. Alas, her finances fell through. Still, I determined to go, even if I was all alone.

Two weeks ago it was time for the check to come. My husband was also waiting for 3 expense reimbursement checks to come. One week ago I called to check on my check – they hadn’t mailed it, but would that day. No checks for Doug. This week, I emailed and still have no answer on mine. Doug called on his and discovered they had not mailed his either. In the meantime, we are moving money from accounts and robbing the kids’ piggy banks to cover gas and food. Now remember, I haven’t bought my ticket or booked a hotel yet.

Last week I got an email from one of the ladies at church that she had won tickets to the conference – she and a friend were going and wanted to know if we could ride together and share a hotel. They were in the final drawing for a hotel as well, and were praying for that provision. I let them know about the money situation, and we agreed to pray for each other. This week I found out they won the hotel, too! Yay! Part of my provision has come through. My husband’s regular paycheck came yesterday, so I finally bought my ticket! We’re not sitting together, but I GET TO GO! Still no checks in the mail. I really believe the enemy wanted to thwart this trip. BUT GOD IS GREATER! Though the money was delayed, He held a seat just for me and paid for my hotel.

I’m in need of fun, encouragement, refreshment, and friendship. The move to Tulsa was clearly God’s direction for us, but has been fraught with trouble and loneliness. I miss my Texas friends and haven’t really connected with anyone in town. Just the adjustment to working full-time has been a barrier. Then, when you add in the fact that I go to church an hour from here, all that spur-of-the-moment buddy stuff just ain’t happening.

Yet, God gives grace. My bloggy friends have been His hands extended in so many ways. What a God-send this decision to blog became! I had no idea! I hope that I can find ways to strengthen and encourage you as you have me. Know that I pray God’s blessings on you regularly.

I'm heading out from the office at 4:30 and will try to stay near the speed limit on the road to OKC. Come on snacks, giggles, tears, and fun! I'm so excited that any productivity in my already glacially slow (and cold!) job is mighty unlikely. I will blog all about the conference when I get back, and may learn how to post pictures, too! Love to all!

Gaining momentum for the big day!

2007-10-24T10:34:00.000-05:00

Waiting, in vain, for a new position. *sigh* I didn't get the job, so much disappointment all around. Trying, in vain, to understand God and His ways. *bigger sigh* *adding a pout*

Andrea crunched her car a couple of days ago, and she is so sad she actually blogged about it. Her first accident. Lots of tears. http://dastardlystar.blogspot.com/ Leave her some bloggy love, will you.

We're trying to plan Thanksgiving (my most favoritest holiday), without, of course, actually doing any real planning. Here's the deal...we camp for Thanksgiving. Yes, I know it's weird, but since our extended families are where fun goes to die, we decided to change things about 5 years ago. All three of our kids aged 15, 18, 21 love camping. At the same time! How could we pass that up? The deal is, this year we live in Oklahoma, not Texas. And the folks that did the planning in years past live in Texas. So we have to be the grups this year. They also had the only real oven because of their fancy-schmancy camper. Oh, and the turkey deep fryer. I'm going to have to lie down now, I'm feeling faint.

So, for any of you who live near Grand Lake, Ok (I wish we were going to Grand Lake, CO!) and know anything about campsites, please help a sister out!

Thrilling tales of intrigue!...or not

2007-10-08T09:11:00.000-05:00

All right, I haven't posted in a coon's age (how old is that, anyway?), and so, since I have nothing going on, I thought I'd tell you all about it.

I'm still waiting to hear on the last job I applied for at the University. Of course, since ORU is awash in controversy right now, they may not be making any decisions along that line anytime soon. *grinding her teeth and rolling her eyes* It really is the perfect position for me, and I'm trying to trust that God has this all worked out.

OH! Today is my 24th anniversary! YAY! We're going out to dinner tonight, and maybe doing something this weekend. I hope so - I need to get away!

I finished editing the book I've been shuttling to and from Texas for the last year. So glad to get that done! It's really strange to edit for someone you've never met.

We have a new dog - a "party colored" standard poodle named Danny, who is 10 months old. Big and goofy would best describe this hound. He knows all sorts of tricks. His favorites are steal the hat or dirty sock, and empty the trash can. Those are not my favorite tricks. Oh, and drink out of the potty. yum. Our small poodle is having a bit of trouble convincing Danny that he (Joe) is the boss. Much grumpiness ensues. Though, when no one's looking directly at them, Joe actually plays with Danny. That's pretty funny.

I have much more fascinating information, but I'll save that for another post. I wouldn't want you to have to go on heart medication or anything.

Much love!

A Meme! With Linkies! Look at all the Linkies!

2007-08-29T10:53:00.000-05:00

My husband is still floating about 3 feet off the ground, and only comes down when he has to go to the last few days of his old job. He has ordered his new phone and is eagerly anticipating his new laptop. He’ll begin Sept. 10th by training in Houston. I’ll miss him, but I’m so glad he’s getting to do this. Now if I could just get a new job, it would be great.

Here’s a meme for your reading pleasure. I got most of it from Diane, but being neurotic I just HAD to fill in the missing letters!

ACCENT – I lived most of my life in Texas, but I also had several years of diction and voice lessons, so it really depends on who I’m with at the time. I have a very sympathetic ear.

BEVERAGE I DON'T DRINK – hmm…coffee – it smells great but >:P , alcohol – I don’t care for the taste of it much and I’d rather use my carbs and calories on something else.

CHORE I HATE – only one? I guess cleaning the bathroom, but I just hate cleaning, hanging up my clothes, washing dishes, etc. The only problem with that is I hate a messy house even more.

DOGS or other PETS – Curly Joe Pancake Taylor, a 4 yr. old poodle/terrier mix, and the greatest dog ever

ESSENTIAL ELECTRONICS – computer, Palm Treo 680 phone, stereo

FRAGRANCE – Safari One that I can only find by chance at Steinmart(s) or Ross

GOLD or SILVER – silver

HOLIDAY – I want to go to IRELAND!

INSOMNIA – always, without medication I would only sleep about 3 hours a night and be a monster the rest of the time

JOB TITLE – writer/editor, wife, mom

KIDS – Andrea – 21, Roxanne – 18, Zach - 14

LOVE OF YOUR LIFE – Doug, in October married 24 years and more in love today than ever

MOST ADMIRED TRAIT – my confidence, though some are intimidated by it at first

NEGLECT – exercise, woefully neglected

OPINION – There are many “right” ways to parent, and each family needs to find what works best for them. I can share my victories and failures, but who am I to say what I have chosen is God’s way.

PHOBIA – heights and related to that - stairs

QUEST – to find a way to get paid just to be me

RELIGION – I started life as Pentecostal Holiness until Dad quit pastoring when I was one, Southern Baptist till 9th grade, Assembly of God through college and early marriage, Foursquare for the last 20 years.

SIBLINGS – Eric – 55, Pam – 53, Joyce – 50

TIME I WAKE UP – 6:50 am to avoid the alarm at 7 (it’s weird, I know), 8:30 ish on weekends

UNUSUAL TALENT/SKILL – I can ride a unicycle.

VEGETABLE – Fried okra is my favorite, I dislike so many I couldn’t pick the worst

WORST HABIT - procrastination

X-RAYS – teeth, head, neck, mammogram, arm, back, ovaries, foot – I pretty much glow in the dark. Hey, maybe that’s why I can’t sleep!

YOUR FAVORITE MEAL – my prime rib, Steamed Asparagus with Butter and Pine Nuts, Potatoes with Cheese Sauce, Cookie Monster - fresh, hot chocolate chip cookie baked in a mini-iron skillet, topped with vanilla ice cream and hot fudge (you can get them at Cheddar's if you have one in your area).

ZOOLANDER, Have you seen it? Yes, I loved it.

I'm going to tag a few people to do this meme. If you want to do this one, feel free to snag it for yourself. And if you're like me and feel like you're chasing your tail at times, feel free NOT to do this. Tag somebody else or not, your choice.

drumroll, please...

2007-08-23T15:06:00.000-05:00

DOUG GOT THE JOB! WOOHOO! YIPEE! HALLELUJAH! SHONDAI!

Thanks to all who prayed! When I stop crying and can think clearly, I'll really post.

Anticipation...Anticipa-ya-tion is makin' me wait!

2007-08-21T08:53:00.000-05:00

My dear hubs rolled out of bed this morning before God was even up yet. He was headed out to Houston for the third, and yea final, round of interviews for a new job. It's one of those gauntlet processes where he will have four interviews today. Lord, help the boy! No, we're not moving again (bite your tongue!), that's just where the company is located. He would be the district sales rep over Oklahoma and part of Arkansas. This is a position for which he is particularly suited and trained, and it represents a significant increase in pay and benefits. GO GOD!

In other news, our middler is moved in at ORU and having a BLAST! I hope she studies and goes to class in between all the fun. After protesting that she would TOO come home every weekend, and teach Sunday school this quarter, she has now decided that she will probably be unavailable to teach at all. Not a surprise. It was just the separation anxiety talking.

My vacation - though much too short - was rather productive. I FINALLY completed my duvet cover...a project nearly ten years in the making! It's a really LONG story in which I am frustrated with my husband for long periods of time. So I won't be sharing it. Also, we cleaned out the garage! I am parking my CAR in the GARAGE! Have you people ever heard of such a thing? It's truly a first for the Funny family.

Late Breaking Bulletin - I just received a call from the youngest that he made callbacks for the school play! One of only 3 freshment to do so! The move has been a much rougher transition for him than we anticipated, so I've been praying for an opening. Apparently, confident 14 yr. old Texans aren't well received elsewhere. He has a great deal of acting experience, so maybe this will do the trick.

That's all I know for now. Pray for my hubs, folks!

Slowly I turn...step by step...inch by inch

2007-08-08T13:21:00.000-05:00

It seems I've lived my life tapping my foot and looking at my watch. "Get ON with it!" has been my motto. I can see myself at the Pearly Gates, rolling my eyes as St. Peter struggles to find the right key. I'm not saying this is right, mind you, just the way I'm wound a little too tightly. The world in general, and the church in particular feel mired in bureaucracy and red tape. It's a myopic viewpoint, I admit. Perspective on how others have had to wait on me is curiously and sadly MIA. Admonitions to "take it easy" and "enjoy the journey" fall on deaf ears. Surely this is why God brings me around Mt. Sinai again and again. I suppose He's waiting on me.

Hubs got a call for a second interview! YAY! It will be a phone interview on Friday, 9 am CST for you pray-ers out there. If he passes that one, there will be a face-to-face down in Houston. (MORE WAITING!) Are you sensing a pattern here? NAH!

I have the whole week off starting Monday! My sweet friend Lori is coming to spend the week helping me get my act together. I fear the week will pass all too quickly, as I'll be moving my middle child into the dorm on Monday, and catching up with my sewing and decorating the rest of the week. My youngest starts high school next Thursday, but thankfully we've already done our shopping for school clothes. He can get by with the supplies we have here at the house until we get ALL the lists from ALL the teachers.

I'm looking forward to a quiet weekend at home. HAH! A girl can dream, right?

It's Like Some Kind of Miracle!

2007-08-01T13:39:00.000-05:00

Three, THREE posts in one week! I think I'm gonna have to sit down; I'm feelin' faint! BTW, Hubs job interview went very well and it's a great position. Now, let the waiting game begin.

Really, it's just a meme, but I thought I'd shock everybody with the torrent o' postin' around here.

Four jobs I've held:
1. voice teacher
2. assistant to Lisa Whelchel
3. writer
4. counselor

Four movies I can watch over and over again:
1. As Good As It Gets
2. My Big, Fat, Greek Wedding
3. White Christmas
4. Gone With The Wind

Four places I've lived:
1. Irving, Texas
2. Portland, Oregon
3. Evergreen, Colorado (briefly)
4. Tulsa, Oklahoma

Four TV shows I watch:
1. CSI
2. Monk
3. The Office
4. And I absolutely will not miss House

Four places I've been on vacation:
1. the Bahamas
2. All over the Rocky Mountains in Colorado
3. Cozumel, Mexico
4. New Orleans

Four of my favorite foods:
1. chicken fajitas with a LOT of cilantro and raw onions
2. shrimp anything
3. my husband’s rib eye steak
4. yeast rolls

Four places I'd rather be right now:
1. Evergreen, Colorado
2. the Bahamas
3. Vinita, Oklahoma
4. Ireland

Four websites I visit:
1. www.biblegateway.com for...well, everything
2. www.rhapsody.com for compiling my song list for worship
3. Internet Movie Database – www.imdb.com
4. Mary Engelbreit – www.maryengelbreit.com

Hope Springs Eternal

2007-07-31T09:45:00.000-05:00

It's funny, you know (well, not funny "ha, ha" but funny, odd), how after a series of disappointments you tell yourself not to get your hopes up. That way you won't feel so crushed if things don't work out. And yet, God created us as a people of hope. It's at the very core of our beings. God forbid should we actually kill that hope within us! "To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory," Colossians 1:27 (NIV).

That's the challenge, isn't it? Remaining pliable when every instinct says to "toughen up, build a wall." It's impossible to remain vulnerable but not beaten, without the Lord. He's always calling us to stretch, to open up, to risk, to give...to love.

Doug has another interview today at 1 for a position he is well equipped to do. We don't yet know what it pays, and that is the key. He is excited about it and so am I, kinda. I guess I'm self-protecting, which is the same as not trusting.

I've been concerned about school starting in two weeks and how we'll pay for my daughter's books (much less dorm room essentials, and school clothes and supplies for both her and her brother). A few books have shown up in the used realm, and I've snatched them up so fast your head would spin. But there are still some left to buy new because 1) the latest edition is absolutely necessary (ha!) and 2) it's for a class exclusive to this school. Note the sarcasm - I see it as a gift, but God - not so much. Still, He is faithful. I just received a call from my mom saying she was sending a check to help. She's a great mom!

This week the kids are at church camp. God was faithful there, too. Roxanne is interning, which paid for her trip, and Zach got a scholarship. YAY! I know God has amazing things for them this week and I'm excited to see it! I hate missing camp, but it just wasn't possible this year. I love family camp!

Well, that's all the news from Lake Wobegone. Pray for Doug today, please!

Some bloggy love

2007-07-30T13:52:00.000-05:00

I'm just stopping for a quick note to encourage all 5 1/2 of you who read me, to visit my daughter's blog The New Me at dastardlystar.blogspot.com . She has written twice in the last week or so and is worth the read. Besides, she could use the support about now.

Beth Moore has nothing to worry about!

2007-07-17T14:57:00.000-05:00

It's Tuesday, and I've just about recovered from preaching on Sunday. Wow, it was...surreal, amazing, draining! Next time you try to talk to your pastor after church, just don't expect it to register. At times it was almost an out-of-body experience...other times I felt like Bob in What About Bob, "I'm preaching! I'm a preacher!" while lashed to the pulpit. I almost didn't make it through my final prayer, I was so overcome with emotion. That has everything to do with the message the Lord gave to me:

God Is Faithful
a) to redeem what was sold - Hosea 1:2 and Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers
b) to restore what was lost - Joel 2:25, the story of Job, and the story of C.S. Lewis
c) to revive what has died - Genesis 18:10-12 and 21:1-2

Pretty close to home, huh? I finished up by singing (acapella) "How Deep the Father's Love For Us" by Stuart Townend:

How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

God is in the Storm

2007-07-03T09:37:00.000-05:00

Welcome to the longest post ever. I promise it's worth the reading. Happy 4th of July!

WOW! I received a Rockin' Girl Blogger award from Bev at Scratchin' the Surface! That is SO COOL! THANK YOU! Here's what she had to say, "I've met her once, liked her immediately, wish I could meet with her weekly to fix all that ails me. She's genuine to the core, funny, smart. She's like the Energizer Rabbit - she just doesn't quit no matter how tough it gets."

You never really know how you impact others. There have been two wilderness times in my life: now and 20 years ago in Oregon. In both times when I was just struggling to put one foot in front of the other and hold on to Jesus with what little strength I had, God was using me to impact others. It was not anything I was conscious of at the time, so I can certainly not take credit for it. Even through the fulfillment of my dream of going back to school - I was inspiring others. Go figure.

I just have to share with you the amazing story of last week. A couple of years ago my church put together a cd, "Hymns of Our Faith," to give out at a community event. For the most part it was a family project as my nephew and his wife, my niece and her husband, my mom, my sister-in-law, my friend Lauren and I did an "unplugged" version of several hymns. I haven't thought much about that cd - I've given out a couple, but raised in a Pentecostal/Baptist home, it felt a lot like showing off, which is not good! That kinda goes against my love for the stage, so you can imagine my constant inner conflict.

Anyway, I received this email from my brother (the pastor) last week:

Dear Pastor Hulet,
I am an Active Duty Navy Chaplain, ordained through the Assemblies of God, presently serving as the Senior Officer Chaplain at Camp Bucca, Iraq. Camp Bucca is the largest Detention Facility in the world for Detainees. We have over double digit thousands here. The mission is difficult, tension filled, and fatiguing.
So , when I rummaged through a drawer, I found the CD: Hymns of Our Faith. The following words quickened my spirit and spoke to my weary soul:
"These songs are meant to offer a moment of peace and reflection in a world of stress and distraction."
I just finished a pastoral care counseling with a service member who received the news that his wife, pregnant at 8 1/2 months with their 3rd child, experienced a fetal demise. The devastation is indescribable.
The Hymn Great is Thy Faithfulness ministered to him and to me in ways I will never be able to articulate. Please thank Lisa Taylor, the vocalist on that hymn, on our behalf.
I don't know how this CD made it clear to Camp Bucca, Iraq but I am sure glad that it did. Mission accomplished! Thank you for your ministry and foresight to let the rich theology of these great hymns of the church speak life, liberty and strength to weary souls.
I salute you.

Peace,

Chaplain Louis Rosa

I replied to Chaplain Lou:
I received your kind words about the song I sang, "Great Is Thy Faithfulness," on the Hymns of Our Faith cd. It is amazing how God uses things we do in ways we can never imagine. I am so blessed to know that I was able to encourage and minister to someone through what I love doing the most. I often wonder what I could be doing to support our troops in such a difficult time - and now found that in some small way I have.

Please send my condolences to this service member in this time of loss. I have also lost a child, and know how painful it is. I'm certain it must be so difficult for him to not be with his wife to grieve and comfort.

I also am a counselor, and know that it can be difficult to lay down the burden at the end of the day. I'll be praying for you and for this man and his family. May God bring a swift end to this unrest, establish stable and strong leadership in Iraq, and bring you all home safely.

Lisa

His reply was even more amazing, and I offer it today for anyone who has loved ones in the military at this difficult time:

Lisa,

I look fwd to meeting you one day. Your gift of music is more than a gift; it is the voice of Christ extended.

Your prayers and gift of music is more than sufficient to demonstrate your support of the troops. This is a very difficult environment for a host of reasons. However, the God of peace which surpasses all understanding is in the midst of it all. Your singing is proof positive of that.

The serviceman in question is home with his bride. We got him off on a bird as soon as it was available. He is now comforting his wife and they are beginning the process of good grief.

I am very sorry for your loss. The loss of a child is indescribably painful. I hope that you are able to practice the type of pain management that allows you to get on with life and own your grief at the same time.

In my 15 years of active duty, 10 years as a chaplain with the US Marines, I have seen a lot of death, destruction and devastation i.e. Somalia, Bosnia, Kosovo, Iraq (2004-2005) and now. I am confident that Genesis 1:2 is true: 'And the world was without form and void and the Spirit of God brooded upon the face of the waters.' God is in the chaos. I guess that is why I have always, with no exception, felt perfect peace even in the midst of some of the worse firefights seen in Iraq. We went through the battle for Fallujah during my last deployment. We sent 31 of our young Marines home in body bags and over 200 critically wounded. I know Christ was in the chaos.

Keep your gift flowing. It has reached the far ends of the earth. I play the CD often. Sometimes I play it while the troops enter the chapel for worship. Plz convey my thanks to Jenni, Lauren, Erica and Maurietta for their consecration and dedication to praise and worship.

Michelangelo once said that if the general public knew how hard he labored on each piece, it would diminish the magic of his work. I don't understand how difficult it is to make a great cd. If knowing means it will diminish it's beauty plz don't tell me. I want to appreciate it for what it is.

I look fwd to keeping in touch.

Peace,

Lou

If you know someone who would be encouraged by reading this note from Chaplain Lou, please pass it along.

It's a Restaurant Meme

2007-06-27T09:30:00.000-05:00

We have weathered yet another family crisis since my last post. I don't have enough perspective to post about it yet - it involves others and I don't want to uncover anyone as I pour out my own heart. I consider my life an open book, ask me anything, but it's not fair to open other's books. So, I'll just do a meme and give you a little update.

My oldest has moved back home. It's a good thing as far as I can tell. My middle has her first boyfriend and I'm trying not to overrun her excitement with my own. Perhaps I'm a little over-involved here. It's just so much fun seeing that happen and remembering how it felt. We're getting all the last minute preparations done for sending her off to college - 4 miles away. I wanted her to experience the whole college shebang, and she's all for it. The youngest is daily removing more skin and blood on his skateboard, and has finally passed me in height. Not that I'm an Amazon at 5'4", but it was a big step for him.

My big news is 1) a cd produced back in Texas, on which I sang "Great Is Thy Faithfulness", found its way to Iraq, where apparently it is ministering to our troops. See, I got an email from the chaplain there telling me about it. How neat to know that something I love to do is an encouragement to weary and discouraged soldiers. 2) I'll be preaching in a couple of weeks. For the first time. To the whole congregation. *gulp* My pastor will be in Israel for our denominational convention and has asked me to fill in the first Sunday. Wow. Pray. And for those Baptists out there - it will be o.k. trust me. it's an eternal security thing.

On to the meme: 5 favorite local restaurants - Tulsa

1) Los Cabos at Riverwalk Crossing - it's honestly quite difficult to choose a favorite Mexican restaurant because I love this food so much I could eat it everyday. Unless I was in Colorado, because theirs is just weird! This restaurant has a beautiful view of the river, live music, patio seating (when it's not raining - 18 of the last 26 days!), and fabulous food. I also love Abuelo's for its avocado enchiladas and los mejores de la casa, but it's a chain - not local.

2) Rib Crib - technically this is a chain, but it's based in Tulsa, so there. Great b-b-q at excellent prices. I love me some b-b-q.

3) Mekong River - fresh, tasty Vietnamese food in a clean, if sparse atmosphere. This is the real thing and if you haven't had this kind of food before, take a friend who has.

4) Bellacino's - great, but pricey grinders. so good and so big, I guess if you split one you might not see it as pricey.

5) Goldie's - The best hamburgers evah! This is an Oklahoma chain that started in Tulsa. These burgers are so good my husband, the king of "with everything," eats them straight-up.

There you have it! Have a happy Independence Day!

Satisfaction, however fleeting and only two weeks between posts!

2007-06-13T10:28:00.000-05:00

It was one of those times, when the planets are aligned, and all is right with the world...

We all come into marriage with these vignettes of ideal marriageosity tucked away in our hearts. Formed by tv or movies, parental example or in contrast to it, expectations major or minor, that are quite often unexpressed to the one most involved in the fulfillment or disappointment of them.

I think I may have shared that the middle (read: 10 years bracketed by the first 3 years, and the ones after), were very difficult in my marriage. As in, please God take me to Heaven, because I can't think of any other way to deal with this much unhappiness. Literally. We held on like shipwreck victims to the last piece of plywood in the ocean - sometimes paddling in the direction of land, sometimes paddling in different directions - getting nowhere, and sometimes just letting the waves carry us out of sheer exhaustion.

We made it to land eventually, collapsing on the beach and lying there until we could find the strength to begin rebuilding. Now, so grateful that neither one of us let go and slipped into the ocean. We are older, hopefully wiser, somewhat worse for wear, but determined as only those who have come through this can be.

So...a precious moment popped up last night without warning - subtle enough that I might have missed it. One of those vignettes...we cooked together. Even now I tear up over something so trivial to most. He grilled chicken and corn on the cob, I made the green beans, new potatoes, and iced tea. We ate together in the living room in peace (the kids are all out of town). Took care of the details - I put away the food and gathered up the trash, he did the dishes and we headed to bed where he rubbed my poor diabetic feet like he does every night. Such precious sweetness. So close to never happening. Today I am satisfied.

I'm Still Here!

2007-05-29T14:16:00.000-05:00

I really must post more often than every 4-6 weeks! It's just been such a whirlwind, that I can barely make it from bed to work and back again. Much accomplished - eldest moved out, middler graduated, moved from the ark to the beautiful, wonderful, glorious, SAFE house! I wish I knew how to post pictures. It really is on my "to do" list.

I'm hoping to have an open house party next month...if I can get pictures up on the wall by then.

I got a massage (Mother's Day gift!) on Saturday...by Sunday I hurt so bad it felt like I had the flu. Musta been alot of toxins trapped in there! Next time...if there is a next time...I'll tell her to take it easy.

My poor dog is having a difficult time recovering from the trauma of being kenneled during our apartment living. We now have submissive wetting, shredded screens, and an impromptu doggy door. Any ideas? Other than that, he's still the greatest dog in the world.

I promise to post more often, and it looks like the logistics of that are pretty workable. I have been lurking and am so glad you all are more faithful than I.

Love to all!

The Grass Withers & The Flower Fades, But The Word of our God Stands Forever

2007-04-12T14:04:00.000-05:00

Today's post will update y'all on the events of the last couple of weeks. We found our tax data in storage at last and sent it to our guy. Because our oldest child dropped out of college and had the nerve to turn 21, we lost her as a deduction. So...we owe eleventy bazillion dollars - well, only $1,000, but it's just about the same. No, we haven't fixed the broken car - money being the hold up, and the aforementioned daughter has decided to move back to Texas. This week our middler turned 18. EEK! We are minus the second bird - this time deceased. What is it about birds - they're fine, then they fall over dead! I tell you underneath the Chocolate Cherry Feria Color System - it's all pure white. I can't begin to tell you all the ways (and through all the people) that God has taken care of us since we made this move. What follows are the series of emails to the woman who runs our church prayer chain back in Texas.

Psalm 91
1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust."
3 Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.
8 You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.
9 If you make the Most High your dwelling even the LORD, who is my refuge-
10 then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation."

Jackie,

Today's Scripture was definitely for me. God is so faithful, we see His hand at every turn. We are trying to stay focused on Him instead of the attack and this Word is an exhortation to do just that. Last night we were given $800 to help us in our time of need. Praise God and may He abundantly bless those who were faithful to give.

New attack this morning, the new car's engine light came on, and the car bucked like a bronco all the way to work. What the devil doesn't seem to understand is that for every item or dollar he steals, God is faithful to more than cover it. The enemy is losing and he should take his marbles and go home! Keep praying, family, it's not over yet! We love you all.
Lisa

Lisa,
Hallelujah! Our God is so faithful. Continuing to pray for all your needs, in Jesus name.
Jackie

Jackie,
Well, I've got bad news and good news about the car. First the bad news. After taking it to the dealership and running a diagnostic, it was determined the engine has a bad pressure/cylinder/valve thingy that requires the replacement of the cylinder head. Translation: lots of days and lots of dollars.

Now for the good news: The Honda guy called his DSM (district service manager) who determined that such a thing should not be with a Honda, so the company will cover the cost of repair 100%! (Doug was crying when he told me this.) This is not a warranty thing - it's a God thing! It should be ready Tuesday.

Since, however, it is not a warranty thing, no loaner car is available. For those of you following the Taylor saga, you will know this was our only working vehicle. So we are believing for God to provide in this avenue as well. Keep those prayers rolling; I believe we've got the devil on the run, 'cause OUR GOD REIGNS!
Lisa

2007-03-22T16:16:00.000-05:00

My sweet friend, Sarah's baby girl Addison has been rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. I'm sending out this request for prayer from Sarah's mom Bev. For the details that Bev knew at the time, go here. Please pray for Addison and for her mom, Sarah.

just a little sumpin' sumpin'

2007-03-16T12:41:00.000-05:00

Thought I'd catch you all up on the latest at the ark.

We're minus one bird - YAY! - given away not deceased. We have a friend visiting from TX who is much larger than said bird, but not nearly as annoying.

No, nothing has been found or returned from the robbery. FEH!

Graduation and prom plans are being made, so much girly excitement in the casa agua de Noah!

I drove over a hole in the ground yesterday and damaged some thingy that transports power steering fluid to the, um, power steering. So, more power is needed from the steerer. Actually, dead, dead, deadsky as far as driving is considered. Not on the new car, but on Andrea's. So, we're back to one car until my husband can find time between his two jobs to fix it. Yes, I feel very sad about that. As my "ever optimistic" dad used to say, "The hits just keep on comin'!" Yeah, he was just a bowl of sunshine. Not to worry, God will take care of all of this. Easy to see the enemy's hand at work these days because...

I'm a church staff member! I'm the Associate Pastor over Ministries! Also directly responsible for worship, counseling, and women's ministries in addition to the delegation and oversight of the other ministries of the BIG category. Sounds impressive, right? Well, at this point there are only about 80 adults, so I'm not too overwhelmed. Just excited. Wish I could just do this and still put my kids through college. I'm so very thankful, and unworthy, but still wanting to do this! So I guess the devil might be just a bit peeved.

Thought I'd share the love, interpeeps!

Robbed!

2007-02-24T08:13:00.000-06:00

Seriously! I got a call yesterday about 2:30 pm from my apartment manager. Apparently someone has kicked in the door - possibly 6 hours ago, and no one reported it until just then. My upstairs neighbor, who apparently enjoys indoor jogging at 2 AM heard some banging at about 9 am, but didn't get up to check on it, or even call the office.

Gone? All my husband's cameras, lenses, filters - he's a photographer. Zach's most prized possession - his electric guitar. GameCube, PS2, dvd player, Rachel's pain meds for her bad knee. Costume jewelry, my camera from my grandparents - graduation gift valuable only to me. Oh - and the extra keys for our new car. You know the kind with the handy dandy black rubber thingy on the end to identify which car they need to steal next.

Most of all a sense of safety. The deadbolt didn't do a thing to keep this guy out. I am so thankful my older daughter was at work and my dog was in his crate. He couldn't have stopped anyone, but he sure could have been hurt or killed. She is sometimes at home without a car, so even if the thief had been surveilling our place to make sure the cars were gone, she could have been there. My husband spent the night in the car, but I don't know what we'll do from here. Oh, btw, no insurance, thanks for asking.

You might have noticed - I become very sarcastic in times like these. It feels more "in control" than crying. And apparently I am all about the control. Sucks to be me. I know the source of all this, and I know we have been making inroads into the territory he stole from us many years ago. We're on our way out of debt...poverty, and the mentality that goes with it. My 14 yr. old son is leading worship and preaching at his public school. My husband and I both work for ministries that advance the kingdom of God. We are entering into ministry positions in our new church. Can you see the big red turrrget circles from where you blog?

People - Lord luv 'em - ask what they can do. Pray. Pray that the thief is caught. Pawning all of our stuff. Intact. and that he gets a raging case of hemorrhoids. No wait, that's last one's probably not right. Maybe it is - I can't really tell right now. Pray that our car is protected. Pray that we can find a new place to live outside of the ghet-to...and his momma cried.

Emotionally I think I'm fine, though I'm having trouble completing sentences. Kinda weird. I'm tired. Had to go in to work early on Saturday to make up the time I lost talking to the policeman who didn't care. Robbed of sleep I so desperately needed and would have enjoyed on this dark, rainy day. My husband is pretty much devastated. He has trouble completing sentences on a good day - now it's like playing charades with a partner who won't give you any hand motions to go on. The kids seem o.k. It will show up in the days to come if they aren't.

Thanks to all for letting me vent. I know it will be better, just right now it isn't

Call me Rip VanWinkle

2007-02-21T12:42:00.000-06:00

Howdy stranger!

Until Diane asked for an update, I didn't realize how long I've been out-of-pocket! Interpretation of the "Frank Bowla" comment was, "the Karankawa Indians were cannibals," from a car-ride discussion of Native American tribes and Texas History class. See, I told you it was tough.

Everything is finally here from TX; in a storage bldg somewhere are our tax papers. A bit of a problem. Our transmission went out on our van, so...we bought a new (to us) car! It's so exciting to drive a car without surprises - kind of an oxymoron, I think. This, of course, was not in our plans, so the excitement comes also in the walk of faith required to purchase this vehicle. For the record, his name is Isaac because we plan on much laughter within, and because he is the beginning of the fulfillment of God's promises to us.

Church is great and we had a wonderful leadership seminar over the weekend. Some things rearranged on my spiritual gifts inventory, and I think that has to do with a new release of ministry for us. Always exhortation (encouragement) was in first place, with teaching in second, and various things jockeying for third. This time first place went to teaching, with second place - PASTORING!, and exhortation coming in around 4th, tied with MISSIONARY! (but only to countries where indoor plumbing and Diet Coke are standard and eating bugs is not). It will be interesting to see how this plays out.

I actually had a heart leap when I saw my results. I don't know that I'll ever be in a head pastor position (a possibility in my denomination) or head pastor's wife position. It's not necessarily on my heart to do so. I'm pretty unconventional as far as pastors or their wives are concerned. I mean, really, how many of those have, and wear till threadbare, a goth "Hello Kitty" shirt? (And where can I get a new one?) I do love being the second banana, though. So, all that to say, we'll see.

Latest cryptic statement is easy - "I miss you hole punches!" o o o o o

That's all the news from Lake Woebegon!

interpretation please...

2007-02-06T17:11:00.000-06:00

Latest cryptically understood statement: The Frank Bowla Indians were Garanimals! I realize you couldn't possibly get this one, but at least try.

We're pretty much moved in, but not put away. May have to BE put away in a short time. Actually, we're just cutting back on the vacuuming by eliminating floor space altogether.

So good to have my husband here! Though until we get our new kingsize bed, the double is a little too close for my mental health. Struggling...not...to doze...at...workkzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

We had six helpers to feed last night and it was just so...right...to have a place full of high school and college kids to feed and share funny stories with. I feel a calling, or maybe just a confirmation of a calling, in our first guests. We'll see where the Lord takes this.

HMPH!

2007-01-31T10:33:00.000-06:00

Oh now PEOPLE! No takers? O.K. I'll give you this one. Zach was being a "sit-leaner," meaning he was leaning on my daughter in the car. I won't be so easy on you all the next time. Of course, maybe noone but Barb is reading this! I may have to have a little lie down, I'm feeling woozy.

It's snowing here again - YAY! Yes I am a child when it comes to snow because of the deprivation of a life lived virtually snow-free in Texas. I don't think I can be cured.

I'm goin' to Tex-as, I'm goin' to Tex-as
To get me a handsome man and a handsome dog
Yeah, BUDDY!

Like my little song? Everyone should be sealed into the ark by Sunday evening and we will commence with the insanity forthwith.

Gotta little video for you all, it warms the cockles of my little counselor heart. In fact it has become a treasured theme in our home.

if you'd like to see the other current video favorites you can find me at: http://myspace.com/lmombot

Lots of bloggity love to all!

translate this!

2007-01-26T14:25:00.000-06:00

So, in order to blog more often, I'm going to do some short ones. My last post told the story of misunderstood statements, so read that first if you haven't already.

The most recent cryptic statement was heard from the back seat, "Mom, Zachary's being a 'sit wiener'!"

Let me know what you think was actually said and what it meant, and I'll post the answer in a day or so.

The Post That Makes You Thankful For Your Own Family

2007-01-24T08:27:00.000-06:00

Alas, I have been chided for my lack of blogginess by my niece. See her SHINY NEW POST at seeking perfect peace She's an amazing girl and I want everyone (all 10 of you!) who read my post to get to know her, but of course not monopolize her time as it ALL BELONGS TO ME! and, of course, her husband, daughter, and brand new son.

She started this idea of family strangeness, you know, things you all do as a family, that when you do them, others cock their heads to the sides like a calf looking at a new gate.

Many years ago, 20 to be exact, we were getting ready for church one Sunday morning. I called out to my husband, "I made a bottle and it's in the diaper bag," as we had one very cherished youngun, and my husband was a helpful father. He ambled into the room where I was, with a concerned look on his visage (like that word? ain't I smart?). "Sinead O'Connor's in the diaper bag?!" And thus began the laughing with one's legs crossed so as not to overtax a delivery-weakened bladder. We decided from that day on to repeat exactly what we heard any time the message was unclear. Kind of our own version of that game where you read what's on the card and try to figure out what it's saying, combined with the old gossip game.

Actually this was a great tactic for dealing with my detestation of repeating myself. You see, I am not a patient person. Really. Not. Patient. God seems to be making an example of me lately. Not really loving that either. But I do love to repeat what I've just heard. Sometimes hearing it out loud is just what I need to figure out what was originally said. Try it. There's no telling what you'll come up with. Be like the Taylors!

More weirdness to follow.

Start The Music, I Feel A Happy Dance Comin' On!

2007-01-12T10:25:00.000-06:00

You know I had a really great post, and long, written out and ready to go, just a few days ago. It's somewhere out in the Blogzone, never to be heard from again, apparently. So I'm trying to remember what all I've told you about. I think I'll stop promising to post, 'cause obviously I'm a pathological blogpromise breaker. However, since its de-lurking week, I wanted to get in on the sweet commenty goodness.

1. My son was named "Ram of the Month" (If I already told you this, just smile and nod. I've waited a long time for this honor and I am savoring it!). Now, personality quirks being what they are, this boy qualified for ram of the house very early on. I call him my sheepdog, because he is always herding. THIS is MY space, THAT is YOUR space! However, he has many fine qualities and this award is for his middle school (mascot-you guessed it-Rams).

2. The aforementioned sheepdog is coming to Tulsa to join the girls as of tonight.

3. Driving him into the oncoming ice storm will be my DH, ready for some heavy-duty snugglin'.

4. We will all be together in the 2, that's right 2, bedroom apartment we moved into over the Christmas holiday. Same ghetto, phenomenal cosmic power-itty bitty living space.

5. Started teaching my "Boundaries" class two weeks ago. I LOVE THIS CLASS! I LOVE CLOUD & TOWNSEND! This is my 5th time to teach it and it's still GOOD!

6. I got a perfect attendance bonus on my check today. WOOHOO!

7. Doug has an interview with Home Decorators (a Home Depot company) for a part-time position on Saturday.

8. Drumroll please - Doug got a full-time position with faithHighway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He will start the second week of February. You can see their commercials on their website www.faithHighway.com to see what Doug will be selling. It is base+commission, so it's a little scary at first. Hence the part-time position. So if you have any media needs for your church, ministry, or Christian business, look us up. O.K. end of commercial.

When you're praying, please remember us for the following: the sale of our home, a new home for our 2 female Lab-mix dogs (we can't have them in an apartment, finances for the transition, and safe travel for my men today.

So the mood in my office cubbyhole is pretty positive these days. I have been lurking, I've even commented a couple of times, only to have them vanish. So the lesson is...save? I still haven't gone to the new Beta, mainly because I don't have a clue. Honestly, anyone in the Tulsa area willing to come to my cave and teach me this stuff? But not this weekend, I'll be snugglin'.

2007-01-06T10:30:00.000-06:00

Ah, yes, the edit to this post is that Blogger STINKIN' ATE my post! And it was great. And Long. And I'll never have that recipe agaaiiiinnnn, OHHHHH NOOOOOOO! (imagine Richard Harris, or Donna Summer singing that last line). This has happened before and the post miraculously showed up later. I'm hoping that happens here. If not, I'll try again tomorrow. OH BTW! May have a buyer for our house! WOO HOO!

A Rip-Snortin' Good Time

2006-12-12T11:10:00.000-06:00

The 3rd Annual (yes, that means this has happened twice before!) Redneck Talent Show and Dinner was an evening to remember. I don't have pictures yet, but I'll post them when they come in.

My cousin Kevin (the pastor), his bassett hound Millie, my daughter Andrea (http://dastardlystar.blogspot.com) and I sang, "If your hair's too long, there's sin in your heart!" You can find an actual sound clip of this song if you do a google search. Also featured were Delmar and PD in "We're in the Jailhouse Now," various redneck poems, Kevin singing "The Redneck 12 Days of Christmas (and uh possum in a per-sim-mon treeeee)," and Tator - age 6 (his real name - my hand to God) making his stomach roll.

You have to understand, my cousin and I both have music degrees. Andrea sang the lead in "The Pirates of Penzance" operetta last year. Millie was on her own. She wandered off and, when no one was looking, nabbed the ham off the buffet table.

A grand buffet was served, and yes, game sausage was on the table. Door prizes included Bubba teeth, pocket knives, and whoopee cushions.

I wish you coulda been there. Yes, indeedy! I think I pulled a muscle laughing so hard.

On another note, I made a gingerbread house this weekend! Now I have a Christmas decoration in my apartment! I'll try to take a picture of it tonite and post tomorrow. This was made possible by an amazing gift from my dear friend Sarah at (http://inthemidstofit.blogspot.com) A woman of God if there ever was one. My thank you note is on its way to her today.

I'm so excited that I'll be home soon. I can hardly wait. Doug got three contacts about jobs yesterday and we are praying and following up today. Please Lord let it be in this bunch!

My middle child will be joining us in the cracker box after Christmas to begin her final semester of high school. She just got her acceptance letter from ORU, and is nearly beside herself with excitement. It's gonna be even more of an adventure. Pray for us.

I'm beginning to feel a little Christmas-y at last.

Merry Christmas

2006-12-09T12:34:00.000-06:00

Time for some fun. I got this from and thought I'd jump right in. I wonder how they knew...

Christmas Elf Name

My Christmas Elf Name is

Get your Christmas Elf Name at JokesUnlimited.com

Which of Santa's Reindeer are you?

Donder

Like Donder you are sensible and a good leader. You know the right things to do at the right time and have people's respect

Find out which of Santa's Reindeer you are at Quizopolis.com

I got a special...make that a VERY special gift in the mail yesterday. The giver can't know how much just the thought, not to mention the actual gift meant to me. Perhaps this will be a good Christmas after all.

ABC - easy as 123, name that supergroup!

2006-12-08T09:54:00.000-06:00

I really need to go to remedial blogging school because I can't, for the life of me, figure out how to do buttons! So this is my undecorated ABC meme:

A - Available or not: Married for 23 years, longer than I was single.

B - Best friend: I count my husband as best, but if we exclude husbands, probably my niece Erica. I feel very separate from all my friends right now, as apparently none of us are good about calling or writing.

C - Cake or pie: hard to say, I like both, but I think I like more types of pie than cake. And is cheesecake a cake or a pie? Doesn't really matter, I'll eat it either way.

D - Drink of choice: Diet Coke, but if I didn't have to mind my carbs it would be Starbucks Chai Latte.

E - Essential item you use every day: Palm Treo 600 PDA/Phone. It's my life.

F - Favorite color: Green - from Emerald to Forest, & Purple - deep Purple

G - Gummy bears or worms: Cherry Sours

H - Hometown: Irving, Tx

I - Indulgence: Good sheets and blankets, the best I can afford

J - January or February: February, it's the month for lovers, and it's my oldest's birthday

K - Kids and names: Andrea Rebecca - 20, Rachel Roxanne - 17, Zachary Dennis - 14, Joe (the dog) - 4

L - Life is incomplete without: my hubby and aforementioned kids (and dog)

M - Marriage date: October 8,1983

N - Number of siblings: 3, 1 brother and 2 sisters, all older

O - Oranges or apples: Oranges, best of all Clementine Tangerines

P - Phobias or fears: stairs, which is why I never ran for Miss America. Who can walk down those stairs in a swimsuit and heels without a bannister? and heights.

Q - Favorite quote: Jeremiah 29:11 "'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'" NIV I'm holding hard to this one right now.

R - Reason to smile: Boo Mama, who I am missing dearly (please blog!), my middle child's rendition of Silent Night, sung sincerely in several different keys at once (how did this happen?) when I was having a particularly weepy day at work last week, I get to go home for a week at Christmas

S - Season: Fall, it's always such a beautiful relief from summer

T - Tag 3 or 4 people: Andrea at You Just Think I'm Normal, Erica at Seeking Perfect Peace (who has yet to blog, the dirty lurker!), and anyone else who hasn't done this one yet.

U - Unknown fact about me: My guilty listening pleasures are Prince and Janet Jackson

V - Vegetable you don't like: Where to begin? I've never asked for a big plate of any vegetable other than maybe Asparagus, since potatoes don't count as a vegetable. My MOST HATED is broccoli. X-P

W - Worst habit: procrastination. I love a crazy deadline and the adrenaline rush of pulling it off at the last minute. It's pathological really.

X - X-rays: teeth in the last 5 years

Y - Your favorite food: Shrimp or Steak - I'm not a cheap date

Z - Zodiac sign: Leo - and I do seem to fit the profile, though how everyone born on that day could be the same is a mystery to me. I won't listen to or read a horoscope on religious principles at any rate.

Ain't God Good!

2006-12-04T12:40:00.000-06:00

Just for little old me, God gave Tulsa 10.4 inches of snow! Their yearly average is 9.1, so I know this was a special gift for me. I got to miss work (paid) 1 1/2 days, YAY! And because I LOVE SNOW I drove around in it all weekend! Did I mention I LOVE SNOW?!! And EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!

You see, being away from home, and flat broke, I haven't bought one gift, baked one cookie, or decorated one inch. All my decorations are back in TX and if I buy new ones, they will come in place of someone's Christmas gift. No bloggity Christmas Tour of Homes for me. I'll probably start baking this weekend, and just hope the folks back home will decorate in my absence. I'll be doing a lot of online shopping this year and that will start on the next paycheck. Picture me trying not to be stressed out about this. I just go to the window and look at the snow again.

I also drove up to my cousin's church again this weekend and began counseling a couple of families. It's so fulfilling to me that I truly could go on for hours, and have to remind myself that it's draining for the counselees. I pray ahead of time for wisdom and insight for each one, and find that God is always faithful. Even with my training, I am not adequate to the task without Him. He gives me word pictures that are particularly appropriate, Scripture that absolutely fits, and compassion for each and every one. What a joy! I love giving hope to the hopeless!

By-the-by, we're havin' a Redneck Christmas Talent Show this Sunday Eve. at New Life Foursquare in Vinita, OK, and my cousin, his bassett hound Millie, my daughter Andrea, and I are workin' up a "special" just for the occasion. Wish you could all come. If I get a picture I'll post it next week. Not a clue what I'm going to wear, yet. What do women rednecks look like?

Did you guess this?

2006-11-30T10:16:00.000-06:00

You Are Midnight

You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.
Whether you're a nightowl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle.
Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.
You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.

What Time Of Day Are You?

I got this from Barb at A Chelsea Morning and thought I'd join the fun. How about you?

All the News from Lake Woebegone

2006-11-28T13:11:00.000-06:00

Wow, I didn't realize how long it has been since I blogged last. And WOO HOO, I have 10 subscribers out there. DOUBLE DIGITS! SHWEET!

I'll have to type fast 'cause I'm on lunch. Great Thanksgiving - 4 1/2 days with my hubby! And kids! And the Greatest Dog in the World! The weather was perfect, though my dressing didn't taste quite right. Zach caught his first fish.

Sunday I got to go to the home church for a wonderful service with Kent Henry. Probably the MOST ADD worship leader ever. Still, an anointed man. Who called MY SON up to pray for him and to pass on that anointing to him. He even sat and listened to the songs my 14 yr. old has been writing. SO HONORED! Truly a day to remember. Didn't get to see Erica or the new baby - GRRRR! She was off at the IN-LAWS! You owe me, Chica!

Just for fun I decided to get a RAGING Sinus Infection! Maybe NOT such a good idea.

I have to say that "Good-byeing" doesn't get any easier with practice. One child decided to start a big fight just to ease the sadness. Not such a good idea either. Doug drove me back to Tulsa, and went for a possible interview. PPLBBLTTT! They offered him $8/hr. Right. My big ol' macho husband nearly cried on my shoulder last night. I'm pretty sure he did as he was driving back to Texas. When you're praying - include us. We're really tired of the separation. And the no money. And the sinus infection. WHINE!

One piece of good news. My cousin, who pastors a church about an hour from here, has asked me to do some counseling for his congregation, and so we're working on a day of the week that I can come out and fulfill part of God's calling on my life. I'm really excited about it and the opportunity to support his ministry.

I'd best go now. I have read each of your posts, I just haven't commented. I know, shame on me. I'll try to get that caught up tonite.

I Think I'll Try It

2006-11-10T07:56:00.000-06:00

I got this from Barb - http://anewchelseamorning.blogspot.com and thought I'd jump right in. If you read further, you'll find that fits with my assessment.

Your Five Factor Personality Profile

Extroversion:
You have high extroversion.You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"
Conscientiousness:
You have medium conscientiousness.You're generally good at balancing work and play.When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.
Agreeableness:
You have high agreeableness.You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.
Neuroticism:
You have low neuroticism.You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.
Openness to experience:
Your openness to new experiences is high.In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.

The'>http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/">The Five Factor Personality Test

Enough's enough!

2006-11-09T12:47:00.000-06:00

I have to say that independence is overrated. I always thought of myself as an independent person. Appears I was woefully mislead. Since moving to OK over two months ago, I am not more self-confident, nor am I more interesting. I am not more patient, nor am I more trusting of God. I'd say this little experiment is a resounding failure.

I do, however, appreciate my family, my dog, and my washer and dryer a great deal more. Also the simple act of touch. Nobody touches me out here on my own. Did you know your skin can ache from the absence of touch? As much as I may declare that I have personal space issues, this is not what I was looking for. I miss having someone to sit by in church, leading worship, or the opportunity to sing a "special" from time to time.

I need my family and I need God to open up a job for my husband. I don't like crying every day. It hurts and it messes up my sinuses something awful.

p.s. My daughter needs some readers for her blog if you don't mind stopping by http://dastardlystar.blogspot.com I know she'd appreciate a shout out.

Works for me Wednesday

2006-10-31T19:26:00.000-06:00

I know I should link or something for this WFMW, but I don't know how. If you can help, please email or comment with the info.

Meal Planning

I took the time about 5 years ago to plan out a menu. I enjoy cooking, but I hate to decide what's for dinner. I also like a lot of variety. I found, however, that I was making the same old thing and throwing away perfectly decent food gone bad then running to the store for two more ingredients. EVERY. DAY.

This involves some serious investment of time, but it will last forever. I am one of the pickiest eaters you will find, so I think if you put your mind to it, you'll do even better than me. The primary purpose of this is to plan meals, but it will help greatly with your shopping list and grocery budget.

I got out my recipes and cookbooks, and a spiral notebook and scissors. I made a list of all the entrees I like and will actually make. Then I made a list of all the vegetables/side dishes I like and will actually make (MUCH shorter list). I then cut out each item for moving around. I decided I would plan for 6 nights a week, to accomodate date night.

Here is where the work comes in. You'll have to set your priorities. I planned to have chicken at least twice a week, red sauce no more than once a week, pasta no more than twice a week, and no particular meat two days in a row. You may want to have vegetarian, or fish a certain number of times a week. Just won't fly at my house. I also planned for stew after roast, and dishes requiring boned chicken after preparing a roasted chicken or turkey. Once I got all those ducks in a row I had TWO WHOLE MONTHS of 6 nights/wk, no entree doubled! This was a joy, because having something once every two months is not too often. Plus, as I find new recipes I can either replace something I'm tired of, or add to the end and work up to THREE MONTHS!

Next I matched the veggies/side dishes, first of all the things that MUST go together like fried chicken and mashed potatoes. This involves more moving of pieces of paper, as I didn't want potatoes too often, or cheese every day. (o.k., I LIKE cheese everyday, but it doesn't like me!) I made sure I had a green veggie or salad every meal and increased our intake of these items DRASTICALLY.

Next, I make the shopping list, making sure that I check for EVERY ingredient in my recipes. I may buy meat on sale and freeze it, or canned goods on special, but no more buying fresh produce that isn't in the plan and then throwing away not-so-fresh produce that I neglected to cook. I really save SO MUCH MONEY this way. Now you may be thinking, "GEE, she's so ORGANIZED!" To which I reply, "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I just LOVE me a plan. I am NOT so organized, which is why this was so necessary. Organized people do this innately. I had to work on it. Now just sit back and let the plan work for you.

This plan shops every other week, so the flexibility lies in that you can eat any of the meals within that two weeks, because you already have all the ingredients for each meal. It can also get backed up because of unexpected events, so your plan will probably last longer than you originally think.

The very best, serendipitous (is that even a word?) part of this plan is what has happened with my kids. I have taught all three of them - ages then: boy 12, girls 15 and 18 - how to cook ALL of these entrees. "WHAT?!?" It's true! As I was finishing up my M.Ed., all my classes were at night and my husband was less than involved in food preparation. I offered to pay them $5 per meal (only one person per meal) to make dinner according to the plan. They had to defrost, if necessary, and begin preparation in time for dinner to be at a decent hour. This was much less expensive than them eating fast food and so much better for them. Our finances had been so low for so long that they had forgotten the meaning of the word allowance. I actually had them arguing over who got to cook, and I came home from class to a plate, left warming for me in the oven or microwave. What's not to love? They learned how to follow a recipe, planning ahead, and the mystery of getting all the parts of a dinner to come out at the same time. They tried more things because they cooked them. From time to time we go off the plan, but we always come back to it eagerly.

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This is a page of my plan (it's like the velveteen meal plan!). If you run into any problems, just ask me. I LOVE a plan!

Sunday Seventeen?

2006-10-22T22:47:00.000-05:00

Seventeen things you might not know about me

Ok, I know this was a Thursday Thirteen, but I couldn't blast my daughter's behind away from the computer before now. So here goes.

1. If I could have any gift/skill in the world...the ability to dance. I watch all dance movies - awful acting and all- and dream that I can actually put the lower half of my body into some kind of synchronization with the top half.

2. I actually took a hip hop dance class a couple of years ago. If you've ever seen me in person, please tone the guffaws down to a mild chortle. It was me and 3 girls from a high school drill team and a girl in junior high. Wow. With mirrors everywhere.
3. I think I'm thinner and more attractive than I really am. This is why photographs are so unwelcome and so shocking. Unfortunately, when I was MUCH thinner and more attractive, I didn't have a clue.

4. I was plagued by nightmares as a child and couldn't watch any t.v. show or movie that was even slightly scary. This includes "The Ghost and Mr. Chicken" with Don Knotts. Ok, stop guffawing, I can hear you. When I got older I learned to change my dreams when they started to turn dark and now I almost never have any trouble at all. Even after watching really dark, psychological movies. I still don't do the whole Freddy Krueger, Halloween, SawIII thing, though.

5. As outgoing as I am - I can literally carry on a balanced, two-way conversation with virtually anyone - I often agonize over my own foolishness and/or foot-in-mouth disease on my way home.

6. I don't consider myself maternal in the slightest. I always wanted children, but the actual raising of them has been quite a challenge. It's not their fault, just how it is. I actually do better with teenagers, even in jr. high, than with toddlers through elementary. I know. Weird, huh?

7. I have an uncanny memory for faces, and I'm pretty good with names, too. If I tell you your face is familiar, I will eventually figure out where I met you before. In another state. 22 years ago.

8. I have a nearly all-consuming desire to be on stage. Except I don't do skits. They're not cool.

9. I have a minister's license and I am third generation in the ministry. I don't preach, but I do teach, counsel, sing, and write.

10. My most difficult birthday was my 30th, because I had not finished my degree and I was disappointed in myself. By 40 I had my B.A. and was working on my M.Ed. Much better.

11. I still feel that the bigness of my life is ahead of me. I hope I'm not wrong about this because I believe there is bigness in me. At this point there is definitely bigness to me.

12. I took an English horseback riding class in college and it was one of the most fun things I have ever done. One of these days I'm getting a horse and I don't care if it harelips the Devil! What exactly does that phrase mean?

13. I don't think I am creative. I'm really good at following a pattern, and that is not the same thing.

14. Did I mention that I'm weird. Oh, you already knew that. What I didn't realize growing up and trying desperately to hide my weirdness, was that it was like trying to hide a fart. Particularly if one is lactose intolerant. I have found, however, that weirdness seems to be "in" these days and I enjoy a certain degree of coolness to my own bewilderment.

15. I carry Play-Doh with me at all times, because when I get stressed out I like to smell it. Please refer to the above item.

16. When I was in college, different school, I slid down the bannister of the music bldg. in a dress. Unfortunately, the young man at the bottom neglected to catch me and I broke my foot.

17. I had a black belt in dating before I married 23 years ago. I did mention that I was much thinner and more attractive then, didn't I?

O.k. that's certainly more than anyone really needed to know. I'm going to bed now. Feel free to spread the love.

Sweet, sweet connection

2006-10-16T17:24:00.000-05:00

I'm cookin' with gas, now!

Actually, I'm not cooking at all, my sweet daughter is. I'm merely sitting on the floor of my new apartment...BLOGGING! Yes friends, I finally have internet. No couch, no desk, no table, no box springs, no bedframe, no lamps. I do have a small t.v., a computer with INTERNET!, an air mattress for Andrea and a queen mattress for me. Oh, find of finds - we happened upon a not-so-gently used chair and coffee table at the DUMPSTER! Now we can have High Tea with the Queen! She gets the chair of course.

I spent my Saturday partaking of various forms of chocolate. Dicey business for a diabetic, but I persevered. Actually my boss' women's group put together a Chocolate Boutique women's day and she invited Andrea and me. It was a treat, not just because of the chocolate (MMMMM!), but because a day on the floor watching our 4 t.v. stations didn't hold much appeal. Now this wasn't just about eating, but also about how God's love is extravagant, and necessary, just like chocolate. You can get the details of how to do your own C.B. at www.group.com and enjoy!

I hardly know what to blog about since I've been so out of touch. I want you to know you may tag me for any meme you'd like and I'll be sure to respond. No word yet on a job for Doug.

I'm doing pretty well, considering... Considering my van started smoking last Wednesday and he had to make a mad dash up here to replace a hose that went to the coolant, pump, valve thingy. I know it may not seem cost effective to drive that round trip, but imagine the cost of limping one's van into an unknown repair shop and saying, "Um, I think it's broke. Can you fix it?"

I snickered feverishly at In the Midst of It's post today. Dangerous in an office setting. I'm sure you all did, too, because I think the only ones who read my blog are related to her. OOH! If you'll notice, I just created my very first link or two. You may gaze in wonder. You may also notice (please concur) that I've gotten my funny back on. Apparently it was attached to personal internet service. Who'da thunk it? It's a good thing, too, because all that whining was gettin' on my last nerve. I must say, however, that Monday is the saddest day of the week because my MomTime buddies are playing without me. You know who you are!

I'll sign off before this officially becomes the longest post evah. I'll be back. Soon.

The rest of the story

2006-09-30T12:44:00.000-05:00

O.k. well I'm at home for just a couple of days and I finally got through to blogger. I didn't even know it posted my last entry because it erased me twice. Come to find out it cut some off, so I'll finish that up.

The house we are looking to lease/purchase will not be available until the first of January. The couple that owns it is moving to Africa to train pastors and won't be leaving until then. So we need a place for 2-3 months until that works out.

The update is, I got a call yesterday afternoon from the owner of the house I'm in. She decided that she needed to work on the house without occupants. I have until next weekend to find a place. I spent most of the ride home trying not to throw up from the stress. Any ideas folks? You'd think I'd have my sea legs by now wouldn't you?

The rollercoaster this week also included this event. After I got my first paycheck and my husband paid bills, we had like $20 to make it the next two weeks. That meant I would not make it home for my son's 14th birthday. When he found this out he called me sobbing! Another weepy day at work. I was finally able to get some of the email addresses from the folks back home and shared just a bit of what was going on with one of my friends.

He called that evening and said that everyone deserves a good birthday, and he and his wife were paying for my gas to come home! So here I am, trying to figure out what to take back with me and where I'm going to put it anyway. Enjoying my family and praying like crazy.

I appreciate your comments and prayers. This adventure doesn't feel very fun yet.

Weeping may last for the night...but joy comes in the morning

2006-09-25T12:10:00.000-05:00

I find myself at my desk weeping. My family has just left to go back home, and though I will be headed there in 4 days, I'm having a hard time. This is the difficult part of walking out God's provision. Doug felt like both interviews went well and we are praying that the job that is NOT 55 hrs/wk. is the one that will work out at a good pay and quick start date. (Cross your fingers and toes for relocation package!)

Let me tell you about the housing God has provided. I spent the first week with my MIL who lives 1/2 mile from my office. She has a 1 bedroom condo and I stayed on the couch. Thought I might stay there until my first paycheck arrived so I could get an apartment. When she found out that would be at the end of three weeks...well, let's just say she was unprepared.

So I called a couple of friends in town. The next day I moved to the pastor's home 25 miles away - they have a MIL's suite that had a bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen/living room with its own entrance. She stocked the frig for me and made dinner in the evening! I can't tell you how much I appreciate this family. Talk about instant in season and out.

I was there for nearly two weeks until I moved to the vacant, but furnished home of a friend's daughter. It was also 25 miles away, but in the other direction. The joy of Tulsa is that at each place it only takes 30 minutes to go those 25 miles in rush hour! This home is awfully cute and is such a blessing. After the stress of the MIL's house, I certainly didn't want to overstay my welcome anywhere. There is room for my older daughter, who is here and looking for a job, and myself. God bless this family as well!

Oh, while at the pastor's home I learned of a house that he was buying that is about 5 miles from my job. He wanted to know if we would be interested in renting or lease/puchase -ing it from him! It is beautiful, much nicer than any home I have lived in since I married. It is also well within our price range. Three blessings for me!

Here's the hitch: The house in which I am currently staying is on the market and is getting a lot of realtor attention. Even if it sold right awa

Long Time No Blog

2006-09-21T11:59:00.000-05:00

Let the praises ring out - I'm Bloggin' Again!

I can't catch everything up today, but I'm gonna start sumpin'. I only have 30 minutes for lunch and I don't have a computer at home, yet.

It's kinda cold and rainy here in the CityPlex Towers (aka The City of Faith) in beautiful South Tulsa. I have been on the job almost 3 weeks, and didn't have a computer at all for the first 2 1/2! Then I had to catch up on everyone's posts since I had been away before I could even think of posting. It was so good to read y'all! I've missed you more than you know.

Speaking of missing, I haven't seen my family since I left and that's mighty hard. They are coming up this weekend because...drumroll please...Doug has 2, yes 2, interviews! And they are bringing the greatest dog in the world with them! My cup runneth over!

About the job - I am a writer in the Editorial Department of Oral Roberts Ministries. I get to read testimonies of God's faithfulness all day. And of course edit them. That's what they pay me for. I have my own office, which is very exciting for me. Payday is tomorrow which is even more exciting because we've all been livin' on fumes since I left. You'd think I'd be thinner by now.

I'll try to blog again tomorrow and let y'all know how the housing situation has progressed. I still can't get my email from home so I'm depending, nay waiting with bated breath, on your posts and comments.

It's good to be back!

Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?

2006-09-03T02:28:00.000-05:00

It's 1:31 am on the day that I am leaving and I'm up finishing the laundry so I can take clean clothes to my MIL's house. Feelin' kinda ponderful (yes, that's what I meant to type) so I thought I'd share.

I've had only a few big moves in my life. My first memory is moving to my big house the week before my 3rd birthday. Big excitement and I must have talked a blue streak that day. A couple of house changes within the same town before the next big move - to the dorm at ORU. It was all excitement because I was about to take the world by storm. Only a little sadness to leave friends because I knew I'd be back to visit. Often. The song that I felt was written for me was "I'm Gonna Fly" by Amy Grant. College would be the place where people would finally "get" me. And they did. I felt such a freedom there to be all of me, not just the parts that were acceptible to the particular group or guy I was with. It was o.k. to be smart and I could show that and still date - my favorite pasttime.

The next move was when I got married a couple of years later (comin' up on 23 next month!). Yet again, a happy adventure. My quest for "the man" was over and I could commence with the rest of my goals. I had made friends in Tulsa, home of my first married apartment, and wasn't concerned about leaving home at all. What could go wrong? I had full confidence in the future.

About a year and a half later, we headed back to Texas and it didn't seem like such a big move because I was coming home. We had some adjustment issues like any young couple, but life was still good. I was still ready to conquer the world. During the next 6 mos. during which I had my first child, my husband's fledging faith in the Lord began to unravel. I was too naive to know what was going on and tied up with new baby and postpartum.

The bad move. Work took us off to Oregon for a "temporary" contract job. I. DID. NOT. WANT. TO. GO. At this point I knew things were not all right and the sense of foreboding was tangible. I couldn't get anyone to listen to me. I was trapped. We put our stuff in storage and I packed up my baby and my postpartum and went to the land of no sun, with no transportation of my own. Because this was just "temporary" - 6 weeks at the most - it wasn't necessary to make new friends or a find a church that I would only have to say good-bye to right away. Only, if you'll remember, my motto is everything is better with a buddy or cheese. I don't operate this way. So began the downward spiral of this little family of three into the pits of long term depression. Six weeks turned into, by excruciating slowness of multiple delays, 11 MONTHS! So much damage was done to us, by us, and through us, that it has taken YEARS to recover what was lost in Banana Slugland. We returned to Texas beaten, damaged, wounded. Lost was the innocence of youth and the unquestioning belief that God would lay the path out before us, smooth and clear. We were forever changed by that move and my personal jury is still out on whether the good things that happened through that time (and it took me a long time to even see any good) outweigh the damage.

We have changed homes a few times since then, but have stayed in the same area for the last 19 years. We've done a lot of healing and I can truly say that God is my Redeemer. However, I find myself on the brink of this move - knowing it is what I want and what God wants for me - apprehensive, fearful, confused. Afraid that there lurks in the shadows a Devourer like before. I want to have that 100% confidence that all will be smooth sailing, but I'm not 23 years old and unscarred anymore. My wounds have healed, but the scars remain. There is an aching in times of stress like the aching in my foot (that I broke in college) when it's going to rain. I am excited and sad. Wishing I could just be excited. This total dependence on God messes with my need to control my life. To say that I will never be without an escape again. Having to trust Him when I would rather trust me.

Ultimately I believe this move is about my Redeemer. I believe He wants to redeem my trust in Him and He can only do that through this step of faith that I am taking. I feel like Indiana Jones in the movie where he must step out onto nothingness to save his dad. I am leaving friends and church behind and stepping out into an entirely new season of my life. No net. It's up to the Lord to catch me. I know He is my Redeemer; I'm just a little frightened.

And they're off!

2006-09-01T14:31:00.000-05:00

Well, technically it's just me, and I'm actually leaving Sunday, but I don't know if I will get a chance to blog between now and then.

I have just a wee bit of anxiety about this move. I know it is exactly what God has planned, but that doesn't mean it will be easy. I have only lived outside of Dallas/Ft. Worth 3 years of my 43. I've been attending the same church for 21 years with my brother as pastor. I haven't worked full time, except for a couple of temp jobs, in 21 years either. So I have alot of adjusting to do. Not to mention starting off without the DH and DKs, and the best dog in the universe.

My DH has agreed to let me take the van (unairconditioned) so that I will not be completely at the mercy of my MIL. Please pray for rain all the way from DFW to Tulsa on Sunday so that I will survive the trip! I will be spending the first week with my MIL so that might take some prayer as well. After that, I may be getting the first apartment by myself of my entire life. I might finally be a real grownup, or GRUP as we say around here.

I think it will be fun after 2 years of living with 5 other people, packed to the rafters. However, since my motto is "Everything's better with a buddy, or cheese, or both" I'm not sure how I'll function on my own. Oh, did I mention - I won't have a computer, except at work! Guess where I'll be spending my lunch! So, I'll do a little freelance writing and a lot of reading.

We're still believing for financial provision, as we have about $40 to get us to next Friday - not this Friday - all of us. I know God will provide, it's His penchant for waiting till the last minute that is so unsettling. I choose to believe in Him and I will make myself rest in that belief. Help my unbelief!

I have a small shindig/big weepfest scheduled for tomorrow evening with a few friends. I have managed to keep the tears to a minimum, but there's no way I can hold out there. Sunday morning I will say good-bye to a few more, though I will be traveling back about every two weeks until DH finds a job and we sell the house. Then it's off to Tulsa. Thank Heavens for email and cell phones.

Wish me well sweet bloggy friends.

A Different Book MeMe

2006-08-31T01:38:00.000-05:00

Got this from Barb over at A Chelsea Morning:

Here's how it works:
Grab the book closest to you.
Open it to page 123.
Scroll down to the 5th sentence.
Post the text of the next 3 sentences, the name of the book and the author.I'm changing rule #1 a bit. I'm changing #1 to "grab the book you're currently reading."This is the book I'm reading right now. It is "The Cat-nappers" by P.G. Wodehouse.On page 123, sentences 6, 7 and 8 are: "Compared with other items on the list of my troubles it was perhaps a minor cause for melancholy that the old ancestor should be trying to get me on the telephone. Nevertheless, it added one more thing to worry about. It could only mean, I felt, that she had come out of the amiable mood she had been in when last heard from and had thought of a lot more to make on the subject of my failure to reach the standard which she considered adequate in a nephew." This book, like all Wodehouse books, is British humor at its finest. I know not everyone revels in it, but those of us who do laugh out loud at the adventures of Jeeves and Bertie. You'll only find these at the library or used bookstore. But they are well worth it, and appropriate for any reader. Pass it on.

Drumroll Please

2006-08-29T18:34:00.000-05:00

Allrighty! Everyone pick a partner and line up to do the Happy Dance with me! Yes, the year of waiting on God has finally come to an end and I got the job with Oral Roberts Ministries! I start in a week, so I hope God has all the other details worked out and was not caught by surprise. There has been a great deal of hootin' and hollerin' here at the Taylor homestead, right after I accepted the position from the lofty perch of my bathwater. Pretty difficult not to splash when you are shaking all over. Though my voice? Like buttah. I can hardly contain my excitement and it will be a challenge to sleep tonite. So many plans, so few finances. But God is faithful - all the time.

I'll post more after the shaking subsides.

How About A Game of Catch (up)?

2006-08-28T02:23:00.000-05:00

OOH! So much to say...so late at night. O.K. I'll try to catch up on some info and relate some heartfelt musings.

1. I've discovered one of the many reasons why my family thinks I am a raving lunatic. I have found that by the time I have answered "What's for dinner?" individually for each and every member of the family (with at least one "I don't like that.") if you are the last person to ask, it sucks to be you because I will have forgotten that you haven't asked the other 5 times and I will probably yell at you. This also goes for requests for purchases or money. Can't all you family members take a meeting, decide on the questions and ask them just once? I mean really.

2. If it were possible I believe that I would be bald, entirely, by now from the stress of waiting for God's timing. I know, I know. I shouldn't worry, shouldn't stress, should have more faith, lean to the left and hold my tongue just right. Forgive me. I'm absolutely doing my level best.

3. What's the deal with school supplies? Why do I need to supply extras to turn in to the teacher every year? What are they doing with all those protractors? On whose authority does my son's teacher give him a daily grade of 40 because payday and subsequent supply shopping didn't come until after the first two weeks of school? Do I care that said teacher may be offended by the letter he received from me after hearing about said daily grade? I do not. I. Am. Moving. Not sure when, but this is my mantra of faith and I will not be shaken. I have it on good authority (my brother, the pastor) that this is what is meant by "having done all to stand, stand therefore." Besides, wasn't all that revenue from the Texas Lottery supposed to have all of our children up to their hoo-hahs in markers and laptops? Who's spending that money and how can I get my hands on a couple of protractors to wield on behalf of all broke parents?

4. Pardon me a moment while I return my soapbox to its locked and upright position... there now, where was I?

5. My son is a sheep dog. Not as in shaggy, but as in obliged to control by nudging. He has always been this way and is not likely to change. The problem is, I resist nudging. Wait, make that "the hair stands up on the back of my neck" when this happens. So you see my dilemma. Put that together with the fact that he is the youngest and figure in #1 of this post and you will get a clear picture of a great many of our interactions. Were he not also the most affectionate, devoted, giving, God-loving almost-14-year-old alive, he might no longer be alive. Tonight he got up after he had been in bed about a half hour and said he felt like God wanted him to pray for us (hubby and I) about stress, jobs, finances, etc. He did and trotted happily off to bed. And did I mention he had to settle for a cheap imitation of the shoes he really wanted and worked to earn because we just couldn't swing the name brand? Just yesterday? Color me abashed and appreciative.

6. Oh, you say you'd like to know how my trip to Tulsa went. Well...because our VW Harlequin Golf has no clutch, our Chevy Venture has no air, and my husband and oldest daughter both have jobs that require the use of the shock and strut-less Cutlass Ciera, I rented a car to get there. It was nice driving a car on which everything worked and got decent gas mileage. Once again I spent the night with my dear friend from long ago and stayed up much too late talking. It was so humid when I got up that the hairspray turned immediately to cow slobber on my hair. For those of you not raised in the South, that would be the beads that turn up on the merangue of your favorite pie. I know, icky term. Not so great on the hair either. I arrived at the HR building with 3 minutes to spare and began to make my way across the lawn and around the back of the building to the correct entrance. However I was wearing my oldest daughter's lovely lime green pumps, specifically designed for sitting. I could only move about 4 inches at a time, but now would not have time to inchworm my way back to the car to find my backup shoes and make it into the office. First interview, outlining the job description and requirements, references, recommendations, pay and benefits went very well. On to the second interview - back to the car, four inches at a time - change shoes and drive across the street to meet the managing editor and copy editor. This interview ended with the words "front runner" and "kindred spirits" - that's good, right? They said they had one more interview that they "probably ought to do" but that they would be making the decision right away and how soon would I be available. So I did the happy dance - not in the office, silly! Now I just have to hope and pray and wait for Tuesday or word that the other candidate has moved to Albania to take up underwater basket weaving. Do you see any hair falling out? So, once again, I will let you know as soon as I hear anything.

7. Given that the job is a done deal, all that remains is that I find a place to stay, a car to drive (my middle child threw up in the only intact car after a trip to Six Flags yesterday), my husband gets a job in Tulsa and we sell our home. No big woop. I must say there's nothing like driving to church in Texas, in the summer, in the Vomitmobile. Good Times.

I'll sign off now. I have MomTime in the morning. YAY! and I can't wait to spell the socks off my dear friends after watching "Akeela and the Bee" and eating pizza. Thanks for the prayers.

Livin' on Tulsa Time

2006-08-24T00:04:00.000-05:00

It's been a lurkin' good week here and I am amazed at how you people blog once or twice A DAY! I haven't blogged because the whole of my consciousness is consumed with, "I. NEED. A. JOB." and "How long can I survive on NO. MONEY."

I actually missed my MomTime group this week (BOO HOO!!!) because of a poorly scheduled orthodontist appointment. This was a real hardship. I'll be back on Monday, ready to kick some spelling booty, as that is the game for next week.

Oh, by the way... I HAVE AN INTERVIEW! A REAL LIFE, FACE-TO-FACE INTERVIEW! ON FRIDAY! So brush off your pray-er and remember me at 10 am Central on Friday. This just might be the one.

Now I am really sleepy and I have to drive up to good old Tulsa tomorrow morning. Thanks for all your prayers.

Books, Books, Books!

2006-08-15T01:47:00.000-05:00

I'm jumping onto this meme from A Chelsea Morning, though it's taken several days for me to get to it. Let's see if it inspires anyone else.

1. Books that changed your life: Boundaries by Cloud and Townsend - helped me take back the me I had lost along the way and restored my husband's respect for me in the process. Speaking of Love by Fred and Anna Kendall - helped me to understand that my husband was not just trying to rain on my parade 24/7 and that my son's desire to lead (control, sheepdog, etc.) me was not also not meant to drive me insane. The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis - just because. The Bible - it continually changes my life.

2. Books that you've read more than once: The Chronicles of Narnia - I think at least 8 times through all of them at last count, Boundaries - I need updating regularly. The Bible - I'm on my second time through it entirely, though I was raised on it and have read many of the books multitudinous times.

3. Book you'd want on a desert island: the Bible, of course because it always has a fresh word for me, Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis - I'd need uninterrupted time to take it all in and begin to understand it.

4. Book that made you laugh: My dad had a copy of The in Blue by P.G. Wodehouse - very dry, very British humor that I appreciated at a very early age. I would laugh till I cried and those around me thought I had lost my mind.

5. Book that made you cry: wow, so many, the script for Shadowlands by C.S. Lewis - I literally sobbed. Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom - two boxes of Kleenex, anything by Nicholas Sparks.

6. Book that you wish had been written: Don't lose yourself in your marriage: the young wives' guide to sustained respect and happiness.

7. Books you don't enjoy: self-righteous "Do it my way - the right way - and you won't have any problems" types, anything that implies there is only one right way, excessively frilly "women's" books, in other words, books that aren't REAL, also textbooks, manuals, Nathaniel Hawthorn, Ernest Hemingway, and Walden Pond.

8. Book you are currently reading: I just finished Twelve Sharp by Janet Evanovich and I'm supposed to be reading The Search for Significance, Growing Up Divorced, and a book about raising gifted adolescents. I keep starting, but can't seem to plow through any of these. I need another Wodehouse book to get me through.

9. Book you've been meaning to read: Mere Christianity - I think I'm going to need a discussion group for this one.

10. Book you remember as a real page turner: This Present Darkness - it was tough getting started, but then I couldn't put it down. The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Nighttime - written from the perspective of an autistic young man.

11. Nonfiction books you have enjoyed: Lisa Whelchel's books - all of them, Wild at Heart, and other aforementioned books.

12. Children's books your family has loved: Big Max, Where the Wild Things Are, Fox In Socks, The Pokey Little Puppy, Charlotte's Web, The Chronicles of Narnia, And to Think That It Happened On Mulberry Street.

My lifelong love of reading makes a comprehensive list impossible. Perhaps these few mentions will strike a chord with you.

Some Catching Up To Do

2006-08-09T09:50:00.000-05:00

I find I am a much more faithful skulker when it comes to blogs than I am a writer of them. Though now my family is after me, "You need to blog again!" So here we go. I thought I'd take a page from Sarah's book and since I don't know how to post links I'll just say her blog is "In the Midst of it" and it is amazing. I want to be just like her when I grow up. Never mind that she is at least 15 years younger than me. And by the way, "Snaps for Addison" for coming home and making new sounds. We're so proud of this tiny trooper. Anyhoo (is that a Midwesterner's saying?), "What I Learned on My Summer Vacation"

I think I shall call this the "Summer of Stretching," but not in the exercise-y meaning of the word. I think I have stretch marks on my soul and they itch, too. I have learned that I can wait on God, even when I don't wanna! (Picture me stomping my foot) I can love Him even when I don't get my way and I can say, like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednigo (Abedniboo? Abenibob? Benny?) "I believe my God will deliver me, but even if He doesn't, I will still serve Him." He loves me too much to let me get away with behavior that is unacceptible, but He gives me lots of opportunities to make it right. One time at ORU a preacher from some African country spoke on Jonah and taught us a song, "He will not compel us to go, Oh no, He'll just make us willing to go!" The breakdown of the air conditioner in my car has been my own personal "belly of the whale." UNCLE!

I've learned that my family is quite fond of me (Go figure!) even though I am snappish when under this much stress for this long. And will deny being snappish up to the point where I box their ears! "I'm not angry!" I've learned that my kids are turning into some really amazing people and will make very good friends when others are in need. My husband is a saint. He faithfully rubs my diabetic feet every night, without me asking. He remains married to this slave driving shrew who expresses her frustration by finding work for others. (I don't like that part of me!) He can fix ANYTHING. What a man!

I've learned that pizza holds no allure for me in the summer months - too heavy, too cheesy, too hot. Hot brownies and chocolate chip cookies, however, are always welcome. I like ice cream with the aforementioned items, as well as with cobbler or shortcake, but I never really crave it by itself. I love fresh iced tea and I consume massive quantities of it, but have sent back bad iced tea at restaurants more times than I can count. BLEH! Steak is my most favoritest food ever, but I don't care for beef dishes in general. I don't much trust a casserole. My husband went to a business thingy at the Viking Test Kitchens and later said, "I don't even know what some of the things I ate were." This is a phrase you will NEVER hear me utter. (shudders!)

I've learned that while stress may turn me grey, apparently my hair will not turn loose. THANK GOD! We've all learned to be a lot more flexible. Sometimes I feel like Yum-Yum, the contortionist roommate of my friend, Mary, who used to be in the Ringling Brothers' Circus. Or was that Purple Peggy, her other contortionist roommate? At any rate, I'm still here, still trusting God, still believing for the dream.

Bloggity Tour of Homes - Tardy Style

2006-07-29T14:16:00.000-05:00

I've been in a bit of a blogging slump, though life is cruising along pretty well. For those 2 or 3 of you who will see this, here is my lovely home.

Alas, this is a terrible picture of our room of "packing in faith", I can only say it's fuzzy because the stress of "packing in faith" has made us all a bit wobbly. Still waiting to hear on jobs in Tulsa and waging spiritual warfare on the Enemy who is in the business of discouragement and delay.
This is my son's room. I have to say that by the time we got it finished with the cute paint and border (which you can't see, but has cars and trucks on it) he was 12 and had outgrown it. Perhaps the next owners will love it. Or paint over it.
Apparently we're much calmer outside. Yes, the yard is bereft of grass. It's a drought. The plant pots are from the garden that didn't happen this year. BooMama said to print it the way we live. We actually threw away the pots yesterday, but we aren't sodding the yard until this heat breaks. In general the front door is open, even as late as midnight. Or later if I'm not paying attention. We're all night owls here and obviously oblivious to intruder danger.
Yes, that's him. Clicker in hand. But you can't have him, he's taken. By the owner of the Diet Coke from Whataburger. The perennial laundry basket peeks out from the coveted chair-and-a-half perched beneath the holy ceiling fan. The walls are a yummy Bit-O-Honey color that I just love.
Welcome to Sunday dinner. A little Pork Chop Casserole, salad, sweet tea, and cobbler for dessert - prepared by my 17 yr. old daughter. Determined just a few months ago to pre-make (as much as possible) my Sunday dinner so I could actually enjoy the Sabbath. What a welcome home from church! God bless Time Bake and Crock-Pots!

We just painted the kitchen and I love it so much I think I'll do it all over again in my new kitchen. The top half is a Ralph Lauren River Rock Texture in SwampWillow. The bottom half is a Ralph Lauren semi-gloss in Mediterranean. You can't see the stained glass window, but it really looks nice with this. The master just got a new coat of paint this week - Waterwheel by Behr, which is really boring, but good for resale. It does look nicer, I just prefer real color.

My children took the pictures, uploaded them, and linked it all together. I'm afraid I'm woefully inept at this sort of thing. I will assure you that though our home may be a bit (or a lot) untidy and in the process of remodeling and packing, you are welcome at anytime. Except maybe early morning. We will stop what we are doing, TiVo what we were watching, and serve you something yummy to eat. All 6 of us cook - my 13 yr. old son made cheesy scrambled eggs, bacon, biscuits, and gravy for me this morning. And most of all we will laugh with those who laugh and weep with those who mourn. Because we love you.

Epiphany

2006-07-19T09:51:00.000-05:00

In my continuing quest to be more like Jesus, I have discovered a dilemma. You see, I hate surprise parties. Not just an "I don't prefer them," but a true hatred. All the anxiety about secretive planning, last minute SNAFUs, etc. Maybe it's because I'm a control freak. (Ya think?)

The dilemma is, I think God loves a surprise party. He loves to wait till the last minute when you think He's not going to come through. He is not inclined to tell you why, or even why He won't tell you why. This is a problem for me. I think I must have been the most annoying 4 yr. old ever, because I'm always trying to figure out why.

I know, I know. It's about faith, releasing control, trusting God. I know that control comes from fear. I know that He's never let me down before and He's not likely to start now. But, darn it (foot stomping here), I don't like surprises! I suppose I've had enough nasty surprises from the world that I am a little shell-shocked.

So, once again, I need to speak the truth. Jeremiah 29:11-14 (truly my "holding on for dear" life verse) "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you," declares the Lord, "and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you," declares the Lord, "and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile."

Glory Hallelujah! It's a promise and I'm holding to it. But please, don't plan a surprise party for my birthday next week!

Very Sad News

2006-07-17T17:24:00.000-05:00

My dear friends in BlogWorld,

I am so sad to report that on the way to family camp our District Youth Leader was in a car . His 10 yr. old daughter was killed and his other daughter broke her arm. Please pray for this family and for the camp as all try to take in this terrible news. The Enemy has stolen away a precious life. We know she is now with the Lord, but those left behind will have a tremendous struggle. My brother is Camp Director and has been very ill the last couple of days. It falls to him to lead the camp through this and he will need all the prayer support he can get. I am so sad that I can't be with my two teens at this time. This will be the first time they have really dealt with the of a young person and they saw the cars as they passed to go to camp. I can't think of anything else to say.

Home again, home again, jiggity jog!

2006-07-15T18:05:00.000-05:00

Uh...where am I? Got the email that I would have to take a test before I could even be considered for an interview at ORU. No combining the two. So I rearranged some plans and hopped in the car Thurs. 9:30 am and arrived in Tulsa 3:45 pm. Finished the test at 4 pm. Great. I even went over my answers 3 or 4 times just to be sure.

So I headed out to my friend's place in the country to stay the night. I seriously may move in with her because I love her place so much! We spent hours catching up - really...hours...4 am kinds of hours. That's what Tiggers like best. I d for it to end. She's the kind of friend that you can pick up with after (3 prepositions in a row!) years and it all - the sweetness, the fun - comes rushing back. My soul has been restored. I think I may give up whining for a week or two.

Decided not to go to family camp. It was a quality decision in terms of money and what needs to get done on the house, but I'm really going to miss the whole experience. I love family camp. More than jelly bread. And I LLLOOOVVVEEE jelly bread. Believing for fresh wind and fresh fire for my teens who are going. As for me and my hubby - we will work on the house.

New developments in the job universe for him. No word on the interview last week. After months of saying, "I don't want to work retail. I don't want to stay at ___________," He is now considering transferring with ____________. He just took the RMA exam for promotion and scored really well. We'll see how that works out. Maybe God's plan all along.

Here is a mystery. I always wanted children and planned the ones I had. Finished when I was done. Organized, huh? I just never felt like I was very good at being a mom. I figured I made a better dad. You know, amused and delighted by the idea, but ready for the break that work would bring. In fact I was a stay at home mom for 15 years, a quality decision. But it was really hard for me. I don't mean to be whiny here, I just didn't realize how hard being a mother was and figured I was just doing it wrong. That's not really the mystery part, though. What I can't fathom is how, now that I have a 20, 17, and 13 yr. old, that they truly like me. Of course they love me - that's the law isn't it? But they actually like me, think I'm funny and cool, and it when I travel. It's a mind-bogglin' thang. I'm not terribly self-sacrificing, I don't live for them, keep organized scrapbooks, or clean their rooms. I'm pretty strict, require more chores of them than most of their friend's parents, and lose my temper way more than I ought. Such a faulty person! Honestly! No kidding! It's just the goodness of the Lord. No other explanation. I love having teenagers and look forward to their transition to friends. God is so good.

On the road again

2006-07-13T01:08:00.000-05:00

Let me start with a recap of last week's journey.

We had a lovely drive to Tulsa and arrived at our motel to find our names posted in the lobby. We had been chosen as the Priority Club members of the day and were rewarded with: a suite instead of our discount room, a special parking place, an appetizer buffet, a free breakfast, a gourmet chocolates! Wow, what a blessing! It really set the tone for our trip. We unpacked, contacted my mother-in-law and had dinner at Zio's (always a favorite), and headed back to the hotel for an early night. Yes, we actually made it to bed by 11!

Doug headed out to his interview the next morning just before 10 and I moseyed down to breakfast. I had the whole buffet to myself (aaahhhh) and had the nicest waitresses ever. One older lady even packed an orange to go. She put it in a brown bag and said, "It's just like going to school. Have a nice day and be good!" "Thanks, Mom!" I replied and returned to the room. 2 hours later Doug finished up his interview and said it went very well. The front desk asked about the interview and treated us so nicely. We had some lunch and went house shopping.

That evening we headed out to the country to have dinner with some dear old friends we knew from 22 years ago. We were young and poor together in those days - now we're older and still poor, but they have fared quite well. They have a huge log home on 99 acres and are semi-retired from the plumbing business. They now train race horses. This is me not coveting! HA! They're still just as down-home as ever and we had a great time catching up.

Back to the hotel with the intention of leaving in the morning. Fast forward to 2 pm. when we finally left town. I think hubby was just hoping the boss would call him in to negotiate and so didn't want to leave.

That was Friday - we still haven't heard back from the interview and are wondering what happens now. Thank you note sent, follow-up call and email. Nothing.

Trying to stay positive, I applied for another position at ORU as a Communications Staff Writer. HR replied that I would need to take a written test before I could get an interview. SO, I'm headed back up to Tulsa tomorrow and hoping that God will move Heaven and Earth to arrange an interview while I'm there. This is gettin' spendy. Monday is family camp so I've got to zip back home and pack up the young-uns and head to East Texas.

Once again your prayers would be so appreciated. It's good to know we're not alone in these trying times. God is good - all the time.

the Road Warrior

My first meme

2006-07-09T23:38:00.000-05:00

I'll take this as a tag since I saw it on BooMama, and most of you don't know me very well, yet.

Accent: Several years of voice lessons have eliminated most of it, but I tend to pick up whatever I hear.
Bible Book that I like: Isaiah, hands down
Chore I don't care for: the one where I have to clean or tidy something
Dog or Cat: Dog of course
Essential Electronics: Computer, Trio 600 Palm/cell phone, TiVo
Favorite Movie: Gone with the Wind
Gold or Silver: Silver
Handbag I Carry Most Often: cheap beige thing I found at Wallyworld that has lots of dividers
Insomnia: I prefer to call it, "I just don't want to miss anything important...ever."
Job Title: Receiver of everyone's life story...anywhere...anytime. That's why I became a counselor. Might as well get paid for what I do all the time anyway.
Kids: 3
Living Arrangements: Husband, aforementioned kids, older sister, 3 dogs, 2 ferrets, and 2 birds in a smallish, older, suburban home until we move to Tulsa.
Most Memorable Moment: realizing I had just become engaged to a man I had met on a blind date, 2 days before. (age 19, still together 23 years later)
Naughtiest Childhood Behavior: snooping in my sisters' stuff
Overnight Hospital Stays: first birth, hysterectomy some years later
Phobias: stairs, heights, not realizing my full potential
Quote: "Prayer doesn't change God, it changes me." C.S. Lewis - Shadowlands
Religion: Foursquare, don't worry, it's not weird.
Siblings: 1 brother - my pastor - 11.5 yrs. older, a sister - living with me - 9 yrs. older, a sister - close by - 6.5 yrs. older
Time I Wake Up: 9 am or 10 minutes before my alarm, whichever comes first
Unusual Talent: I can ride a unicycle
Vegetable I Refuse to Eat: ooh, where do I begin? This could be a meme all by itself.
Worst Habit: I to do things by myself - it works itself out in procrastination
X-rays: arm - not broken, age 6, foot - broken, age 19 sliding down college bannister, various and a sundry inconclusive, soft tissue problems due to car s since then
Yummy Stuff I Cook: herb encrusted prime rib, chicken fricassee with herb dumplings, chocolate strawberry shortcake, my husband says, "everything"
Zoo Animal I Like Most: Lions - Aslan, natch.

Busted! Again!

2006-07-09T17:00:00.000-05:00

Rewind to yesterday. My dear husband and I are totally wound up over this interview thing and acting like a couple of snapping turtles for 2 days. Finally he tossed the straw that broke the camel's back. I let him have it - both barrels. I was SO right!

This morning getting ready for church, really quiet. Shower talk with God - I was so right - but I don't think I handled it well and he probably will miss how right I was because of my delivery.

Fast forward to the sermon - The Power of the Tongue/Liberties and Boundaries. OUCH! I was SO wrong. Wish I had apologized before church. I when that happens! What's with the stinkin' direct feed camera from my house to the pastor's house?

So I will have to spend the next howeverlong trying to repair. "A wise woman builds her house, the foolish tears it down with both hands." Also we have to survive the wait to hear about the job. I don't even want to think about the ramifications of not getting it. I think I feel queasy now. Maybe I should eat some chocolate. Like a barrel. Or two.

P.S. Note to BooMama: I can't figure out how to reply to your blog, because it requires more brains than I can wrangle at this point. Suffice it to say, "You're a better man than I, Gunga Din," when it comes to wifery and I love reading your blogs.

We're Off to See the Wizard

2006-07-05T01:18:00.000-05:00

A grand Independence Day, all-in-all. My husband grilled pork chops, we watched the "Overhaulin'" marathon and nearly got rained out of fireworks.

Tomorrow is the day we head out to Tulsa for Doug's interview on Thursday morning. Attention all prayer warriors - we're hoping this is the one! Doug got the most beautiful chocolate brown, pinstripe suit that makes me think all kinds of lovely thoughts about him. I'd hire him in that suit just to hang out at my business to improve traffic flow! He feels really good in it and I hope it is the confidence booster that puts him over the top, interview-wise.

Just a short post tonite and then I'll update you when we get back Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. Thanks to all you wonderful post-ers for your words of encouragement. We cooked with mustard seed today, and I think my faith is at least that big. Happy 4th everyone!

The whole enchilada

2006-07-01T14:37:00.000-05:00

For all of you (untold thousands, I'm sure) who don't know what the Big Thing in my life is, I'll try to blog it succinctly. However, this is a long story so you might want to go potty and get a fresh Diet Coke before you begin.

Last July, as I was winding up my M.Ed. in Counseling from UNT (lots of pretty initials!), my husband's Expo (along with many others, though not all) got word that it was closing. This lovely store was only 2.5 miles from our house and had been easily accessible by the Vespa scooter I had won from Target just the year before. So he needed to transfer to the Galleria store (more than 20 miles away and not accessible by Vespa) or change jobs. Now I must tell you my husband DOES NOT LIKE CHANGE! Apparently one of God's little jokes was that Doug married me.

Doug was driving the Vespa because MONEY is our perennial Big Thing and we could not afford another car. So, we sold the sweet Vespa and bought a VW Harlequin Golf from my niece and nephew. Now this car comes originally with 4 colors, at once, and invites lots of comments. Not really a problem because we all love attention at our house. I mean we are absolute (I can't use that word here) for attention. Competition is an accompanying factor.

At any rate, I began to feel change was in the air and started praying about it. Pretty quickly I felt like God was saying that we would finally get to move to Tulsa and enter a new phase in our lives. My husband concurred and we began to get confirmations from various sources who knew nothing of our plans. Even all 3 kids were in favor of the move. This, in and of itself, is a miracle because they are all teenagers who can never come to an agreement about anything, except camping for Thanksgiving (YAY!). So we began to make plans, pack our eleventy-hundred books, apply for jobs, and Doug temporarily transferred to the Galleria store.

Fast forward to last week. No jobs yet. I've had two in-person and one phone interview, all for different jobs, in the last year. Doug has had no interviews. We have resubmitted the dream to the Lord, many times, and still heard, "Yes, you're going." O.K. Then Doug makes 3 contacts in Tulsa, schedules an interview, and finally gets approved to take the promotion test for Expo. In one week. We approach the aforementioned niece and nephew about buying our house immediately so we can pull out some equity to afford the upcoming move. They agree. Life is good.

This week. The test and the interview are next week and we have a trip planned to make it so. Then we get a call saying the niece and nephew, whom we love dearly, have changed their minds. Hence "revolting development" of previous post. So...back to the Lord. You see the financial Big Thing is ever looming and the move and my anticipated employment, as opposed to my previous educational financial drain, might just put us in the not sweating every week category of earning.

Here's where ya'll come in. Pray. Please. That all my hair does not fall out from the entirety of my follicles slamming shut from stress. That SOMETHING will develop on the house situation that will allow us to buy Diet Coke so that the previous hair situation can be held off. That Doug will interview well and be offered a position that actually pays instead of eakes. That I can get a stinkin' interview for something that even remotely involves this degree that I worked so hard to earn. That I don't kill everyone in my house: 2 daughters with PMS, a sister going through "the change" who picks fights with the kids, and a son who responds to stress by trying to control everyone in the house by arguing. I LOVE MY DOG!

Thanks for hanging on to the end. God is faithful. "He didn't bring us this far, to leave us. He didn't teach us to swim, to let us drown. He didn't build His home in us, to move away. He didn't lift us up, to let us down."

Late Night Musings

2006-06-30T23:32:00.000-05:00

Friday night and date night is over. I've tucked my hubby in for the evening - he fades long before I do. Great Vietnamese food and some quiet time away from the kids. My son is making chocolate chip cookies just for us and I'll check out the t.v. schedule for something to wind down by.

How much of this keeping the right attitude is just whistling past the graveyard? The temptation these days is to be negative and whine - that can't be good. But how can this patience thing be good for me? Doesn't this world need impatient people as well? I mean, really. If everyone were patient, who would go first at the 4-way stop? I think the person in the Bible I am most like is Jacob. Not a ringing endorsement. I wrestle with God all the time and have a tendency toward manipulation. Not really a control freak, just assisting with the gifts I've been given, right? ARGH, I offend myself. When will I become Israel and not Jacob!?!

Timing - God's and Mine

2006-06-30T00:49:00.000-05:00

Well, I had read my friend Sarah's blog and commented on her Thursday Thirteen of Thankfulness. How I needed to be more thankful, yada, yada, yada. No, I did mean it, but don't we all say things like that and then move on? Just a few short hours later, my husband gives me some news that absolutely yanks the rug out from under me. Wow! I mean it seemed like things were finally falling into place on our move to Tulsa and then what we thought was His provision evaporated like nail polish remover. Stunned silence, then tears, then extreme irritability as our 13 yr. old son let the two stupidest dogs known to mankind escape the yard and head to points unknown. Since our house is absolutely overrun with people, I had to escape to even think straight.

Yes we found the dogs - rah.

So I hopped into the minivan with the smartest dog known to mankind and hit the road to talk it out with God. Struggling valiantly to maintain a right attitude, I committed to seeing Him as my source, and not those who had just withdrawn from the picture. How faithful is God? What came to mind was the classic and never-fails-to-bring-tears song "Praise the Lord" by the Imperials. I sang it to myself and Joe (curled up in the passenger's seat) and headed to Long John Silver's for some comfort grease. "When you're up against a struggle, that shatters all your dreams. And your hopes have been cruelly crushed by Satan's manifested schemes. When you feel the urge within you to submit to earthly fears. Don't let the faith you're standing in seem to disappear. Praise the Lord." O.K. I get it.

So here are my Thursday Thirteen:
1. Even when we are faithless - God is faithful. He considers my weakness and sends me comfort in my despair. He lets me be angry with Him and waits for me to humble myself and lay down my "rights" for His plan.
2. Joe - the greatest dog ever. 'nuf said.
3. Chocolate - surely God's manifest presence in time of need. I hope that's not disrespectful.
4. Diet Coke - I never thought I'd like it, but now I'm hooked.
5. My son who fixes me a Diet Coke, just the way I like it, because he can tell I need some lovin'. Also he rubs my poor diabetic feet almost nightly. Truly makes up for the 13 yr. old arguing.
6. My husband who told me he wrote down all his negative feelings about this "revoltin' development" and then threw them away. Amazing progress for this man and a real encouragement to me. I'll tell you about it sometime.
7. The Internet - I couldn't wait for the kids to vacate so I could get all this out of my system. I might actually sleep tonite.
8. My 17 yr. old daughter who regularly makes brownies - from scratch! - for me. She has an amazing secret recipe that soothes every stress.
9. Music - I do counseling, I am a singer. It is the expression of every emotion I have and I have an encyclopedic catalog of songs that never fails to produce just the right vehicle for those emotions. I'll sing for you at the drop of a hat, or even a few flakes of dandruff.
10. My 20 yr. old daughter - even though we are struggling through a tough transition time.
11. MomTime. What a godsend these women have been to me! I am amazed that they allow me to be a part of this group of incredible women. I just hope that my comic relief is sufficient to keep my place at the table and the board games.
12. Solitaire - multiple forms that keep the OCD in check.
13. Bathtubs and Escape Literature - I just finished my book and am casting about for something else to read. And yes, I am caught up on my Bible reading - It's a Miracle!

Jumping into the deep end

2006-06-28T13:12:00.000-05:00

Don't know if anyone will read this. I really don't journal, but I love the computer so perhaps I'll be more faithful to this. I'm very frustrated today. Let my checkbook get out of hand. Again. Just because I hate putting my stuff in. I think my pastor would call this an iniquity. Still obsessing about finding a job in Tulsa, getting the house ready to sell, etc., etc., etc. Wow, what a whiner! I'll have to explain my title. On "Inside the Actor's Studio," a show I just love about the craft of acting, the interviewer closes with the question, "If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive?" Now, I've thought through my answers carefully, as if I'll ever be on that show, and have decided that what I'd like to hear God say is,"You crack me up!" Not very mature or spiritual, huh? What can I say? I tend to be a very serious person, but there's nothing I like more than making people laugh and laughing so hard myself that I cry, wet my pants, snort, and go into that silent wheezy laughter that is so much fun to watch on someone else. I'm so blessed that I get to go to family church camp every summer, stay up horribly late every night, and laugh just like that. It's so cleansing! Now, just thinking about that has lifted my spirits considerably. Camp is mid-July (IN TEXAS!) and I'm just trusting the Lord for the provision of finances for it. Again with the finances. EEK! If I talk about it again I'll lose the lift. Hasta la vista, Baby!